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The steam was enough to obscure the visage of the other occupant of the room for a moment, before recognition took place. She'd opened her eyes to look at the scenery outside of the glass, but her gaze had instead drifted over to the young man. Her brow rose as she was able to distinguish the features of Adrien. She knew the man in passing and had run into him on several occasions like this. With all that had taken place, she would have assumed he was much too busy to lounge about here. Desdemona slid her finger over the wood of the bench beneath her as she contemplated speaking with him. Why not? It wouldn't kill her to be sociable. It would keep her in a good light with other members of the coven, as well. But it was also supposed to be relaxing to talk with others. Using this final factor of her decision-making process, she stood and strode over to the dark-haired man."Hello," she greeted, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Mind if I sit there?" She gestured to a space on the bench beside him, a friendly smile on her lips.
(( my bad. Will reply in the next class ))
A massage had been what the dark haired woman had intended to do today, and such was what she had gotten. The masseuse had complained of the tension between her shoulders, but she offered no explanation. Relieved of the said tension, which would only come back once she left, Desdemona entered the sauna. The heat left goosebumps on her skin, a pleasant change from the coolness of the air-conditioned room she had just left. Only one other person, that she could make out in the steam, was there. This didn't bother her as she stepped towards the far side, putting distance between she and the stranger. Back against the wall, she closed her eyes and tried to remember how to relax.
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞☽☾۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
▐ ❝ all I ever wanted was the world ❞
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞BASICS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Erin
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Serenity
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾ Devereux
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Rin
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)
☽Agє☾ 16
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] March 27th
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] Grievance Ridge, South Carolina
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] 8:30 PM
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ Aries
[Nᴏᴛ Asᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ] ☑
☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ Female ( ♀ )
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Heterosexual
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ Taken ☐
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞WITCH DETAILS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽ Ƈσνєη Ɯιтcн ☾
☽ Hιєяαяcну Ƥσѕιтιση ☾ Caster
[ʀᴀɴᴋ] Apprentice
☽Ƥσωєяѕ & Aвιℓιтιєѕ☾
(view spoiler)
▐ ❝ can't help that I'm kind of difficult ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PHYSICAL FEATURES۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
☽ Aρρєαяαηcє ☾
(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] Barbara Palvin
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Erin can be described as a very pretty girl. And this is all with her having only just gone through the first stages of puberty. Her hair is long and brown, soft as a doe's fur. Her eyes are wide and ice blue, often remarked as a blue as cold as her soul. With a slender frame, her small stature of five feet and five inches was somewhat expected. She usually makes herself seem taller with heels, as she can't bear to be such a mundane height.
[Hᴀɪʀ] Walnut Brown/Sandy Blonde
[Eʏᴇs] Ice Blue
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 149
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 5 ft 5
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ] Slender
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] A-
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...] N/A
▐ ❝ but it's always someone else's fault ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞MENTAL TRAITS۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ shopping
☑ lattes
☑ getting her way
☑ magazines
☑ social media of any kind
▬
[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☒ being told what to do
☒ not getting her way
☒ having to do work
☒ exercising
[Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☼ Persistent
☼ Determined
☼ Assertive
▬
[Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
☁ Impulsive
☁ Selfish
☁ Egotistical
☁ Lack empathy
☁ Short-tempered
☁ Childish
☁ Spoiled
☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾ One of the most notable traits that Erin has is her selfishness. She's not one to go out of her way to help someone else.She carries an apathetic affect until the time comes for her to show the slightest bit of care, but only for getting whatever it is that she may want. And once she has this thing or person, she will never relinquish her hold on them, even if she grows bored of it. Toys are how she views pretty much everything and everyone. The only thing sacred to her is family, and even then she really only sees them as a means of getting what she wants. Her selfishness is probably the worst part of her, but there's also that trademark brattiness that she carries with her.
She says whatever she pleases, despite knowing the consequences sometimes. And somehow, each time, she expects not to be punished for her words. They can be hurtful and cruel, but not in her own eyes unless intended. Erin is truly only concerned with getting what she wants and being right, as a child would be. She behaves much like a child, including the tantrums one would associate with a toddler or slightly older child that doesn't get what they want. The moment she becomes slightly agitated or sees that things are not working in her favor, she's all tears and thrown objects and screaming. Flailing is usually an essential part of her tantrums as well, and people have been known to walk away from it with a black eye or busted lip.
Erin is used to not having to work for anything. She expects to get everything she wants immediately when she asks for it, and that's usually what happens in the case of her brother Damien. She's never truly had to lift a finger, even in school. It's like people have bowed to her every whim and kissed her feet as if she were a goddess. And she loves it. Everything must be about Erin, or she will pay little attention to it, if any at all. Her entire world revolves around only herself, and she can hardly say that she cares for anyone other than herself. Such a sad thing to be so rotten on the inside, and yet so pretty on the outside, almost like a carnivorous plant.
☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾
— Spoiled. Erin has had most everything handed to her, and she knows not the value of a dollar earned.
— Selfish. Forcibly holding on to things that are hers, simply because they were hers and she doesn't wish to share, can cause one to have a lot of enemies.
▐ ❝ not because I'm really that deserving of it ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PERSONAL ANECDOTE۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ]
♚Acacia Devereux/deceased/Damien's 18th Birthday/Witch/37/Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛Derrick Devereux/deceased/Damien's 18th Birthday/Witch/41/Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟Damien Eric Devereux/alive/Witch: Wraith/34/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♜Salem Axel Devereux/alive/Witch/17/Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♚Robert Devereux, 2nd Earl of Essex/deceased/25 February 1601 Tower of London Cause of death Decapitation/Witch/35/Aɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀ
♛OPEN/deceased or alive/death date if dead/age/animal form/Fᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
( i ) and in the beginning, there was darkness
Before Erin came her two brothers, Damien and Salem. The only thing notable about her birth was that she would be the final child, the only girl. Knowing just that as a young child was enough to make her feel entitled. Make her think she had to be cared for. But she would never know that at only a few months old, she had witnessed the death of her parents. It was her brother who had killed them before the car careened into a tree, not Wraiths. But this lie about the Wraiths was the one she believed because it was the most believable to her. The notion that her brother would have put she and Salem in danger at such a young age was unfathomable.
Erin went on for a few more months, obliviously young. Her brother had taken full custody of her and Salem, with a Guardian assigned to assist them. But, not for long. She doesn't remember it, much too young too, but Damien killed the Guardian before her eyes. Salem had run away and left her behind while an infant Erin was left in her car seat--her own front row seat. And yet she remembers none of it. Everyone had told her that the exact person behind their Guardian's death was unknown and that they were looking into it. At the point of time they told her--six years old--she didn't have any idea of what that meant. Nor did she really care.
( ii ) there are more things than you know in all your philosophies
Magic and Witches were a key part of growing up for Erin. She often dreamed of when her own powers would surface, and she envied those that could already utilise them--including her brothers. It felt like a race she was losing, trying to catch up with them. But alas, as a child, there was a biological restriction. But her only appeasement was knowing that she was better than her peers. That she was special and they were not.
There were a number of times when she came close to bragging about this part of her family. But each time she stopped herself. Amazing what her selfishness could do. If her friends knew, they would try to use her brothers, and they were her brothers. Which meant that their powers were inadvertently hers and thus she could not share with anyone else. So she'd shut her mouth tight just as she was ready to deliver the finishing blow, only irritating those around her. But just as she grew out of this need to tell them, they grew used to her doing it.
( iii ) feeling super super super
As with any child, becoming a teenager required puberty. And with puberty came the appearance of her powers. Erin, of course, was ecstatic. At long last, she was powerful. But the most she can do now is move things around with her mind. Not as great as she would have liked, and mundane in her opinion, but this was still better than having none at all. It was just proof that she was more evolved than those around her.
And she can only imagine what she can do when she Ascends.
( iv ) play this at my funeral
She died.
For a brief time, she was dead. But it's not like she remembers any of it. Erin can hardly recall what had taken place beforehand, let along anything afterwards. Going to Hell was to her nothing more than a senseless nightmare. It wasn't a real experience because she didn't die. Or she thinks she didn't.
Shortly after learning the truth about Damien, she was killed. And with her into the abyss went her memory and knowledge of the whole situation. Having returned, she cannot piece together everything that she had learned and has since given up trying. Because it was only just a dream, after all.
▐ ❝pop that pretty question, right now baby❞
[Aʟʟɪᴇs] open
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] open
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] open
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ] open
[Pᴇᴛs] None; they'd all die
[Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ] (view spoiler)
[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] N/A
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] None at the moment
☽Oᴛʜᴇʀ☾
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞☽☾۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
is that all good?
alright, will fix!
okie doke!edited!
Will do!
workin on character and about to put my hair up for the night
what's good?
I kind of like the idea of her not knowing. I think I want her to play of the personal Hell as a nightmare and her just being generally confused by everything that has happened. It works out well, since I'm still relatively out of the loop of what has happened thus far.
Yo
My intention is to remain active, but school may have other plans. I've been fine; just busy. So should I put it in? Also, would she recall dying?
Look who shows up again after months!So I made the smaller edits, but I'm wondering about the portion after her death. Since Salem is planning/planned to summon her from the dead, should I edit that in as a success? Or should I not? Or should I just leave her in the workshop for now until it happens?
Okay so I haven't diedJust prepping for a trip abroad, which I'm currently on so
prolly gonna be spotty with activity
Alright, gotcha
Sure
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