Halsi

MC Name:

cyber_queen3/Halseyy.

Character's name and age:

Mabel Durette, being over a century old.

Character's race:

Fjarriauga, though Mabel often takes disguise of a Mali’Aheral.

Link to your accepted magic application:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/132376-dark-artsma-mabel-durette/

What magics do you desire to teach?:

Frost Witch magic.

Summarize the lore of this Magic:

The curse of a Fjarriauga is a magic afflication which changes many aspects of a female’s appearance and lifestyle if the said individual would be cursed. After the Frost Mother brushed her fingers against the back of a woman’s neck, the transformation will commence in a time span of approximately one Elven week. Their bodies will eventually grow frozen and they’ll become immortal. A witch’s hair will grow a pale white and a blue shimmering light emits from their eyes. They’ll also keep the exact same muscle mass as they did before they were given the curse. The Frost Witch is required to feast from the flesh of a male mortal in order to survive and keep their powers, as they’re provided with a set of sharpened teeth to easily feast from their prey. A Fjarriauga would also be unable to keep their power and strength in a climate or surrounding with heat.

The curse includes two forms of magic that the Frost Witch must learn from her Frost mother in order to keep herself safe from any hostile behavior of other individuals. A Fjarriauga will be able to manipulate ice* and shapeshift their appearance* into desired image that they keep in their head. They take on a form of disguise to hide hide their wicked-looking features and to prevent any attacks of other people they could possibly meet on their journey.

A Frost Mother's magic is significantly stronger than the average Witch as their curse has transcended the normal means. Instead of being locked after a certain amount of time has passed they’re provided the ability to pass on the curse.

*Unlike any Arcane Evocation, the Frost Witch will not be able to conjure anything from the void. The ice needs to be present in the real world in order to be manipulated.

*The Frost Witch is able to change the color/length of their hair, skin/eye color and their height in their disguise. However, a Witch cannot disguise herself into an existing mortal and masquerade as the chosen individual. It requires too much detail to entirely copy his/her features, as this is practically impossible.

Write up a lesson that your character would give to a student.

[!] The night grows cold, and a roaring breeze whistles through the ancient ruins of the Frost Witch coven deep in the mountains somewhere far north. A single Frost Witch would take her seat on the throne constructed from polished ice. A rigid tapping noise was produced by the outgrown finger nails of the Fjarriauga, being the only sound that the cold coven would provide. However, a dreading sob interrupts the rhythm of the tapping digits.

“Mother! Mother please!”

The cries of a distraught young witch would fill the cave with unease and worry.

Mabel slowly rises from the polished throne to meet her daughter’s distress with an apparent scowl on her features, descending from the stairs of ice to reach for the Fjarriauga’s hands. With an assuring tone, the Witch softly spoke out. “Did they harm you?”

The witch softly shook her head to confirm her safety, yet a look of trouble dominates the woman’s face. “T-They.. They almost killed me!” Her hands evidently quivered in Mabel’s, fear still influencing her speech and actions. ”How much longer do I have to endure this?”

“Your transformation is complete, and you no longer have to live in fear.”

Mabel’s hand would protectively cradle the witch’s cheek to calm her from the distress and fear. She’d flash her a soothing smile that washed her troubles away.

”Come with me, your first lesson will commence.”

[!] The two witches descend the multiple stairs to reach a secluded room which provided nothing but frozen furniture. Mabel guides her daughter to one of the several chilled couches to continue her lesson where she also took the young Fja’s hands in her own.

”We are no monsters, my dear. People may compare us with them, though we’re just as equal to any living mortal on this realm. Although we may look significantly different, there are a few tricks that could aid us to fit in.” Mabel’s soothing voice echoed through her room in the cave. She kept her caring stare focused on her daughter who attentively listened.

“Certain.. Tricks?”

The young student’s interest was immediately piqued by the proposed technique. Her eyes shimmered with desperation and was eager to learn.

”We often manipulate our appearances to blend ourselves with the common folks. We shapeshift our features to a unique persona that could look similar to any regular individual.” Mabel ran a single hand through the pale white strands of her hair to reveal blonde locks instead. They slowly shrink to a height where they only reach her torso. Her glowing eyes transform to beautifully green orbs instead, replacing her gray colored skin with one that looked fair and completely free from any blemishes or features that may be a sore to the eye.

The witch watched in great awe when her mother took the disguise of a female Aheral. Her eyes widened at the sudden transformation, as apparent desire in the skill would be hinted by the excitement in her actions. “Teach me! Oh mother please, what do I need to do?”

A chuckle escaped through the strawberry colored lips of Mabel’s newly given persona that signed her obvious amusement in the enthusiasm of her daughter. She idly brushed through her golden blonde strands now, fixing the position whilst giving further instructions.

”Close your eyes and imagine your appearance before the curse. Don’t you remember your beautifully silver locks and striking blue eyes? Keep that image of yourself in your mind, and try to convince yourself to be that person again. Good luck.” She whispered at the end, offering her daughter enough space to prepare herself for the performance and act.

The young witch would nervously shift her weight on the frozen bench as she was asked to do her first attempt. With her eyes tightly pressed shut, the woman would concentrate her mind upon the given task. A similar process occurred with the pupil as with what happened to her mother. Her hair slowly fades from its white color, and was replaced with a soft gray one instead. Many freckles start to adorn the Witch’s nose and cheeks, replacing the dark gray skin immediately.

Mabel watched with an approving look that beamed happily on her visage. She nodded her head with great vigor and excitement. ”Open your eyes.” She commanded softly with a similar tone like before, donning a widely stretched smile on her lips.

The pupil slowly opened her eyes with an apprehensive countenance at first, yet the discovery of her new appearance would soon wash those features away. They beamed with joy and bliss now with what she accomplished. ”Mother, look at me! I’ve succeeded!”

Mabel brought her daughter to an affectionate embrace, cupping the back of her head in the palm of her hand. She’d allow the young witch’s head to rest on her shoulder as a few of her digits would freely roam through her silver locks. “Practice makes perfect, my darling.”

Yes??!!

Cookiie's shown excessively amounts of good work on the forums as a Forum Moderator, and knows how to properly handle certain situations when maturity is required. +1

don't do this please it's a trap

joking he'll be very competent +1

With soiled skirts and bloodshot eyes, Philippa arrived safely in the palace after her journey from the Savoyard woodlands. A look of evident grief skimmed across the Princess' youthful visage when her hands clenched near her sides. She was swiftly met by Maude, whom approached her with a similar gloomy facade that hinted her distress from Lord de Wett's death.

"Leave me, Maude."

The Imperial raised a singular hand to halt her handmaiden's tracks, retiring to her own bedchambers where she expressed her agony for Charles' assassination. Confusion, yet also anger boiled in the woman's eyes.

"Make this stop.."

Philippa spent days in her private bedchambers, mourning for the loss and recent discovery of the chamberlain's horrible death.

yes please.

+1

Your name: Athri'leyun Izalith.

Your MCName: Halseyy.

Your Skype: You probably have it. If not, you can ask me privately.

Race: Aheral.

Age: A hundred and fifty years old.

Gender: Female.

Do you require housing?: No.

Division sought: Research and retrieval.

Magical ability: Fire evocation.

The signature of the Prince's wife stands on the charter!

Athri'leyun Izalith

The boots of a young Elven woman made an audible sound against the cracking stone of the citadel. Pure determination was read on her face, though a look of regret could be seen in her eye. Despite its broken and fallen state, the aheral managed to make her way inside. She dodges the few branches and trees to head upwards, ascending multiple stairs to reach her destination on the upper floor.

She arrived.

The elfess entered a dark home, yet many memories would the room keep. Her steps decelerate majorly as she saunters through the room, taking the spiral staircase that took herself to the bedchamber Her eyes fell upon the messy sheets, immediately.

She stopped.

Estelle crawls onto the bed, rolling herself so she rests on her side. With her hands clasped together, the witch does not close her eyes ever since.

"'Please.. Please come back."

The silent sobbing of a young maiden would echo through the halls of the citadel that only ceased in the nights..

Honestly Hugo, I really did not expect to receive so much grief from a player's departure. We may have not met too long ago, but you truly became one of the people who I could easily share everything with. You were amazing, and a perfect example for the LoTC community. I hope you do well with your medical studies, and I'll make sure to snapchat you more often now. <3

 

Au revoir à vous aussi, Hugoh.

Just now, Tahmas said:

Pretty darn swell, how is Halseyy doing? :J

better than u

how is de Aryn doing (^:

Gleeshers since she is just glorious

Katiesc because she  giggles so much

Wiseacres since she treats me so well as her child

Malocchio because come on she's just gr8 (starting to question this tbh but ok she can stay)

PantsInYourAnts.. idk why

Shannonleigh because she's my gf

PrinceDegeneracy, probably because he needs a degenerate award or something

Numirya since she's just a babe

_Leric_ because he's too orange

TehLulu because dear lord christ I love bubu

Meguzara since she will always be my most beloved frost mother

MEPHISTOPHELIAN (!!!!!), I love him please tell him that

and idk I guess iMattyz too

sike I also include hb for giving me flowers as well <3

Yes please.

~*~ The Ballot ~*~

(( MC name: Halseyy))

Name:  Estelle Iriel

Do you accept Laethis Izalith as the Maheral of Haelun’or, a pure Mali’aheral of impeccable record, and believe the previous Maheral was in the right to appoint him?

(x) Aye

(  ) Nae

(  ) Abstain

Hugo's literally the worst forum moderator you could ever have please don't accept him dear lord christ.

Spoiler

Jokes aside, he's really capable of taking initiative regarding this work, and would be capable to successfully perform this job. +1

Two separate written letters would be delivered to the Order of Magi.

The Imperial Princess Philippa furrowed her brows, seemingly to ponder about her father's recent stolen crown.

"Does His Imperial Majesty even have a crown he actually cares about?"

Yeah, good person.

+1

Mabel signs the petition.

Philippa Maria de Sola

(Credits to the wonderful Keeem!)

Age: 17

Race: Human

Status: Alive

Appearance:

Philippa is of average height, standing at 5’4”. She is relatively thin, a testament to the complete lack of physical labour her life has failed to incur. Her physique is feminine, with a flat stomach and small chest. Although far from skeletal, her limbs are delicate and lacking in muscle tone, unused to any strenuous activity. This build is generally not helpful for surviving the winters.

The youth keeps gray eyes, a prominent feature that all Horens tend to have. They keep an interesting shape, which clearly attracts someone’s attention. She inherited her golden blonde locks from her mother’s side, whom’s ancestors shared the same. It is highly maintained, and usually kept under great care.

Her clothing and accessories clearly sign the high prestige her family keeps. An itallian gown slims her figure, adorned with many golden detailing. Jewlery’s cladded on her persona. She wears white pearl earrings. A gift from her mother. These are usually accompanied with a golden necklace and tiara, both engraved with a polished gem.

Personality:

CHLDHOOD:

• Arrogant
• Vain
• Adventurous
• Cautious
• Whimsical
• Creative
• Snob

TEENAGE YEARS:

• Vain
• Adventurous
• Cautious
• Whimsical
• Polite
• Social
• Easily frightened

Relationships

PARENTS:

John Horen & Adelheid de Sola

SIBLINGS:

John Horen, Alexander Horen, Charles Horen, Charlotte Horen, Catherine Horen

HUSBAND:

Vespasian de Sola

EXTENDED FAMILY:

House de Sola, House Horen