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Ivy Bishop

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a character in “Guardians of Hell”, as played by .euphoria.

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Sunflower: Post Malone . Pretty Head: Transviolet
O.D.D: Hey Violet .Dream: Bishop Briggs. Strange Magic: ELO
Lust for Life: Lana Del Rey . all the good girls go to hell: Billie Eilish
idontwannabeyouanymore: Billie Eilish . still feel: halfβ€’alive

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n i c k n a m e s x // She doesn't have many other than by her family who calls her their little 'ivy league' and 'Ivyprofen' because of the stupid puns. She seldom called 'Vee' as well other than by her best friends.

a g e x // xforty-five ears old; February 14th

g e n d e r x // x(cis)female

s e x u a l i t y x // xpansexual; panromantic

o r i g i n sx // xManhattan, New York 1974

r o l e x // xwitch





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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // xIvy is known for two things; one, her irrefutably beautiful smile and freckles that cover a majority of her body and two, her small stature. Always making her the 'runt of the litter' especially to her siblings who happen to be a lot taller. While her other siblings are at their shortest are 5'7, Ivy is towered over as she stands at 5'2 ft.

w e i g h t x // x115 lbs

h a i r x // xNaturally her hair, when she was a young girl, is exactly how it is now a dark, brown color that matched perfectly with her tan skin and seemingly bright doe-eyes. Unlike most, her hair is completely untouched. However, a brutal harrowing once starting at the Academy, her long hair was left chopped off but, she never looked back. Now, more than likely her hair's down with her bangs in her face or up in a bun when she trying to concentrate on something.

e y e s x // xIvy never cared for her eyes as she just saw them as a boring brown but, her parents would always call them her kaleidoscope eyes since when you look up close in her eyes you could see lighter browns and hints of green that really only reflect in the sunlight. Not to mention, they're huge as can be like a deer which is why she just adores being called Bambi. Her eyes seem to embrace you with her warm, kind smile that promises both love, happiness, and complete admiration from the girl for what most pray lasts a lifetime.

o d d i t i e s x // xGrowing up with protective parents like Ruthy and Lucinda didn't leave their children with much time to get injured without their parents being there to stop them. The only thing worth mentioning is her freckles that cover not only her face but most of her body, small beauty mark on the left corner of her lips, and her glasses that she only wears when she's reading. And don't even ask about any tattoos, it took years of begging just for her to be able to get her ears pierced.

s t y l e x // xIvy was never the fashionable one out of the Bishop tribe, as that mantle will forever belong to either of her sisters. They're the ones always wanting to push the envelope with what they can pull off. With the two of them even going as far as to design items especially for her just to give her a little more 'oomph' whether it be blouses, dresses, jewelry (which she does actually wear), jackets, you name it. Ivy likes to remain more in the background with what she wore and how she acts. Meaning, much to her friends' and mothers' chagrin, she liked to put function over fashion most of the time. She loved to wear what, she has coined as 'casual grunge', most of the time. Which is a mixture of a lot of jeans differentiating between skinny jeans, bell-bottoms (which has stayed), and mom jeans, either her lucky leather jacket that was her mom's from the 80s or her jean jacket with several different buttons on them, a lot of sweaters and graphic t-shirts that she tucks into her jeans and more than likely a pair of booties.

However, since signing the Book of the Beast and accepting Satan into her heart, her friends and her subconscious have changed her style more than she'll ever admit. It's a burst of class and has a resemblance of 1960s and mod fashion; classic, preppy, and polished with mostly muted colors with most of her style seeming like she is in a perpetual fall and early winter. From her plaid and corduroy skirts, trousers, a lot of dresses, truly gorgeous blouses, and of course her beloved sweaters that she loves to layer finishing her new style with either a pair of short heels or than usual, a pair of loafers to help her fit in when at the academy. Yet, there are a few things that have never changed about her style and that is her two signatures; her inch wide headband to keep her hair out of her face or a scrunchy around her wrists and something of her signature color either ruby red or a dark lavender along with the necklace from her birth mother of a crescent moon. While her style has differed throughout the years, the older she gets and the more she accepts her role in the Church. The more the 1960s and mod style sticks with her and becomes the norm for her to be seen in.





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N O T A
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a t l a sx // x named after the God who held the weight of the world on his shoulders. Not only is Atlas her familiar, but he is also her childhood pet. A stunning black cat, who while protective, chooses to usually stay in Ivy's room or roam around the island without be disturbed until he needs to pounce into action usually when boys are around his precious 'Ivy Leaf'.


F O R T I T U D O
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c h a r m sx&xh e r b a l i s mx // x The first class she ever got into and soon became what she's known for in the academy taught first by Lucinda. Being one of the best, with her ability to brew and concoct potions, remedies, and elixirs she can do close to anything from love potions, lucky charms, truth potions, spite jars, etc.

m e m o r yx // x Ivy can absorb and remember any material or information given to her like a sponge (which can be a good and bad thing). While not technically having a photographic memory, she is pretty close. Being able to retain a lot of material, rituals, spells, language, you name it from the academy in a short amount of time, making her studies a breeze.

t a r o tx // x Something she picked up from her adoptive sister and mother but has surpassed past her sister in her ability. While not able to completely tell the future or in anyway control it, Ivy can just provide an evolved awareness of what you already know deep within and help people pick a direction to go.

s i n g i n gx // x A talent she has had since she was a child, growing up in a choir made that she was destined to have a gift for voice. With having her powers completely under control she can now use her voice to entrance those around her into a mesmerized state of mind and make them do her bidding.



I N F I R M I T A T E
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l e t t i n gxg ox // x Ivy, no matter how hard she tries, can't let things go whether it be for the better or the worst; she can't give up on people or relationships, and even after so long she can't completely let go the her 'mortal' life; her friends, her siblings, any of it.

a n x i e t yx // x The young witch was officially diagnosed a few years ago. It isn't as much social, as it is generalized where she worries about everything around her. Constantly having a somewhat irrational fear that something is about to go wrong even though it rarely does. And separate anxiety for obvious reasons.

a t t a c h m e n tx // x Not so much naive as she just welcomes people with open arms into her life more than she probably should. Believing that most people aren't just out there for themselves and because of this, she finds herself getting attached to not just a lot of people but, to the wrong people as well and doesn't do well when they leave her as it brings back who she was before.

r e l e n t l e s sx // x She doesn't really know when to give up when it comes to anything, always following everything through to the end no matter how hard it gets. She can't quit.



M E T U M
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a b a n d o n m e n tx // x Ivy has dealt with her fair share of lost and has felt alone more than once in her life, which lead her down the path of night for good because she was so afraid of being alone in a world where she didn't belong. She constantly surrounds herself with people and has always has a bright smile because she doesn't do well with being alone for long periods of time.

l u c i f e rx // x She respects and loves him like most others and owes the Dark Lord her life. He gave her a purpose, a new sense of belonging when she had none but, the things he had asked her to do into order to prove her loyalty and the lengths he went when she at first refused terrified her. The thought that any day he could come to her and ask her to do the unthinkable shakes her to her core.

h e rxc h a r mx // x The only way to ease her mind was with a crescent necklace that she enchanted with a comfort charm. It's keeps her calm, happy, and the person everyone knows and loves and if she loses that she reverts back into who she was and she hates the way she was.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Ivy Bishop has always been seen as a 'strange girl' in the eyes of whoever she's around, mortal or witchkind. She goes through life with what mortals called an 'artist's perspective'. Meaning, Ivy chooses to see the beauty in everything around no matter how insignificant it seems to the world. She likes to believe that people are better than they are even when they show her the opposite. That even if they seem like an asshole, under all of that is an extraordinary person. In her eyes, there's beauty in everyone but, sometimes you just gotta dig a little deeper down to find it and push them a little harder to find that diamond in the rough. Some call her naive, but she sees it as idealistic (which is no better, really). Now, she isn't completely blinded by these glasses she does know that there are bad people in the world but, she isn't one just to assume that someone is just going to be out to hurt her just because they have in the past. Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, to an extent. Where all the red flags just look like flags. It does take a lot for her to think differently about someone or to think that they really are a bad person and that maybe there isn't any good within them. Something she hates doing, as she hates just giving up, but sometimes you just have to face the fact that we don't live in a perfect world with perfect people especially in the world she lives in. But, she was cursed with not only a heart filled with the love of Lucifer but, also a rather large heart that refuses to let her stop thinking about what's right and wrong in their world at that. Constantly telling her when she knows things aren't right in their society and never lets her live it down. Her heart is one that wants to be shared; romantically, sexually, platonically. Anyway it can, she just wants to shower those around her and the one she worships in praise, love, and affection to the point where they might feel smothered every so often because she never wants them to feel the way she did for a long time: dejected, unwanted by the world.

Her mothers always told her to be a girl of the people; to help those around her who can't help themselves no matter what they are, but especially to be a woman of the witches. To stand up for that she believes in and help the other women in her coven and she does so relentlessly whether people want her to or not. Which has turned people off before but, deep down she believes she's helping them which may be why she has chosen the specialty she has. It not only allows her to help people with problems and issues: big and small but, to all show off her far above average skills when it comes to herbalism and potion-making. And while she doesn't see herself as a showoff or anything, she does have confidence in herself and knows that she has a talent and to say she doesn't get passionate and excited about her newest charms or just learning a new spell would be a lie. She is proud of herself so don't ever think she will hide it for anything or anyone. Which is where her 'know-it-all', prideful side likes to come out. Since she loves tarots/reading people's fortune and can be known as an encyclopedia of information to her peers, it gets to her head. Giving her an ego when it comes to her intelligence.

Which leads to what some have called the worst part about her: Her inquisitive and unrelenting thirst to know everything. She's too damn nosey for her own good, always wanting to know what's going on in any and every situation especially when she gets out her cards because as she says: "The cards never lie" which leads her not to believe in coincidences and if the cards don't work. She'll just figure it out the old fashion way: listening around, pressing people, and lurking in the shadows/sneaking around which leads her into trouble more times than she cares to mention. This extends to herself and her life as well; not leaving any stone unturned and wanting to know every last bit of the life she could have had. Somewhat living in the past and wondering about things she can't change. But, this is all because Ivy wants to know who she is and how she fits into this world, the 'real' world she belongs to that she had no idea existed for 21 years of her life. And as a result of the life she always looked back on, she has devoted parts of her life to learning about the witch world to its fullest and finding the answers to the mysteries of it and the people around her. Which is why she had given up her normal, 'mortal' life to have one that allows her to see all corners of the world, have immense power, while finally being able to learn something she never knew existed. Some around her believe she is nothing more than a bright, smiling face, a woman who just likes to be the center of attention who acts deep and poetic in order to seem better than those around her. And, part of it is true. She does believe that compared to most. She has had the opportunity to not only live the life she wants to live and go wherever she wants to go without being held down anyone anymore but, also can do it whenever she wants and without consequence (most times).

This young woman, however, can't be pegged into one certain personality trait of hers. Yes, she brazen, kind, bright, cheery, and devoted but, she wasn't always this blatant about who she was. While starting at the academy; she was introverted, anxious, self-conscious, and absolutely terrified that she didn't belong in this world and just waiting for things to fall apart around. It wasn't until making the nifty moon necklace that never comes off when she was finally about to keep the demons, for lack of a better word, at bay because deep down below the smile and sunny demeanor, she's still the anxious little girl she was what she started and even with the charm the little girl finds her way out whenever emotions are running high constantly making her think that she's not good enough, that she was wrong along, and making her think that she's a fraud because of the face she puts on isn't real. Along with a long array of other things she believes are going to go wrong including her biggest fear: people leaving. It has added more to her need to give affection to others but also not want them to leave as she starts to panic and blame herself for them doing a shitty thing even when it had nothing to do with her. Which is why the necklace stays on 24/7, it allows her to be Ivy Bishop, resident hellfire sunshine of the Academy of the Unseen Arts whether people like it or not.





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H I S T O R I A R U M


Ivy Bishop wasn't always Ivy but for the beautiful young witch, this wasn't revealed until her twentieth birthday. As a babe, Ivy doesn't remember much of her life as 'Daliah' other than what she knows from her adoptive mothers but even that iffy from her choosing to block it out of her memory. She was born as Dahila Salvatori of the Church of Night in the very congregation she years later found her way back to, the sole child of Zelda Salvatori and an unknown man who to this day Ivy still has no information about. When first born the bright eyed, freckled covered child was the apple of her mother's life, she was born into the church and raised by her mother and the staff. Yet, when Ivy was five, her mother regretted her choice of the Path of Night, wanting to live without being a servant to the Dark Lord and wanted nothing more than to disappear. One night, against all her better judgment, the young mother took her child and ran anywhere she could, putting an invisibility incantation on the pair so no one from her old life could easily find them until she was long gone. But, with Ivy being as young as she was, she was a hassle to her mother to journey with. Leading to the young thirty-two year old to abandon her child in Central Park, September 1979. Her mother sat her on a wooden bench with a crescent necklace tucked in her shirt, telling her to stay put and she'd be back soon before kissing her child's forehead, bearing a smile Ivy could never forget and waving to her blissfully unaware child and then... blank from when Ivy blocked it out. She stayed on that bench for ages, waiting for her mother to return for her, only leaving to find a restroom or get a drink of water before hurrying back to her spot. She never understood how no one questioned the small child on the bench by themselves, people would bump her but when she would apologize or try to talk to children sitting right across from her and they would never acknowledge her as if she wasn't there. Never knowing of the spell that was still in effect even after her mother left. As time drifted along and the leafs started to fall, her belief never faltered. Patiently waiting for her mother like the good girl she was.

She would continue to stay in that part of the park, waiting. Only be joined by a strange black cat seemingly despite the still unknown charm could see and even talk to the young child. She would have stayed there forever if it wasn't for the first chill of the year. The young child was finally forced to leave for good with her new friend oddly leading the way, finding her way to a familiar sight: a church before it disappeared. When she entered the building instantly the spell was broken as it was useless on holy sites. And after so long of being seemingly invisible, dozens of eyes turned to her in worry with endless questions about who she was, where she came from, etc. The nuns who took her into their church's orphanage. Where they said she would find a family to love and care for her. She loved the idea: being cared for, showered in attention by, and loved again but, she never forgot her mother. Sneaking back to the park whenever she could or tricking one of the caretakers to take the children to 'play' all so she could be there. Ivy, at this time still Daliah, was in the orphanage seven long years before being taken in by Ruthy Bishop, a homemaker who lived in the city with her five other adoptive children; Lawrence, Desmond, Opal, Agatha, Fabian, and their youngest, a beautiful girl renamed Ivy, all of which came from a familiar background as Ivy seeing that Ruthy and her secret partner, Lucinda had a niche for finding the perfect children to fit into their ever-growing family.

Ruthy and Lucinda Bishop were vastly different than what she was used to seeing in women; they were activists, rebels, always fighting for what was right and they taught that to their children as well. A certain level of morality, no matter what anyone said. But, even with their love, they weren't her mothers. They never would be and soon her mother would find her way back to gather her child to travel the world with. This continued until the women caught her sneaking out to the same bench in the same park and she explained everything and it hit her that she was never coming back. This left a hole that was later filled with both separation anxiety and an irrational fear of being alone. But, with it out there, even if a piece of Ivy refused to believe it. The family picked up for the suburbs to start a new life with new surroundings, for all of them but mostly because they thought the new location would help Ivy move on. It helped but even with the return of her feline friend, she still internalized that feeling of abandonment. But, she fell in love with her new family of misfit toys or as they called it their 'patchwork family'.

And that was her life, she grew up and excelled in school and found a knack for both singing and science, no matter the strange glares she received she was always taught to ignore them. She dreamed of going to college, like how she assumed all of her siblings did before her when they left home and she did. She started at Cornell University and at the age of 18, her life changed for life. As during one of her panicked episodes, the room started to shake, doors and windows slammed open and closed, her brother, Lawrence was pushed back without being touched and with her mothers saying a few words it seized just like that. Needless to say the young girl was confused and near the point of unconsciousness. They explained to her, what she was, what they all were. They were witches and warlocks belonging to the Dark Lord, who grew up Ivy fearing like most people.

From the beginning, Ruthy and Lucinda knew what Ivy was by the crescent necklace around her neck and an inscription on the back, saying she belonged to the Academy of the Unseen Arts. All of the Bishop children were, kids that had been taken away from the coven and abandoned for one reason or another and they made it their mission to find these poor souls and bring them home but, over time they started losing sight of it. With their oldest, Lawrence, they outright told him and groomed him to be a functioning warlock in the witch world but as years went on, the pair fell in love with the children and they wanted them to have a choice of what happens to them fin life for once. Most of which: Lawrence, Opal, Fabian choosing to sign the Book while one: Agatha and Desmond chose to follow the Path of Light. The baby Bishop would have the same choice Ivy who chose to experience both worlds before having to choose at the age of 25. She continued living her mortal life as a chemistry student and spending half as a student of the Dark Arts until graduating and spending all of her time at the Academy to make up for lost time.

Here, she learned everything she could about her and her mother after that day in the park. Her mother was tracked down to Italy by the coven just four short years later, living a normal, happy life with a man and a son before she and the babe were tragically being killed by the man who was secretly witch hunter, tracking witches down one by one. The coven never found the lost child and believed she was dead too until she found her way home. This broke the once optimistic young girl for a long time. Even though she knew her mother left her, she always assumed she would see her again, that she'd have years to find her, hold her, hear her voice again, and hear what a good girl she was, but now? She'd never had the chance, she'd do anything to get rid of the heartache and go back to the happy girl she was. Which Lucinda helped her with, she gave Ivy a spell to help numb the heartache and make the bad emotions just dissolve away and instructions on how to make a charm to help keep them away but, made her do it on her own. Ivy took full advantage of it, erasing the bad emotions she had towards her biological mother and her childhood before becoming Ivy Bishop and making, to this day, her most powerful creation, to keep all of her anxiety and fears away from the outside world in the form of the necklace she was found with all those years ago. It was like she was brand new, a clear, bright mindset and a light heart ready to move on with only bits and pieces of her memory and fears slipping through the cracks every so often.

When she was 25, she had a simple decision to make, a majority of her family was here, her friends, her power, everything she knew and wanted was now in the coven and she refused to leave, whenever she thought about it, she got this aching and gnawing feeling of panic that she didn't like and she didn't know what she'd do all on her own. She watched as her, now powerless mortal siblings aged and passed, the secret shame her mothers felt despite their denial and she couldn't do it. She signed the Book and never looked back. While still mostly the same as she was before knowing her heritage, she knows she's changed. She's traveled, found her craft, a knack for singing (and enchanting people but, she doesn't let that slip too much) but always found her way back home to a group filled with people who cared for her, even if they did find the 'mortal' witch a bit odd and irritatingly intrusive. Which is all she's truly wanted. A place to belong.





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Roman's gonna be Roman and do Roman type things. Sadly, sometimes I spend more time with him than I do my friends."


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Roman's Roman and Ivy has learned to live with it seeing that they're two of the best herbalists the academy has and they spend more than enough time together. To say she doesn't see him as really attractive would be a lie, she had a huge infatuation with him at first. he's charming, he's sexy, and he's annoying smart (like her, but she'll never say that) but after spending so much time with the warlock she's become somewhat immune to his charm as she sees him more as a friend of sorts and someone she can compete with academically and someone who keeps her wits sharp and on her toes.


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"I don't know him but give me time."


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"The nickname doesn't really work because I'm not mortal so... there."


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Ivy doesn't hate Constance, she can't hate anyone. She's Ivy and hating people isn't in her DNA but, she definitely isn't Constance biggest fan and vice versa. Ever since Constance found her place in the academy and rose up the ranks, she has seemingly found an easy target in 'the mortal witch' as she started calling her, seemingly being disgusted with Ivy's family for even letting her think she was so dispensible mortal, pretty much making her weakling in the eyes of the younger witch and Ivy's personality sure didn't help disprove the point as she has never seen the need to fight back as opposed to just avoiding Constance.


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"Mitchy's great... I don't really know what else to say."


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Michael and Ivy are one of the same; two souls who wear their heart on their sleeve no matter how hard they try to hide it and Ivy has been completely enamored with Michael ever since they met And how could she not be? He's the one person in the academy who she feels like she can completely be herself around without the feeling that she's being judged and he's never seemed annoyed or angry by her and that's saying something. Heavens, she's told him everything about herself and she likes to think he has with her. But, she knows she's... a lot which is why she has never tried to further their friendship and genuinely wants nothing more than for him to just be happy here and accept Satan into his heart while remaining the amazing person she became friends with.


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"Satan help him, Casper's amazing but I so glad I can help him."


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So begins...

Ivy Bishop's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Bodhi Krishnan Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Neona Ki Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Desdemona Proctor Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding

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Saying that Dorian didn't have a good night's sleep was an understatement. Since he arrived at the New England Academy, he's been walking around on eggshells. After all, this was his last chance at a life before the witch council found him out. At this point, it seemed like the safest place for him to hide was under the Church of Night's nose, and that's what he was doing. But it didn't make anything easier.

He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, or refreshing his memory of witch law. Why did he do that to himself? It didn't calm his nerves, only made them worst. It became a routine nearly ever night, going through and counting the number of laws he'd broken, how many offenses. Dorian was a dead man living on borrowed time. The moment they figured him out, he'd be executed without a doubt. If anything, that should make him wish to live what life he had left to the fullest. But he spent too much time living in fear for that to happen.

Dorian might have dozed off at one point or another, but by the time the sun came up, he was up as well. With a sigh, he finally decided to get up and out of bed. There was no point in lazing around under the blankets for hours when his mind would only wonder to more horrible things the future held. He moved about the room quietly, being sure not to wake up Michael as he went to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. And with that brief moment of privacy he had, Dorian let his glamour fall.

For so long he hadn't be able to look at his reflection, his true reflection. Looking at himself felt so foreign, but the sadness in the eyes... that never changed. Dorian couldn't look for long and let his focus fall to his hands that gripped the sink. With his gaze diverted, he put the glamour back up. He didn't dare look back in the mirror before he made his way into the shower. There weren't many things that could relax him, but a hot shower seemed to always melt away any worries he had, at least, temporarily.

He quickly lost track of how much time he spent standing under the cascading water, but eventually Dorian finally got out. The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, yet at the same time time ticked by so quickly. Before he knew it, Michael was awake and they both had to begin to get ready. Dorian seemed to wait until the absolute last minute to get changed into his white outfit. Just touching it churned his stomach. The one thought he hadn't let plague his mind is what would signing the book of the beast twice do to him. Would it kill him? Overwhelm him with power? Would Satan himself smite him where he stood?

Dorian hadn't noticed until that moment how much his hands had been trembling. Hopefully to other people it just appeared as normal nerves. But he knew the truth, the fear that built up inside him at the nearing of that night's proceedings. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took the clothes from the hanger and began to get dressed. Thankfully, his reflection betrayed him. In the mirror, he was a different man... Dorian Fawkes, who was giving his life over to Lucifer for the first time ever. He let that thought repeat over and over in his mind.

Once dressed and as presentable as he could manage, he finally looked over at Michael giving his bravest smile. "Have you decided on your baptismal name? I haven't had much time to think about it myself," he confessed as he sat back down on his bed. "Pearl likes Xavier." As he said her name, his familiar emerged from somewhere under his pillow and slowly climbed onto his hand.




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Tamsin groaned as an alarmed buzzed in her ear from the nightstand beside her bed. Satan, when did she go to bed the night before? 5 am? 6 am? She couldn't remember, just that she saw the pink glow of the sun about to on crest the horizon before she finally tucked in. Her hand slapped the table, missing her clock three times before she sat up and yanked it out from the wall and threw it across the room.

Normal people were usually out of bed before noon. But Tamsin rarely saw a need to be up before 3 pm. She hasn't attended a class at the Academy for over a century. She's already taken every single one they offered to the point of knowing the classes verbatim. And being a creature of the night, she rarely felt a need to be a morning person.

Her arms stretched out in every direction as she yawned. Tamsin's hair stood up on end, but remained flat on the left side of her head from where she was laying. Her fingers ran through her hair and scratched her scalp, un-matting it from the several hours of sleep. She yanked her blanket off of her and slid out of bed in a tank top and underwear. She was far beyond the point of caring about how she was dressed in front of Winnie and if someone else happened to be in their room too? Well, they got a free show. Tamsin lost count of how many times Roman had seen her naked.

Tamsin nearly tore apart her bed, searching within the blankets and under pillows for her phone. She only found it when she heard the device fall onto the ground next to her feet. She scooped it up and sat down on the mound of blankets. A groan escaped her lips as she illuminated her phone. "Satan's balls. It's All Hallow's Eve?!"

She slammed her phone down on her bed before trudging off to their bathroom. Tamsin rarely closed the door as she showered, knowing full well Winnie spent half of her life in front of a mirror trying to look perfect. She tried locking the door once, and somehow still managed to be greeted by the red head standing in front of the mirror by the time she was done. Tamsin has long since given up trying to get the bathroom to herself since then.

Asmodeus Proctor told Tamsin several times leading up to that day that he expected her presence along with the rest of the Academy. The ceremony was the biggest celebration their coven had every year. And although the Anti Pope was too busy to join this year, every member of the coven would be attending, including the Reids. And it wasn't like she'd be allowed to skip the Dark Baptism. She tried once... Let's just saying being a torture spell test subject for a semester was enough for her to not want to miss it again. So, she didn't waste much time washing up, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as she exited the shower.

Tamsin wrapped herself in a towel, using a second to dry her hair as she scurried back out into their room. While it temporarily blocked her view, she bumped into someone who stood in the middle of their room. She pulled the towel from her head and groaned the instant she saw Roman Black standing before her with his stupid smug grin. "Ugh," she scoffed. "You look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man... But more sex offender-y." Tamsin wormed her way around him and made her way to her dresser. "Don't you have your own room?"

"Yes, but my roommate isn't my biggest fan."

"Shocker," Tamsin quipped as she yanked open drawers, quickly sifting through what clothes she had clean. She pulled out the first things she found and tossed them onto her bed. She didn't even waste her breath asking Roman to turn around or look away. When she dropped her towel, Tamsin couldn't find her undergarments on the mess that was her bed. After a moment or two of searching, Roman cleared his throat. She turned to look at him, finding him standing there smiling, her underwear hanging off his index finger.

"Grow up, Black," she said as she snatched her panties back and put them on.

"I'll stop when you join us one night," Roman offered as he motioned his hand to Winnie.

Tamsin grabbed her shirt, pulling it on like a vest, turning around to face him as she zipped it up. "I do have standards." Shocking. The girl who pumped herself full of enough substances to euthanize an elephant had standards? Even as she said it, she found it hard to believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"And what's that?" Roman asked as he leaned back against the wall on Winnie's side of the room.

"Not you." She smirked towards him as she wiggled into her skinny jeans and fastened them. Tamsin let out a soft sigh of relief now that she was dressed. There was still a bit of time before the Baptism, but seeing Roman in head to toe white get up like a virgin just shit out from heaven, she knew the time was near. If she had to guess, she wouldn't see much of Casper that evening. With the rest of the Reid family present and their clear hatred of her... She'd be left to her own devices for the ceremony.

Tamsin's bare feet tapped along the wood floor as she made her way back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. There was only one instance where she closed the door, and Winnie knew this. It was the one time she wouldn't be bothered. Some shuffling could be heard coming from the bathroom, the sound of the lid on the toilet being moved, some tapping and then the door opened back up. Tamsin walked out sniffing and rubbing her nose, flashing a smile to the other two in the room. It was no secret to anyone at the Academy that she was a junkie. And at this point, she barely felt the effects. It was more like caffeine than a high, no doubt another gift from Lucifer so she couldn't even have an escape or be numb from the torture he's put her through.

She wasn't in the mood to linger and watch the rabbits hump one out before the Dark Baptism. Tamsin didn't even waste her time, finishing getting ready in her room, instead putting her sunglasses on her head and snatched up the rest of what she planned to wear along with her purse. "If you're going to have sex you have about 30 minutes. Not that it would be an issue for Sparky here," Tamsin said as she patted Roman's shoulder. She then grimaced, pinching the fabric of his jacket between her fingers. "Well, if you do you should do it naked. This fabric will wrinkle if you breathe on it wrong."

With nothing more to add, Tamsin nodded causing her sunglasses to slip down from her head and land on the bridge of her nose. "Later, pornstars." She slipped out of their dorm room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked barefoot down the hallway until she reached one of the small common areas. Thankfully no one else seemed to be there, for the time being.

She found a free spot on the ground and dropped all of her shit. The movement must have startled Chesare, who's white head poked out of her bag to look up at Tamsin, sticking his tongue out at her. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting down next to him. Without needing to rush as much, she lit a cigarette, not particularly worried about getting caught smoking inside the dormitories. Tamsin then took the time to finish getting ready, even putting on a little make up... basically just heavy ass eyeliner.





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Roman's mother had been preparing him for this day for years. What is to be expected of him, what will happen, what it means. But no matter how much she prepared him for it, it still didn't calm his nerves. It was strange for someone like himself to be anxious but this was the day he's been waiting for. To accept Satan into his life, into his heart. To be a servant of the Dark Lord. He knew others trembled at the thought, but he has been waiting for this moment... To make his mother proud.

He started getting ready far earlier than someone normally would, but this was his day. Roman spent at least an hour in the shower, perfecting himself for the Dark Lord. He even decided to shave, trying to be his best self. For months he had his outfit planned and set aside for just this occasion. Rome was never a fan of white clothes, especially an all white outfit. He never found it to be very flattering. But, he knew they were supposed to appear virginal on the night of the Dark Baptism. Being virginal was another thing entirely, but he was twenty-five, what did the Dark Lord expect?

Roman didn't pay much attention to his roommate as he finished getting ready, not that he paid much attention to Bones on most days anyway. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror, slicking his hair back before he grabbed his jacket. He headed out of the boys' dormitory, finally putting his jacket on as he crossed the green toward the girl's dorms. Although they were forced to be in separate buildings, the Academy didn't seem to pay much of a mind to them spending however much time in which ever building they preferred. After all, the Dark Lord had no issue with sexual exploits.

In no time, he had reached Winifred's room. He didn't knock, instead letting himself in as he often did. "Good evening, darling," Roman said in greeting as he crossed the room. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek. "Beautiful as always."

He softly brushed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb before he made his way over to one of her mirrors to check his appearance again. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cufflinks. Roman could hear the sound of the shower coming from their bathroom as he looked around seeing the chaotic state of Tamsin's side of the room. "I see the old lady is up at a normal time." He chuckled softly, glancing back over to the stunning red head.

And as if he spoke of Lucifer himself, the brunette came out of the bathroom in a whirlwind. Of course, she couldn't walk past him without their usual pleasantries and banter. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she... Roman did enjoy catching her when she wasn't presentable. Anyone who thought she wasn't attractive was blind or stupid. And with her fiery nature, she had to be a tomcat in the sack. One day he'd find out. For now, he had to settle for stealing her underwear as she tried to get dress and enjoy the brief extra moment of her naked presence.

Once she was gone, Roman sat down on Winnie's bed. "As much as I'd love a roll in the sheets before signing my name in the book of the beast, I did spend exceptionally long getting ready today." He crossed his right leg over his left. He also knew full well that once she had started getting ready, there was no hope of ruining her work either. What could he say? They were both vain. "Although, I wouldn't mind a celebratory shag later." He smiled at her, raising a brow.

After sometime sitting there, Roman leaned back on her bed slightly, playing with the tassels on one of her frilly decorative pillows."Do you think everyone will go through with it?"

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Roman Black

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michael navarro
the heretic | outfit | #87975C

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Michael was surprised he had even slept at all. The gnawing feeling of the signing had been eating him alive all week, but somehow by the grace of God The Dark Lord he was able to sleep soundly for a few hours. He stirred lightly as the sound of Dorian's shuffling awoke him and he waited until he heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on before slowly propping himself up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he was absolutely sure Dorian was preoccupied he leaned his body over the bed, sticking his hand blindly under as he felt around for the loose board. When his hand bumped into the corner sticking out he quietly moved the board over and grabbed the small box inside.

Anxiety slowly creeped into him, as it aways did when he got the box out. You never know who was truly watching you at any moment at the Academy - but this really couldn't wait. Mitch sat up in bed, scooting up until he felt the backboard press against his shoulder. The box was small, perhaps the size of a small compact wristlet, ornately decorated with jewel toned patterns and small encrusted gems along the top. It had belonged to his mother. Mitch reached above his head feeling along the top of the headboard until his finger brushed against the tip of the nail that awkwardly stuck out from the wood. He had unfortunately discovered the bastard while trying to reach for his Demonology book that he had dropped behind his bed. Mitch pressed the pad of his thumb against the nail slowly, until he felt the familiar sharp sting drawing his hand back quickly. He stared at the small scarlet drop of blood that began to bloom on his finger before pressing it against the box where the lock used to lay. Michael had asked his Aunt Penelope years back on how to lock a box, when she asked the reason he lied saying that Dorian had been getting in his things. If she only knew him. His Aunt graciously taught him the small spell and it brought some of the weight off of his shoulders. Only his blood could unlock it, so even if someone had happened to poke around the loose boards under his bed they still wouldn't be able to open it. A foolproof plan, he had hoped.

Michael felt small pop as it clicked open in front of him, at first the contents seeming rather harmless. Laying inside the velvet lined box were three items - items that could potentially get him killed. Or worse. The first was a small photo of his mother, a grand smile on her face with her arms around a young Michael. He picked it up gently, as if mere touch might make it disintegrate in his hand. Mitch's eyes softened as he ran a finger over the waxy film, he remembered that day so fondly. His mother had picked him up early from school for his birthday taking him to his favorite pastry shop, La Pastisseria, for some mantecados. They spent the rest of the day in the park until the sun stole them away to watch El Chavo del Ocho on the couch til he fell asleep. How he missed his mother, there was never a day he didn't, but the guilt had begun to chip away at him. What would she think if she saw him now? About to sign his life away to Satan himself. Mitch pushed the thought far away in his head placing the photo gingerly back in the box. He glanced at the two most incriminating items in the box - a small pocket bible and a cross necklace.

Mitch tried, several times throughout the years to get rid of the box. But he never could bring himself to do it. It was a part of himself that he never wanted to lose, more than anything he never wanted to be his father. He couldn't deny however that as the days rolled by he seemed ever closer to that dark truth. Michael would get rid of the box, today. He had promised himself that he would do it more than once throughout the week. After all, once he signed his name what point would he have for it anyway. Mitch glanced once more at the smiling face of his mother before closing the box quickly, he couldn't bare to look at her face any longer. The guilt was too much.

At the sound of the shower turning off, his heart leapt out of his chest and he quickly shoved the box under the bed in its little crook placing the board back in place. The second he settled himself back into bed the door opened and he gave a half-smile to Dorian trying to ignore the sound of his heart pounding in his head. "Morning" He said as coolly as possible sliding himself out of bed and walked past Dorian into the bathroom, not even realizing he had been holding his breath. If he had half the mind to pay attention he might of noticed his roommate was just as equally as distressed.

After a long shower and a change into his annoying bright white ensemble Mitch felt a tad more at ease. He had opened the window to their dorm for Barclay and it didn't take long for the hawk to swoop in perching on his bedpost. Mitch affectionally smoothed the feathers on the hawks wings as Dorian spoke drawing his attention. To answer Dorian's question he had indeed thought about it, several times. The correct answer would be to change his name in its entirety, to rid himself of his past and start anew. Not to mention its uncanny tie to the Catholic Church. Mitch was quiet for a moment, as if lost in his own thoughts, before he spoke surprising himself. "Victor" He spoke the name as if he was just trying it for the first time. It was for his mother, Victoria. Michael didn't spare much explanation to Dorian, that was one thing he liked about his roommate. Dorian asked no questions, and Michael did the same in return.

After a small moment of silence, he smiled softly back at Dorian. "I think Pearl has good taste". He gave one more affectionate pat to Barclay and walked around the bed sitting down to face his roommate. "What do you think will happen to us?" He realized how ominous and ambiguous his question sounded, and even though he meant it that way added on to it, to seem less fearful. "I mean, have you ever seen a Dark Baptism before?"







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winifred blanchard
the temptress | outfit | #87975C

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Winifred sat poised as usual at her vanity, gently powdering her nose when Tasmin chucked her alarm clock across the room where it splintered into a thousand pieces. Winnie was so used to it at this point the girl didn't even flinch. "Good morning Sleeping Beauty" A hint of teasing in her voice as she glanced at her roommates disheveled appearance through her mirror. The vanity was a new addition. Her mother had it shipped at her request, she had nearly run out of room for all her things in the bathroom and she feared Tamsin would kill her if she took up anymore room.

"Tas, I reminded you yesterday!" She called over her shoulder as the witch stomped her way into the bathroom. Winnie shook her head with a small giggle and turned back to her reflection in the mirror. Everything about her was calculated down to the core, if it wasn't perfect, it wasn't Winnie. Her coppery-red hair fell in effortless waves down her back, and her makeup although light accentuated her full lips and arched brows. Apart from her normal ensemble of reds and blacks, she insisted on picking a dainty, pale yellow, chiffon dress that she had order a month back. It was elegant and perfect for the Dark Baptisms.

Winifred stood up from her vanity, and walked over to her bed where she had laid down a few bracelets and rings to try on and pick. As she ran her hand along a golden cuff, a warm smile appeared on her face as she heard Roman's voice. She closed her eyes as he planted a soft kiss on her cheek, taking the moment to envelope herself in his warmth. Winnie turned to face him, not even hiding the fact that she took a second to look him over before meeting his eyes. "You know, I always thought the all white was a little tacky but - you really put it off love"

Winifred rolled her eyes at his comment about Tamsin, "you think all that sleep would make her a little more cheery". With her incredibly perfect timing Tamsin begrudgingly stumbled back into the room, scowling at Roman's presence. Winnie quite enjoyed their back-to-back banter, Roman was never afraid to push Tamsin's buttons. But, neither was Winnie. As the two exchanged insults, she busied herself with settling on a few pieces of jewelry, fastening on a thick gold bracelet with matching earrings. Winnie finally turned her attention back to Tas only to be lectured about sex, typical. The witch acted as if they were rabbits in heat for satan's sake. Besides, Tamsin clearly had no idea how long it took Winifred to curl her hair this morning. Winifred barely had time to even tell her roommate bye before the door closed behind her. She flicked her gaze back to Roman a small sigh on her lips. "Isn't she just a delight?"

She made her way over to her closet, which in her opinion was too damn small even after she had Ivy use an expansion charm on it. Winnie sifted through her shoes - she had enough for a small village - until she settled on a pair of black Louboutins. Sitting on the trunk at the edge of her bed, she began to put her heels on glancing over her shoulder back to Roman. "I would hate to ruin your outfit on your special day, Darling. And if I don't have you to admire during the ceremony, I don't think I could sit through the damned thing" She said standing up after putting on her heels. Making her way back over to the bed she gave him a rather sultry look leaning down towards his ear. "Besides, it would give me more time to think about how I'm going to get it all off of you" She planted a small, lingering kiss on the side of his jaw before pulling away to smile at him once more.

"Of course, I mean there's always doubts, but everybody goes through with it" And Winifred did fully believe that everyone would go through with it. When it boiled down to it, how could they not? "Why? You're not having second thoughts are you love?" She cocked her head to the side slightly, one of her perfectly arched brows raised in question.

A small look of remembrance overtook her face suddenly and she clasped her hands together, her bracelets jingling like a wind chime. "I almost forgot, I got you something!" She dashed over to the trunk at the end of her bed, opening it grabbing a small, perfectly wrapped golden box placing it in his hands. "It's not much, just a small 'graduation' gift" A slight giggle bubbled out of her lips at her own little joke. Inside was a mint condition, 18k gold, 1956 Rolex Ovettone. She knew how much Roman adored vintage fashion and once she thought of it she couldn't resist. It took both her brother's help, a complicated summoning spell, and maybe some arm twisting but she had been excited to give it to him for weeks.

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Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop

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ivy bishop
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Ivy had been up for hours at this point as she locked herself in the herbalism classroom with music playing in order to take full advantage of Roman being too busy preparing for his Dark Baptism to one, pester her and two, be in the room so they had to share their workspace. Besides, with all the nerves from those around her, she felt the need to β€˜recharge’ her charm so that everyone else didn’t shake her. Not to mention she was going to see her whole family together for the first time in a decade. The Bishops while somewhat infamous for their strong connection to the mortal world did produce some quite impressive children. All the Bishop children were held in high regards in their society with respected positions that required them to be all over the world and rarely leaving time to come back home even her mothers were coming back after spending years in the Vatican. That was enough to make her stomach twist and turn and make her stress levels rise when they told her. She needed to be at her absolute best, in every sense of the word from her appearance to her bright attitude being right as they left it. The small young witch took a deep breath as she pushed her hands back, pushing the curly strands of hair that had slipped out of her short ponytail from her scurrying around the room looking for everything she needed. β€œOkay.” She said softly as she checked off everything in her mind before looking at the time on her phone. Plenty of time. She climbed on a chair to grab a cauldron from high up before having it land with a bang on the table. Atlas meowed from the chair he was on, causing his owner to jump and almost lose her footing. β€œI locked the room down for a reason.” He always was the master of finding a way to slip in and out of places he shouldn’t be. Like master, like familiar. But, she didn’t need her familiar’s constant droning about how she was using the necklace as a security blanket, that it wasn’t healthy for her to keep all the bad and negative feelings locked away for so long, and of course, she should just let the darkness in. She had her mother, Ruthy for that. β€œI don’t have time for your critiques.”

β€œNot critiquing, just watching and reminding you.”

She rolled her eyes. β€œOf what?” The snark and annoyance she tried to hide really were coming out quicker than usual. β€œGloves, unless you want those pretty hands to rot off.” She softly groaned before making a pair appear in her hands. The girl hopped down, her small heels hitting the ground with a loud clack. She glanced at her phone once more to see that her mother, Ruthy had texted her telling her how she couldn’t wait to see her. Everything needed to be perfect, not for her but for them. Ivy needed to prove to them she wasn’t just the baby β€˜Ivy Leaf’ they watched sign her name in the Book of the Beast all those years ago. They needed to see that she was a mature, wise, and sophisticated young lady who knew how to take care of herself and stay out of trouble (no matter how true that was).

She was so busy going over all of this in her head, her stress making her brain go around and around that she didn’t even realize that she was almost done with her concoction. She silently cursed to herself before slowly unlatching her crescent necklace, staring at it for a moment, and softly tossing it in. She let it sit in the bubbling brew as she turned her attention to her phone to finally respond to her mother who at this point had texted her three more times and started reminiscing about Ivy’s Dark Baptism. Satan in Hell, it felt like just yesterday she had signed her own name in the Book of the Beast finally restoring the lost respect and honor to the Bishop name after the two Bishops before they decided to go down the Path of Light and left all traces of their past life, their family, friends, all of it behind them in order to live a mundane life as mortals. The eldest three of the children had already made a name for themselves in the Church when Ivy signed. She can still remember the excitement she felt, the buzzing of nerves and the knot in her stomach tightening as she walked towards Father Proctor, and of course, the overwhelming look of pride on her mothers’ face. They promised they never wanted to pressure Ivy into signing but, she still felt the need to make them proud at any costs. She knew and still does that they, like most of the coven believed if there was one person who wouldn’t sign it would be little Ivy Bishop and even if she did, she’d run off just like her mother. But it was never a question for her. After becoming a part of the Church, she wanted nothing more than committing herself to the Dark Lord for the remainder of her life. She had prepared for that moment since she was 18 and when it finally came it was nothing short of perfect. She still had a slight scar on her hand from where she was cut to remind her of that day. And now while the rest of the Bishop clan looked the same as they did once signing the Book of the Beast, Agatha was an aging old woman and her brothers, Fabian and Desmond have been long been buried. But that was just the guilt in her mind festering quickly without the effect of her spell.

She investigated the boiling cauldron in front of her, watching the gold chain of the necklace swirl around before turning her attention to the time. One minute too long and it could disappear before her eyes, one minute short and it’d be as ineffective as it was when she was a child. Atlas moved from his chair and on the table to next to his master who was still messing with her spell, twirling her hands in small circles as she recited the spell, she had long memorized, ending with a β€˜poof’. She smirked towards the black cat as she put on her gloves and reached in for the necklace. After drying it off, she quickly clasped it shut around her neck. Perfect. With her spell done, she quickly did a spell to make the mess disappear as she looked at her reflection for what felt like the 100th time since walking in. She undid her ponytail, letting her short, curly locks fall and frame her face as she fixed her bangs and fixed the ruby red lipstick, she had gotten from Winnie just for the occasion. She looked completely different than she did most other days with a surprising amount of black and lace but, she looked great, nonetheless. With her slightly plunging, the lacey black dress barely sweeping across the floor with a pair of scarlet red heels peeking from underneath. She fit right in with not only the rest of the Church but within the Bishop family as well. β€œReady for the festivities?” Ivy turned to Atlas and smiling before walking towards the doors with her familiar in tow.

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Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Lucia DuBois

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constance lamotte
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Constance slept like the dead, knowing full well she wanted to be well-rested for today’s activities. Where after what felt like an eternity, she would be signing her name in the Book of the Beast, welcoming the Dark Lord into her heart for all time and being given immense power and couldn’t wait. Her parents have prepared her for this and even after their deaths, she prepared herself. With her birthday being just the day prior, Constance postponed any and all celebrations until the night of their Dark Baptism. Which she knows killed Luci, but she’d get over it and Constance would make it up to her friend tonight with a small trinket. Everything had to be and, of course, was perfect; her outfit, her hair, her Baptismal name, her sacrifice, everything was ready.

The best part about today was that she had no pesky relatives to entertain: her parents were dead, night father, father figure, uncle, dead, most of her church family was burnt to a crisp when her church back home went up in flames after their attempted treason, and well, the rest of them, both mother’s and father’s sides, decided to keep their distance from the 'black sheep' of the family. While nothing was tied back to her, obviously because a good liar knows exactly how to cover their tracks, it hasn’t stopped relatives from talking and spreading what they think happened. Damien’s way finally caught up to him when her daughter played a role in his demise. I mean, the rumors were right, but they didn't have any proof of that. The Laveau’s rarely chose to leave the safety of New Orleans (and saw her as bad juju) while Lamotte’s had a completely different reason to stay away. They were afraid of her; a girl willing to turn on her own father? A man seen as untouchable all throughout the South. She was something to fear and stay away from like the plague. Constance still thinks its because they have a few rats that slipped through the cracks. But, all the Lamotte’s were one way or another, the whole lot of them were just like her; opportunists, waiting to try and make their way to the top of the heap of the Lamotte family where Constance silently and somewhat secretly reigned.

But, despite what most thought, they didn't hate her. Quite the opposite, they respected her almost as much as they feared her, knowing that if she caught any whiff of weakness, she would eat them alive. Which was the closest thing to love one could ask for from a Lamotte. They sent her a few presents and congratulatory letters, that was all she needed. She didn’t anyone taking the eyes off of her on her special day (yes, she knew it wasn’t technically just her day but, in her mind, it was).

She had finally been woken up when the bottle hit the floor, opening her eyes and immediately sitting up in bed just to see Josie leave her in the solitude of their room. Constance kind of pitied her, she could hear her roommate stirring most of the night, probably buzzing with excitement like everyone else. She slipped her bonnet off to reveal her freshly done finger waves underneath before getting out of bed to start her routine. But, not without a long glance at herself in her mirror. She ran her slender fingers along her jaw, her white claw-like nails softly scratching her skin. Only snapping out of it, when Valentine slithered from under her pillow. With a small smile, she let her familiar make his way up her arm and around her neck before offering him a small peck.

Within an hour or so, Constance was completely done, sure she could have done everything magically, but she wanted to absorb every moment of this day and just savor it. Her makeup done slightly different to fit with the virginal look of her flawless white gown with her putting on the final touch; an inverted cross necklace that she β€˜borrowed’ from her father before he was buried. He wore it to his Dark Baptism, as did his father, and his father before him, and she refused to let the selfish, traitorous bastard be buried with it. It fit right under the collar of her gown, out of sight. With a growing smile and a small tear slipping out, Constance let out a sigh. Tilted her head up as she twirled her gown and looked at herself from every angle. Unholy shit, if little Constance could see her future counterpart, she wouldn’t believe in the woman she became. She was everything she dreamed she’d be; powerful, beautiful, and destined for greatness. It was all starting tonight. Constance groaned as she noticed the tear and wiped it away quickly as if at any moment someone would come in and see her tearing up at herself.

pcolor=#863348]β€œC’mon, Val. Time to address the masses.”[/color] Val made his way back on his perch around his master’s arm before the two left the room in search of interaction to make the time fly but, more than anyone; Luci. That impulsive drunkard had to be around here somewhere, she obviously didn’t find her way into Constance’s room last night after whatever mischief she had gotten into, whining to be held by Constance because she was a fiend for physical contact and it was doubtful she fell asleep in her own bed alone last night seeing that today was the big day both of them had been waiting for most of their lives. All Connie was hoping was that she didn’t go too hard and dead in a ditch somewhere.

Ah, just the orphan she needed to see, Ivy Bishop. Alone without one of her numerous bodyguards. Perfect. β€œExcuse me, puppy.” Ivy sighed before turning around to face her tormentor who has a shit-eating smirk on her face. β€œHi, Constance. Happy Dark Baptism.” The towering woman faked a smile before it faltered, and the smirk returned. β€œHave you seen your roommate today?” Ivy shook her head. β€œNope, I've been at--..” Constance held up a hand. β€œI didn’t ask for all that. Do you know where she might be?” Ivy took a deep breath, trying to keep the smile on her face as she shrugged her shoulders. Man, messing with the runt was fun, Constance could see the faΓ§ade slipping away for a brief moment. β€œShe’s your other half, you’d know before me but no, I wouldn’t. She didn’t come to the room last night. Can you just make sure she's okay.” Ivy smiled brightly. Constance could never tell if it was real or if the little puppy was just being passive-aggressive. The witch shook her head. β€œAw, puppy, I'm not her keeper, she's fine.” Constance walked away without another word, of course, she was going to make sure she was okay, she knew she was fine, but Ivy didn't need to know that. Constance kept walking for anyone to help pass the time.