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- Erin Anastasia
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n i c k n a m e s x // x Mara , Witch
a g e x // xtwenty four
g e n d e r x // xFemale
s e x u a l i t y x // xHeterosexual (with some repressed homoromanticism)
o r i g i n x // xThe Dark Wood
t i t l e x // xLady Amara Thorne, The Viper, and the Little Witch
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w e i g h t x // x136lbs
h a i r x // xBrunette locks that hand down in perfectly brushed strands. Often pulled into sophisticated braids, up-dos, and rarely ever seen wild in any manner. She does get her sense of style from her mother after all.
e y e s x // xDark brown eyes much alike the rest of her family (save for dear older brother Bastion, whose arrogant baby blues she often finds herself in envy of.) Just as glaze-eyed and devilish as the rest of her family.
o d d i t i e s x // xBesides the often corpse like way she dances on marionette strings to the song of her mothers whims? Not much, she has few scars and even fewer marks and none odd enough to be described as such.
a p p e a r a n c e x // xPretty, in a dark and dreary kind of way. Rarely smiling unless told to do so, never laughing because humor seems to bounce right off her impenetrably stoic shield. Its a wonder she doesn't draw more attention than she already does with the way she seems reluctant to even appear to be enjoying her life as is. Nearly always representing her family in the lavish purples and deep black garments she wears. Styled like the perfect little doll - whose just a little too glassy in the eye. Fabulous dresses, skirts, and the most painstakingly crafted jewelry. It's clear that no expense has been spared to ensure that she not only act the part but look it as well.
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F O R T I T U D O
xxxxxxxxxxxx• x s t r e n g t h x • x \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x •
a r c h e r y x // x A skill that the large majority of people in her region learn, both for defense and for sport. She became exceptionally good at it after begging Kester to teach her, despite her mothers distaste for her handling weapons of any kind.
g r e e n - t h u m b x // x Unbeknownst to most, Amara has been tending to her own personal garden for years, growing all manner of herb, flower, and even the few poisons that her family is so well known for using. She is allowed this one patch of freedom on the basis that it is beneficial, and furthers her studies of the craft.
w i t c h - c r a f t x // x While she isn't the most powerful, she does still have certain abilities. Ages of diluting their blood has made them weaker than most, but they still exist.
i n t e l l i g e n t x // x A formally, and well educated young lady. Her mother made sure of it.
I N F I R M I T A T E
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n a i v e x // x A naive, easily persuaded young woman who has seen so little of the real world that she can seem almost oblivious to certain things.
u n c o n f r o n t a t i o n a l x // x Hate fighting of any kind, despises arguments where voices are raised, and generally tries her best to avoid the angrier sorts of people due to her lack of ability to stay calm and poised in such situations.
s e l f d e f e n s ex // x Besides her trusty bow and arrows her ability to use weapons of any kind is non-existent. Her only line of self-defense is her words, and when all else fails her witchcraft. But for the most part, she would be at a great disadvantage were someone to want to harm her.
a n x i o u s x // x Has a habit of thrumming with nervous energy and finding even the slightest stressful situation to be anxiety inducing.
M E T U M
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M o t h e r x // x She is terrified of her mother and what the woman can do when she sets her mind to it.
T h e - C r a f t x // x She knows her own abilities like the back of her hand, and yet she fears it as well. Feeling that it is more a curse than a blessing.
R e b e l l i n g x // x She wants freedom so badly, and yet she fears the idea of taking it herself.
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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
xxxxxxxxxxxx• x Easily Influenced x • x Conflicted x • x Anxious x • x Humorless x •
Poised and mannered, she tries her hardest to never act unlike a lady should. Lest she wishes her mother's wrath to fall upon her. She can be an anxious wreck, and things get to her easier than she should but she is well practiced in hiding the shaking of her hands or the way her words stutter on. When away from her parent's watchful eyes she has no idea how to carry herself. She wants to break free, to rebel and live as she sees other people live but does not know how to go about it - and truthfully she is afraid.
She can hold her own in a battle of wits but she cannot fight for the life of her - not unusual as combat was not a lady-like trait. Besides, she has the craft as her main defense. She can be a bit snippy and cold if she finds that she has no idea how to interact with someone, and can come off of plain and boring at other times. She does not exhibit her brother's seductive techniques, much to her mothers' chagrin. But she makes up for it with intelligence and ability to blend into a situation.
Rather easy to influence if you are the right kind of authoritative. She has no issue following orders and tends to get antsy around rule-breakers and people who find their own ability to rebel not quite as inhibited as her own. Becomes nervous around those who fight and prefers to ignore those who do so often. She would much rather simply live a peaceful life where she doesn't have to deal with potentially pissing other people off with her marionette personality.
But despite this she knows her job, knows what she must try to acheive. And will do it even if it destroys her.
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As lonely as she was in her younger years it wasn't hard for her to become dependent on her parents. Entitlement ran in her blood, and so long as she followed her lessons and took orders without hesitation she would always get whatever she wanted. She played her part with unwavering efficiency. So much so that it became ingrained in her. A docile doll for her mother's molding.
And mold she did. Because if there was one thing that the Thornes was known for it was their secret - not - so - secret abilities with witchcraft. A trait passed for centuries through their women and to a lesser degree their male children (though its manifestation in them never amounted to anything beyond boosting natural talents; bastions charm and Kester's intuition.) For Amara, it was different, a deeper connection that stemmed from the life force of the very world itself. The ground beneath her feet a constant thrumming of energy that fueled her fires. She could sense the lay lines, had lived upon them in the Dark Woods for long enough to read them with precision. Her mother watched over her constantly, a shadowed presence that eventually turned her into an anxious wreck of a person.
She knew her duties, but as she aged so too did her will for freedom. Her abilities with the craft teasing her to rebel. She was fifteen the first and last time she willfully disobeyed her parents. Their punishment had been swift and enough that she never did it again. But she always envied the way her brothers so easily did their own thing. Could be their own people. Bastion had certain expectations but even the suggestion that he be forced to do something rolled off him without worry. She hated that they could do things that she could not. Hated that Kester could fight, that Bastion could flirt, that either of them could see beyond the Dark Woods whenever they so pleased. While she stayed locked in her spiraling tower.
Things were expected of her, she was to be the perfect young lady. A noblewoman of house Thorne, exhibiting all the traits of a desirable future wife. She would be expected to marry, to have babies, and to pass on the prestigious blood that ran in her veins. Not just anybody would do either. The Thornes were constantly gunning for the highest of noble, and no higher were there than the actual Princes themselves. When the invitation arrived Amara could see it for what it was, knew that she had a duty to do her best - though she also knew that whether she succeeded or not her family would do what they could to ensure they found a foothold into the crown.