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Marcella

The Red Witch of Possibilities

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RedRaine

Description

Name: Marcella, The Red Witch of Possibilities
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Age: 1001
Appearance:
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Attributes: (15 Traits)
Melee Attack - 1/10
Melee Attack Speed - 10/10
Ranged Attack - 1/10
Ranged Attack Speed - 10/10
Defense - 1/10
Stamina - 10/10
Agility - 10/10
Reflexes - 10/10
Armor - 10/10
Items - 10/10
Abilities - 10/10
Magic Attack - 10/10
Magic Defense - 10/10
Magic Potency - 10/10
Luck - 10/10

Overall - 123/150

Note: The root meaning of "Marcella" is "Dedication to Mars."

Personality

Marcella, as a Witch, is by nature fickle and whimsical; she is subject to make decisions without a single thought of the consequences, only to change it in an instant for no reason whatsoever. She rewards those that respect her and punishes those that scorn and condemn her. Marcella is also playfully sadistic; she will help one for no reason, only to reveal consequences later on. Quite often she'll do things that will purposely place others in less than favorable conditions; her favorite pastime is watching others suffer and flail helplessly in situations she had sown for them.

Amongst this all however, Marcella has become disinterested with the world and therefore does not go out of her way to do anything that would trouble her. She takes strong interest in those that interest her and, once in her claws, The Red Witch will stop at nothing to drain them of all the enjoyment they can grant her.

She also enjoys tea and napping.

Equipment

Traits:

The Witch's Blessing
- The Witch's Blessing is an aura of magic granted to anyone with the magical capability to become a Witch. This aura grants numerous capabilities such as eternal youth and the ability to die and return to life whenever they want. This also allows the Witch to cast magic that does not relate with their title.


Armor:

The Red Witch's Dress
- The Red Witch's Dress cannot be pierced, cut, torn, dirtied or damaged in any way possible. The Dress is also able to sense whomever opposes her with the intent on an enemy. The dress can and will instantly ignite the target in a pillar of crimson unquenchable flames. These flames can be controlled; if The Red Witch wishes, the person could be kept alive, burning forever.


Items:

The Red Witch's Cross
- A large 2m length red and black cross that is roughly the size of an average human person. It hovers around her telekineticly.

The Red Witch's Watch
- A small silver pocket watch attached with a long silver chain. Inside the numbers, as well as the clock hands, are completely red.


Magic:

The Gift of Magic
- Any number of magics available to a Witch that has nothing to do with their title. This ranges from simple creation of a table to the ability to transform objects into others. Anything more complicated is dependant on the Witch's namesake magic.

The Magic of Possibilities
- The Magic of Possibilities of The Red Witch allows her to manipulate, exploit and harness the possibilities of anything within her reach.

History

Marcella has been alive for 1001 years. Or at least how much she remembers; Marcella has been alive for many many years and only uses 1001 as a convenient number to hold onto. Not much is remembered of her past before her time as a Witch but Marcella doubts it was important.

She lives in a small house lost in 'The Cold Plains' of Terra. The everlasting blizzard surrounding her home has a magic hex that redirects anyone back the way they came from unless they either follow a very specific path or praise her name on high till she hears their cries. Some are never heard.

So begins...

Marcella's Story

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Marcella felt it; someone was attempting to pass her barrier. A smile etched itself on the witch's face as she rose from the long sofa she had draped herself on. She was wearing a simplistic red night gown that covered even her feet in length. Marcella had been reading a book she had read a thousand times over but still found hearty interest in.

The witch rose from her seat and slowly made her way out of the parlor as she snapped her fingers. In an instant the red night gown fluttered and twisted and shifted as many layers seemed to erupt from it. As this was happening her hair, which she had left straight, began to wave and rise as it seemed to be fastening itself in a high ponytail. When she arrived at the door to her home The Red Witch was clad in a red dress that seemed to have been made by the finest designer the world had to offer, long red boots that reached her knees on what was once bare clad feet and red stockings that disappeared underneath the hem of her dress.

Opening the door she found the white canvas of her world as it always had been, blank and devoid of life. Except for one thing: the man dotted in the center of her vision.

She laughed. "So a human has passed through my barrier?" Marcella continued to laugh, her strange unearthly cackle resounding through the empty world around her. "So be it. Come in." She stated simple as she walked through her door and back into her home.

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Marcella continued to walk through the rather spacious home, leading both herself and the guest into a room that could only be described as the inside of an outdoor gazebo. The room was white and circular in shape with a small table for two in the center of it. There were various tables and decoractions about the room and had a very simple feel to it. What was the most surprising however was that a large portion of the wall instead had a massive window and even more surprising was that beyond the window seemed to be a large garden with a large assortment of flowers bathing underneath the golden sunlight emanating from the blue sky.

"I have been called many things in my time: The Red Witch, The Witch of Possibilities, The Grand Witch Marcella." She said as she traced her fingers over the table, the seat behind her moving itself out and nestling underneath her for her comfort. "So long as you do not forget whom you are talking to you may call me however you like."

With a small dismissive wave into the air a full tea set, containing tea cups and snacks, apparated onto the table. "Have some." Marcella said simply as she took a cup and sipped from it.

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Marcella responding by placing her cup upon her saucer as she took in his words. A laughed escaped her lips soon after. "Kyahahaha!" She cackled. "If I wanted to I would take every human and trap them here as I roamed free upon their earth." She sneered, a malicious, ugly smile adorning her lips. "The only ones who come in are those pitiful enough to call for my graces in endless snow or those like you that actively search for me.

"I find the fool to be anyone willing to grasp at the devil its blessings." The Red Witch smiled as she sipped her cup, staring pointedly towards the male. "Don't you?"

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"Hmph." Marcella expelled a breath of air as she huffed. "Truly only a fool wouldn't fear the devil. It is within your kind to fear when death holds you at a breath's distance. To not have preservation of life..." She smirked. "I can understand why you are able to come home here.

"For the reason however I will have to ask." She said, propping her head upon a raised hand as she leaned against the arm of her chair.

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A small frown etched its way onto Marcella's face. "Power." As she did a long red pipe appeared in her other hand. Bringing it to her lips she inhaled its contents, only to blow out a soft red smoke above her. "It is always power with you humans."

She hummed slightly as the smoke began to shift and shape itself in the air. "Power to create love." She said as the smoke shaped itself into a hearty. "Power to change your destiny." A clock. "Power to kill another." A man with what seemed to be a blade rend through them.

"I've always pitied a pathetic race that only seeks the power to change the powerless fate bestowed upon them." Marcella looked towards the man in front of her. "There isn't enough power in the world to sate man's lusts for it."

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Marcella smirked. "No need to explain yourself human. Those were but musings on your kind." In an instance the smoke from her pipe began to expand and envelope the room in its splendor.

When all was clear again Marcella was standing in what one could assume be her library as the walls were lined entirely with bookshelves holding millions of books that seemed to stretch onward and upward until for infinity, no roof in sight as one's vision would skew to only see books and books forever.

"This is my study." She said as the Witch took a seat upon her more comfortable arm chairs. "Now before we continue.. Do you understand what it means to make a deal with me?"

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Her pipe, ever present, was taken again to her lips. As she exhaled as stated her words in a calm and concise matter. "I am The Witch of Possibilities." Marcella sighed happily. "I live in a world where fate, love and regrets take physical form and can be touched upon as so.

"I will grant you the power to kill a God. But when I come to collect I will take all your possibilities. With interest." She said as she tilted her head up, looking at the man along the ridge of her nose. "Simple, ne?"

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A soft, strangely uncharacteristic smile blessed itself upon her lips. The kindness that emanated from it would grotesquely portray her words. "Every possibility that you could have held. Love that could have been made. Happiness that could have been had. Tears that would have been shed for you.

"Upon killing your target you will die." She said, the smile not leaving her lips. "And the longer you take, the greater the interest. Those that were close to you shall lose their futures. Businesses they own will fail and wombs that could have been fertilized shall be left barren."

The kind smile twisted into a manic grin and The Grand Witch Marcella cackled wildly. "Kyahahaha! Is your goal worth their futures!? Kyahahaha!"

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When the laughter had eventually died down the witch was left with a smirk on her face. "So be it." she huffed as she raised her hand up into the sky. Perhaps it was a book from the shelves in reach, perhaps it was a book miles into the sky, but a book had apparated into her hand. Holding it out in front of her the book opened and the pages began to turn and turn. As it did so she began to speak.

"For everything you desire, you have to pay an equal price in return. You cannot give more, no receive more." She said calmly. "Even if I were not to name a price the world will always find balance. Believe me when I say I would not be granting this to you if you did not have the possibilities to pay for it."

When the book finally finished turning pages a small red cross appeared above it and with the softest thud, pierced right into the page. The words then flew up from it and slowly began to form and shape together in a ball.

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Marcella yawned as she laid upon her furniture: a long couch of red velvet draped with silks and laces of varying shades of red and gold. She was currently dressed in an immodest night gown and only covered by the silks as a form of makeshift blanket. The woman, whom looked no more than one in her early twenties, was holding a single bound book with the simple title of 'Valentine Taikuus', a recent addition to her library of stories.

A clock ticked on by as she continued to read slowly from the book, as if she were perusing each and every detail it granted her. Reading it too quickly would only hasten her completion of it and only sooner leave her with nothing else to do but waste away her eternal life.

It was during one of the more climactic scenes of his story when a slight boy, perhaps no older than 15, dressed in formal attire entered her lounge.

"Lady Marcella, a guest is calling for you." He said clearly, the boy's head bowed as one arm pressed against his torso.

"Oh? A guest?" A faint smile adorned the red haired woman's face as her eyes twinkled with interest. "It has been quite some time since guest hadn't so rudely invaded my space.." As she rose to her feet, a red silk from the couch wrapped around her legs, forming a boot as her touched upon the ground. As she made her way through her home said silks continued to condense and form around her body until it once again resembled the long, almost regal, gown she was accustomed to.

"Clear the storm and meet him at the entrance. Have him meet me in the parlor." She announced quickly.

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At the second knock the door was pulled open and there, yet again, was a boy dressed in the formal attire one would associate with a butler: dress pants, white shirt and gloves, a black tuxedo vest and a long black coat. The only thing that did not match his stereotypical form was a silver circlet adorned with many red gems wrapped around the band of his forehead.

With a slight nod, the boy moved out of the way for the guest, bowing as he flourished his right arm towards the inside of the home.

"Welcome traveller. Lady Marcella awaits for you in the parlour at the end of the hall. If you shall allow it I will lead you there."

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As the man entered the house, the servant went around behind him and shut the door. As he did so a very large and heavy sound rang out as the locks were set into place. Moving in front of the man, the servant then began to lead him deep into the home.

Despite the perceived size of the house however, the hallways seemed to be near endless as the pair continued to walk. Many windows and side doors lined their path, but each door seemed to be locked and each window only showed the white canvas of the outside.

When they finally stopped, the servant opened the door and stood off to the side, bowing as if indicating he was not to follow him.

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On the opposite side of the table Marcella sat gracefully upon it, one leg cross upon over the other as she leaned upon her hand, propped up on an arm of the pristine white chair. In her other hand she held a long scarlet red pipe that trailed wisps of smoke through the air it passed.

"Rise, child of man." Marcella spoke slowly as she watched the man kneel before her. "I have no room for another servant. Take your seat from across and tell me why you have come.

"But first, your wet form only stains my home." With a wave of her right hand, she flung the ashes of her pipe towards him. The ashes quickly replicated in number until nearly blanketed his body in their burning embers. Almost quickly as their flames touched him, they dissipated just as rapidly until they eventually all disappeared without a trace as if they hadn't existed just moments ago.

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Placing her pipe onto a small ashtray, she gently tapped it to clear it of the remaining ashes. Grasping a teacup in her hand, Marcella took a slight sip and watched him with steady, if almost bored, eyes.

"Many have come to me asking for wishes, favors and manipulations of happenstance and fate." She said quietly as she placed her cup back onto its plate. "Tell me your name and story child of man. Speak of why you need my services and why you are deserving of them."

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As Marcella listened to Memphis' story her eyes began to twinkle a sparkle of interest. An angel, or at least a former one, was currently in her midst's. She had contracted many a demon and human in her day and had even made acquaintance with many members of the Court of Heaven but never had she dealt with an actual angel. Tilting her head back she allowed herself to immerse within the memories of her days escaping the Heresy Inquisitors.
With a sigh Marcella returned her attentions to the, now, man sitting across from her.

"A former Angel?" She questioned, her head tilted down as her bangs skewered her eyes from vision.

"An Angel. A follower of the Lord has come to seek contract with a Witch? An artist of the dark magicks they were sworn to deny?" A soft laugh choked its way from her throat. Slowly, but surely, the laugh began to escalate, her cackles growing more shrill, mocking and manic than the last. Despite the lack of walls, her voice seemed to echo and reverberate throughout the entire room as if only her voice existed in this odd universe.

Eventually her wild laughs died out and the composed, almost regal expression appeared on her features. "You have made this quite interesting child of man, nay, herald of Heaven. Come. Let us retire to my study."

As soon as she said this, the parlour's walls began to melt and drip out of existence as a pitch black darkness began to encroach throughout the room. Without warning, it swallowed the two whole.

Almost instantly, the two returned to existence in an odd room. Once again, there were no walls. Instead there were shelves of books in every direction piled as high as far as the eye could see; perhaps even further so. The room seemed circular in shape and held no known exit. Here, Marcella was again draped upon a velvet couch near the center of the room.

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A bemused smile graced Marcella's face as she draped herself over her long couch as she swirled her right arm lazily in the air. A long red pipe materialized into existence within it as she continued to swirl her arm, reddish smoke now trailing from her pipe.

"The Red Witch Marcella, the Witch of Possibilities and the Witch of Happenstance; I have been known as many things. " She said as books began to remove and reinsert themselves into their shelves. "I have granted powers to those deserving and not. Kingdoms and risen and fallen to those affected with my favor. If you ask of difficulty, your quest is but naught a breath away.

"But still. You have failed to answer me." She eyed the man with dead, scarlet dyed iris'. "Herald of Heaven or Child of Man. Why do you deserve this blessing?

"But... I am quite entertained that a guard of Heaven should come to my doorsteps. I would grant your request."

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"The pursuit of happiness?" Marcella queried as a small smile graced her expression. Her arm continued to swirl and books continued to rattle upon the shelves even during this apparent moment of calm. In short time she eventually stopped as she brought the hand that held her pipe to her mouth. Taking a long drag, the red clad Witch breathed out a bright white puff of smoke.

"Wealth." She spoke softly and slowly as the smoke configured into the shape of a coin. "Power." The shape now turning into a gun, before slowly turning into a heart. "And love."

"Much too often are these the reasons those whom seek my power come to my door." As she continued a small white book with red lettering slowly floated down in the wide space before Marcella and Memphis. "You come seeking happiness, but even you must know that a deal with magic is never as so." Shaking her head the book opened downward and a long stream of ash poured out from it into the ground between them.

"These are the ashes of a phoenix that lacked a soul to be reborn. Give it upon the purest life to return to the mortal realm."

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Marcella eyed the man from across the study. The slightest of twitches on his expression told the young witch that whatever she was doing, it was getting in his skin. For the slightest of moments a disgusting, mocking sneer graced her face before disappearing behind the calm mask she held just before.

"A city cannot be built in a day. A kingdom cannot be built in a week." She paused. "But a universe only needs two to create. If you cannot see the answer, you lack the love to create your miracle."

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Do you wish for a hint?" The Red Witch asked as she abandoned the weight resting on her arm as so she may lie on her back. The almost regal and imposing form she held now no differed from a lazy cat or child stretching upon a couch. To add insult of her lack of flippant demeanor, Marcella yawned.

"Love cannot build a universe. But two can build a universe with love. If you wish for your Gabrielle, you may see her now but only if you have the love to see her. Without love, it cannot be seen." Her smoke slowly began to change into the form of a brilliant bird soaring throughout her study.

"The phoenix truly is a majestic bird; known for many things just other than its beauty however. It can create fire. They rise from the ashes in which they are slain. And their tears even have the healing properties that may even mend the most torn of hearts."

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A light laugh, that one would almost -just almost- call a giggle, escaped from Marcella's throat. "Do not worry Fallen One. You need not misplace the ashes." The witch slowly rose to sit upright on her seat, crossing one leg over the other. "What is a human but a body to contain one's being? Where one is born does not matter as so long as they are born with a soul and a body to accompany it."
"I have granted you upon a body in which to bring her forth. But it lacks a soul." Her eyes suddenly glazed over as she stared at him, her gaze steady and serious. "You are to grant her that. From the Ocean of Oblivion we will gather the pieces of her scattered form."
"If you lack the love, she will not be seen. Know this Fallen One. You will not be granted another chance."