Description
Rowen is a sunken, dark shadow of a woman, with a solemn craziness about her. Her entire appearance, from attire to actual physical features, are shaded and almost hollow, a kind of sharp, carved clarity, especially such in her wild, almost fog-like wisps of hair. Her stance and posture are often a slacked formality, casual but alert, and adds an odd, twisted air of sophistication about her, totaled with her usual primed clothing(however silly it gets). With such things as feathers and blossoms and ribbons and lace madly done about her, she resembles some form of a lady's fineness flipped upside down. Crazy looks, gleaming, black eyes, wicked outfits? That's Rowen, alright.
Hair: Dark, earth-toned, often brightened to a muddy brown in bright lighting, near black in darker settings. Curled and frizzy half the time, a mess of hair that falls like licks of lightning, hardly tamed and held back often with ribbon or pins.
Facial Hair:
Eyes: So dark her pupils are hard to notice; the color does not grow more visible in direct light, yet retains that near-black color constantly.
Build: Decently muscled, although a bit thin and wispy.
Skin Tone: A soft cream; although she does spend much time in the sun, her skin keeps immune to the sun due to particular concoctions she uses to block sun rays.
Height: An average size of 5'6".
Weight: 129 lbs
Voice: A low alto sound; it has a gruff, notable northern European accent to it that cannot be exactly placed to a certain region.
Handed: Left.
Body Markings: None.
Scar Tissue: A few scars leave criss-crosses on her hands and arms and legs from experimental potions, yet are so thin and white that they are hardly noticeable; she has notable ones on her lower right hip from a close-range battle that almost took her life, and a burn scar on the back of neck from another brew creation failure.
Unique Body Features: There's a little dot of a birthmark on her inner ring finger. Curse of the family bares its mark on all women's finger of the heart to take all lovers from them.
Name
Rowen "Just Rowen."
Nickname
Rowen the Wicked, The Wicked Witch, Lady of Illusions, The Woods Witch.
Title
One of the Elite.
Race
Human
Visual Age
Late twenties to mid-thirties.
Factual Age
37
Gender
Female
Sexual Orientation
She is a bit of a flirtatious woman, seen doing such with any sex, so this is thought to be unknown; in wartime, she still manages to mess around with any who'll have her.
Quirks
- Rowen has a pet-peeve of pronunciations; on the few occasions she hears Sven speak, he absolutely slays her, yet often holds her tongue about it, seen with a tight grimace and an arched, aggravated eyebrow. Not to say that she dislikes him. No, no, not at all. Just hearing him speak is like having to walk about to wake up your foot; that tingly, slightly painful feeling.
- She's a bit of an alcoholic ( I'm debating this one ;; ). She isn't that heavy of a drinker, but she has been caught laying face down in animal troughs enough times to be suspected.
- There's a ring, a silver little ring, that she will always have with her. She's very quiet on the detail.
- She curses a lot when she's angry or upset.
Moral Alignment
Let's say Merciful or Chaotic Good; she's a bit erratic and majorly unwilling to be pushed down by "authorities", so it seems is best fitting.
Virtue/Creed
Motivation
She wants to end the queen's tyranny, once and for all, to move the world as a whole into a more tranquil time, a break-through to the future.
Fears
Goal
Likes
- Tea: Yes, indeed, Hatter's ways have influenced a bit. Hot tea is a delicacy. Don't agree? Perhaps your crotch will like it better.
- Sweets: Sometimes Rowen wonders that if everyone in the world had a nice little cake, everyone would be happy.
- Woods/Forests: It was where she was raised, where she spent her time as a child. If her mind is ever cluttered, a walk in the woods will often help her sort things out.
Dislikes
Strengths
Weaknesses
She periodically can be seen with a hat or head-scarf on, mainly in colder weather or to tame her wild hair. She does have a helmet of black metal in her possession, yet does not wear it often. In extreme cases does she consider it.
Neck
Necklaces, particularly enchanted pendents or protection charms, are a constant accessory. No sort of armor or protection besides a scarf is worn.
Chest
She doesn't often wear any kind of armor or protection over her chest; only during serious battles would she consider wearing such.
Back
She does wear capes from time to time, mostly in chilling conditions. In the coldest, thick furs, the lightest, thin materials.
Arm/Shoulder
Not much; again, only in extreme does she wear armor.
Right Hand
Countless rings and gloves occasionally.
Left Hand
Silver ring, other strange rings, and gloves.
Right Accessory
Bracelets.
Left Accessory
Same.
Waist
A few scarfs every now and then, belts, occasionally ribbons.
Legs
Stockings and socks mainly to protect from the wind or cold.
Feet
Shoes when needed, thick, leather ones in battles. Casually, she'll go barefoot.
Rating System
[Perfect] - [Excellent] - [Good] - [Above Average] - [Average] - [Below Average] - [Poor] - [Very Poor]
Hand-to-Hand Combat: [Average] - Like most bad-ass woman of history, Rowen is kind of like the Nancy Hart of this time. She's pretty able when it comes to a fist fight, those "decent muscles" capable of packing an effective punch, and, with those boots she wears from time to time, her kicks could probably rupture a spleen. However, Rowen isn't some Chuck Norris. She's got a limit. If her opponent is bigger than her then that means we've got some magic we need to be using, or if they're obviously more able than her. Appropriately, she is able to take down some her size and downward. She is, clearly, average in this area.
Melee Combat: [Average] - This is probably her most recent, besides mounted combat, skill learned, only receiving both her weapons within the last decade. She is pretty capable with the staff, able to stun people with it at most if it was needed, and clearly can use her dagger well enough(stabbing someone isn't that hard), but she still hasn't mastered being able to throw it at anything and it stay in place.
Armed Combat: [Below Average] - Aside from the fact that if the sword is longer or heavier than her arm, it'll obviously be awkward in her grasp and difficult to wield, she cannot function well in armor, and, along with its bulk weighing down on her, she believes she is allergic to most armor.
Magic Combat: [Totally Perf] - Her most honed, practiced ability, her pride and joy, she is a very skilled witch that wields her magic lethally.
Mounted Combat: [Very Poor] - "Oh, God. You're going to put me on that animal?"
Racial Abilities
Natural Talent
She has a good hand at making food out of anything, and has a knack of whittling.
Spells/Powers- Inoculation: She, too, has the skill to inject bits of magic into certain objects, but has a better understanding to what results from doing so and can cover a wider range of space with the inoculation. Her common offense the Wicked Witch has managed to do with this spell is create torture devices from common objects. Mainly this consists of her causing spikes, blades, etc to appear inside of places such as enclosed, tight areas, ropes or chains snapping from the object injected, or shooting piercing objects like bullets.
- Illusions: Rowen's mastery over Illusion is a feat seen few times in the history of the world. She can create mirages so real, images so vivid and clear, it's as if they are truly in existence. From changing the color of one's pinky finger to an entire castle materializing from thin air, Rowen is able to do it all and in between. Her spell can be broken in a few instances, however. If in the midst of casting the illusion, say she was attacked or tackled or something. This would cause the spell at whatever point it was before assaulted to seemingly melt into whatever it was before. Rowen also has the ability to remove the spell herself with a mere wave of her hand. The Candied Witch also taught her that the illusions could eventually be made permanent if it was repeatedly cast after a long period of time, but Rowen has never witnessed this before.
- Conversion: This is a power Rowen has a decent to above average handle on, ranging from a small to a fair amount above medium scale. Since it requires little energy on her part, she uses it a good amount of time. She can change things from as small as the gem on a ring to a table into a cart. She cannot convert things that are not living into living creatures, but can turn living things into inanimate objects. She has also discovered she change the color, shape, or state of any object, no matter the size.
Memorabilia
A silver band with her name engraved on the inside in tiny, swirled script. If you ask about it, she will dismiss it as nothing special.
Accessories
She wears jewelry often, mostly with the will for protection or other magical properties. Her favorites are moon gem earrings with the purpose of eternal life, bracelets of blood stone( a dark red with black, cracked design ) for victory, multiple pendents for safety, beauty, memory, intelligence, and a nose piercing of rose gem for magic enhancement.
Weapon
Weapon Name: "Name? Why, that's just silly."
Weapon Type: Staff
Material: Black Wood
Ammo: N/A
Length: 4 feet
Weight: Less than 2 lbs
Weapon Description/Info:
A curled knob at the top with swirling symbols going down it, engraved with white paint to make them noticeable, the staff does not hold any magical properties. She wields it well enough for combat, although no where close to mastering it.
Weapon Name: "Do other people really name theirs?"
Weapon Type: Dagger
Material: Silver
Ammo: N/A
Length: 4 inches
Weight: Less than 5 lbs
Weapon Description/Info:
Hilt of black with a jewel of dark violet in the center of the cross-guard before the blade starts used for swiftness, the blade also does not have contain magic.
Faction
Apart of the Elite/Rebel.
Marital Status
Widowed; she's very touchy on the subject. She likes to say that, "The past is the past, and the future is waiting."
Relatives
It's safe to assume she has a mother and father somewhere, but she does not concern herself over them. She has a few siblings, more than she probably realizes, and cares for close to none of them. Only notable is Floressa The Good; she absolutely despises her sister, as she is a low, queen-supporting fool.
Origin
Born in the southern area of Divore, her earliest memories recall a small, prim house on a stone street.
Social Rank
This depends on who you are asking. To those of the "upper" society, queen-supporters, etc, she is, from one quote, a "-whorish, filthy bitch-" who can "-burn in hell-" and suffer further curses and horrible fates. In the rebels eyes, she is a grand woman whose magic prowess is phenomenal and is valuable to their cause.
Occupation
Rebel/Elite
Bio/History
Childhood
Rowen was born on a windy Autumn day in the Kingdom of Divore to two parents she doesn't give a flying fuck about now. She lived in a nice home in a nice town and lived an okay life with her parents and many siblings. She was loved by both parents, but they did not often show it, as they had so many children they honestly didn't know what to do. The most attention Rowen ever received was when she was a baby to a young toddler; once she hit 5, she was paid less and less attention until she only occasionally got a little smile and pat on the back to run along and play. For a few years after this Rowen merely wandered the border of Divore where the forest started, playing make believe by herself. At 8, a new child joined her little adventures. Her famously known sister, Floressa, and she would stay out until the sun dropped playing fairies and kidnappers and queens of rivaling nations and all that funny, kiddie stuff. They always managed to argue, and Rowen reminded her little sister one day that she was boss by leaving a long, ugly scar on her arm. Oh, Rowen. Her parents were infuriated, and this was the kindling to the fire.
Breaking the Illusion
As Rowen started to grow into that hormonally-raging pre-teen, she was getting into more trouble and more shinanigins. She had lost Floressa to clothes and dolls and dress-up, and this loneliness, coupled with her parents now constantly absorbed in the 2 infants they had, drove her one day to leave Divore forever. When she went out to play in the woods that rested on Divore's border, with a bag of cheese and two mix-matching socks, she simply did not return that evening like was custom for supper. She did wonder if her family missed her, but hatefully covered it with the fact that they hated her and were probably eating cake to celebrate. So into the woods Rowen went, eating cheese along the way and playing sock-puppets with the socks whenever she got bored or frightened.
It was probably a day and a half later when the young girl saw a bright bunch of colors in the distance through all the dark trees. She began to run towards this inviting sight until, stopping at the treeline that began the clearing to the house, she smelled something.. kinda funny. She had smelt it before, but where had she? Oh! The slaughterhouse in town, where they made the roasts and chickens she enjoyed so much at dinnertime. She soon went up to the door to knock, hoping for chicken to eat, since she was now all out of cheese. Rowen waited and waited, then turned to leave when she suddenly felt two long, thick arms crush around her and pulled her inside. As she was yanked inwards, the bright, colorful house seemed to vanish like a hand ran through smoke, turning the black and ugly color of smoke. The last thing she saw before the door was slammed was a giant blade stuck into the hard mud with-
All the breath was knocked out of her as she was thrown to the floor, her thin arms trying to break her fall but failing. The inside was just as forbidding and gray, except now she had good reason to fear. She had only once been inside the slaughterhouse as a child, when she was a little toddler with her father, and had a glimpse through the curtain at the backroom where they butchered the meat. That brief image now returned at full lasting blast as her black eyes grew. Naked creatures hung upside down on huge hooks that dangled in a collective group in the farthest corner of the room, bones stacked up neatly as if trash to be taken out, some remains piled together as if sorted for later. And blood. Blood seemed to be everywhere, stains fresh and old, black and bright red.
Suddenly, her hair was yanked as the Witch pulled her to her feet. She looked Rowen over, prodded at her slim, bony arms, turned her head this way and that, then released her. "Sit." The witch directed Rowen to an old, wobbly chair at an old, wobbly table. She did as told. "Do you know who I am?" The Witch asked her. Rowen replied she didn't, no. Witch nodded and mused, then asked if Rowen knew where she was, and the girl said no. Witch asked what Rowen was doing all the way out here in the woods alone, she was alone, wasn't she? Rowen said yes. "I ran away from home." Witch nodded. "Ya see, I ran away because my parents have so many babies they don't know what to do with them and I'm always in the way." Her parents didn't love her, she explained. They didn't want her anymore, since she was an older kid, they just wanted soft, squishy babies. The witch replied she, too, wanted soft, squishy babies and cackled. She didn't like babies, said Rowen. They only got in her way. She hated her family, hated everyone, said she, she wished she could kill all the babies and then, only then, her parents would wrap their arms around her again and read her stories and kiss her forehead like they did for the babies. The witch laughed, but fell into an amused silence after Rowen started to cry, trying to press her hiccups back in with the heels of her hands. The Witch silenced her by coming up to her and wrapping a heavy arm around her narrow shoulders. "Tell you what," the witch said with that wicked, hideous grin, "I won't eat you child, since you're nothing but skin and bone. Not worth the effort." Rowen gasped but the Witch continued. "How about you stay with me for a while? I can show you so many interesting things." Rowen agreed she would like that very much.
For the next decade, she grew up under the care of the Cannibal Witch, being taught in depth how to cast illusions. From spells on iron pots to make them look copper, to creating entire illusions over nothing at all, almost like a mirage, it was clear to the Witch that Rowen had a good hand at this magic and was close to mastering it. The two also had it easy with their meal choices, able to lure travelers and animals in by enticing their senses. A kind of stern mother and daughter bond had formed between them, Rowen quite obedient, honestly never having reason to go against the Witch. Life from her adolescence to early adulthood was smooth sailing. The only want of rebellion came from not being able to enter the Witch's room; the two had separate rooms, Rowen's being once completely bare with no clear purpose, but she was never permitted into the Witch's quarters. She often wondered what secrets Witch had in there, but knew better than to meddle, best not to suffer the crazed hag's wrath. Rowen, along with the Witch's powers of Illusion, picked up many traits from her, from her smooth-talking, erratic speech, crazy habits, little ticks, and the like, along with a form of the Witch's twitching gait she adapted as her own, a cross of grace with a slight flinch. Their simple, carnivorous life in the woods was perhaps all Rowen could ever ask for.
What Cracked the Mirror
Love at first sight. Was it truly crazy? Another man, another meal. They could hear him trudging through the woods, obviously injured, swearing in a hot, terrified breath, fearful of death that was hovering just above his shoulder. Rowen stood in the threshold, awaiting him to appear from the trees, a small cleaver in the yard, her stomach beginning to rumble at the sudden scent of heavy blood. She took up also, however milder, the Witch's excitement and pleasure in feeling and seeing the terror and weakness in other living creatures, and his obvious feeble voice was sending chills along her spin, along with rolls of hunger. [ I isn't done yet. ;; ]