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Cecilia Bren

Nymph, though not aware of it. Has a son, Peter. Owns the Brookvale Plant Nursery.

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a character in “Wishing Well”, originally authored by Turbocs, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Cecilia Bren

Age: 22

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Appearance:

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History:

The fairies, and fae in general, did not fare well after the disappearance of magic. Those who once could fly lost their wings. Many of the smaller varieties, pixies and such, died out - they were unable to adapt to their new lack of flight, and could not survive as earthbound beings, much like a bee that has lost its wings. Cecilia and her family are from the group most would call the Tree Nymphs. Their loss of magic caused them to lose their abilities to communicate with plants, control the growth of plants, and, most importantly, their ability to bond with a home tree. The effects of this separation of tree and nymph were both immediate and long lasting. One thing to understand about this bond is that the trees and nymphs were linked, they could sense each other, draw energy from each other, one's life was the others. Cut off from this bond, many of the nymphs died immediately. The few that survived were sickly, as were their descendants. Cecilia's ancestors were never able to evolve totally out of their dependence on this botanical bond, a predicament that has lead to the shortened lifespan of those that exist - including Cecilia's family.

Despite their once solitary nature, the nymphs have banded together to form the last surviving settlement of their kind. As their ancestral home of Europe lost much of its forests to harvesting and industrialization, they migrated over to the New World that is America. Unbeknownst to them, they have, purely by coincidence, ended practically on top of the well which holds the last source of magic. Over the centuries, as bloodlines became diluted with 'mortal' blood, the descendants of one of the last surviving groups of fae has forgotten their true heritage. Cecilia is no different.

Having lived in Brookvale all of her life, Cecilia is a well known face in the community. Both of her parents passed away right after she graduated high-school, they were 40, which was pretty long given that most of her family passed in their early thirties. Cecilia is the owner of a successful plant nursery in town, a fact probably due to the small blessing afforded by her heritage as a forest nymph. She is greatly in tune with nature, possessing the ability to pick up on general 'vibes' of plants, and possesses an extraordinarily green thumb. Cecilia has a young child, Peter, who is about two years old. She was married for a time, but her spouse was a victim of the same early deaths that seemed to run rampant in town. She aspires to making her nursery successful enough to expand, and knows nothing about magic.

Equipment:
She doesn't need anything, her talents are innate. However, like any modern lady, she keeps a thing of pepper spray and her phone, in her ever present purse.

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So begins...

Cecilia Bren's Story

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The Pulse of Magic would be felt by all related to magic.

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#, as written by merthur

A barely noticeable flick of her fingers and the top of the sugar packet ripped off. Except she wasn't even holding the little white square, it was floating lowly on the table, close enough that she could drop it if anyone came near enough to see and they wouldn't actually notice it had ever been floating. It may have been a bit more difficult to explain why her eyes were golden though, but no one had ever actually caught her before. She was careful, unlike the rest of her 'sisters' who had acted foolishly against darkness or humans, and gotten themselves killed. Or consumed, which was a terrifying concept to her. It wasn't like she was afraid of either things though, humans did not frighten her in the slightest, but she did not feel the need to act irrationally and get herself killed for really no reason at all.

Now a flick of her wrist, and the packet lifted and dumped it's contents into the mug of coffee in front of her. Some of the white crystals escaped over the rim and landed on the table instead, and she brushed them away before grabbing a few more packets and opening them up the old-fashioned way, adding those to the cup too before stirring the steaming liquid. There was a man and a boy in the corner of the restaurant, but it wasn't the man for once that she found interesting. The boy seemed to have some sort of aura around him, something she and other witches would be able to see- and anyone in tune with nature -, that she hadn't ever seen before. It intrigued her, and so she stayed in the cafe instead of taking her cup and leaving as per usual.

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#, as written by Turbocs
Earlier that day...
Cecilia stood in the nursery greenhouse, having just arrived for the day. The forecast showed that it was going to be sunny and warm, the perfect weather for the plants that stocked the nursery. In fact, Cecilia was surrounded by the content feeling that seemed to accompany healthy plants. Glancing down to the end of the aisle, the woman could see her son, Peter, playing happily. He was pushing himself around on his little scooter, smiling broadly. Turning back to her task of restocking the shelves, she gave a satisfied sigh. This day was looking out to be a very good day - the weather was good, Peter wasn't fussing, and she had already had a few customers straggling in despite the usually slow early hour.

Suddenly, a bolt of energy seemed to shoot through her. It felt like an electric shock, and she stiffened and fell towards the ground. As quickly as it started, the pain subsided. Sitting up, Cecilia looked around. People were looking towards her strangely, but that didn't concern her. Where as the rest of the people did not seem to have felt what she had, her son had fallen to the floor. Rushing over, she could see the same stiffness and pain that she had felt only seconds before.

Currently
One of the customers who had been in the store had been kind enough to drive them to the hospital. After the strange pain Cecilia and her son had felt, and the strange feeling that had lingered, there wasn't anything else to do but talk to the doctor. Strangely enough, the doctor had said there was nothing wrong with either of them. Cecilia drove down the street, pondering the strange events of the morning. She knew that something momentous had occurred but was not sure what.

Taking a deep breath, Cecilia made a decision. There was really only one way to put this out of her mind. She pulled into the nearby parking lot of the towns coffee shop. "Peter, how about you and mommy visit the nice coffee ladies and then go for a nice trip to the park." Peter, recognizing 'park' as one of his favorite places, gurgled happily. Getting out of the car and lifting her son onto her hip, Cecilia made her way into the shop.

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Astral looked at the man. "Astral. Astral Morningwood. And you would not believe me even if I told you..."

He looked over at the waitress as she gave some customers their steaks, as well as giving them some forks and knives. She immediately walked back into the back.

"You are a detective right? Well, I guess you might believe me now. Let me ask you something. The entire time you were here, did you hear anyone order a steak?"

The customers started to stand up, picking up their knives. As the partner came back, one of them stabbed him through the heart. All of their eyes were pure black, and they seemed focused on Astral and the detective. A shadowy figure appeared behind the counter.

"Hello Astral. It isn't nice to hide from me".

He vanished, and the waitress came out with a shotgun, raising it to fire at the detective.

(Well that escalated quickly. Writers block can do that to me).

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#, as written by Turbocs
Cecilia entered the diner just in time to get cut-off from any escape by the 'nice coffee lady' with a shotgun and her black-eyed henchmen. As the gun was raised, Cecilia instinctively ducked behind one of the hefty chairs in the diner, trying to create some kind of protection. The scene quickly went down hill. A man was stabbed in the chest, there was blood everywhere. A figure appeared, calling out to some strange young boy. A man, probably some kind of policeman, began firing off shots. And then the chair she had been sheltering behind flew off, as if drawn by some invisible string, to flatten the lady with a shotgun. Peter, upset by the noise, was crying. If she thought it would do any good, she would have been as well.

Looking frantically around for another barrier to hide behind, or escape avenue, Cecilia came up short. On her right was a woman who seemed to have barricaded herself in. In front of her, between the doors and escape, was a couple of the black-eyed men and the downed form of the shotgun-waitress. Despite the fact that she had just been nailed in the head with a solid block of chair, the waitress's arms seemed to be twitching, as if puppet strings were still being tugged. On her left was the man who seemed to have the only weapon on the civilian side as well as the strange child.

Quickly, Cecilia made her decision. Holding Peter tight to her, she dove to stand next to the detective and Astral. "Are you two okay? What are we supposed to do?" She asked, her voice surprisingly even despite her rising panic. In the crisis, she directed her queries towards the one who seemed to have the authority... or at least the firepower... which was the detective.

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All of a sudden, one of the possessed was on the floor with his arm cut. Astral was standing there, weilding a sword. To explain what just happened. Astral took out his wand, and in front of everyone magically turned it into a sword and unpossessed one of the ptraons. that patron was also unconscious though. They passed out when you saved them.

"I know how to handle my own" he pointed out, as another patron attacked him with a knife. He blocked it with his sword, and cut the man's hand, unpossessing him as he fell to the floor. "They only need to be wounded to be unpossessed!"

(Sorry, Writers Block, Field Trip, and two Essays)

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James De Santa


So James De Santa attempted so very hard to wrap his mind around the situation. So much effort and so much confusion had led him to a dead end in his mind. There was no real logic about these events. They defied what he believed to be real, and they almost literally shot every theory he could make about the scenario down within an instant. There was no way this was some joke. No, you can't fake a death that realistically without people who are there to witness it noticing. If his friend's neck wasn't really slit, then James wouldn't have tasted blood in his mouth from the spray, but cornstarch or something like that. The movies didn't really kill people, so the blood was never real. This blood was. Among his other theories was that he was dreaming - which still seemed like the most obvious conclusion - but he took cover rather hard and although it did not make him cry or wince, he still felt a pain on his back from basically slamming into the thing. He wasn't dreaming either.

But then... what was going on? A chair flew across the room and hit the shotgun-toting woman in the face, presumably knocking her unconscious. After that, people started grouping up around him. That was rather odd. Well, I guess it's good they don't think I'm the one at fault here. He thought, knowing that people can easily get confused in tense situations like this. One even asked him something.

"Are you two okay? What are we supposed to do?" came her query.

He peeked over his cover before then replying to her in a hurried voice, not bothering to answer the first question at this point. "If I knew how to throw chairs like that, I'd suggest that but... " his voice trailed off for but a moment. "I'm not sure. I have no clue what's going on. I'd rather not kill someone...." he went to look away to see if he could think of something, but then Astrid began moving on his own. He pulled a wand from his butt out of nowhere and made it a sword, magically. It was... unreal. But he continued.

He knocked one of the men unconscious, and then another who had attacked him saying something along the lines of hurting them will subdue them. Not one to argue about their weakness with a boy who had magically summoned a sword and/or ancient hidden samurai ninja skills, James quickly popped up. "I have no fucking clue what is going on, but whatever! I'm done with this!" he exclaimed as he took two shots at the first possessed person he saw towards their legs. One shot missed by an inch, but the other nailed him straight in the middle of the leg. It was possible he just crippled this man, but in contrast to blowing his brains out, James thought it to be a decent compromise. "Really... would rather know what all this shit is when we're done!" he said as he then turned on the offensive with a means of non-lethally taking these people out.