Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Dec 28, 2021 10:51:00 GMT -5
"Excellent resolve, I can respect it." Bella replied. While the details of the story were vague, she understood the gist of what the winged woman had to say. She had clearly been placed in a position of prominence and then had a fall from grace. She must have been unfamiliar with the toils of the underdog till then. the Kettle whistled obnoxiously, the witch moved to get it to stop before Answering the question Khepri now posed.
She brought in the piping hot kettle, and pour the hot tea into both cups. One of the cups of dandelion tea was handed over to her guest while she took a cup of her own.
"I remember having a shop. I brewed and took on task that made most men shrivel and cower. My name was renowned throughout the land; The Poison Witch, she who does the devil's work." She gestured as if she could still picture her name inscribed on signs and walls, something that pulled at the corner of her lips into almost a smile. Her hand dropped into her lap. "Devil's work... They asked of me ever more wretched tasks, and they believed their souls absolved? If they ever courted trouble, it was always of their own making by cursing each other to their graves. This business though, I cultivated it with nothing to my name, as my mother also so kindly stripped all I had. I didn't care to keep any of it regardless. I was going to survive by my own merit."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Dec 31, 2021 17:43:53 GMT -5
To back the duralam's pride so readily was a dangerous choice, though Khepri didn't take it with full confidence. She hid some of her smugness behind her fingers, which she had pressed against her lips. Even so, the woman did not interrupt the witch until she was finished. This was a lot to take in, though it wasn't so different from her own story.
"Who knew that would be something we had in common," joked the duralam. "Wretched mothers. They do like to meddle where they should leave well enough alone." No to mention Devil's work and terrible men. "We led the same life. That, I can also respect. Did you never find a man that was less than terrible?"
She knew one, though he was a fool. A good man with no brains between his ears.
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Dec 31, 2021 18:17:07 GMT -5
Bella was about to take a sip of the piping hot tea but visibly paused as Khepri asked a question that smarted more than she was used to. She lowered her cup of tea back down and frowned. Her eyebrow furrowed, not in sorrow but in frustration. "I was... about to get married to someone. I tried holding onto his hand when the flood came." She spoke a bit more simply, having far less to say about the matter. There was a long pause as she let the answer linger in the air. She didn't show any tears, just awkward silence. In this silence she managed to take that sip from her tea.
"He is one of the memories I've lost. I am not yet sure if this is a curse or a mercy."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 2, 2022 15:38:44 GMT -5
Khepri hadn't faced Bella directly until that tense silence filled the air. As soon as it struck, the duralam's eyes shot straight to the witch's face, studying her intensely, watching even as she took a sip of tea. She mirrored her and drank, lids eclipsing her daylight stare. When Bella finished, Khapri's eyes dropped to her tea.
"Perhaps both," said Khepri at last, her words quieter. Before continuing, she cleared her throat. "Well, if I come across an equally distraught groom I'll be sure to send him in this direction. I'll do my best not to charm him with my incredible wiles." She gave a lopsided grin and rose her tea to that, proclaiming it a joke, an attempt to lighten the mood. "Will you do the same now, as you have been? With your 'Devil's work' and all."
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Jan 5, 2022 14:14:07 GMT -5
Bella huffed, the ghost of a smile passed over her lips as she shook her head. Whether in amusement or incredulity at the audacity was unclear. Considering she'd had no problems being blunt up to this point, certainly if offense was taken it was have been made far more than clear. She gripped her cup tighter and allowed the stinging pain of the hot liquid keep her wits about her.
Pain harms, but it can also wake you up.
As the conversation steered away towards her future plans, her grip loosened slightly, but remained firm. "So long as there are two souls still alive, I will always find work. My devil's work has carried me well and carried me this far." She eyed the chest that she floated in on. "Both literally and figuratively. I see no reason to change now. It's about supply and demand after all. It needs only be worth my while."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Jan 7, 2022 23:23:04 GMT -5
Khepri smiled in return. "Very good. This new land could use someone like you. As much as you can put it to use, I assume." Taking another large sip, she rose from her seat on the ground. "I would love to stay longer, but I don't have much more time. Do let me know if I should look out for anything while on my travels. Even if a year passes, I shall return, no doubt having seen more than anyone else. After all, who can beat me?" She splayed her hands to the side, indicating her wings. The tea almost slopped out of her cup, and only just missed doing just that.
With another quick gulp, she finished it and made for the door. "Stay safe. I've seen some haunting things in the woods. Wolves made of tar, bodies ripped apart. I assume darker things wait just up ahead." Khepri surrendered her cup and touched her fingers to her shoulder, then held it out towards Bella. "With a sound mind, I bless you, Belladonna."
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Jan 16, 2022 10:21:56 GMT -5
Bella looked on as this woman, albeit politely excused herself, something that would only be reciprocated with a nod. "Who knows where I will be by then, but certainly someone like you would have no problem finding me, or finding trouble. I'll wait for the day." she said with a bit of bored aloofness. "If you do, feel free to swing by... But don't come empty handed. I have no interests in the mundane either."
The guideline set, she accepted the now empty cup from the woman. It was set on the chest, but she didn't stand to reciprocate Khepri's gesture. "And to you, child. May your wings be as swift as your tongue."
She waited for the winged creature to find her way out of her tent before letting out a deep sigh. Hopefully not all visitors would impose themselves like this, but alas... in this situation fair was fair. That reminded her she still had another debt to compensate for. Arrangements would need to be made, and honestly there was no time like the present.
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Feb 18, 2022 10:10:19 GMT -5
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It took longer than anticipated to return home, but Bella was thankful to have made it after a couple detours. One stop to clean off the dirt and charcoal, another stop she lead Sylvester to get some new clothes in the interest of not entertaining a naked guest and create unwanted gossip. They would have to figure out a more efficient solution to this drawback or else the material cost of maintenance would shoot through the roof and become untenable in the long term. For now, she would consider it repayment for saving her skin back in the Whisperwood.
She pushed the flap of the tent aside carelessly, not even having the courtesy of leaving it open for her guest. She set her basket full of plant samples down brusquely, the only sign of potential discontent in contrast with her stony expression. As if Sylvester wasn't there, she proceeded to continue about her personal tasks. She noticed the potter managed to spare her a few pots like she requested. As such, she separated each pot on her table where each would receive a handful of dirt, a sprinkle of wood ash, crushed dried seaweed that commonly washed up on shore, crushed seashells, then topped up with more dirt. Finally, one of the plants was planted into the pot where it would hopefully acclimate and make its new home.
While the silence lingered for the first prepared pot, it gave Sylvester enough time to look around if he liked. Her bed was simple like everyone else's. Her makeshift shelf was filled with herbs, measuring implements, grinding implements, twisting glass jars on iron stands connected to sieves, empty vials and bottles waiting to be filled with whatever concoction this witch was capable of, and a few well used tomes she can use for reference. To the innocent minded, one could have mistaken this some some kind of apothecary.
"You need my help," Belladonna finally began all the while she continued replanting her new charges, "and I know you being in those woods was no mere coincidence; You specifically sought me out. What makes you think I can provide the help you seek?"
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Sylvester Barclay
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 31
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Appearance: In his human form, Sylvester stands at about 6'03"
He's younger than his rugged, worn looks might suggest, though often is untidy. His loose blond hair is wavy with no real style or form, and his face his only trimmed when he believes his beard is getting in the way. His eyes are an electric blue. He also bears a scar over his face, as well as several over his chest.
In his bestial form, he stands closer to eight feet tall, though few have tried to measure him to any real accuracy. His fur is patterned after that of the timber wolf, yet he retains the scars where he had received them, as well as the blue of his eyes.
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Equipment: Often wearing loose, disposable clothing, Sylvester eschews any sense of fashion for a cobbled together look. After all, color-coordinating your outfits is of little benefit once they're in tatters on the floor. He carries a hand axe when he can keep track of it, and often finds himself forced to scavenge new weapons. He has no valuables or treasures he's been able to keep track of between transformations.
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Skills and Abilities: Raised as a lumberjack, Sylvester was already impressively strong before his transformation, which only enhanced his strength. His durability in addition has increased by several times. Few wounds cause lasting damage, and very few can slow him down. He heals rapidly, though sustained, persistent damage can push that factor to its max.
Unfortunately, he has no actual skill at true battle. He has his fair share of barroom brawls under his belt, but he has no skill in swordplay or any advanced forms of combat, and tends to push through on his strength and durability to outlast or overwhelm his opponent.
In his bestial form, however, he is a force to be reckoned with. Tremendous physical strength, coupled with a potent healing factor make him more than a match for many. He is, however, weak to silver and susceptible to magical attacks and influence. His ability to reason isn't lost, but it is severely limited, making following orders or intricate plans difficult to follow through on.
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Biography: Born on the outskirts of Isra, Sylvester Barclay found his small town besieged by a beast of unknown origin. After tracking and eventually driving the creature away, he was badly wounded. Since then, he has suffered the curse of lycanthropy.
Registered: Jan 20, 2022 19:06:21 GMT -5
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Post by Sylvester Barclay on Feb 18, 2022 13:20:46 GMT -5
After the witch had entered her tent, a moment passed before the flap was shifted again, allowing Sylvester to slink through. He was clearly chagrinned as he watched with witch partake in her daily tasks, adjusting his ill-fitting garments to create some sense of comfort. Thankfully she had managed to bring him down from his fever pitch enough for him to retrieve the axe he may otherwise have left embedded into the skeleton that had attacked her. He had hardly made the best first impression, but at least she wouldn't think him mad. The Beast had made certain of that. Yet the fact that it hadn't killed her, that it had...spared her? Had that ever happened before?
It had to have been her magic. He didn't know much about magic, really, but what he'd heard his father and his father's father speak of, or rumors that floated around the village. Magic that lured the hearts of men he had heard of. Magic that turned savage beasts into mewling kittens, or family pets into slavering beasts had been the talk of the town. Was this simply a combination of her abilities? Her suggestion was enough to wake him from his daze. It was difficult, sometimes, to think like a man.
"I did- I do." he agreed, too quickly before he could catch himself. Tempering his words he continued, more cautiously: "You're a witch. At least that's what I have heard tale of. They say you can cure anything." After a beat he gestured towards himself in a general fashion, as if trying to localize the source of his agony. "I'm...well, you saw. I need this Beast gone. To be a man again. I'll do anything, I don't have money but I can work. I can hunt, I can cut you a year's worth of wood, I'll build you a house."
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Belladonna Atropa
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Appearance: Belladonna has Dark straight black hair that ends just passed her jaw, aside for a long braid. She has ivory skin, dark painted lips and heterochromia with her right eye being a medium grey and the left a deep blue.
There is no color on Belladonna's clothing. She tends to wear long corseted dresses that go from her neck down and leaves everything to the imagination while also not hiding away her charms. She also wears her black fur shawl in colder weather, but if the weather is particularly warm she might go without. Her shoes are calf-height sturdy low-heeled boots.
Equipment: Vials of poison
Small potions bottles
Spool of Red string
Dark red lip paint
Basket
Knife
wooden Staff
Herbology book
Tome of Curses and hexes
Skills and Abilities: Potions, poisons, medicine and drugs. Anything from curses to cures is where Belladonna's (Bella for the privileged few) expertise lies. With the right payment, no work is morally too low for her and no cause too great.
Chemistry: Allows her to isolate plant components and increase their potency on a rudimentary level, however consumes more resources and time to accomplish. Medicine of that caliber can also create highly corrosive or toxic fumes. Mistakes may cause fires or explosions of mundane of magical nature.
Arcane investigation: Bella is in tune with magic, but only senses it in form of intuition or "gut feeling", since her power and senses are muted on the isles. She is also knowledgeable in matters of the arcane and given enough time can decipher occult texts and inscriptions, at least based on her best guess of the meaning, depending how ancient it is and the context evidence is found in.
Ritual curses and Hexes:
All rituals require material and somatic components to work. Due to the influence of the Isles, all curses and hexes are channeled into an item that then needs to be placed on or around the target person. Typically they take form of letters tied with red string, wooden or straw idols or potions/food that need to be consumed by the target.
Arcane knowledge: What is a witch without knowledge on the basics and how to use them?
Biography: All she says is she doesn't remember where she came from, but some have doubts about that statement.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:27:32 GMT -5
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Post by Belladonna Atropa on Feb 18, 2022 14:14:37 GMT -5
Bella paused her work after patting the dirt on the second potted plant. The desperate man made his request, and followed up with an equally desperate offer, but at least all of them were both useful and tempting. It would be great for her to make herself a home a bit out of the way where she can work in peace and quiet and reveal herself when necessary. However, there was only one problem... The dark haired woman hovered her hands over one another and any remaining dirt on her hands gathered and momentarily hovered before dropping into the pot. She then turned to stare at the man. Her steely eyes studied him for a moment.
"Tell me, Have you ever heard of anyone curing a werewolf? I certainly haven't. At least none where you'd come out of it alive." Bella said honestly and moved toward her chest. She moved her basket of plants off of it and opened the slightly weathered heavy oak chest. There was a clinking of glass, and when the witch closed the chest she retrieved a small and slightly shallow clay bowl. She delicately poured a few drops from a small bottle containing an ink black liquid, and from her cold tea kettle she topped off the rest of the bowl with water. Oddly, despite having diluted the drops, the ink black color remained just as dark and sinister as the concentrate.
Belladonna brought the bowl over to Sylvester and offered it to him. Even from a distance he could smell wafts of licorice root, though it had a bitter medicinal undertone. "There only option you have right now it to learn how to tame The Beast or otherwise come to an understanding with it. That however, can be a long, painful, heartbreaking process. You will inevitably take lives either accidentally or purposely. Therefore most merciful thing I can do for you is grant you a peaceful way to go." she finally explained. Belladonna looked him in the eye as she watched whether the worst case scenario would be enough to break his resolve.
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