Thalia_Neko
Ten Thousand Club
name: Letitia Darkchildnickname or title: "Nightess" Letitia or Letitia "of the Night"symbol:
coven or collective: covencoven rank: 4witch type: offensiveprimary magic: "destruction magic""Consumed Witch" appearance:
gender: femaleage: 18height: 5'2''weight: 118 lbseye color: greenhair color: black
description: (pic)personality: Letitia is sometimes a very dark and brooding type of individual. Her glum nature can appear rather haunting. As well as her distant nature, appearing scary and/or chilling. That isn't to say she doesn't know how to have fun -she does. Letitia enjoys her rather dark side and how it seems to torment others. She has great fun in making others fearful. She is tormenting in that way, but she's never bad. Letitia is a kind person at heart, and takes helping others very seriously, even when she's joking about it. In fact, Letitia takes her place as a witch of the coven the most seriously out of anyone. Never has there been a more dedicated witch in all of the coven's history. That isn't to say, that Letitia doesn't have a mind of her own. If she senses something is wrong then she will take all things into consideration before acting. Letitia is "dark playful, but dutifully serious". At her core, Letitia ultimately enjoys being a witch, and doing what she does. She will express her dark side quickly, and does not believe in weakness, or being cautious. These points in her personality can make it very rough to deal with her. She is not an easy person to be around.history: As a young girl, Letitia lived in a remote village on the outskirts of the western country. Her village was small, and inviting, if not a bit mysterious and strange. Her household consisted of a father, mother, two younger brothers, and herself. Her home was small, and humble. One night the village was attacked by the walking dead. They arose from the village's cemetery and attacked the village murdering everyone and everything in sight. Letitia running for her life, found her home; within was her father, her mother, and her two younger brothers. Her mother and brothers bodies were strewn across the floor, red blood spilling from them. While her father stood there laughing, his face and body distorted. He had been possessed by a demon, and had raised the dead to attack their village. Letitia, upon seeing the horror, turned and fled, running into the nearby forest, trying to escape that hell. She ran headfirst into a Recruiter Sage. Who took the crying girl in with open arms. Since then, she has been with the Coven, as a very dutiful witch. She rose quickly through the ranks. That incident happened 7 years ago. Now she goes around, trying to stop such a thing from ever occurring again.
coven or collective: covencoven rank: 4witch type: offensiveprimary magic: "destruction magic""Consumed Witch" appearance:
description: (pic)personality: Letitia is sometimes a very dark and brooding type of individual. Her glum nature can appear rather haunting. As well as her distant nature, appearing scary and/or chilling. That isn't to say she doesn't know how to have fun -she does. Letitia enjoys her rather dark side and how it seems to torment others. She has great fun in making others fearful. She is tormenting in that way, but she's never bad. Letitia is a kind person at heart, and takes helping others very seriously, even when she's joking about it. In fact, Letitia takes her place as a witch of the coven the most seriously out of anyone. Never has there been a more dedicated witch in all of the coven's history. That isn't to say, that Letitia doesn't have a mind of her own. If she senses something is wrong then she will take all things into consideration before acting. Letitia is "dark playful, but dutifully serious". At her core, Letitia ultimately enjoys being a witch, and doing what she does. She will express her dark side quickly, and does not believe in weakness, or being cautious. These points in her personality can make it very rough to deal with her. She is not an easy person to be around.history: As a young girl, Letitia lived in a remote village on the outskirts of the western country. Her village was small, and inviting, if not a bit mysterious and strange. Her household consisted of a father, mother, two younger brothers, and herself. Her home was small, and humble. One night the village was attacked by the walking dead. They arose from the village's cemetery and attacked the village murdering everyone and everything in sight. Letitia running for her life, found her home; within was her father, her mother, and her two younger brothers. Her mother and brothers bodies were strewn across the floor, red blood spilling from them. While her father stood there laughing, his face and body distorted. He had been possessed by a demon, and had raised the dead to attack their village. Letitia, upon seeing the horror, turned and fled, running into the nearby forest, trying to escape that hell. She ran headfirst into a Recruiter Sage. Who took the crying girl in with open arms. Since then, she has been with the Coven, as a very dutiful witch. She rose quickly through the ranks. That incident happened 7 years ago. Now she goes around, trying to stop such a thing from ever occurring again.
Prologue
Letitia's gentle boots, softly caressed the forest floor, crunching solemn, dried leaves underfoot with each passing step. The short, pitch-black haired girl was moving along at a steady pace; towards a job that had summoned her: letter delivered by her usual Courier. Intense, yet low drolls of thunder rumbled off in the distance, heard but not seen through their preceding flashes of lightning. Yellow bolts unseen, due to the harsh density of that forlorn forest she found herself moving through.
Suddenly, the young witch came to a stop, miles from her destination. Eyes surveiled the dark, shadowy surroundings of that wood, green orbs lightning up like the eyes of a cat in the darkness. For the rank 4 witch, something felt off. It not only took a lot to spook Letitia, but if something felt unusual to a witch, then it usually was.
Nothing moved. Nothing stirred. Ominous. Not even the sound of thunder could be heard any longer.
Just then, a weird, yet sharp prick of magical energy appeared behind her, making her neck hairs stand on end. Calmly turning around, she spotted a younger girl. Though, since she was short, standing at just 5'2'', they were roughly the same height, with the other girl, just being slightly shorter.
The girl before her, who by no means had any right to be in that dreary wood, was rather cute. With a welcoming face, and stance, looking at Letitia curiously, wide-eyed and innocent. Her attire was very adorable, and delightful, with a long, cute tie in front, and a darling skirt at the top of her thighs. For all intents and purposes, the girl before Letitia, was just some sweet, young lady, out and about.
Letitia knew, it wasn't that simple.
"Letitia... -chan," the girl's voice was pleasant, and dainty, revealing her youth, and inanity.
Narrowing her eyes, Letitia opened her mouth in response, seeing as how that was all the other girl was going to be saying, until she spoke herself. Lest they both stand there in those woods for all eternity, staring blankly back at each other. "Number..." she glanced on the girl's outfit, and spotted the symbol there. Ah. Of course. "Fourty-four," she finished. "What are you doing here? Why are you out in these woods?" It was obvious that Letitia was uncomfortable. Usually high-ranked witches worked alone, and were called in only for extremely difficult jobs, that only Single Digits could accomplish. In general, others proved a liability. Especially, one with such a low rank. In fact, the girl before her, was ranked so low, that she had not only just joined the Coven recently, but she had basically no magical power, and was only slightly more magically inclined than a regular human. Or so suggested the girl's ranking. Not only a novice, but a young novice, with foolish, childish tendencies, by the looks of it. Letitia, also was slightly different than other witches, and was even more reclusive. She not only rarely worked alone, but she hadn't actually seen another witch in five months.
That's how she preferred it. Isolation.
"I.. was following you, number-four-chan," 44 replied, voice soft.
Just the way she spoke, sent shivers down Letitia's spine. Who was this kid? Why was she here? Then it dawned on her, this was not right. This girl was dangerous. Despite her rank. "I know you're new, but Coven witches are not allowed to attack each other! It's forbidden! -"
"I don't care, four-chan!" 44 retorted, her voice hollow. Cracking sounds could be heard from her, and she began to shake a bit. Instantly, she fired out some dark-like magical projectiles.
Caught off guard, Letitia was stunned, and struck by the magic. With an annoying shove, and small, grunt she focused her gaze back on the girl there. Her anger was quickly triumphing over her confusion and hesitation. Coven law stated that no witch could attack another without provocation. Readying a counter spell, the black-haired witch watched in shock, as the adorable girl before her began to change.
Cracking and scratching could be heard coming from the short, white-haired girl before her. "Hehe..." she giggled sickly-sweet, as cracks appeared around her jaw, and suddenly her mouth unhinged, extending down, sharpened teeth revealing themselves. A wave of magical force extended out from her, blowing the trees above, causing quite a violent rustle through them, and sent dried leaves away from her.
Realizing what was going on here, Letitia took the offensive instantly. "Y-you're an Awakened Being!" She held out her hands, and bright orange runes appeared in the air. Intoning the spell, "Ruin Torrent," two orange-red-hot lasers fired out at 44.
However, 44 was ready, and was hoping something like that would happen. Her jaw extended all the way to the forest floor, looking like some devilish nightmare. Letitia's spells sunk right into the blackness of her mouth, and promptly disappeared. With a satisfied swallow, 44 rubbed her belly, and giggled. "Mm, tasty! Your magic, Letitia-chan, so tasty! Gimme more! I must eat! So hungry!" With that, sickening announcement, 44 fired herself at Letitia in a burst of speed, only catching a surprised, "So fast," from her opponent, before slamming a magical-powered fist right into the other girl's side.
Letitia let out a yelp of pain, from the sudden attack, and was flung backwards. Smashing trees with insane force, finally she was stopped, by her body smashing into a boulder. Pulling herself from the smoke and rubble, she groaned, but ultimately was fine. Her magical barriers were holding. One thing was for sure, 44 was no rank 44. Ready for the onslaught, she retaliated, as a laughing 44 launched at her again. She had already figured out 44's magic. She somehow had the ability to consume magical power -and probably convert it to her own. Quite a dangerous, and formidable magic indeed. It instantly made her wonder how many other Coven witches 44 had already attacked, and had their magic consumed. That was something she would have to investigate in the Coven, after her current job contract was fulfilled. Still... magical power could be used in a multitude of ways. Instead of direct magical power, she'd use something physical.
"Too arrogant!" Letitia shouted, nimbly avoiding another magical-induced blow. Black rune appeared below her, and blackness coated her fist. "Dark Strike," she intoned, slamming her fist right up into 44's stomach, sending the smaller girl flying upwards into the air. Seeing as how she had the upper-hand on 44, the black-haired witch decided it was okay to use a direct magical-powered spell, hoping at this particular time that her opponent was vulnerable. While 44 was sailing up and away from her attack, Letitia made some symbols with her hands, obvious runes of some spell. Her magic flared up, kicking up the wind around her, and a bright orange symbol appeared on the ground, directly below where 44 was flying upwards.
"Twelve zodiac from the nether," Letitia began the ritual, "Mirrors of the radiance above, show this wretch your foul power. Show her her sin, and cleanse it!" With the last symbol formed on her hand, eyes glowing a bright red, she slammed the ground with her palm. The full incantation said, her spell released, "12 Sinful Zodiacs!"
The orange symbol on the ground flashed a bright light, before splitting into twelve smaller signs. They flew up, and began to spin around 44, glowing brighter and brighter. Each sign linked with her body, and began to burn bright hot, searing onto the girl. It was clear she had been right; 44 had been vulnerable to more advanced spells. The witch obviously had to be prepared to eat them. Good to know. Now, if Letitia's spell worked as intended, the body of 44 would be completely erased -even the ash, and she would be sent to hell, for forever punishment.
However, things didn't always go as planned, and 44's scarred, marred, smoking body fell, hitting the ground, completely unconscious -yet still alive. Letitia walked closer to it, glaring. "Huh. Tougher than I expected. Still..." With 44 at her mercy, finishing her completely off would be effortless, raising her hand, preparing to command another spell to get rid of this wretched being before her once and for all, another voice spoke up. Letitia turned to see a taller woman walk out from behind a tree. She was clad in blue, and had a sad look on her face. Memoria: rank 33.
"Don't, Letitia, please," she pleaded, gently walking over.
"What? Coven rules are absolute. She not only attacked me, but she's also an Awakened Being! Look!" Letitia growled in anger, pushing 44's body into the light of the moon above. Her face was covered in cracks, mouth was agape, widened by supernatural force, extending wayyy beyond what a normal human's jaw could do. Even her muscular structure appeared whack, with muscles bulging on her arms and legs.
Memoria stared down at the beaten body of 44, and shook her head. "No."
"No? What do you mean, no? Of course she is! I -no- we have to kill her -it!" Letitia retorted, furiously, prepping up another spell to end 44's life for sure.
"No! Letitia! Stop!" Memoria rounded on Letitia, and stared straight into the higher ranked's eyes. Magical blue energy engulfed both, and Letitia fell backward, eyes white, and blank, body un-moving. Peering back down at 44, she bent down, picking her up. Holding her like a mother, Memoria pet the side of 44's face gently. "Poor thing..."
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Letitia winced, sitting up. Rubbing one of her eyes -now back to normal-, their bright green gaze swept the area around her. Huh. Where was she? What was she doing? Scanning the forest, she began to remember. Oh yeah! Of course. She had a mission to do! Why was she laying here in the leaves? Had she really just dozed off like that? "Ugh, can't remember..." she murmured, rubbing her head.
Standing up, Letitia turned towards her destination, and began heading towards the nearby town, which was just a couple miles away, current Coven mission in her mind.
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