Michibear
Michi
((Hello! I am going to try to keep things short. I am sorta new to this website, but I am not new to roleplaying. I need someone to play either a female or a male, so the pairing could be F/F or M/F. Try to write at least four or more paragraphs per post. I know sometimes we might hit ruts, and that is totally fine, but it is usually overall better to have something to work off. Of course though, quality is always better than quantity. Try to keep controlling my character to a minimum. If this particular thread is already taken, just ask and I can gladly post another specifically for you if you PM me. I will try to keep constant replies, but life could possibly get in the way of things. I will try my best to let you know if anything comes up.
The character you will play is STRICTLY a non-magic human, maybe later on my character can teach them magic. They are the child Michelle suspects them to be, but that does not have to be revealed right away. You can have your mother still alive or she could have died somehow. Your mother could also have told you stories of a witch as a child, up to you. As of right now, that is about all I can think about to say. Any questions PM me! Happy roleplaying!))
Michelle walked slowly through the forest. She would eventually reach her home. She could have moved away a long time ago, but she chose to stay at her forest home. There was a town not too far away that met all her needs for supplies and this forest allowed her privacy. It also prevented too many questions about her age. She would disappear for a while, until most who knew her in town were gone or had forgotten she even existed.
She could easily put a charm on the town, to erase her from their memories when the time came, but she preferred to not interfere with people’s memories like that unless it was absolutely necessary. If she needed supplies before time was up, she would put a spell on herself to disguise her looks. Disappearing was easy to do otherwise as no one had ever been to her house except one person who knew and respected what had to happen, so no one came check on her. Even if someone were to follow her, her house was bewitched to hide from all but Michelle unless she changed the bewitchment.
Michelle looked up at the sky as there was lightning and thunder. It started to sprinkle rain. It would probably be pouring rain by the time Michelle reached her house. She didn’t mind the rain, she loved rain and water in general, but it did bring difficult memories from that night back. She stopped in her tracks as she suffered from a flashback.
--Start flashback--
There was screaming. It was her screaming. She had just tried to stop her master from finishing a forbidden spell. Her master had gone insane long ago and had turned towards the dark arts, but no one had noticed until it was too late because he was good at hiding things. He wanted immortal life and was going to go to any extent to get it. Michelle’s younger sister was sacrificed by the lunatic, all for the youth in her blood.
Michelle had run as far as she could to reach the ritual area. Once there, she saw her sister laying in a pool of blood. The blood was heading towards a circle that her master was standing in. She sprinted at full speed to knock her master out of the circle, so at the very least he couldn’t take advantage of the spell. She was only partially successful. He ended up with one foot in and one foot out when the spell was completed. Unfortunately for Michelle, she was now in the circle with both feet in.
She felt pain, a burning sensation, going through her body. It was too much to handle, which is why she started screaming, on top of the fact she understood what her fate would be. She saw immortal life as a gift and a curse. While this would give her ample time to do whatever she wants, she would see all her loved ones die. Anyone she got close with would eventually die too.
Her master would have a prolonged life as well, but not an immortal one as he was not fully in the circle. He would be lucky to live a thousand years. Michelle never saw him again after that night though. She had no idea where he went or what happened to him, but she could only hope he was not alive anymore.
--End flashback—
Michelle sighed deeply. She had been trying for five hundred years now to reverse the dark magic but had been unsuccessful. She wasn’t even sure what would happen if she was successful. She could start to age rapidly until she was dust, or she would stay like she is now but age and grow old like she should have done centuries ago. Sometimes she liked her life as it was and would stop researching for a while, until she grew tired of the same thing.
Usually these time periods correlated with when she was present in others lives and when she disappeared. She would research while she was in her solitude, because she was lonely and tired of knowing her friends were dying while she lived, but then when it was time, she would end up making a friend in town that made her want to stay around longer. It was actually time as of now. Any day now should be the appropriate time to reappear.
Michelle started walking again as the storm worsened. She was less than half a mile away from her home now. It was a rather uneventful walk, other than the flashback she had. She hated getting flashbacks. It was bad enough to remember, let alone get stuck in the memory.
She reached her house, but she felt something was off. She realized what it was when she stepped onto her porch. There was someone laying in front of her door, soaking wet and passed out. This shouldn’t be possible. The bewitchment on the house would have made the person confused and turn around at the boarder of the house then pass out some ways away.
Whatever happened to allow this, Michelle now had a stranger on her doorstep. The storm around them was only getting worse. She couldn’t just leave the person laying outside. Maybe once the person was awake, she could lead them to town, wiping their memory with a simple spell before returning them.
She unlocked her front door then dragged the person inside, lifting them onto the couch after using a drying spell on their clothes. She then closed her front door, locking it, and waving her hand at the fireplace. A fire lit instantly and began to warm the house to a cozy temperature. What could make this day more interesting?
Michelle glanced at a picture on the fire place. There were many pictures of her family on the mantle, but her eyes happened to land on a specific one. It was a picture of the one person who had ever been to Michelle’s house and who had the only other copy of this picture. The girl ended up being her best friend, at least until she became pregnant. Michelle was around until the baby was at the age it would start remembering things. She had discussed beforehand with her friend that it was almost time for her to go into hiding again, especially before this child grew too old. Her friend understood and respected what had to happen, even though she was extremely sad that Michelle had to go and could no longer be apart of her life or apart of the child’s life.
A thought came to her mind. Was the person laying on the couch the child of her best friend? The child would partially have the blood of her friend, but it would be impossible that this could be her child. She had been gone for roughly fifteen years now. The child was five when she left and at this point should be heading off to college, or at least that was the norm when she last spoke with others.
On top of the fact that, out of everyone, the chances this one person would wander towards her house and be her friend’s child was slim. Honestly, since the child wouldn’t have the exact blood of their mother, she didn’t see how they made it so far since the bewitchment only allowed the person with that exact blood to see the house. Maybe they were able to get so close because they partially had their mother’s blood but passed out because it wasn’t entirely the right blood. That would mean the bewitchment had done its job, but since it was trying to accomplish two different jobs—making the person pass out eventually, but not making them turn around, while also allowing the person to see the house—it did the best it could with what it had.
Michelle shook the thought away from her mind. There was no way any of this was possible. She laid the picture forward, so it laid face down. She would fix it later after the person laying on the couch was taken home, which speak of the devil, there was noises coming from the couch. Michelle turned around to see the person turning back and forth a little then slowly waking up.
The character you will play is STRICTLY a non-magic human, maybe later on my character can teach them magic. They are the child Michelle suspects them to be, but that does not have to be revealed right away. You can have your mother still alive or she could have died somehow. Your mother could also have told you stories of a witch as a child, up to you. As of right now, that is about all I can think about to say. Any questions PM me! Happy roleplaying!))
Michelle walked slowly through the forest. She would eventually reach her home. She could have moved away a long time ago, but she chose to stay at her forest home. There was a town not too far away that met all her needs for supplies and this forest allowed her privacy. It also prevented too many questions about her age. She would disappear for a while, until most who knew her in town were gone or had forgotten she even existed.
She could easily put a charm on the town, to erase her from their memories when the time came, but she preferred to not interfere with people’s memories like that unless it was absolutely necessary. If she needed supplies before time was up, she would put a spell on herself to disguise her looks. Disappearing was easy to do otherwise as no one had ever been to her house except one person who knew and respected what had to happen, so no one came check on her. Even if someone were to follow her, her house was bewitched to hide from all but Michelle unless she changed the bewitchment.
Michelle looked up at the sky as there was lightning and thunder. It started to sprinkle rain. It would probably be pouring rain by the time Michelle reached her house. She didn’t mind the rain, she loved rain and water in general, but it did bring difficult memories from that night back. She stopped in her tracks as she suffered from a flashback.
--Start flashback--
There was screaming. It was her screaming. She had just tried to stop her master from finishing a forbidden spell. Her master had gone insane long ago and had turned towards the dark arts, but no one had noticed until it was too late because he was good at hiding things. He wanted immortal life and was going to go to any extent to get it. Michelle’s younger sister was sacrificed by the lunatic, all for the youth in her blood.
Michelle had run as far as she could to reach the ritual area. Once there, she saw her sister laying in a pool of blood. The blood was heading towards a circle that her master was standing in. She sprinted at full speed to knock her master out of the circle, so at the very least he couldn’t take advantage of the spell. She was only partially successful. He ended up with one foot in and one foot out when the spell was completed. Unfortunately for Michelle, she was now in the circle with both feet in.
She felt pain, a burning sensation, going through her body. It was too much to handle, which is why she started screaming, on top of the fact she understood what her fate would be. She saw immortal life as a gift and a curse. While this would give her ample time to do whatever she wants, she would see all her loved ones die. Anyone she got close with would eventually die too.
Her master would have a prolonged life as well, but not an immortal one as he was not fully in the circle. He would be lucky to live a thousand years. Michelle never saw him again after that night though. She had no idea where he went or what happened to him, but she could only hope he was not alive anymore.
--End flashback—
Michelle sighed deeply. She had been trying for five hundred years now to reverse the dark magic but had been unsuccessful. She wasn’t even sure what would happen if she was successful. She could start to age rapidly until she was dust, or she would stay like she is now but age and grow old like she should have done centuries ago. Sometimes she liked her life as it was and would stop researching for a while, until she grew tired of the same thing.
Usually these time periods correlated with when she was present in others lives and when she disappeared. She would research while she was in her solitude, because she was lonely and tired of knowing her friends were dying while she lived, but then when it was time, she would end up making a friend in town that made her want to stay around longer. It was actually time as of now. Any day now should be the appropriate time to reappear.
Michelle started walking again as the storm worsened. She was less than half a mile away from her home now. It was a rather uneventful walk, other than the flashback she had. She hated getting flashbacks. It was bad enough to remember, let alone get stuck in the memory.
She reached her house, but she felt something was off. She realized what it was when she stepped onto her porch. There was someone laying in front of her door, soaking wet and passed out. This shouldn’t be possible. The bewitchment on the house would have made the person confused and turn around at the boarder of the house then pass out some ways away.
Whatever happened to allow this, Michelle now had a stranger on her doorstep. The storm around them was only getting worse. She couldn’t just leave the person laying outside. Maybe once the person was awake, she could lead them to town, wiping their memory with a simple spell before returning them.
She unlocked her front door then dragged the person inside, lifting them onto the couch after using a drying spell on their clothes. She then closed her front door, locking it, and waving her hand at the fireplace. A fire lit instantly and began to warm the house to a cozy temperature. What could make this day more interesting?
Michelle glanced at a picture on the fire place. There were many pictures of her family on the mantle, but her eyes happened to land on a specific one. It was a picture of the one person who had ever been to Michelle’s house and who had the only other copy of this picture. The girl ended up being her best friend, at least until she became pregnant. Michelle was around until the baby was at the age it would start remembering things. She had discussed beforehand with her friend that it was almost time for her to go into hiding again, especially before this child grew too old. Her friend understood and respected what had to happen, even though she was extremely sad that Michelle had to go and could no longer be apart of her life or apart of the child’s life.
A thought came to her mind. Was the person laying on the couch the child of her best friend? The child would partially have the blood of her friend, but it would be impossible that this could be her child. She had been gone for roughly fifteen years now. The child was five when she left and at this point should be heading off to college, or at least that was the norm when she last spoke with others.
On top of the fact that, out of everyone, the chances this one person would wander towards her house and be her friend’s child was slim. Honestly, since the child wouldn’t have the exact blood of their mother, she didn’t see how they made it so far since the bewitchment only allowed the person with that exact blood to see the house. Maybe they were able to get so close because they partially had their mother’s blood but passed out because it wasn’t entirely the right blood. That would mean the bewitchment had done its job, but since it was trying to accomplish two different jobs—making the person pass out eventually, but not making them turn around, while also allowing the person to see the house—it did the best it could with what it had.
Michelle shook the thought away from her mind. There was no way any of this was possible. She laid the picture forward, so it laid face down. She would fix it later after the person laying on the couch was taken home, which speak of the devil, there was noises coming from the couch. Michelle turned around to see the person turning back and forth a little then slowly waking up.
