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Pure of Heart, Dumb of Ass
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Rowan 'Remi' Solis
❛ The Green Witch ❜
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Billie eilish
I knew you in another life
You had that same look in your eyes
The Green Witch
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Remi
Solis
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01.
full name &
Nickname(s)
Nickname(s)
Serbal 'Rowan' Solis
Rowan (Americanized)
Remi (friends only)
Rowan (Americanized)
Remi (friends only)
02.
age
21 (current life cycle)
100+ (All life cycles lived)
350+ (originally born)
100+ (All life cycles lived)
350+ (originally born)
03.
sexuality &
pronouns
pronouns
Asexual, Homoromantic
(She/They)
(She/They)
inherent.
belonging to or being a part of the nature of a person or thing
visage
height
5'1", 154cm
face claim
Jenna Ortega
hair colour
black
eye colour
dark brown
Green Witch
Green Witches pertain to those that keep the balance of life and death, escorting those to the afterlife, but unable to take a life themselves. They can heal wounds that are not fatal, change aspects of their mortal form but at a cost, prolong their own life span with enough practice, and basic control over nature and plants. They are typically peacekeepers and healers.
persona
The best and most common way that people have described Rowan is something of a paradox. To those that are close with the Solis househol and know the youngest member of the Coven, know her as Remi, a childhood nickname she received from her uncle and seemed to never grow out of. That side of her is best referred to as a wildcard and chaos gremlin, all wrapped up in a cocktail of awkward and absurd amount of humor and dad jokes. Someone who would rather use sarcasm and witty comments as an attempt to comfort someone they consider a friend, or even as a self defense mechanism. No one is exactly sure, but if you managed to get get into this Green Witch's good graces, then you have earned an immensely loyal and trusting friend by your side that would give the clothes off her back if it meant someone was okay and safe. A true ride or die, until given a reason not to. But, if you managed to get on the opposite end of the spectrum, then one would receive nothing but bluntness and rather the cold shoulder. All still with an awkward sense of humor and charm of course, seeing as bad habits die hard, this side of Rowan is more of a FAFO, f*ck around and find out sort of situation, Rowan to those she doesn't exactly know are typically viewed as untrustworthy and held at arms length. Knowing one can never be too trusting, especially in a town such as Salem. You live long enough, and have heard stories from family members that have lived for literal centuries, well, you gain a sense of strong skepticism and gut instinct. Either way, not many people exactly have a bad thing to say about Rowan, unless someone managed to piss off this witch enough, than maybe a hex or two has been thrown their way and haven't had the best of luck since.
It should also be said, that it should be no surprise that Rowan isn't one to shy away from holding a grudge against those that have done them wrong. Considering their past, and experiences with being betrayed time and time again from people they trusted most in their first life, to being misled and turned against again and again. If one manages to gain Rowan's trust, they better hold onto that tightly, otherwise they can never gain that trust back. And that goes beyond just Rowan herself, whether anything done in bad intent against her family or friends, that same sense of betrayal is there. If someone dislikes a person, then so does Remi. If someone likes a person, Remi is needing a reason to extend something that could be considered trust. Break that sense of trust, and this witch wouldn't be shy of hexing you, whether it's never letting your pillow be cool on either side, always getting a red light at a street light, or even always just missing the right sock of a pair. They may be small inconveniences, but Rowan has learned that the small ones tend to be the worst...
virtues
Honesty
Loyalty
vices
Weed, Alcohol
Trust, Envy
weaknesses \\ strengths
trust issues, restricted magic
magic control, gut instinct
history
Origin (1671-1692)
Years ago, even before the events that became known as the Salem Witch Trials began, was born a single daughter to two loving parents. But by now the name she was given is long since forgotten, and lost to history forever. Born in 1671, was a child that grew into a young woman that had aspirations and dreams just like any other, but she wanted to help anyone by any means possible, whether it was a person or animal. Even at such a young age, her parents knew what their daughter wanted to do, be a doctor. She always nursed animals back to health the best she could, and when they didn't well, another small grave was made somewhere on the family farm. Anything from birds and squirrels, to rabbits and stray cats and dogs. The town's elders had their suspicions of the young girl almost immediately, but they had no power to do anything about it, yet. It was only when she was barely passed the age of twenty that there was a knock at the door one night, yelling and shouts for them to open the door and bring their only child out. What for? Witchcraft. Or well, at least accused of witchcraft by the elders of Salem. Whispers had been spreading around Salem of a woman in the woods, casting spells and 'poisoning the youth' of the town. Clouding the minds of the youth, especially one in particular. A secret affair that had been discovered, and until that moment, there had only been two that knew. Or at least, that was what she thought. The girl had tried to defend herself, and claimed how all she was doing was giving whoever came to her door a small bag of herbs and plants. Nothing malicious. But the elders didn't see it that way, and she was put on trial. The 'trial' lasted a total of two hours, before they decided that if she truly wasn't a witch and was innocent, that she should be brought to one of the old oaks. She begged and pleaded to be spared, how she didn't do anything wrong, but there were too many 'eye witnesses' that came forth and cast doubts on the farmer's daughter and her many trists with another woman. Something that brought shame to her family upon its reveal. It wasn't a trial of witchcraft and black magic and hexes like they claimed, it was a trial against a forbidden love, or at least one that they viewed as such a case. She was to be led to the noose, but after some convincing and begging, and curses of how they were cowards when the noose had broken, leaving her alive, and in a way, a last request, she wanted to be burned at the stake instead, that way her body could at least be returned to the earth once more upon her remains being buried, and her wish was granted. Before the flames were set, the girl gave her last words to the ones that claimed her as guilty, and her final lament to her lover, but those words too have been lost to time, as they were only curses of a witch after all...Right?
Rebirth (1750-1805)
The thing about those that returned to the earth in the end, through ash and bone, would always find a way of bringing forth new life. And with green witches, it is no different. It was a different time, a different place, a new face, but the memories remained. The memories of a life shortly lived and violently ended. She once searched for her family once again, and those that snuffed out her life in such a violent manner. But it seemed too late, years had passed, far too many years, and those she had loved so long ago, had since passed. Where her home stood, was nothing but cinders and rubble. A skeleton of a home. With nowhere to call home, she wandered. She was technically a free woman now, right? And so she did, she wandered for countless years before residing in a small cottage in the woods. Tending to wild animals and her small garden, herbs and crops seemed to be plentiful and hardy whenever she tended to them. For any stranger that seemed to pass her home, she offered them a place for the night, it was never much, simply a roof over their heads. People came and went, but rarely ever did anyone bother the woman in the woods, as she was often referred to by whoever came her way. It seemed peaceful, and maybe once, fate was kind to her this time. But kindness can only ever last so long for witches. One night, she heard voices and screaming, demanding her to come out. It felt like everything came crumbling down on her once again. Everything that came after was like a blur, it felt like time itself slowed down, and anything after that she cannot remember what came next after she had been dragged outdoors once again...
Past (1965-1989)
It was the turn of a century, one where vehicles replaced the use of horses and carriages, where music was played in a small box instead of instruments and could be listened to anywhere. Things had changed, the world had changed. It seemed as though she found herself out of time once again. But this time, she was far from home. Far from Salem and the lives she had lived before this. The decades passed by as the confused remainders of a soul found yet another identity and life for herself. Working as a mere waitress in a small tea house on the border of Boston. Still close enough to home, but far enough that at least no one seemed to know who she was, even though she herself found memories slipping and fading over time, with each new resurgence of life, the memories and faces of those of the last life slowly became clouded in her daily life. Only truly seen and fawned over in the dream world. Life seemed to be easier for witches in this time, no one with pitch forks and torches coming after them at every turn. That was, until the 80's began, the Satanic Panic seemed to be just a start of something old once again. But certainly nothing could happen, right? That was until one day she found herself busy with work, after getting into a slight argument with one of the other staff members. Words were exchanged, and that was that. At least it's what she thought. It was late into the night, and she had merely gotten off of her shift, but not before having a drink bought in her stead. She should have known better, should have questioned it, should have tested to ensure it was safe. But this wasn't Salem, no one was out to kill witches anymore, right? How wrong she was. Everything seemed to blur in motion, her head swirled and her throat felt like that of fire. Blood ran from her mouth and nose as she collapsed, the world fading around her as she once again passed on from the mortal coil, a silent, violent death, alone...
Present (2003-Current)(
Perhaps the most unique thing about Green Witches, especially if they are honed enough in their craft, is their ability to control the balance between life and death, an equal exchange, if you will. In such a case, a soul searching for another body to reside in, while one remains empty and ready for its new resident. Such is the ways of Green Witches, after all. In one particular case, a mother, in desperate need to save her baby's life, to will the child a life of its own, in exchange for hers. That is what a mother would be willing to do, no? A baby girl had been a still born, and the mother was on death's door, an exchange was made. The child was given the name Serbal, which meant Rowan, a tribute to the redwood tree the child had been brought into this world next to. Her mother simply whispering something into the child's ear with her last breath, before passing on. The child was none the wiser as she slept in the arms of her mother's own twin sister, as screams sounded as her father yelled at the woman to take the child and run. How he would hold them off, and for them to run and take the child far, far from their home. Somewhere witches like them would be safe, and the woman and her brother did. They fled the burning home as Witch Hunters finally made their way inside and struck the child's father down with mere ease.
Those are memories that this child would only ever be told of whenever she asked her aunt and uncle about her parents, and what happened to them. Valentia explained how her parents had died protecting them all, like any coven members would do. How witches were only ever as strong as their coven was, but they had been betrayed. Someone had led the Hunters to their home, one of their own. The older witch explained how it was easier to remain alone and covenless, so that way no one could ever truly betray you. Rowan's own mother had thought how a witch was only as strong as her coven, but such a claim led to their fates. A parent less child, but that didn't mean she wasn't loved. Her entire life, well, in this one, Rowan had only ever known love. If anything, she was surrounded by it from her aunt and uncle. They had taught her everything she needed to know what it meant to be a witch in this century. How they were meant to remain a secret from the mortals, but could coexist, if they held up their deal. Protect and look after them, do no harm and take no life. That wasn't their role in this existence. And so it was. Rowan had finally found a life, a time, and family that knew and understood what it meant to be a witch, even if it partially skipped a generation, specifically with her uncle Oscar, he wasn't a witch, no magical potential, but it didn't stop him from learning and teaching Rowan what he learned from his own parents. Valentia taught Rowan the basics of nature magic and nurturing plants and animals, when it was okay to spare a life, and when to help one cross over. Rowan learned what it meant to look after people from her uncle, but still keep your eyes and ears open for those that wish them harm. Life within the Solis family home was a humble one, an aunt that worked in Salem's local plant and flower shop, with a greenhouse on the property, and her uncle that worked in one of the local mechanic shops.
But that isn't to say that Rowan is entirely naive, she has seen the horrors of humanity for centuries, she has experienced the betrayal and hurt of humanity and witch kind alike. But she has also experienced their warmth and protection. With her dreams and memories of the lives that came before, she knows that this could be her last cycle, her last life as a witch, as Green Magic can only last so long with a soul. And she would be damned if she let history repeat itself once again. But this time, she knows love and the people that love her, and it is better than her past..Right?
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Goodbye My Green Heart
Dune Moss
connections
misc.
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Valentia Solis
It's safe to say that Rowan and Val are beyond close, if anything people tend to mistake them for sisters than aunt and niece. And it's not much of a surprise seeing as how Val had basically raised Remi from a young age, after her parents had passed away. If anyone were to ask Remi, Val is the closest thing she has to a mother figure anymore, and at times the lines blur between a mother figure and sibling, as Remi has obviously taken after her aunt in every way from nearly looking the same, to sharing many quirks and personality traits. In short, both are chaos goblins and everyone knows where to point figures to find blame.
Oscar Solis
Remi and her uncle are incredibly close as well, maybe not as much as Rowan gets on with his sister, Val, but the two still have an unshakable bond. It's clear to see that the two have spent far too much time together if the two are seen laughing together whether it's walking down the street or caught in the middle of a laughing fit in the local diner. Rowan adores her uncle with everything she has, and knows he would go to war for her if he needed to, which is ironic considering he has no magical capabilities at all, but that's not to say he still wouldn't be a threat if his niece was ever in danger.
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Binx / Familiar
Every witch has their familiar, right? Rowan is no different, the affectionate Norwegian Forest Cat had wandered into the Solis family home more than fifteen years ago, and is just as much a part of the family as anyone else. Rowan named the familiar after Thackery Binx from Hocus Pocus, one of her favorite films, and the cat in question fits the name rather well. A usually grumpy feline, but still affectionate and protective to those of the Solis family, and those that tend to be around the family home enough times to be considered safe. Wherever Remi is, there's no doubt that her fluffy shadow isn't too far behind somewhere.
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Archibold Korren
❛ The Raven ❜
Angry Too
Lola Blanc
If you knew what I knew
You would be angry too
The Raven
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Archibold
Korren
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01.
full name
Archibold Isiah Korren
02.
age
500+ (Witch)
03.
sexuality
Bisexual
traitor
one who betrays another person, a cause, or any trust
visage
height
6' 3", 190cm
face claim
Tom Sturrig
hair colour
Black
eye colour
Blue
Shape Shifter (Illusion)
Like all Witches, Archibold is capable of varied forms of magic, and in his particular case, it's illusions. Over the plethora of centuries, Archibold has mastered the art form of being able to bewitch the mind of anyone he encounters, so much so that they might not even know it until it is too late. Shape Shifters are mostly known for their trickery and manipulation with how they go about their craft, and he is no different. From making physical alterations, changing his voice to mimic another, or cast illusions for more than one person at a time. Archibold has been known to take on forms of others, the art of studying (stalking) someone long enough to understand their habits, rituals, personalities and overall life, well enough until it is time to make his move, whatever form that may be. Like all witches however, Archibold is weak to fire, silver, and being killed like anyone else, but his constant shifting forms has helped him live this long for a reason..
persona
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virtues
Honest, Calculating
Charasmatic, Persuasive
vices
Manipulator, Trickery
Alcoholic, Insomnia
Face Claim
Tom Sturrig
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history
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extra
Dead Man Walking
WAR***HALL
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connections
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