#or go gothic and do it more Scary magic than childrens shit

[faunandfloraas]

okay but following rockstar which had (in my opinion) some of the best and coolest concept pictures with the magic school and toy world stuff which, again in my opinion, are some of the most aesthetically displeasing is so 😭

[nightwitchwriter]

New Chapter

Happy Halloween! The first and second session is in honor of Samhain, aka All Hallow’s Eve, aka Halloween.

Chapter 4: Samhain

Six more days until Halloween! Woo! If you’re wondering why I’m counting down from six, well in some cultures, six cultures 6 is an unlucky number. Well, if you consider 666, that’s a unlucky number right? Anyway, once Halloween hits, there is going to be a huge party.

I open the doors to school, and take into my surroundings. Halloween decorations can be seen through the hallway and some classrooms. The school celebrates Halloween by letting the students throw a freaky Halloween party, as well as wear costumes on the date. I have no need for a costume, yet I dress for the occasion anyway.

“Really? Orange and black?”

I turned to see Nick staring at my clothes.

“What? They’re traditional Halloween colors. I like them, I wear them.”

“Well, I’m just saying, orange is one of the few bright colors you wear. Especially since…”

“Since I’m a witch? For Pete’s sake, calm down. Witches celebrate Halloween too.”

“No, because you can’t-”

Realizing what he was going to say, I quickly shut him up making the same move Yubaba did on Chihiro in Spirited Away to keep her from talking.

“Mm?!”

“Hey you swore not to say anything outside my house since you signed that contract. You really don’t want to piss me off on Halloween, do you?” I gave him a sly grin.

Shaken, but annoyed, he nodded.

“Good.” I unzipped his mouth, continuing my way as he took a breath.

“You can breathe through your nose, you know.”

“Nicky! Nicky!”

We both turned to see my sister, in her school uniform, running towards us.

“Faye? What are you doing here?” Most of the people here didn’t know I have a sister, much less any family. 

“Who’s that?” “Don’t know.” “Will seems to know her.” “Is that her sister?” “I thought she was an only child?” “She’s so cute!” “Are you sure they’re related?”

See what I mean? I groaned. Even without whispering, I could see questions written all over their faces.

Faye grinned from ear to ear, as she took out an orange envelope with black cobweb etchings, and handed it over to Nick.

“I, Faye McCalmont , dubly invites you and your sisters to our upcoming Halloween party. We’ll have tricks, treats and a super scary feat!” she announced as nobly as possible.

Aw, shit. I knew what she was planning, and I am not having this happen.

“Nope.” I stated, taking the envelope out of Nick’s hand.

“Hey!” complained the two children

“Trust me. You do not want to go to this party.”

“And why not?” questioned Nick

“Yeah, why not?” copied Faye

“Because it's not that kind of party.” I growled through my teeth.

“Then I’ll be happy to come, Faye. I’m sure my sisters will be happy too.”

I glared at him, while my sister giggled at his gentlemanly manner.

“It’ll be a pleasure seeing you there, milord.” she answered in an Irish accent.

“Leave.” I growled, pointing the way out.

“Bye-bye!” Faye ran out of the school, before any teachers appeared.

“Yoink!” Nick took the invitation from my hands.

“H-hey! Give that back!” I reached for the invite, but couldn’t grab it.

“Technically, it is mine. So no. your sister did give it to me personally, I may add.” I swear, I know he is mocking me right now. 

I reached for the invite again, but even on platform boots, I still couldn’t reach his height. Nick was like, a couple of inches taller than me, but didn’t include his long arms or the fact that he was on his tiptoes. 

I was close to grabbing it, when it was taken out of his hand. We both looked to see Heather inspecting the invite.

“Nick, don’t tell me the witch invited you to her party? Don’t you know that if you follow a witch to her home, she’ll eat you?”

Oh, for God’s sake.

“For your information, witches don’t do that anymore. That’s been illegal since the 1900s.”

“Illegal?”

“Illegal?!”

Crap. I realized my mistake, and while Heather looked annoyed and confused, Nick was shocked and scared. Good.

“The point is, that witches, rather people in general, don’t do that. Besides, everyone knows that witches throw the best Halloween parties. Not only that my sister gave him the invitation.” I stated

 The queen bee smiled. “I heard. The freak has a freak of a sister.”

I struggled to withhold my anger. My mom says that me and my sister have a fairy’s temper. 

“I guess, it could be fun.” she continued. “If you see fun as childish.”

Anger continuing to grow.

“I, however, am throwing a mature, scary Halloween party, at an old warehouse my parents managed to rent for two nights. Nick, I’m sure this one will be much more appreciative for that night.”

Oh, God. If you want to sleep with him, just do it already.

  “Actually, my mom asked me to take my sister's trick-or-treating on Halloween, since something came up for both my parents. So I’m not sure they’ll appreciate your party. Maybe later once they hit the sack?”

Eh? I looked at him, with a questioning look.

“Hm? Are you sure? Halloween is supposed to be scary once night falls.”

“Positive. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Alright.” she relented. She kissed him on the cheek before walking away. “Wait til you see my costume Nick. You're going to be howling like a werewolf once you see it.”

Ugh. She may not be a succubus, but she acts worse than one.

“Ow! What the heck?”

“Why did you have to lie to her like that?”

“I wasn’t. My mom really did ask me and I said sure. Besides, I’m sure my sisters will be happy to go to your family’s Halloween party. You really don’t want people to come to this party, do you? I bet not even Maddy has an invite.”

“She does but it's different. It’ll be the only time when my magic will be at its highest.”

“Speaking of that, did you say that witches actually used to eat people?!”

“That was a long time ago, and it depended on the culture. Nowadays people don’t do that anymore. Why? Stopped you from coming?”

“No.” he began walking away, revealing the invitation in his hands. “But, once my sisters hear about this, you try stopping them from going. See ya!”

“H-hey!”

Great. In six days and counting, Nick, his sisters and Maddy are coming to my house on Halloween night. 

Did he forget to realize that there will be actual monsters there?

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Six days hath passed… (see what I did there?)

Nick’s POV

Halloween is tomorrow, and the past few days, I’ve noticed Will and her family preparing for the event. At the cafe, their home, even Will’s locker was decorated to the extreme with various Halloween props. She even brought Halloween themed food for lunch, practically scaring the rest of the student body, along with her pranks. Though no one but me knows it her. Surprising, even myself, I smile to myself, thinking how much fun my sisters are going to have. 

“Nicholas!”

 I stopped and saw Mrs. McCalmont coming towards me, carrying a large bag.

“I wanted to give you and your sisters something for the party tomorrow. You didn’t get your costumes yet, have you?” she asked

“Not really. My sister’s are being picky, and I wasn’t planning of wearing something elaborate as a costume. Just a mask, that’s it.”

She chuckled like it was a joke. “Oh, don’t be silly, here.” She handed me the bag. “I’m sure you and your sisters will love them.”

I looked inside and saw the folded fabric. 

“You made us costumes?” I was surprised of someone being so generous. “You didn’t have to. What about Will or Faye?”

“Don’t worry. Their costumes have been done two weeks ago.” She answered

Why doesn’t that surprise me? 

 “There’s also additional items that go with the costumes.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m sure my sisters will like them.” Let’s hope anyway.

“I’ll see you on Halloween. Come at 6 o’clock!”

“We will! Thank you again!”

When I got home, I showed the costumes to my parents and sisters. I don’t know if its because she’s a witch or a mother, or something else, but she was right. My sisters love their costumes.

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Will’s POV

It was around sunset, 5:30pm to be exact, when they came. I was helping Faye finish putting on her costume, when the doorbell rang. My dad changed the bell to something similar to the bell of the Addams Family.

“I’ll get it!” she yelled, running out of the room

“Faye!” Dammit! I didn’t zip her back yet!

I chased her down the stairs to the door.

“Who is it?” Faye asked

“It’s Felicity, Samantha and Molly! And NicK!”

“That’s not what you say today! It’s Halloween! Try again!”

“Oh! Trick-or-Treat!” called all girls

I sighed in amusement and grabbed the candy bowl as Faye quickly opened the door.

The three sisters, and Nick were all wearing their costumes. Felicity wore a traditional witch costume, Samantha wore a doll costume, complete with mask, and Molly was a Dullahan. Nick wore a 19th century vampire outfit, though the clothes are actually from the 19th century.All made by my mom. Faye was dressed as Queen Titania, queen of the fairies. I was dressed in a white gothic dress from the movie, Beastly.

“Hey.” said Nick, eyes widened in amazement.

“Hey.” I replied, in equal amazement.

“Candy!” yelled Molly. She held out her bag.

“Molly! That’s not how you ask for stuff!”

“That's okay. She did say trick-or-treat.” I laughed. I like Molly’s forwardness. These girls are going to get along great with my sister.

“Here you go.” I gave each of them a handful of candy. “Sis! Get mom to zipper your back and get your candy bag! You guys can come inside. You're early.”

“Yay!” The girls rushed inside, following Faye.

“Can you help us with our make-up?” asked Felicity

“Sure. I’ll make you guys have the scariest faces.”

“Nick too!” pointed Molly

“And Nick.” I smiled

“No thanks. I’m good. Is Maddy here?” he asked as we went up the stairs.

“Yeah. Got here 15 minutes ago. And you’re putting on that make-up. Anyway, who’s the kid?”

Nick must have known what I was talking about, because he leaned closer towards me.

“You see him too?”

I sighed. “Yes, I see the ghost boy.”

The boy I’m talking about, is a cute little seven year old in a skeleton costume. Faye was already introducing herself to him.

“He’s been following us the last two blocks. I thought ghosts were supposed to be invisible. How is he here and why can my sisters see him? He’s not like Sam from that trick or treat movie is he?”

“I assure you, he’s not.” I chuckled over Nick’s panic. “He’s a Halloween spirit. They’re people and children that died and visit our realm today and the next two days.”

“So, he won’t curse, possess or hurt them, will he?”

“Dude, it's Halloween. Let go of your fears. It’s time to celebrate. Here.” I handed him a piece of red cake. “Have this.”

“Thanks.” He stuck his fork in, watched as red sauce came out of the holes, and due to me staring, took a big bite of it. He then proceeded to eat more.

“This is good. What is it?”

“Piece of flesh.”

Instantly, his eyes widen in fear and quickly spit the cake out and threw the rest into the garbage. I laughed and relished at his reaction.

“Hahahahaha! Oh, God! Your face! Haha! It was only cake!” Man, that comment of witches eating people early really got to him. “It was red velvet and cherry jelly!”

Nick glared at me like he actually wanted to set me on fire. It was hilarious.

“Okay, let me take you and your sisters to the bathroom. You are going to love the make up I put on you.”

“Hey Nick. What are you doing here?”

We turned to see Maddy, wearing an 70s costume, with the glasses I gave her. I just finished putting Nick’s make up on after doing his sisters. My mom helped to, but left to prepare for the other kids. Nick’s face was now a skeleton, with his hair slicked back.

“Woah, Maddy. Nice costume.” complimented Nick, once he saw her 70s outfit.

“Thanks. Will gave it to me. Are you suppose to be a skeleton?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but how can you tell?”

“I can see you.” she stated cheerfully.

“I thought you were blind.”

“I am. But for some strange reason, I can see. I’m not one to ask questions why, but I’ll advantage of it for the rest of the night.” She then left to go mingle.

Earlier today, I decided to tell her the same thing I told Nick, but I was actually going to tell her first, since she’s my friend. She was shocked at first, but then decided to go with it, think I was just making it up. I made those glasses to make her temporarily see. I think she believes me now. 

It was six o’clock, and the rest of Faye’s friends and classmates were here. I played another prank on Nick by turning the ice into fake eyeballs. Seeing him flinch in fear is so funny. I wonder if this is what witches in the past felt like when playing pranks on humans.

“Playing pranks already?” Mom came from the kitchen.

“It’s Halloween, mom. I’m allowed to play pranks.” I defended

She chuckled as she gave me a traveler’s skeleton key.

“Be back by before nine, if you want to see the parade.”

“Alright.” Trick or Treating from six to nine, doesn’t seem like a lot of time, but with a traveler’s skeleton key, I can go anywhere in the world. Which means time zones.

“All right you monsters!” I announced to the trick-or-treaters.” “Are you ready to eat enough candy to rot your teeth from the inside out and be scared out of your minds?”

“Yeah!!!” cheered the group of children.

“Then let’s go trick or treating!”

“Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat!” chanted the kids.

For the next three hours, which varies thanks to time zones, we trick or treated in several different states, in both Earth and Arcanos. We went to New Orleans, LA, Salem, MA, Sleepy Hollow, NY, Savannah, GA and other cities and towns known for Halloween specials. Thank you traveler’s skeleton key.

Felicity, Samantha and Molly’s eyes were bulging out of their skulls right now. I don't think they ever got this much candy before. I feel bad for their parents trying to take it from them.

It was nearly nine when we all traveled back home, when Nick decided to talk to me. Except for talking to his sisters and Maddy, he was quiet all night.

“You know, I never expected this to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, believe it or not, I actually did some research on how witches celebrate Halloween and today. Aren’t you guys supposed to be worshipping spirits or something?”

Well at least he’s honest and did some research first.

“Not really. All Hallow’s Eve, or Samhain or Halloween, was more of an agricultural celebration, rather than religious or spiritual. Though there are some gods involved. Anyway, Halloween is kind of similar back then as it is today. Just not so commercialized. Halloween is the only time of year when the spirit world and Earth crosses with each other and magic power heightens at its peak.”

“That’s what you said earlier about Maddy.”

“Yeah, I used the added power boost to make those glasses so Maddy could see, though it’ll only work for tonight. You can’t use magic to someone’s blindness.”

“That sucks.”

“Uh-huh.  I was planning on telling her the truth earlier, but then you came along. At least she didn’t have a panic attack like you did.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It's fine. Anyway, to avoid being pranked by mischievous spirits, people would disguise themselves in order to fool them. Of course, they saw through it over time, but they liked this idea. In addition to that, they left out treats for the spirit to eat.”

“Hence trick or treat?”

“Hence trick or treat. Halloween and Days of the Dead are the only time when the fantasy and spirit world connect with the earth and when normal people can see them. Though again there are a few exceptions.”

We arrived at my house in Arcanos and after thanking us, the children, including Nick’s sisters ran inside, eager to continue the party. 

“By the time we come back, it’ll look like the candy stock market hit. They’ll probably be still trading candy when we come back.”

“Trading candy? Haven’t done that since I was a kid. Maybe when come back from Heather’s party, I’ll trade in some candy myself. So, quick question, how are we going to get to the party?” Asked Nick

I smiled at him, taking out my broom.

“Ask a stupid question…”

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

Seventh Doctor era

Mind you, I have not watched Survival yet. Like with all good food, I’m saving some of it for later. But I’ve seen the rest.

First thought : holy shit that’s good. Perhaps the strongest era of Doctor Who. At least it’s up there with the Capaldi era. But really this is some ridiculously strong stuff, that churns masterpieces after masterpieces. 

Second thought : Yes, Season 24 is the weakest of the bunch, but in no way the disaster fans usually describe. Yes it has two episodes below average. But the other ones are good.

Third thought : In theory Seven’s character should not appeal to me that much. I am extremely fond of morally ambiguous chessmasters, end-justify-means grey eminences, but I don’t think that characterization suits the Doctor. I do like my idiot in a box that relies on improvisation and bullshitting to save his life. I still like Seven a lot. Probably because McCoy does a great job at cutting down the badassery and turning on the charm. Also that’s a bit of variety so that’s nice. 

Fourth thought : Ace was wonderful, as expected. But the biggest surprise was Mel, who I never expected to like as much as I ended up doing. 

Someone please tell me, is there any Big Finish stuff that picks up from when she travels with Glitz?

So here are the McCoys stories, ranked from worst to best 

Time and the Rani : yes that story is rubbish. But not the worst of Doctor Who by a long shot. There are still some good moments to be found. And none of the offensive stuff of, say Tomb of Cybermen or The Celestial Toymaker, so that’s a plus. The Rani pretenting to be Mel for a third of the story is hilarious and Kate O’Mara is delightfully camp. It’s so nice to see Seven at his very beginning, suffering from amnesia, and totally out of his depth. And the Leonians are ridiculous, but provide perhaps the most striking moment of the story : that Leonian skeleton. 

So let me explain. Leonian explodes, and we see his skeleton imprinted in the rocks. The skeleton is at first hilariously bad. And then the Doctor, still being manipulated by the Rani, says “that sad skeleton”. And that just punches me. It’s just a weird and sad, and mournful moment. And after watching Six casually murdering people left and right, that’s a welcome moment. 

Silver Nemesis : the bad apple of the Season 25. Because yes, the Cybermen are boring generic evil robots. And there’s nothing remotely new or interesting in the plot. But Lady Peinforte is great fun, and there are still some awesome moments. Also Ace gets to kill a bunch of Cybermen. 

Dragonfire : yep. I don’t like this one that much. Actually this is a bit of a noble failure, because the story really tries. There’s some cool aesthetics, that iconic cliffhanger, lots of philosophical jokes, and perhaps the most gruesome villain’s death in the show’s history... But to me, it doesn’t quite work. I just found it boring. The plot was boring, and the resolution a bit of a rushed job. But still, yanno, they tried.

And that’s it. That’s the three below-average stories of Seven’s era. 

Delta and the Bannermen : this is a solid one. It’s a lot of fun, mixed with some horrible stuff. People will say the tone is all over the place, but that’s what Doctor Who is about. That’s one of the rare shows where you can get away with that, so enjoy and revel in it. Also it’s so weird? Delta’s baby. Guy eats jelly to turn into basically a space bee.  There’s a mysterious bee-keeper who is also a Doctory-like figure. Also some American spies, for reasons. All this versus space tourists that get disintegrated, while Kurosawa-like alien samuraïs try to genocide another alien race. It’s mad. It’s fun. It’s shocking. And best of all it doesn’t take itself seriously at all. 

Remembrance of the Daleks : I understand the love because it’s well done. The Daleks are scary. And there’s Dark!Seven in it. So it’s objectively good. I just don’t love it. I think I like Daleks stories best when there’s a moral dilemma behind, or at least some questioning behind the plot. Here it’s a bit straightforward : two Dalek factions are fighting, and Earth is in the crossfire, and the Doctor manages to find a way to destroy them all (and what a way). There’s some commentary about fascism in 1960′s Britain. And that discussion about ripples in time. It’s great! I’m just not that interested in what it has to say. 

Paradise Towers : Oh, this is a great one. I love nearly everything about it. It’s a good social satire episode, and a brilliant commentary about housing projects, brutalist architecture and its connection to fascism. Also brutalism is something that fascinates me, mainly because of its endless dystopian possibilities, so that’s right up my alley. The world-building is fascinating. You have that bleak post-apocalyptic society, where abandonned children have formed gangs and have ungoing territorial fights, cannibalistic old women, Nazi caretakers and janitors. There’s some genius decisions, like having all the Kangs have names like Fire-Escape, or Garbage-Bin, because the tower is all they’ve ever known. Sure the main villain’s acting is over the top. But everything else is great. Including Mel and Pex. 

The Happiness Patrol : I love me a good political satire. And I love everything about the aesthetics. The Tardis painted pink. The blues versus the camp. And yes the Kandyman is scary, and a great villain, because he’s a petulant child. The plot is a bit meandering at times, which is why I don’t find it as successfull as the Sun Makers, or Vengeance on Varos. But it’s still damn good. 

And now the remaining episodes are all 10/10 in my book

The Curse of Fenric : I have two minor problems with that story. The first one is the excruciatingly bad accents of the suposed-to-be Soviet soldiers. That just breaks the story whenever they speak. And the big scene between Fenric, Ace and the Doctor, when the Doctor betrays Ace doesn’t quite land for me.

Battlefield : I have raved on and on about how great Battlefield was. I should do a separate post about it. But really it’s so much more than nostalgia UNIT tour and Brigadier hommage, because there’s a whole lot of commentary and criticism aimed at UNIT and the Brig. Mainly it’s a story about how the past had its highs and lows. Like the Brig has its failures, but we love him anyway, and now it’s time to move on. And nostalgia of the past never did any good. Also Brigadier Bamberra. Enough said. 

The Greatest Show in the Galaxy : that episode scared the hell out of me. Also damn great, and so much meta. And anything involving McCoy performing magic tricks is gold. 

Ghost Light : At first the biggest WTF?? But also a story where you need to stop thinking too closely about the plot and just go with the flow, because this is a story that is held together by the images it creates. It’s not so much plot driven, as association driven. And its layers on top of layers on top of layers of metaphors, Victorian Gothic, and ferocious criticism of Victorian society and th British Empire. And to me, the best story of Classic Who. 

[sunriseoverastorea]

Marea Sleekfur

    “born nameless”

Appearance -

Gender: Female

Race: Human; likely Ascalonian descent. 

Height: 5 ft

Eye Color: Naturally pale gray, left eye red from injury/magic.

Hair Color: Black with a bluish tint.

Age: 25

The Facts -

Name Day:  Unknown, celebrates on New Years.

Romantic identification: Polyamorous

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Criminal History: N/A

Relationship Status: Single

Sweet on: Cats, Books, Candy, and Solitude

Occupation: Rogue Endeavors crew/pilot (current), Sault-Goodman Foundation viathan (current), Tyrian Accord associate (former), Scarlet Guard assassin (former), freelance/Blackclaw mercenary (former), Order of Whispers recruit (former), shopkeeper’s assistant (former), tiny pickpocket (former)

Sexual identification: Bi

Favorites –

Favorite Treat: Nearly-raw steak heavily seasoned with spices.

Favorite Drink: Hot chocolate.

Favorite Artist: None, she’s lacking in culture.

Favorite Scent: Fresh rain and old books. 

Favorite Person: Her favorite person has been dead and gone almost a year, but one pirate captain Raigar has filled her shoes as best a human can, given the difference in foot size and shape. Everyone Marea has bonded with, from friends to lovers, has come and gone; her so-called brother is her only constant, surviving relationship. Even though she mistreats him as she does everyone else, he doesn’t abandon her, so she’s determined never to abandon him.

Deeper Knowledge –

Ten Details:

⚫ Marea lost her right hand during a torture session at the hands of Johnny the Mouth, and lost her left at the hands of then-boyfriend Noctis Nightingale to appease her ex-girlfriend--but after that, decided to voluntarily have her entire left arm removed, and replaced with something cooler. She did not experience any anxiety about this drastic change, and has yet to regret it. With the arm’s many advanced modifications, she’s literally a walking weapon. 

⚫ Marea’s life has been defined by killing, since the time she was found alone in an alley by a roving band of urchins, up to the present, where an obscene body count, mostly consisting of random civilians, lies in her wake. But it was her first kill that so damaged her personality, she would never bounce back from it--she was coaxed into the murder of a Reach merchant at the age of five, before she understood the act, or even the concept of death. She was already unwell, mentally and physically, and the weight of what she had done sat on her shoulders like a creeping monster. The monster would never go away, and, eventually, she’d welcome it with open arms, so at least she could breathe again.

⚫ Marea has a near-photographic memory from the time when she lived with Rajya Sleekfur, ages 11-16. It was at this time that she rapidly learned to read and write, and she can recite dozens of historical texts from memory, along with a few novels, and of course, all of Rajya’s stories. Unfortunately, this doesn’t aid her much in her current scholarly endeavors, since she can only remember the words of the text, not the page numbers, and even in gw2, you must properly cite your sources! 

⚫ Marea developed a tolerance for raw meat during the first two years of her life with Rajya. Rajya lived as plainly as possible, eating only leftover, undesirable meat from the local butcher, and eating it raw to save firewood for the winter. Marea, new to the world of the non-homeless and not wanting to impose, insisted that she, too, could eat nothing but raw meat for the rest of her life, and Rajya, having no idea how to take care of a human child, was totally cool with that. The constant pelting of fruit at Rajya’s Rurikton apartment also helped to cement her distaste for the healthier things in life. Nobody wants to eat the food that dirty Seps throw at windows. 

⚫ Marea has lost an ever-increasing number of ‘families’ over the years. In order from first to current: Bad Urchin Family, Well-Meaning But Oblivious Charrmom, Angry Vigil Squad, Weird Kurzick Family in Their Giant Gothic Cathedral, Invincible Man & Scary Woman, Noctis Alone (Yikes), and presently, Raigar and Geneva, the Sane and Reasonable Extravaganza. Though clearly not too sane, given that they took Marea back after she threw a glass bottle at Zanyadel’s head. 

⚫ Marea is semi-immune to various natural poisons found in plants and animals around the world. Between the ages of 16 and 22, when she roamed aimlessly whilst trying not to die, she continuously ate so many inappropriate things that said things’ effects began to lessen. This isn’t as useful as you would think, given that, after eating nausea berries for the dozenth time, she actually realized what they were, and stopped eating them, even though she would merely feel sick by that point, and not vomit her stomach from her mouth. 

⚫ Marea’s old focus, which seemed to be no more than a strangely smoothed stone arrowhead, had a life of its own. After finding herself inexplicably drawn to it, picked out from the rubble of the Northern Wall amongst thousands of other loose stones, her innate disposition towards necromancy exploded forth in the form of blood fiends, which would conveniently appear whenever she was in distress, and proceed to run wild and make the situation worse. Without her focus, endearingly known as “Piece of Shit,” and its oddly aggressive tendencies toward harnessing magic, Marea would’ve died in her backstory. Really could’ve saved me a lot of time.

⚫ Despite her ‘best’ intentions, Marea often leaves a path of destruction in her wake. If she swears not to kill, she can be spotted dumping a body down a ravine the next day. If she says she won’t lose her temper, she’ll be smashing pottery against the wall ten minutes later. Trauma in her childhood makes it difficult for her to cope with emotions, and her emotions are wildly out of whack. If she gets close to you, you’re guaranteed to walk away with a black eye, either on your face, or on your heart. And though she says sorry and she cries and begs for forgiveness, her life is a circle that never stops repeating.

⚫  Marea dreams of freedom--from the problems that follow her, from the sadness and destruction in the world around her, and most of all, from herself. She doesn’t know what that means, but for many years, she was constantly on the move, trying to outrun some unseen doom at her heels. Recently she’s settled down, trying to make a life for herself amongst civilization, much as she hates it, but she still dreams of stealing Raigar’s airship and flying it away, all alone, into nothing but blue sky, where there is no one that can hurt her, no one for her to hurt, and she can waste away in the wind and the clouds. 

⚫  Marea has sought the aforementioned freedom before. She ran off to the Wastes, hoping never to return. To live in isolation in some old stucco ruin, subsisting off cacti and cactus juice for the rest of her days, with her memories and the sun for company. However, after a particularly bad run-in with an unfamiliar, monstrous creature covered in scales, she turned tail and tried to go back the way she came. Fleeing packs of mordrem wolves that seemed to take delight in her pathetic flight back to Pact lands, she quickly succumbed to dehydration, starvation, and blood loss from continuous wounds. After a month, having been wandering through a nightmare sandscape of hallucinations and necromantic jump-starts, she made it back to Camp Resolve, and bears a full layer of scars over almost every part of her body to remember the harrowing experience. 

Five Things -

Things Preferred:

- Reading in the outdoors.

- Cuddling with close friends. 

- Preying on insecurities.

- Eating FOOOOOOOD.

- Flying da airship.

Things Disliked:

- Separatists.

- Seagulls.

- Separatists.

- Most of the human population.

- Separatists.

Habits (Good or Bad):

- Murder.

- Harassing superiors.

- Telling silly jokes.

- Fidgeting.

- Explosive fury.

Personalities Drawn To:

- Funny people.

- People who give out free things.

- Strong, attractive women.

- Reluctant companions.

- Witty banterers. 

Personality Repelled From:

- Self-righteousness.

- Stoic people that don’t talk.

- Edginess without a side of cheer.

- Racists.

- The prim and proper.

Fears:

- Children.

- Mordrem.

- Theft of belongings.

- Jail life sentence.

- Being trapped in Tyria as we know it forever.

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Our buff.feathered friends are everywhere, waiting to be

watched. An interesting bird to start with is the nerf

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A girl with Obedient eyes.

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In fair Houston, where we lay our scene,

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Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their Kids bury their parents` strife.

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 Dear My Cousin,

I am having a(n) Cool time at camp. The counselour is White and the food is Furious. I met Chandler and we became Purple friends. Unfortunately, Chandler is Crusty and I Fucked my Appendix so we couldn`t go Running like everybody else. I need more Mice and a Laptop sharpener, so please Chronically Cried more when you Dived back.

Your Mother,

Bacon

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The laptop overheated when cheese melted on its monitor

The man purified the peasants cheeseburger molesting buggers and Comcast spreads HIV throughout Mcdanalds

Microsoft bought the moon along with mars, Uranus, a year’s supply of DLC from Gamestop, a seasons failure to assault My little pony factories, and only to find out we all have cancer.

Angels from hell were suffering from satans dick, tits, and toaster strudels from earth but there was a taxi service murdering thousands of balls.

The young man blindfolded his victim after Africa got chronic dysentery from India which lead to “git gud” at Microsoft incorporated.

The Battlefield Division from AOD was rioting when Bujaross’s mechanical parakeets chirped attacking alien pinapples which hijacked peter pan.

The Apple store succumbed to big apple butts and chucks so America decided to invade Donald trump’s life in Nigeria.

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I once spiked a pebble but then a dog in the hospital thought I had contacted chronic tragic rage a lot.

Whenever six flags. Tanks. Large barrel. Eventually depression. Soft killing fries

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