Profile
Race
This vessel of flesh appears norman, but beware lest the ancient dragon sealed in my left (or right) eye awakens...
Gender
Following the course of the moon, a woman now in beautiful youth's bloom
Age
This soul has traveled time's cycle since its dawn, and you dare ask such a bold question...?
Height
140cm (without hat); 190cm (with hat)
Weight
The weight of a shadow at midnight; of the moon's pale rays...
Hobbies
Learning magic, reading old books, practicing magic, thinking up titles for things, plumbing the secret cursed histories of the world
Likes
Magic, mystery, casting spells, feeling smart, grimoires, Pummel von Geisthimmel, sweets
Dislikes
Feeling short, being treated like a child, being bored, people with poor vocabularies
Unending tomes and halls of knowledge, a girl of great power
Stymied by the gods' fearful hands, yet now is this girl's hour
Beware, foolish gods, and tremble in your realm
For the great mage Reifa now awakes with a yawn...
Description
A young woman with amber eyes and unruly, long pink hair. She is rarely seen without her large hat, and her lips are often twisted into a frown.
Personality
Background
Excerpts from the Diary of a Witch
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Page 12: A Poem
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- Today, once more, I ventured to the secret floor
- Where whispers of spirits spin and whirl,
- And mysteries of this world's magic unfurl.
- The mystic lock came free, a spell-keyed door.
- Alone, once more, the books I perused,
- Pages old and worn and used,
- Whispered to me of the demons abused,
- And injustices forgotten evermore.
- The gods above look down on we,
- But a single witch alone does she
- Raise her amber eyes on high
- And dare to ask the mighty 'why'?
- An order made by gods and mortals,
- A labyrinth of twisted portals,
- From its dark heart comes wicked chortles,
- And wherefore the aggressive turtles?
- Natural though the powers say,
- This order was fashioned day by day,
- By the hands of those with sway,
- But brittle it is, like earthen clay.
- One with ambition, who defies fate,
- One with power, who cannot ignore hate,
- One with sharpness of mind,
- One whose blood conceals a link to demonkind.
- Above the ancient ruins, the site of sin,
- With her nose, a book buried in,
- The great witch bides her time...
- But will one day the unjust order redesign.
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Page 22: Musings
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| The fools around me quake in fear, knowing that the reckoning of the gods draws near! They cower, they hide, and with spells, they bide the time that was once prophesied. Heinous are these crimes to Reifa, who would see the world safer for those who live not in the light but skulk around in darkest night through necessity, not weakness or cruelty. The Council calls Reifa strange, but little do they know the knowledge her mind does arrange. Long histories of the world does Reifa know, and through the secret passages of time her mind will go, piecing together the secrets that show their forms to those who seek. And in the unjust annals, monstrous forms become something much more meek: an ally, perhaps, to the weak, who fall on the wrong side of the blade. For history is not done, it is made!
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Page 43: To Freyr, the Fallen God
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- Freyr, o father of elves and bearer of the broken sword
- To thee, I call! Move history forward!
- The tears for your children, dry them quick
- And empower your daughter's magic.
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RP Hooks
Trivia
- Though few people know, a mistaken incantation by Reifa was the final crack in Satan Morroc's seal. Because of this, she is considered a person of interest by the Prontera Chivalry.
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