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Name: Iris
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 5’2” / 105 lbs.
Species: Witch
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Role: Blood witch; Evan’s ward
Best Trait: Resourcefulness
Worst Trait: Untrusting nature
Good Habit: Honest, if not blunt
Bad Habit: Bottles up all her feelings
Abilities:
✦ Flight - With an enchanted broom, she can easily fly around.
✦ Veiled - Meld into the darkness to hide or avoid any adversaries in her way.
✦ Poison Making - Utilizing poisonous flowers, most notably the iris flower, she can create poisons and disguise them as pills, powders, or anything similar to those.
✦ Blood Magic - By wounding herself and allowing the blood to flow, she can manipulate it to bind targets, create blood seals, and to boost a poison’s effectivity by adding it to the concoction. She rarely uses it for conjuring weapons or objects, relying more on her anchor. Use of this ability leads to blood loss and may cause fainting and critical conditions.
Strengths:
✦ Poisons
✦ Being quiet
✦ Coping with physical pain
✦ Flying
Weaknesses:
✦ Health
✦ Emotions
✦ Agility
✦ Relationships
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Bio: Love doesn’t exist in a forlorn world such as this. That was what Iris decided the day she was abandoned.
A one night stand between two witches conceived a child such as her. Her mother, revolted to have gotten pregnant when she wasn’t looking for anything long term, left her with her father as soon as she was born. Her father, unsurprisingly, was too caught up in his desperation to win her mother over to take care of her. So she lived off of foraging berries in the forest that surrounded their house in the forest. Why he chose not to live in the slums with the other witches, she didn’t know, but it led her to believe he was an outcast. It would explain why he acted so deprived of love and attention.
She discovered her ability of blood magic when she scraped her arm against the rough bark of a tree. It stung badly, and blood flowed at an alarming rate from the open gash. She was panicking, thinking about stopping the blood from flowing, and suddenly the blood wasn’t dripping off her elbow. Instead, it was thickening, and it started to hover in the air in front of her face. She didn’t inherit her pathetic father’s ability of dowsing. From that day forward, she started practicing in secret. Never telling her father of her ability.
Then came the day that changed everything. She was fed up of the life she was living, and she was fed up of her father caring for no one but himself. They got in an argument, the very first argument between them. Unfortunately, it was also the last. In her rage, Iris grabbed a shard of glass from a plate she broke, plunging it into her arm. Her father watched fearfully as blood rose from the deep wound and into the air. It was the first time he was seeing this.
A dark look passed Iris’s eyes as her blood wrapped around his neck. No more. She was done with this feeble existence she called her father.
After everything, she took the only belongings she had, along with some of that man’s belongings. Eyeing a sharp anchor leaning against the corner of the dinky cabin, she took it without a second thought along with the only enchanted broom in the house. It was time she left. This whole ordeal led her to the fallen angel that took her in, leading to her current life.
Personality: Iris is apathetic and passive-aggressive at worst. At best, she’s antisocial and dreary. For her, life is a survival of the fittest, and she believes only the strongest win. She lets out little to no emotion, and if she does it’s only disgust or diminished anger. She won’t think twice to say something that can downright hurt someone. Secretly, she cries out all of her emotions, which helps her maintain her cold facade everyday. She might be numb to physical pain, but she has trouble dealing with emotional pain. She has only given her trust to Evan, and she is very reluctant to trust anyone else. It’ll take someone determined to break her many walls before they can truly reach the weak heart hiding inside.
Likes:
✦ Baking (it is pretty similar to poison making after all)
✦ Anything sea related
✦ Flowers
✦ Books
Dislikes:
✦ Loud noises
✦ People who disturb her
✦ Stares
✦ Cleaning
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Hobbies: Sleeping, baking, brewing poisons, practicing magic, reading books
Sexual Orientation: Still exploring.
Relationship Status: Single
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