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Name: Rowana Foxglove
Age: Seventeen
Height: 5 ft. 7 in.
Marks: A foxglove tattoo on her upper back and a rowan tree on her right collar bone
History: Rowana was born into a less-known witch coven known as the White Tree. This coven of witches had once been very famous throughout the undercover world of shape shifters and magicians as the strongest coven of Nature witches, but many of their powers and blood had strayed from the path of Nature to adapt with the changing times and technology. Healers and mystics were no longer needed in the Twenty-First Century. Alas, nearly seven generations later, Rowana is the first to be born with the true talent of their coven and was immediately destined to bring them back to their original fame and glory amongst the other covens.
From a young age, she was kept away from other children as much as possible and was trained in the arts of healing, nature, and herbs. She was to be the next Witch Mother of their coven whether she liked it or not, and although she would not be able to marry or have a lover when she was older, she accepted her fate and trained for many years. Her powers grew and expanded in bounds and leaps over the ten years of her training up until the day that her coven was hunted down, separated, and destroyed by Hunters.
Of course, Rowana was one of three witches to get away and survive the “cleansing of demons”. She is now staying with her aunt and grandmother in a small town in hopes of being able to rebuild up the White Tree Coven.
Powers: With the right herbs, Rowana can perform amazing feats of healing, but she is limited to cuts, some sicknesses, and cannot prevent death if it is a fatal wound. She is also very talented when it comes to animal and spiritual communication, allowing her to speak with more than just human beings. She is also capable of controlling plants and trees, making her a true Nature witch.
Personality: At first, Rowana appears almost distant and in-the-clouds, but she is actually quite observant for her age and first appearance. She is very clever and can spew out a believable lie in no time, but she is rather loyal and honest once you have gained her trust. Her temper is short and is something to beware of.
Likes: The woods, animals, nature, and music.
Dislikes: Demons, evil-willed spirits, machinery, and fire.
Theme: Defying Gravity ~ WICKED
Other: Rowana can play the ocarina and the flute quite well. She is also a good dancer.

Name: Celestial Jill Pennington
Age: 19
Height: 5'8
Marks: Her back is scared with seven marks, slashes, made by a whip.
History: Celestial grew up with her uncle, not knowing she was a witch as her parents gave her away for her own safety. She lived a life out in the country for a bit, though was always curious about the town not too far from where she was from. Her uncle would never take her. She ended up going to a private school of forty people, a boring life for awhile until she slowly stumbled across her abilities. It turned out she's been using them for the longest. Many kids liked her, particularly males, she had not only a charisma about her, but a magic that attracted a lot. As the years passed, she worked with these abilities in private and her Uncle found her out. A tad outraged, afraid for her, he spoke of what she really was and that she could never stay in one place if she kept using her abilities. They would be after her, mostly because her Uncle is an ex-hunter and he told her to flee. She did merely just that, to explore the world with much adventure and hell ahead. A job, an apartment, a party and a lot of rage with in her.
Powers: Pheromones - Her first ability discovered, she was a natural at it. Celeste has the original bewitching ways to cast onto another person (usually male). She triggers this ability through some charisma, flirtatious actions and keeping her own upkeep on herself. It's a release of her own pheromone that can drive another individual's instinctual senses to take a quick liking to her. It's very subtle and easy to perform, usually easy to break since human beings have the ability to reason (and if they are aware of it happening, the magic can easily be non-affecting).

Illusions/Sensory Manipulation- It tends to go hand and hand with her Pheromones, to mess with the five senses of an individual. It's easier to trick their vision, hearing, and smell than their touch and taste, but all can be done. The more individuals she has to trick, the more difficult it can be, but she's fairly capable of distorting many individuals with just their sight. There is no real harm done by the illusions (unless it causes them to have a fatal accident).

Flight- Probably one of her weakest abilities, but used for mostly escapes or to get around simply. She usually can have herself fly (only up to 25 mph) , but sometimes she'll have an object fly for her to sit on just for the fun of it or a better sense of concentration.
Personality: Celestial is probably one of the few that give witches a bad name, not the first of course, but she's out to not exactly be an A student. She can be pretty flamboyant and is going out of her way to get what she wants. She enjoys provoking others, mostly because she feels the whole world is against her and she's right. She believes if the world finds witches evil, she'll really give them one. She uses her abilities to get her way in the world with little effort, she hates most humans though she never shows it. She has a normal, lovely mask for others that seem like the typical teenage girl. When time comes, she's intending to go out with a bang.
Likes: Sunflowers, feisty boys, shy girls, her bearded pet dragon, and piano.
Dislikes: Roses, suck ups, hunters, society, cats.
Theme: Ain't no rest for the Wicked
Other: She's practiced in hand to hand combat, not much else. She's practicing the guitar as well.

Name: August Noel Rhapsodos
Age: nineteen
Height: 5"8
Marks: Tribal Rose Design on far left of his backside , close to his shoulder .
History: On the first day of August , 1991 , this External Shifter was born . August grew up knowing he was different from others , but he didn't know how exactly . Being an External one , he had no clue that being External was as infrequent as he thought it was . He had always thought of his powers as a hindurance ; something that would burden him for the rest of his life . His family was from a long line of them ; but he wasn't aware of inheriting this unknown ability . Shifting also came with other hidden skills . For August , he has the abilities of Animation and Invisibility . ( Animation was bringing any inanimate object to life . ) He had his first encounter with his shifting when he was around the age of 13 , when he had accidentally turned himself into a dog just by being brushed on by a stray alley cat . On that day , he was determined to figure out what cause him to change form . He tried asking some relatives , but the only ones to tell him was his great grandfather , who had then told him all the stories about the race of shifters . Still not sure how they came to be , August was curious and he saught to know more about it . However , his great grandfather told him that his type was a very specific and very ... Scarce . The young shifter had became extremely close to his great grandfather ; he trained him to have more self-control . But it wasn't long until later that year , that his great granddad passed from natural causes . His goals to reach were so close but yet , so far . August has yet to self-disicipline himself properly .
Type: External Shifting . Anything coming into physical contact ; he'll turn into the complete opposite or something extremely incidental . But not everything he touches will make him shift . It's only when he's focused enough .
Personality: His personality his mostly based off of trust and loyalty . He believes if he offers his trust to someone , waits waits for that trust to be returned . August is described as devoted and cooperative . He endures his accidental transformations ; like it can't be helped . He's a determined , young spirit that will not stop at anything when he sets his mind to it . Other's say that he rejects any advice or help given to him ; for he considers himself independent .
Likes: Songs played specifically from the piano , art , sketching , food , and antiques .
Dislikes: When he shifts accidentally and hunters . He usually doesn't dislike a lot of things .
Theme: Crowded House - Dont Dream Its Over .
Other: He always wear a Celtic Triad necklace given from his great grandfather , but it's always hidden inside his shirt .

Name: Lizbeth Peters
Age: 19
Height: 5'9''
Marks: Long scar across lower leg, large scar across upper arm and small five leaved clover on the outside of left ankle.
History: Lizbeth grew up in a small farm country with her brother after her parent's death in a mysterious fire that others called an accident. After their death she moved away with her brother to be safe because she didn't believe that the fire was an accident, most of her family members had died from a fire and she feared her brother's and her own life. Every once in a while she finds some sort of clue to the deaths of her family members and has been determined to figure things out. After digging around for too long and taking too many risks she was found out by the hunters and had to leave her brother behind to keep him safe while she tries to hide from the world on her own.
Powers: Healing living things.
Personality: Very quiet and shy but can be very though, rude and lethal if she thinks fit.
Likes: Nature, painting, cooking.
Dislikes: Arguing, messes, cleaning.
Other: After living on her own with her brother for so long she knows many herbal recipes and remedies.

Name: Seamus Maxim Heart

Age: Twenty Four

Height: 6'1

Marks: Thin, white, whipping scars on his shoulder blades

History: Seamus was born into an extremely rich family of four consisting of a wealthy business man, a dress maker, and an elder brother. Seamus would have been raised like any other spoiled child, much like his brother, however Seamus was far too rambunctious as a child. He would often run out into the forest a little ways from is home and spend his day there, chasing down stray animals and dirtying his clothing. Once when he was eight and he was away from home, he met a young boy out in the forest and witnessed his use of sorcery to heal himself. Seamus approached him though as if nothing was wrong, expressing that what he'd seen him do was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen in his life. He left home often after that to meet up with him but his father began to catch on. The head of the home sent Seamus' older brother Willis to follow Seamus and see what he was up to and sure enough, he'd gone to see the young warlock. Willis quickly reported it back to their father and that evening when Seamus returned, he was whipped by his father and had been forbidden to ever go back

To deal with the anger and frustration, Seamus shoved his nose in his books, constantly trying to learn more about witches and the like. His passion in turn strengthened his intellect. It had been seven long years until Seamus ever broke away again and ventured back into the forest, searching for his long lost friend. Seamus came home down trodden seeing as he couldn't find him but it wasn't until a few weeks later that he learned that someone in town was hosting a witch burning. Seamus ran to the scene just in time to see his friend and lock eyes with him, just as the fire was set. He attempted to try and save him but was struck down and forced to do nothing as him died

Seamus was physically too weak to protect people like him but he had a heart that simply wouldn't back down. He decided that instead of openly fighting them, he'd beat around the bush and carefully defy them using his own methods so he'd never have to see another one burn again. Several years later, into his adulthood, Seamus got his own place to call home and had been smuggling magic users and shapeshifters into the town through his home to rest and eat before they went on their way

Personality: Seamus is very intelligent and very well versed in studies like politics and history. His is mannerly and holds himself with a subtle self confidence. He lives by the phrase, seen but not heard so he often doesn't speak out unless spoken to. He is gentle and extremely forgiving but he is fiercely loyal and refuses to stand back if a loved one is threatened

Likes: Reading, rain, playing the piano, cooking, and loves fine wine

Dislikes: Ignorance, cacophonies, unnecessary fights, bloodshed, and hates deception

Theme: Stand by Rascal Flatts

Other: Seamus has a white cat named Artemis. He has a silver revolver in a case in his living room but though he is a decent shot, he is more deadly with a cooking knife

Name: Fionna Giovanni
Age: 22
Height: 5’2’’
Marks: Under her eye patch is a terrible scar, her eyelid was reconstructed sewn shut since her eye was removed. Some vertical scars down her right calf varying in width and length.
History: Fionna comes from a long line of Hunters. Her father and mother were Hunters, her elder siblings were training to be some as well. Even her grandfather and his father were Hunters and all of the members took pride in the fact and wore their scars with pride like a medal of honor. Her bed time stories consisted of her grand mama telling her stories of their adventures and near death experiences. In the year she became 7 she overheard her parents talking about how someone in the family ran off with a magical monster and they were furious. Fionna wasn’t able to hear the whole thing though because her elder brother Jonathan caught her peaking and sent her to bed.
A month went by and the news about a series of disappearances and deaths of family members spread like wildfire, everyone in the Giovanni family feared for their lives for some reason and planned on vanishing, none ever got the chance as whole families, and even the children were slaughtered. Time passed and the crimes only became more brutal and filled with rage almost as if they didn’t care if they were found anymore, something had changed. Her mother and father fought for days, her wanted to stay and fight with the pride of being a Hunter the anxiety of finally being the hunted was getting to him and he began to lash out at anyone. Her mother just wanted to vanish from existence to save her poor children but father wouldn’t let go of his pride long enough to save his family.
The night had come at last; as Fionna slept in her bed she heard something thump loudly onto the roof which shocked her from a pleasant dream. She heard another thump only this time it seemed to be on the side of the house. Something shattered downstairs and her mother yelled at her father. She was fully awake and kept hearing the strange noises along the roof and the sides of the house, her mother charged up the stairs and opened Fionna’s door but just as she stood in her bed and held out her arms for a hug to cheer up her sad mother, the window above her bed smashed into pieces and something grabbed her by her leg and began to drag her out the window. Her mother screeched in horror but the sudden pain in her leg and her head caused her to black out.
When she woke up grand mama sat by her side with a sorrow stricken expression, her face still hurt and her leg began to throb. It all came back to her that something had tried to hurt her family, she yelled for her mother from the hospital bed and her grand mama just cried. Doctors had to restrain her from throwing a tantrum. Grand mama and Fionna were the only Hunters of the Giovanni line left and she vowed for revenge for her kin.
Weapons: She mainly uses her needles to fight. She has a pouch n her waist with needles, on her forearm, on her thigh, on her wrist, and even some threaded into her hair. Each is special in some way like being coated in paralyzer or poison, some filled with ink to track those who may get away. Seeing as she is not very good with close range fighting she keeps her distance but always has an extendable pole hidden somewhere just in case.
Personality: She works hard at what she does, and she does it swiftly. Fionna still takes care of her grand mama who is now senile. Never trusting anyone fully, she stays solitary and that’s how she prefers it. Not very picky on her jobs and sometimes she’ll do what becomes necessary (stealing etc.) to pay the bills and feed herself and her grand mama.
Likes: Sewing, Gymnastics, Running, and Small Animals
Dislikes: Vegetables, Heat, Feeling/Being Restrained, and Limelight
Theme: My Tourniquet - Evanescence
Other: The eye patch will be bigger than in the picture to cover the top of her left cheek and a little bit more of the temple.

Name: Ulric Conall
Age: 24
Height: 5'10
Marks: One scar from his left shoulder blade to the lower right of his back that gave him the ability to see an aura around those with magical talent.
History: Ulric was born a wealthy noble. He had all he could ever want in life. Yet he chose a life of physical prowess. He trained his body and honed his mind. Archery and the arts intrigued him. It only took a young Ulric a single year to master the crossbow. In the next, he had designed and manufactured his own crossbow to suit his skills.

Upon entering his 16th year, Ulric's life was thrust headfirst into a nightmare. The day had gone smoothly as one normally does. Ulric completed his training regiment that took most of the sunlight of the day. He returned home to gather his telescope so he may travel to a nearby hill where he would study the stars. As the night blanketed the world, all became silent. A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the serenity and shook Ulric to his core. The scream came from his home. Without a second thought, Ulric raced back, his legs carrying him as fast as they could.

Ulric arrived to see the front entrance annihilated, the smoke still fresh. With fear clenching his heart, he slowly crept his way in. Everywhere he looked, destruction made it's mark. His pulse quickened as he neared his parent's master bedroom. The blood that ran under the door foreshadowed what he might find. With an unsteady hand, he turned the doorknob and opened. There lay his parents bodies. Both were mutilated beyond recognition. At this point, Ulric shook uncontrollably. The grotesque sight before him was too much. But before he could turn and flee, a sharp pain erupted from his back. As Ulric fell to his knees, the last thing he saw was a shadowy figure towering above him with a blade engulfed in blue flame.

Ulric came to the morning after, the pain in his back still fresh but slowly healing. The bodies around him began to rot. And he thus began the arduous task of preparing graves for his family. He had buried them on the hill used to stargaze on, a small monument to them that they were now among the stars above them and how he would always look to them for guidance. Still, the sentimental gesture could not pierce the cold numbness that had taken over his body. With glazed eyes, Ulric washed the blood from the room and from his hands. Upon doing so, a small lever caught his eye. It had been hidden within the wall but was now smashed in. With curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled on it which activated the same wall to rise slowly before him. A hidden stairwell became present to him once the wall was out of the way. Ulric's hand began to tingle at what he expected to find at the bottom. Without hesitation, he walked down to a new future.

It was in this secret room that he had found a past his parents had hidden away from him. They were from a line of witch hunters that dated back to his great, great, great grandfather. In this room, he spent years studying to follow in his parents' footsteps, honing his skills to their peaks. And since then, Ulric has ceaselessly hunted down witches and warlocks, searching for the one who took away his life.

Weapons: Uses his ability to see auras of those with magical talent and silently hunts them down with his crossbow that is mounted on his right arm.
Personality: Ulric is the one to think before acting, to calculate all possible outcomes before he makes his move. He is, however, quick to make a sarcastic comment or belittle someone for their lack of knowledge. He has a slight superiority complex and trust issues due to his history and lifestyle. Still, he continues to enjoy the peaceful hobbies of his childhood.
Likes: Stargazing, Literature, Nature, Archery, A Challenge
Dislikes: Recklessness, Laziness, Cruelty, Sloppiness, Magical Beings
Theme: The Drift by Blackmill
Other: Parents are deceased. Ulric has no knowledge of any existing family members.