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Height: 5'9"
Age: who knows? Who cares? She looks about 20.
Species: cursed human sorceress.
Eye color: violet
Hair color: bluish black
Breast size: C
Obvious anatomical differences: Slight fangs, oddly durable skin.
Every power has its price.... sometimes, when one rises too high, they are hunted and eventually cast down. And that.... that is never a pleasant experience.
I had power, once. More power than this, at least. I was once a promising magi in training. But then it all fell apart.
Another student died, and evidence was found against me. Evidence that I know I did not leave behind, for I did not even know the other student. The council was furious. I was branded a traitor to wizardkind, and banished, a strong curse placed upon me to keep me at bay.
I learned, though, that there are ways around curses... many ways, indeed. I found a new instructor in an old witch living in the forest, who had been cast out as well. I learned new magic, deeper magic, older magic... darker magic. But its only appeal was its power... and power is worthless in and of itself.
I studied on my own. I learned new ways to shape energy, to manipulate it, to craft it with my will into something... new. Something living, and useful. And it was good...
And when I was ready, I went after the ones who cast me out, with my magic and my knowledge and my confidence in my power, seeking to prove them wrong... only to be cast down by the one who framed me, and cursed again... and this time, there was no escape...
My body was broken. Twisted. I was no longer human... and in my shame I could only flee... flee to my forest home, to live there for the rest of my days, not knowing the full magnitude of my curse... for I had become immortal. Undying. Unchanging, save to mature, a little. It was not until I was found by a new person, from a nearby village, that I learned the full depth of the change... that I learned the hunger.
And so, I am a hermit now. I live alone. I practice my magic, but am little more than a ghost story to most, these days. Those who do know me know to leave notes for me, rather than approach in person, should they want to converse. I am not always hungry, but I am hungry more often than not.
But I am, still... a woman. And I have my desires, and my heart still longs for certain things. I... would like company. So if you feel brave enough, or kind enough, please visit... and if you wish to learn my magic, or combat me, you can see how strong I am after all this time.
Newly redone, new writing style, new idea, same old rules. PM if interested, never ICly.
Pred and prey, and yes, a herm, though she considers herself female and indeed seems female unless she reveals her herminess.
