Haphazard-Witch

Nothing. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing; or at least that's what Emily thought when she woke from her sleep. The cot that Noah gave her was nowhere to be seen, replacing it was nothing. And yet, she was there, the only thing that existed in the vast amount of nothing. She wanted to speak. Emily quickly opened her mouth only to close it in silence, afraid if even her voice would make a sound in the void. If it did make a sound, it would only sound lost, confused, and lonely, the same feelings that were eating away at her heart. It was all happening again, she was alone, this time in nothing. Curling up in a ball, Emily closed h

Name: Emily Alberta Grant    Nickname(s): Tazbaa Gender: Female Group/Rank: Grimoire Age: 17    Birth date: July 6    Birth Place: South of North Slope Borough, Alaska Height: 5’5” (165 cm) Weight: 150 lbs. (68.04 kg) Species and Lore: Human/Witch    Lore: Old English tales say that witches came to be when wicked people would make contracts with the Devil in exchange for power. Ethnicity: Native American Appearance:    Eyes: Brown    Hair: Dark Brown; cut in a mid bob, almost a-line in structure.    Face: Oval shaped face with almond shaped eyes like her mother, can easily get bags under her eyes if she doesn't sleep

Daniel barely moved an inch before his body retaliated with pain to the point of breathing was painful. Involuntarily he let out a groan as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. From what he could make out, he was in some type of cave from the outline of the dirt walls. “Easy now,” the light sound of bells rang in through the darkness as Daniel tried to move his head about, at least his neck felt fine, a little stiff.  From the corner of his left eye, he could make out a pair of glowing eyes, and then candle light. No, it was a will-o-wisp flame, was this creature a friend then? Quickly the room was bright enough to make o