๐พ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐น๐ ๐๐ ๐พ ๐น๐พ๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ .:ใปยฐ โ ยฐใป:. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ๐ธ๐ต๐๐ท ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ต๐ฎ๐ถ๐ช๐ฐ๐ท๐ฎ
โ ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ค?
๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ? ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ? โ
โซ ๐ฉ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ - ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ป๐ต
๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ยท Gwendolyn Renรฉe Charlemagne
๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ยท Her family always call her Gwen, though her mom strings her first and middle name together if ever she's in trouble. Those at the nons school also call her Gwen, but she prefers her full name more and more as she grows up. This becomes especially true as she learns about magic. There's something particularly witchy about Gwendolyn. So while plenty of people may still fall into a habit of using the shorter version, she hopes the long and elegant one will catch on permanently๐ถ๐๐ ยท Sixteen
๐น๐ถ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ฝ ยท February 21st
๐ ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ป ๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ฝ ยท Denver, CO, USA { she was born premature while they were on a "last time without a baby" vacay. oops! }
๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐ท๐พ๐๐๐ฝ ยท 6:15 amโผ Pisces ยท โฝ Scorpio ยท โ Aquarius
๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ผ
๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ยท Dependable, resourceful, communicative, lively, persistent, enthusiastic, diplomatic
๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐ ยท Nervous, lost, overcritical especially to herself, obstinate, jealous, indecisive, patronizing, possessive๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ยท Gwen is quite torn between being two very different girls. Her parents raised her in a very strict environment with expectations she desperately wanted to meet. She always says please and thank you. Her insecurities have allowed others to walk over her and take advantage of her kindness plenty of times. She was supposed to be a wallflower, beautiful and quiet and put together. Nothing more. Is it really her instinct to stay from the spotlight, to accept being average? Her childhood may have made her believe that for years, but that's not who Gwendolyn wants to be anymore. She isn't sure who she really is under all these layers of the "good girl" she has always pretended to be. But she's finally willing to do whatever she has to in order to figure it out . . .
Discovering her chaos magic a little over a year ago disrupted everything she thought she knew about herself. She never expected that she could harness such power or be associated with something that seemed like such a direct opposite to her nature. It's a tired stereotype for chaos witches to have uncontrollable tempers and wild rebellious streaks. She made the same mistake before she joined alongside them. Gwendolyn is still a nice girl. She will probably always be so. But she is also so much more than that. Chaos is so much more than that. It has given her the confidence to be more of a leader. Her encouragement and charisma make other people feel better, and yes, she is still more than willing to go out of her way to help. But she will no longer do it at the cost of her own happiness. They cannot use it against her.
Juggling the balance between magic and hiding from her parents, Gwendolyn has developed into an exceptional liar. She doesn't go out of her way to break rules or rage against the system, but more and more, she is getting tempted to try the more unconventional, especially since she is so good at getting away with it. It seems she is growing into her troublesome phase as a late bloomer, not out of it with maturity. In fact, Gwendolyn is tired of being the mature one. She is tired of being the member who completes the entire group project by herself or says no to a party on Friday since she wants to study for the exam on Monday. She's been fighting the truth, afraid of being overpowered by her magic and losing it all. But maybe it's about time that she gives in to some of the chaos for a change.
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๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ถ๐๐๐ ยท Chaos. This means that Gwendolyn is inherently intuned to the patterns of the universe. It's like she can understand the strange interconnectedness of it all . . . only to disrupt it. Objects hum their secret frequencies to her, begging to be set free from their cage of inaction. Even reality itself seems like a river she can tap into, if she is able to tune in just right. { Note: I mean this to describe her connection to ghosts; she does not have Sight like Rosalie and whatnot. } When in a magical trance, chaos witches can fall into the universe's great cosmic rhythm. A simple skateboard set two more feet forward can cause a chain reaction of destruction. Everything is connected, and chaos witches are here to break it
๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐ ยท Gwendolyn knows she is capable of so much, which is why she hates how little she can truly accomplish. Quite often, her magic rips away from her in a blaze of pain and heat before she can complete any spell more complicated than "tie my shoe." She should be powerful. She can feel the world calling to her, dying for the freedom only chaos can bring, but she so often cannot control it. Gwendolyn harnesses so much, only to have it spin away in a useless explosion. But not even in the good way. Chaos witches are known to use their magic so much that it burns out. More than anything, Gwendolyn fears this. Magic is the thing keeping her alive, giving her soul meaning. What will she do without it? Who will she be? This can make her even more brash and destructive, which is what the new rituals can hopefully get in control. But her own desperation might get in the way before they can truly help
๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ยท Undecided. There is a stigma that chaos witches must automatically align with the dark, like all Slytherins being evil. But Gwendolyn doesn't think it has to define who she is. She is being highly pressured to make a decision, though no one has been able to convince her to see the benefit of either side yet
๐ป๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ถ๐ ยท A sable mask ferret named Amadore, which means gift of love
๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐น ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ยท A music box that her grandfather passed down to her in his will๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ธ๐ ยท Spellcasting. Gwendolyn wants to be good at her specialty, but as that appears to be beyond her capabilities right now, she often settles for average magic that is not aligned to a specific discipline. Of course, this makes her repertoire quite dull, but at least it doesn't destroy her
๐ธ๐๐๐ท๐ถ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ธ๐ ยท Hand-to-hand. Although not refined, she finds that the explosion that comes from uncontrolled chaotic magic can often make her a formidable foe. However, the trance required makes her very vulnerable, so she often relies on hand-to-hand tactics to protect herself. She knows that advanced chaos witches can be in a trance and aware of the world at the same time, which would allow her to be more successful in combat, but Gwendolyn wonders if she will run out of magic before she can even try to get there๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ยท Part of Gwendolyn's biggest problem is that she actually has not found a center yet. Don't get her wrong; she has tried a million different ones. But traditional ones, like special moments with her family or friends, haven't been powerful enough to bring her down from the ledge of magic. This is something she is quite sensitive about, and she frequently lies to those outside her friend group that it's something to do with going to the beach with her parents. Of course, the magical instructors can clearly see through the fact that there is nothing grounding her, but until she can tap into something, there's nothing they can do to help her anyway
๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ถ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐ช๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ป๐
๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ยท Mary got caught up in the wave that was Pierce and his need to be the best. Maybe she could have been sweet, successful, and a good mother all on her own. But she was forever determined not to be divorced, and that meant changing herself constantly to keep up with the man she had pinned down at the young ages of 19. Mary can be ruthless in her expectations. Perhaps she should have been a Congressman's wife with the way she can keep up appearances. There's never been so much as a wrinkle in her pressed pencil skirt. And she does love her daughter and husband, in her own way. But she never wanted to have another child; not after what pregnancy did to her. Mary refuses to accept that almost everything she has achieved or adored is meaningless. Though her beginning to come to that conclusion might be why she is starting to sink her claws into Gwendolyn more and more these days. Denial is a very, very powerful magic even witches can't control
๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ยท Pierce Charlemagne knew the struggle of poverty from his own childhood, and he worked tirelessly to become successful. It did all go to his head a little bit, especially with most of his siblings remaining quite lower middle class. He can't help but feel a little smug, right? Wouldn't they be as successful if they had worked harder? But Pierce was always more white-passing, always quick to dismiss his St. Lucian heritage in favor of embracing American ideals. Naive to his privilege but more than happy to take advantage of it. He wants to embody the American dream, even if it means living solely for his job in an accounting firm and being unfulfilled in every other way. Pierce has high expectations for his daughter as well, but is often too absent of a parent to actually pay attention to what she's up to. As long as her grades are up and the wife isn't complaining, it can't be too bad, right?
๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐น๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ยท Oliver Nez was a hardworking man. He learned of his magic while still living in his family home on the Navajo reservation in Utah. He was gifted with the Sight, which compelled him to go to Avon, Massachusetts to connect with the coven there. But he couldn't stay. Once he joined, his Sight propelled him off again, this time to North Carolina. He liked the simple things and, perhaps from the outside, it would seem like he lived a rather unremarkable life. He was one of those sweethearts that struck up a conversation with everyone and became best friends with his mailman. He fell deeply in love, was a wonderful father to two children, and got to help one of his grandchildren connect with magic. Almost no one knows the truth of his time; he wasn't a semi-truck driver like he told his family. That was just to explain his long absences of traveling around the world for his coven. Oliver died with many secrets locked far, far away. If only those secrets died with him
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๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐บ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆโ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ,
๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด. ๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต ๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐บ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด.
๐๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ด๐ธ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ,
๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ต ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด: ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต,
๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ญ๐บ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง.โ โ โ โ โ โ Though not the religious type, Gwendolyn was raised in a very conservative environment. Her family came to Massachusetts from North Carolina, and a stubborn pride of looking perfect from the outside came with them. Her mother stayed at home to take care of her because no one else could be trusted, until one day, Grandpa Oli surprised everyone by wanting to move north too. Something about reconnecting to his roots. He didn't have to explain it to his daughter; she didn't have any magic. But he insisted that she finally go back to work and leave the responsibility of Gwen to him. After all, he could sense the magic inside of her. He had it too. The two of them were inseparable until the day he died, and that loss still leaves a gaping hole in the heart of "his little buttercup." Grandpa Oli was there for her in the initial shock of finding out she was a witch, but he was gone when Gwendolyn discovered the truth of her chaos magic. Had he always suspected? Would he know how to help her if he were here now?
โ โ โ โ Gwendolyn knows she is much more than the average suburban girl she was raised as, but every time she finds a new answer, it simply leads to more complicated questions. Especially now that she can . . . YIKES . . . see, talk to, and hear certain ghosts. Apparently, some of her chaotic attunement to the universe means connecting with the beyond on occasion. Except, just her luck, Gwen doesn't seem to be able to connect with any of the helpful ones. And now a deceased teenage girl { ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐๐ป๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ } keeps following her around. She has poured through the magical libraries trying to find answers to all her problems, and that was when she stumbled across a confusing ancient text of rituals that should connect to the very foundations of magic. Now, to understand them without getting herself and all of her friends killed . . .
๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ด๐ฐ๐ป๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ญ
๐๐๐น๐๐ ยท Estelle Chen โ Tentatively changed to Zahara Davis if that's allowed. I didn't see the thing about photos together until it was much too late, so that's my bad. I can change her back if it's a problem. Just let me know!
๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ยท I was actually equally torn between Gwen and Felicity, so I would consider it more than perfect to play either. My two choices after Fee would be Eleni then Estrella.
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