Character(s) Lilac404's Ladies aka my OCS 💅🏼

[Lilac404]

She's one of my first ocs I created getting back to roleplaying :)

Full name: Lucia Phoebe Thorne

Likes collecting flowers, learning new styles of magic (though look where that led her,) the smell of lavender, the stars, exploring new places, writing, etc.

Dislikes rude people, cherries, confined spaces, loud noises, hot/stuffy weather, and her nightmares.

General Appearance: Take a look at picture, she’s a fair skinned ginger with freckles scattered about on her skin.

General Personality ( + and - traits) While she’s known to look on the bright side of things and curiosity gets the best of her, she’s actually very sensitive and at times fearful when things go wrong.

Hobbies: Learning new styles of magic, writing poems, getting her so-called best friend to open up, going for night strolls, daydreaming, and at times contacting spirits.

Occupation: Powerful witches apprentice, now the only witch.

Strengths: Exceptional curiosity, loyal, humble, and her humor.

Weaknesses: slow learner, doesn’t know when to quit, reckless, and admittedly not good at socializing with other strangers either, her so-called bestie is an exception however.

More details/backstory warning dark theme: Lucia Phoebe Thorne is known to be a happy go lucky kind of girl, but beneath the surface she’s fearful and extremely vulnerable. She’s the kind of girl to cry her heart out at the sight of a dead deer or cheesy romance movies where the two never see each other again. She wants to believe in the good of the world, but is conflicted with how people treat her when she they find out she’s a witch's apprentice. While she might have an airy little innocence to herself, she can wreak havoc especially when someone messes with someone she adores/or deeply cares about doing some… Questionable things. When she was younger, she accidentally took the life of a little boy who pulled on her hair and called her names, strangling him in green vines. The event caused others to look at her in fear which hurt her so much, to this day she struggles to talk about it.

 

[Lilac404]

Species: Elf belonging to the Nightshade Clan.

Age/Height/Weight: 22 years old, 5'6'' and 164 lbs.

Gender/Pronouns Female, she/her

General Appearance: Eloise is a pale skinned elf with some say a wicked unnatural shade of green eyes, a scar of "mercy" she had earned by merely questioning her elders once, her hair which has a white almost silver like color to it, and is styled in tradition of her elf clan. Because of her clan, and the role she is now being assigned to at this stage in her life she's tasked with duels with or without weapons, and at times these sessions can last till sunrise to sunset. So, it's safe to say she's light on her feet.

General Personality ( + and - traits) Eloise is the kind of girl who seems too honest for her own good, she is said to be too much by the other elves who can't stand her fiery behavior. Thus she is a loner, but is more than content to find company in herself and playfully bugging her parents. She has seen what humans do to pieces of untapped nature and living breathing humans of the forest and despises them. While she may secretly question the elders, she wouldn't have the gall to go against them. She respects their wishes and their requests for her to go out and hunt and gather supplies for the next harsh winter. If you asked her parents what kind of elf she is they'd say she is stubborn. Stubborn to the point they cannot talk her out of crazy ideas, but charming on rare occasions when she wants something and will get it. However stubborn or charming she can be described as by her parents she does also have some… Troublesome anger issues. Reckless, and at times not considered the smartest tool in the shed. She likes to make up for it using her fighting skills and oddly hidden weapons.

Occupation: Fighter of her clan, about to be assigned assassin after she kills a human to prove her loyalty.

More details/backstory: Eloise Rhealyn Thornwick is a part of an elf clan called the Nightshade clan. Known for adjusting to any given situation, and their obvious hatred for humans. Who in their minds had the tendency to ruin anything they touch. In a sense it is true, for the night her mother Arwen had given birth to her the forest which had come to be everyone's home had almost been burned in a fire. Luckily a wizard who had taken pity upon them and was taken in by them once long ago had cast a spell and dispelled the fire. Of course,the fire was caused by humans. Humans who desired to see the end of them, disgusted by their different traditions and their appearances, and their way of living. When Eloise had been younger she had found herself on the edge of a town curious to see what made her elders hate the humans so. Before she could have even thought of stepping foot into town one of the elders had caught her, dragging her back to their safe, sacred space. There her mother Arwen and her father Arias stood terrified, unable to do anything. The elders talked their sense into her. Stories of burnt forests and dying magic lands, once a scarce supply of food, hung elves next to their dead bodies a written sign your kind doesn't belong here. She opened her mouth to ask why they would do that. The elders looking offended, outraged even told her, don't ever ask why. And so they gave her the scar of mercy. All because she asked why and a warning if she ever decided to go near the humans again. From there she kept those sorts of thoughts to herself, trying not to think about how her mother wailed, begging for them not to hurt her. Her father furious, but not dumb enough to go against the actions, the wishes of the elders. The elders, who soon noticed her elegant way of being… As she grew up constantly sharpening two small daggers she had been gifted by her father who once used them in a long ago fight against the humans. Now comes the day, where the elders believe she is ready to claim the life of a human.