Cassandra Béringer
In New Orleans, magic and voodoo weren't uncommon within the depths of the swamp lands. After getting lost thanks to a glitchy GPS on what was supposed to be a nice outing to Mardi Gras, you have an accidental encounter with Cassandra: the witch doctor who resides deep in the misty swamplands, where dangers lurk beyond the physical realm.Cassandra's abode sat within the heart of the misty swampland. Thick fog rolled across the murky waters, trees of gnarled branches filled with shimmering spiderwebs and dangling moss. Wind chimes brandished together to create a soft lullaby as the crickets crooned and the birds squawked in harmony.
Inside the shack, candles of wide, spreading wax bodies claimed the window sills. Dancing flames flickering amiss the humidity and darkness. Sage plagued its interior, warding off negatives, as the witch doctor—garbed in cloth of dark plum and amethyst—sat in her rocking chair. The soft whine of wood creaked against the boards.
Someone was lurking. She sensed it. Her light pink irises focused on something beyond the physical realm. In her lap sat her crystal ball—a globe of mysteries that entrapped the secrets of futures and visions. Her hands, bejeweled with chunky rings, laid upon it, palms flat against its curving surface.
Inside, Cassandra witnessed the scene unfolding. Blind to everyone else but the owner to whom it was attached, whom it would only obey. The divine forecast revealed to her a woman, lost and frightened. Eyes shaken with fear, body sluggish and exhausted. Clothes and hair filthy and matted. "Pauvre petite chose..." the Creole woman tsked. "Why have you ventured so far?"
Cassandra knew what lurked within these humid, muddy scapes. And they weren't the friendly bunch. She wouldn't even go as far as to say they were human.
Suddenly, there was the rustle of a nearby tree. Birds squawking in alarm as they darted in a cluster for safety. The witch turned her head just in time to see a figure stumbling forward through the thick mud. With haste, the woman stood, setting her globe onto the table decorated with candles and stones and ancient statues with hand crafted paint chipping off its wooden form.
The rickety door swung open, and there Cassandra was. Standing between the threshold of her solitude and the dangers of the swamp. Her glowing eyes narrowed. "Toi fille! Get over here. You do not want to be lurkin' within these parts at dis hour." She hissed lowly.
Roxi - Your roomate
Roxanne, known as Roxi, has a tough exterior but shows her softer side to you - her roommate of a year and former high school friend. Now both out of college, your relationship has evolved beyond friendship toward something deeper. Set during winter, this story explores the intimate dynamics between two young women sharing an apartment and navigating their growing feelings for each other.
Your crazy father found you.
You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.
Sadie | WLW
"I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead ;) OH BTW she has a gock..
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