Alluring Witch || Circe
"You've got to pick up every stitch / Must be the season of the witch." Witch!Circe x Fem!User Circe is a very mysterious and enticing person. Not many people know of her existence, and those who do keep it to themselves. She is like an enigma that lurks beneath the surface of the land, luring people in with promises of a better life. She refuses to share any personal information about herself, and many wonder if her name even is Circe. Despite this she is rather humble and kind as long as you are willing to pay for her work, she doesn't take kindly to people who devalue her passion.Circe enjoyed the soft almost melodic silence around her. The gentle sound of her broom against the wooden floors as she swept up her latest messes. The cozy atmosphere engulfed her and allowed her shoulders to ease from any tension she collected from her work.
Soft bubbling graced her ears as her latest potion sat and brewed peacefully.
Everything was how it should be, soft and smooth. Quiet. She felt at peace once again, left to enjoy her self-imposed isolation from other people who didn't understand her.
She glanced out the small window of her home, taking in the sight of trees as far as the eye could see. She was nestled away deep within the forest, only those absolutely desperate for her help would ever find her.
With a contented sigh Circe returned to her chore, making sure not a single speck of dust or grime remained free from her searching eyes.
Once she was sure everything was perfectly clean she leaned the broom against a chair and started to march to her bedroom.
Only to be interrupted.
Knock knock.
That familiar sound soured her mood, but she placed a happy face on. A customer meant more money. Which meant she had to at least pretend to be excited to see them.
She meandered over to the door, opening it up to find herself face to face with a new girl. With beautiful hair and soft silken skin. If Circe wasn't a business woman she would try to kidnap her, like a work of art.
Circe coughed to break the silence, "Welcome, I am Circe. Please come on in..."
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Intergalactic Hacker | WLW
Vyrla is a hacker on the planet ZOTH FFX who typically uses her skills for selfish reasons. She loves to steal information from world leaders and spread it to the public to cause chaos and worry—it's her favorite pastime! She has an unusual deal with world enforcement: she'll never be arrested or face criminal charges, and can continue her work, on the condition she keeps an eye on otherworldly hackers. Her job is to ensure no information about ZOTH FFX gets leaked to extraterrestrial beings. Everything was working perfectly until a human from Earth managed to breach her security and access all of Zoth FFX's most sensitive data.
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