G e n e r a l
~~• Moselle Elizabeth Johnson •~~
"Momo"- A nickname from her early childhood.
"Moe"- A nickname she hates due to its boyish nature.
"Mosi" A nickname she fancies. Most of her friends call her this.
"Soubrette"-A nickname given to her by her friend Orchid. Do not refer to her as this.
Prefers to be called Moselle
Female
Half Magi Half Human
26, June 17th, 1657
Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Voice: Ada (Cold Mountain)
Languages: English, French, German
Occupation: Cobbler, Healer
A p p e a r a n c e
Abnormal white hair, Heterogeneous eyes of purple and blue, Pale skin with naturally light pink cheeks, Average "bust" size (C 32), slim waist with medium sized hips, small hands dainty hands, average sized feet (size 61/2), and legs are longish.
"Moselle's soft, clear voice rang out sheepishly from her diaphragm as she responded to the young girls claims. Her abnormal, but in this case normal, snow white hair, Type 2A, was long and wavy. It cascaded down to her back yet styled in a way that easily framed her oval shaped head. Her heterogeneous eyes of purple and blue, the left one purple and the right one blue, blinked curiously at the young girl before she finally spoke again."
"Her black skirt that was cut short in the front, to three inches above her knees, and continued to trail down to her ankles at the back in a loose wavy fashion. Her long legs, that were actually quite thick at the thighs, were bare save for the strange thorny vines of ink that trailed up to just above her knees. It almost looked as if it were simply a tattoo, but sadly it was a mere curse mark that Moselle had come to terms with during her times staying at the card suit society."
"Moselle absent mindlessly straightens her soft pink baby-doll, bubble top mesh made of a polyester, chiffon, Rayon blend. It was a cute top with a floral pattern of various other hues of pinks, and light browns. She returns her line of sight back on Gwendoline's face before something behind her catches her attention. A boy, not much taller than her for she was at least 5'7 in height compared to his 5'9, with white ears protruding from his hair and a strange tail just peeking around the side of his leg."
Her outfit changes accordingly.
P e r s o n a l i t y
Five Good Traits:
Empathetic, Caring, Intelligent, Independent, Motherly, Humble
Five Bad Traits:
Obnoxious/Chiding, Cautious, Insecure, Judgemental, Verbose (Talks to much)
Ideals / Beliefs: Moselle was raised Christian and has Christian like morals and ideals.
Quirks:
- She is always carrying a book or journal, along with a pencil to write with.
- Paces back and forth when thinking.
- Talks to her plants when gardening.
- Gives herself peptalks in the mirror.
- Ambidextrous.
Hobbies:
- People watching
- Knitting / Crochet
- Writing
- Learning
- Reading
- Quilting
- Embroidery
- Piano
- Baking
Likes:
Modern Plumbing
Electricity
Plants
Flowers
Herbs
Books
Animals
Observing
Jasmine
Perfume
Pearls
Candles
Vintage
Tea
Dislikes:
People who chew loudly or with their mouths open
She finds herself generally annoyed with bullying
Easily annoyed by teenagers
Easily annoyed by technology
Roses (ironically)
Dimensional Travel
Traveling in general
Heavy Metal
Fried Food
Bland Food
Screamo
Mid-Summer
Spinach
Spiders
Winter
Dogs
R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Marcela Williams
Marcela was her earth mother from the 1600s. When still fairly young, they had a happy relationship. Of course this changed after her parents divorce and the birth of her younger sister Jessica. After that her mother became verbally and emotionally abusive towards Moselle, only ever paying Moselle any mind when Moselle seemed to cause trouble for the family. After a while Moselle became very indifferent towards her birth mother before finally leaving home to live with her grandmother.
Lucius Maximillion Petrova
Moselle was daddy's little girl before the divorce and the two were inseparable. He would play the piano for her whenever she asked. When she was bored, crying and sad, and even when she couldn't sleep. This is the reason Moselle was so keen on learning the piano while growing up. After the divorce Moselle was extremely confused and lost. She didn't know what to do with out her father, because he understood Moselle best. With him gone she was alone, with no one to protect her. Over the years she soon began to forget what he looked like, and all she had left of the man were childish fantasies. At first she idolized him, but as she grew older and learned the harsh realities of life and her view of him became indifferent. Unaware to the truth, She began to hate her father for abandoning her all those years ago.
Gran Peterson
Gran was Moselle's grandmother whom she loved and cared for up until her passing. She was the light in her life when things became dark for Moselle. She was much unlike her mother, and they looked out for each other. Moselle will never forget what happened all those years ago, and to this day feels guilty for accidentally murdering her.
Hal Williams
Moselle's step father and Jessica's birth father. He was a kind natured noble who often stood up for both of his daughters. He did not approve of Sarah's treatment towards Moselle and often tried defending her, which seemed to only make the situation worse. While he was baffled as Moselle's odd appearance and mannerisms, he tried his best to ensure she felt wanted. Sadly he was a noble and a businessman which often caused him to be busy. He was not there for Moselle as much as she needed, but Moselle does appreciate his efforts.
Sephiria Petrova
Moselle has a complicated relationship with her grandmother Sephiria. While it is true that they have met twice Moselle only recalls the second time. That was when Sephiria created a spell to heal Moselle's sick grandmother, as well as gave her the ingredients and incantation for it. Unfortunately, the ingredients were tampered with by Skylar, unknown to Sephiria and Moselle, and caused the spell to falter. The spell caused the grandmother's death, and served as an ingredient for Skylar's curse on Moselle. This caused Sephiria to receive the blame as a scape goat as well as Moselle's hatred.
S t r e n g t h s
Arsenal: None.
Abilities:
+
White Arts
The Purple Rose Witch has unlimited potential in the White Arts. They can cast spells which can grant protection of various kinds, prevent other beings from entering an area, force armor, purification and force fields. Some powers listed under White Arts includes:
1.
Force-Field Generation
2.
Possession Immunity
3.
Health Manipulation
4.
Strong Heart
5.
Purification
6.
Pure Heart
+ Signature Spell
"Divine Intervention"
This spell was given to the Purple Rose Witch as a way to protect the Petrova Family and their coven from deity or divinities, and any creatures that use omni-powers. It's basically a major slap to the face. For example, a god uses their divine power to bring forth some sort of apocalypse, the Purple Rose Witch can negate their power in order to prevent it. Angels and demons a like can cease to exist with the snap of the witches fingers, because they were created due to the fact their their deity or god wished it. Moselle can take any gods' wishes and throw them in the garbage with no repercussions. However, this spell is considered life threatening, and the mortality rate for casting the spell is incredibly high. Very few Purple Rose Witches have survived casting this spell, and those who do either become greatly impaired for doing so, or in a coma that could last years.
+ Due to Moselle's purification magic, she is capable of cleansing the atmosphere around her in at least a five foot radius. People tend to start to feel more relaxed around her, and are generally more complacent. Her presence is soothing to others, and can temporarily release them from ailments. For example, someone would feel less sore when around her, but if she were to leave they would start feeling sore again. She's like a walking talking drug.
Physical:
- Moselle has high endurance, and can typically last long doing rigorous chores or manual labor.
- She can stay outside for long periods of time.
- She does not get sick easily, and has a strong immune system.
Mental:
+ Due to being an empath, Moselle is very understanding and patient with others. She tries her best to be supportive of others and their wishes with in reason. She is a very good communicator due to her friendly nature, and people are very willing to be open around her.
Skills:
The Scholar
- Note Taking
- Research
- Reading
- Literature
The House Wife
- Cleaning
- Cooking
- First Aid
- Sewing
- Baking
Other
- Pianist
- Gardening
- Cobbler
W e a k n e s s e s
Mental:
- Moselle isn't very knowledgeable on technology or how it works. She can't drive a car, doesn't know how to use a computer or a phone. Isn't really caught up on modern stuff.
- Moselle has pretty low self-esteem or rather she's insecure. Her mother was verbally abusive, and grew up feeling unwanted and unloved by mostly everyone. She has to work up her courage and her confidence by giving herself pep talks every morning in the mirror.
- Indecisive. Moselle isn't really sure what she wants out of herself and those around her. She doesn't really have any aspirations, or life long goals. She's just a bit of a drifter.
- Moselle is unaware that she is half Magi, that she is a rose witch, and can do magic.
- Worrywart. Moselle is naturally tends to dwell on situations that are not really that big of a deal, and tends to dwell on them. It's not really an anxiety thing, but she still needs constant reassurance that everything is going to be alright. Sometimes she can be a little overbearing when she starts to worry about others, rather than situations she finds herself in.
Due to her independent nature, she has a hard time asking for help or relying on others.
Physical:
- Moselle is not very strong, and cannot lift anything heavier than forty pounds.
- Cursed. Moselle is unfortunately cursed. Her curse manifests itself as a black tattoo that grows over time. It looks like vines with thorns, and tends to move. As it grows Moselle will first feel a stiffness in her ankles and lower legs, as it reaches the upper legs it will be difficult to walk. At the waist she will be paralyzed from the waist down. At the chest she will have heart problems, and breathing issues. Eventually the curse will wrap itself around her neck, and suffocate her slowly.
- Moselle is allergic to red meat.
- The smell of roses physically makes her ill.
Fears:
- Her inevitable death. She has yet to come to terms with it.
- When she finds out she is a Magi she will fear casting spells.
- Someone finding her personal journals or observation journals.
- Public Humiliation, or being bullied by others. Black mail.
- Big dogs.
H i s t o r y
-----------• General Background •-----------
Early Childhood
Moselle was born on June 17th, 1657 to her parents Marcela and Lucius Johnson. Her first few years growing up as a toddler where happy and normal. Although, it was not long before she noticed she was different than the others. Her snow white hair, and heterogeneous eyes of blue and purple were abnormal. More often than not, other children would pick on her and bully her. Her father was doting and loving, often playing the piano for her whenever she asked. While her mother was strict, always trying to turn Moselle into the proper young woman. She would always get mad whenever she found Moselle outside playing in the dirt and rough housing with the few friends she had. Despite the few little things, everything was great, and Moselle couldn't have been happier. Unfortunately, unknown to both Marcela and Moselle, Lucius Johnson had a secret that he kept from his family. One day she heard shouting coming from downstairs due to her parents getting into a nasty fight. Moselle, only five, was not entirely sure what was going on, and before she could find out her mother Sarah sent her away to be with a neighbor. She played all afternoon with the neighbor, unsure as to what had happened, but when she finally returned home her father was gone. Her mother was crying, saying something about how he had left them behind, that he never loved them both. Moselle was devastated without her father there. He was the one that understood her the most and comforted her. A year later her mother remarried to a wealthy businessman, and had a second child. Though Moselle was thrilled to have a little sister to play with, the isolation that followed was painful. The parents slowly began to push Moselle away by focusing much of their attention on her younger sister and work. Moselle was left to fend for herself, and often was with the servants either to keep them company out of boredom, curiosity, or to actually help them with their daily tasks. Through this, Moselle learned to daily household work, among various other things. In some cases she would spend time with her sister, and tending to the scratches and bumps her sister received while playing outdoors.
Teenage Years
The years got worse as Moselle grew older, she entering her teenage years and finding herself without any friends. Both her school life, her social life, and her home life was hell, a complete disaster she could not seem to escape from. She was unable to make friends at school due to the fact that she was "different" than what was considered normal in the era she lived in. Her white hair and mismatched irises were abnormal, and at that time, abnormal was something of the devil's work. Even though it was obvious Moselle was fully Christian, it did not stop the other teenagers and children from harassing her. She would often be bullied by other girls, and the adults would turn a blind eye to their behavior. Moselle eventually fought back, with a good right hook, and the girls started spreading nasty rumors that she was a violent witch as payback. Moselle was suspended, and beaten, for her actions, but her step father managed to cease the rumors if Moselle behaved in return. There were no problems with bullying and rumors since, however, that did not stop the sneering and harsh looks. In these years, it was perfectly normal for young girls to find suitors and wed at an early age. Moselle was reaching her fifteenth year, and it was not long before her step father started arranging suitors for her. Unfortunately, Moselle did not like this having grown up strongly independent since her early childhood. She found herself falling for men of her own choosing, and closer to her age, rather than the older and "richer" men the step father brought to meet with her. Moselle received mixed reactions with men during this time. Some of them found beauty in her abnormalities, finding her exotic, like a rare gem that just needed a good polishing. She absolutely loathed these men, since they were more interested in how "rare" she was, as if she were an item rather than an individual person of equal value. In order to be rid of them, she did everything to ensure that these men ended up hating her. Then there were the men that were terrified of her, again thinking her to be the work of the devil. She did not particularly mind these men, and really just felt sorry for them. She knew it wasn't their fault they were incompetent and narrow minded. She tried to reason with the ones that she liked, but her forwardness always scared them away in the end. Needles to say, her parents were very unhappy with her incapability of finding a suitor, and her mother often became verbally abusive towards her whenever Moselle behaved out of turn. As the connection between her parents worsened, her relationship with her mother's mother, Moselle's grandmother, became strong. Moselle would often spend her weekends at her grandmother's cottage and garden or help with chores. Eventually, Moselle completely destroyed the bridge between herself and her parents, and left her their home. She moved in with her grandmother, and the two lived happily for three years. In the fourth year, when Moselle turned eighteen, her grandmother became ill, but Moselle refused to leave her side and took care of her sick grandmother, and everything else that needed done around the house. Moselle, though it was difficult, was able to find two jobs. One job was working as a servant girl for her old neighbors (from her early childhood), and the second job was offered to her by a friend of her sick grandmother. With those two jobs, Moselle was able to successfully take care of her sick grandmothers and their tax. Sadly, it was heartbreaking for Moselle to watch her grandmother slowly die away to an unknown disease. For two years she worked to keep everything under control, but as her grandmother's illness got worse Moselle began to seek professional help. Unfortunately, Moselle could not afford a doctor or any sort of medicine the doctor could prescribe. Moselle became desperate and began hunting for a cure by herself, until finally caving and looking towards taboo methods. She began reading on both witches and wiccans, knowing full well that they were professional healers and had special healing abilities. After a long search, she found someone.
Young Adulthood
Eventually she came across a rumor that a witch comes to the town occasionally to look for souls to steal and Moselle decided to look into the rumor more. It said that the witch had a home south of the town where she will occasionally stay. Moselle traveled down the path, a good days trip, until she came across what was supposed to be the witches occasional home. No one really knew what her name was, but it was rumored that most of her evil spells and potions required a rose from her personal garden. Thus, the witch was referred to as simply "The Rose Witch" in Moselle's home town. Moselle met with the witch that lived there, and was quite surprised how willing to help the woman was. Unknown to Moselle, it was actually none other than Sephiria the "Red Rose Witch:, her own grandmother, that was helping her. Moselle took note how the woman had unnaturally colored hair, much like her own. Moselle had the strangest feeling of familiarity with the woman, but could never recall just where she had seen her. Never the less, Moselle accepted the woman's help and returned home. Once Moselle was home, she followed the instructions given to her exactly, but something went a miss. The spell had completely backfired on Moselle after she had casted it. The room went dark after the spell, and an eerie red glow began to emit from her grandmother. As the red gleam shimmered, the shadows came to life. The danced around them until they enclosed on the grandmother, who was asleep, and Moselle. They clung to their bodies in a frenzy, a small pain shot up Moselle's legs before the living shadows scattered. When they did natural sunlight filled the room and all seemed well, but Moselle was certainly terrified. After centering herself, Moselle was at a loss as to what had just happened. She looked down at her legs to see if she had been bit, and saw that her ankles were bleeding. After Moselle tended to her wounds, she checked on her grandmother to see if the spell had worked. When she checked, the sheer amount of horror that overcame her was impossible to comprehend. Her Grandmother was dead. The old woman's body lay their limp and lifeless. Moselle heard a scuffle outside the window, and caught a glimpse of black hair as a person left from sight. She had been caught. Moselle said a brief prayer for her grandmother, and apology before scrambling around the house to gather what she could or hide some evidence. It wasn't long before her fellow townsfolk were shouting outside the front door egging her to come out and face them. Moselle did not go though, she was terrified and fled the scene with nothing but her grandmother's cloak to keep her warm. She ran into the woods, the setting sun on her back.
The Door, Her Salvation
In a small New England town close to the shore a storm was brewing…and not some ordinary storm of thunder and rain. A storm between people created by lies and fears was weighing over the grim town. It was clammy outside, dreadful weather as the sun was setting and night was taking its place in the sky. Around this time you could hear the crickets play their every night tunes undisturbed, however, this particular night was different. The town was in a fuss after a woman came screaming "witch!" and "Murder!". She told the town's guards of a young girl, a witch, had slain her grandmother with a wicked spell. The town was small, so this news caught on quickly and it wasn't long before they had their scorching hot torches, sharpened pitchforks, and their lock and chains made of ice cold steel. These were witch hunting times, and these towns' people were not going to let this witch live after committing such a heartless crime. This was sad….sad because they believed such a lie and became scared of an innocent girl named Moselle. They become so scared that they wanted to wipe away her very existence and call it righteous! Off they went to find this girl who was only nineteen years old. The crowd of men, women, and even children marched to the outskirts of town drowning out all of the crickets' every night tunes. Their feet stomped against the dirt road until they reached her grandmother's cottage. They hollered and cheered egging the young girl to face them and meet her punishment. She never came; she was scared for her life and had decided to flee. With her skinny, nimble digits Moselle grabbed her mother's black cloak pulling it over her as she ran out the back entrance. When she left those beings filled with spite broke into the house, and they tore the wooden cottage apart looking for evidence of the said witchery. They found the old woman, the grandmother, stiffened by death's hand in her bed, and that was all they needed to see. They split into groups. One group removed the old woman from the home and set fire to the cottage with whatever evil and wicked things might still be inside while another group hunted after the witch. In the forest, whose trees' leaves were taking the hues of reds and oranges, Moselle could hear the howls of the hunting dogs and she ran even faster trying to avoid tripping. Her long wavy white hair whipped around her face as the wind picked up; causing fallen leaves to dance in a whirlwind as she ran. It caught her though, causing her cloak to yank against her throat and make her choke. Stumbling backwards, Moselle immediately stepped a foot back to ensure she would not fall and ultimately regained her balance. She twisted her head to look at the issue and her peripherals showed that her cloak was entangled in a low tree branch. She was to frantic to even think that the wind had caused her cloak to catch onto a low branch, she just wanted to get free and escape. Her arms rushed to the black cloak and she became frantic to be free. Moselle's multicolored eyes of purple and blue were anxiously looking back and forth between the low branch and the distance. She could see the burning glow of the torches draw near and she ripped her cloak away from the branch with all her might which ended up making it tattered. Moselle quickly took off again, but it seemed fate had it out for her, when from behind a dog leaped at her from the bushes snarling. Her ears could hear its padded feet hit the detritus, causing the dead leaves to crunch with each step, and she tried her hardest to flee. Unfortunately, the furry beast soon caught up to her and latched onto her leg with its pointed canines making her scream out in pain. The hunting dog's teeth dug into her leg which made her fall into the wet dirt. It tried to attack her at the neck, at the throat, but she balled her hands into little fists and swung them at the dog. She beat the dog off her and kicked it away making it yelp and whimper. Before it could attack again she stood, the mud water now soaked her clothes and ran down her face, and returned back to escaping after hearing a gun shoot fire which made her cry out in desperation. She started crying; her irritated eyes unable to keep their warm tears, as she ran and prayed for salvation. This girl just wanted to disappear. She kept looking ahead hoping to find a place to hide and just when she was about to give up she saw a fairly decent sized, polished, and wooden black door in the distance. It was open and even though she could not see a house she could see what was inside it. Too frightened to even question the reality of the door she jumped through right as she was shot in the shoulder making her scream out in pain a second time. She fell forward tumbling onto the cold hard floor as the door slammed shut behind her and disappeared as a small group of men entered the clearing. There was no trace of Moselle to be found after that.
-----------• The Card Suit Society •-----------
The door was of course other worldly, paranormal, magical. It was the door to none other than The Card Suit Society, a small pocket dimension where people who needed salvation and a home could go. She was very lucky indeed, and very much needed such a place at the time. There she was safe, even though she didn't feel like it. For some time she was plagued with nightmares of the woman that had wronged her, and of being chased out of town. Moselle quickly grown accustomed to the society and all of its inhabitants. There were creatures of all kinds there, and being around them for so long helped Moselle come to terms with the strange and unnatural. In fact she had never so at home before, it was almost as if she belonged there, but she never really understood why. She was just a human girl after all. During her stay she was introduced to electricity and modern plumbing. She also learned to read and write, and had a whole library to her disposal. Fascinated, she developed an interest in making notes of absolutely everything, and learning as much as she could. She filled journals, upon journals of notes, stories, poems, and more. She also found out what had happened that fateful night, the night of her grandmother's death. Apparently she had been cursed, and the news had been quite shocking to her. Her fear initially turned into rage, and she wished nothing but suffering on the woman that had wronged her. Living at the society eventually became mundane, but it was never boring. People were coming and going, and there was always something going on to keep Moselle entertained. While she was there she had become particularly close to a woman named Orchid, so much so that Moselle started to question her sexual orientation. Soon enough Moselle was humoring her curiosity, but before she could really act on it or get to know the other society members better something terrible happened. The flux that had kept the pocket dimension open shattered, and the society began to collapse in on itself. In a panic Moselle had shoved Orchid's daughter towards the door hoping she could escape, and before Moselle was lost to the void a blinding white portal opened up. It sucked her inside, and dropped her off into Nautchwald during the Monster Mash Festival.
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