The Witch of Healing
G e n e r a l
~~• Moselle Elizabeth Johnson •~~
"Momo"- A nickname from her early childhood
"Moe"- A nickname she hates since it's a nickname for her father
"Soubrette"-A nickname given to her by her friend Orchid. Do not refer to her as this.
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Female
Half Witch
June 17th, 1657
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
Empathetic&Caring
Cautious&Pessimistic
Curious&Intelligent
Obnoxious&Motherly
Independent&Willful
Likes
Modern Plumbing
Electricity
Outdoors
Books
Tea
Dislikes
Roses (ironically)
R e l a t i o n s h i p s
Sarah Jane Williams
Sarah 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.
Morris Harridson Petrova
Moselle was daddy's little girl before the divorce and the two were inseparable. He would play the piano for her when ever 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. At first she idolized him, but as she grew older and learned the harsh realities of life and her view of him also became indifferent. 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 business man which often caused him to be busy. He was not there for Moselle as much as she needed, but Moselle does appreciate his efforts.
Anastasia Nicole Petrova
Moselle has a complicated relationship with her grandmother Anastasia. While it is true that they have met twice Moselle only recalls the second time. That was when Anastasia 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 Anastasia and Moselle, and caused the spell to falter. The spell caused the grandmother died, and served as an ingredient for Skylar's curse on Moselle. This caused Anastasia to receive the blame as an scape goat as well as Moselle's hatred. After finally meeting again, and being properly introduced, Moselle attacked Anastasia and caused a misunderstanding. We will have to wait and see if the two will actually build a solid relationship with each other as grandparent and grandchild.
Gwendoline Maria Delphi
Ryan "Sparky" Petrova
Jenavere Lilith Petrova
Skylar Nocte Petrova
Aedian F. Petrova
Balthazar Petrova
Victoria
Adamar
Gideon
Willow
Myntha
S k i l l s
The Scholar
Note Taking
Research
Reading
The House Wife
Cleaning
Cooking
First Aid
The Witch
Healing Magic
Protection Magic
Other
Pianist
Gardening
Cobbler
S t r e n g t h s
Empathy
Independent
Strong Will
Hard-Working
W e a k n e s s e s
Empathy
Grudges
Physically Weaker
H i s t o r y
-----------• General Background •-----------
Early Childhood
[spoili]Moselle was born on June 17th, 1657 to her parents Sarah and Moe 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 Sarah and Moselle, Moe Johnson had a secret that he kept from his family. It wasn't made aware until a strange woman with burn red hair came to visit their family. Moselle, only five, was not entirely sure what was going on, 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 he had left them behind, that he never loved them both. Moselle was devastated with out her father there. He was the one that understood her the most and comforted her. A year later her mother remarried to a wealthy noble, 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 house hold 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. [/spoili]
Teenage Years
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The years got worse as Moselle grew older, she entering her teenage years and finding herself with out 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 devils 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 strongly independent since her early child hood. 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 parent's 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 heart breaking 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.
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Young Adulthood
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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 says she has 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 refereed 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 Anastasia Petrova the "Red Rose Witch:, her own grandmother that was helping her. Moselle took note how the woman had unnaturally burnt red hair, that looked like dancing fire in the sun and wind. She 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 back fired on Moselle after she had casted it. The room went dark after the spell, and an eerie red glow began to Emmit 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. The shadows dispersed shortly after, and natural sunlight filled the room. 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 over came her is 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 towns people where shouting outside their front door egging her to come out and face them. Moselle did not go though, she 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.
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The Door, Her Salvation
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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 pitch forks, 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 cloths 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.
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-----------• The Card Suit Society •-----------
The Society & Tenebrae
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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. Upon first entering the C.S.S Moselle was exhausted, in shock, panicked, and very scared. She was greeted by a tall handsome man, that tried immediately to calm her down. Though, she ran off towards the very back of the large establishment to hide from the strangers. Unfortunately, after her recent trauma she slipped into unconsciousness. She woke two days later on a comfy couch with her wounds tended. The man from the previous encounter greeted Moselle properly as Tenebrae, and kindly, as well as a cat anthromorph. While the man, who appeared to be a butler of sorts, left to draw and bathe the cat, Moselle decided to look around the strange place she had finally entered.
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Moselle Meets Modern Electricity
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She reviewed the décor and furniture with a great intensity. Some item's she found to be strange while other's she could grasp the obviously basic use for it. The couches may be made of a weird fabric, but it was still a couch. This could be said about all the other common things like the other chairs and the tables. It wasn't until she reached the kitchen that she actually stopped and stare. There were these weird objects that were emitting an extremely bright glow. It was bright like fire, but it was obviously not fire. Fire also flickered but this didn't do such a thing. She stared at the lights until it hurt to look and she looked away. This also distorted her vision. Once she could see again she pulled herself up onto the granite counter and proceeded to touch the strange object. Anyone from modern times would know not to do this because it was a light bulb, which not only generated light but heat as well through the use of electricity. Moselle being from the 1600's was unaware of this and yelped when it burnt her fingers. She smacked it away from her causing the light bulb to hit another which in turn caused both the lights' fuses to bust and the lights to go out. "Eek!! I killed them!" she gasped as the light she had hit sung back and smacked her in the face. "ouch!"
Upon hearing the commotion from the other room, the butler quickly returned to Moselle's aid, but was clearly irritated with the mess she was causing. He held up his arms and offered to help her down, but she politely refused his help. Stating she did not need help with removing herself from the counter, plus she did not want to trouble the man any more than she already has.
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"I-I was just trying to familiarize myself with this place and I found these strange creatures. They are like fire, and they burn too. I did not know they would be hostile at the touch though…." The young maiden stammered trying to explain her abnormal behavior but she immediately stopped speaking at the sight of his unhappy face. He had opened his arms and spoke of trying to help her down; however, this made Moselle uncomfortable. She shook her head side to side. "N-no thank you... I don't need any help." she said to him in the most soft and polite way she could muster. She continued by squatting closer to the counter, turned her body getting on her knees, then proceeded with reaching one leg down to the floor and easing herself off the counter. It appeared that she had gave the kind man even more work to do so getting herself down was just a way of giving him one less thing to do. "Sorry…I didn't mean to kill them." She apologized to the man.
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Korbin
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A second man comes to see what the commotion was, apparently he too seemed to be a butler of sorts for this establishment. They both ask if she is alright, and if she were hurt. The second butler introduces himself.
"Yes, I am indeed fine. Though, I cannot say the same for your two creatures." She spoke up to them keeping a soft tone in her voice. "I would nurse them back to health but sadly I believe they are dead, whatever they may be." She tells the man who had just arrived of her incident with the light bulbs. How she had smacked it after it burned her hand and then crashed into another "creature" nearby causing the lights to go out. She looked up at the two men, finally realizing just how small she was compared to the two. They are certainly intimidating to Moselle so she became silent in fear of only making them mad at her. Not only that but they are handsome, and she knew she did not appear to be presentable before them. "Father and mother would be so ashamed to see me looking like this." She thought starting to feel insecure and ashamed she looked down at her feet in embarrassment.
The young woman looked up slightly surprised. She immediately straightened her back to correct her posture before responding to her addressor. "Moselle Elizabeth Johnson…" She stated matter of fact, which was a blunt way of speaking to be perfectly honest. "It's a pleasure to met you Sir." She said to him while keeping eye contact. She then smiled politely with nothing more to say to him. She subconsciously began to tug at the ends of her dress which was now stained with the forests mud and her own blood. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in her dress with strangers, because it's style was frowned upon in her home community. So the fact that it was also messy could have been a relief but given the previous night she had no shred of positive out looks in anything at all. Except for the fact that she is glad she wasn't dead, at least she was being positive in that aspect. Moselle brought her small fingers to her head feeling an itching sensation there. Her hand brushed up against something strange that was entangled in her stringy, oily, and dirtied hair. She picked at it until she could pull it out. It was nothing more than a small twig. "Ew.." she whispered as her nose wrinkled in disgust.
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Moselle Meets Modern Plumbing
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Moselle nodded while she simply placed her hand unto the hook of his arm. She didn't hook her arm into his entirely merely because of the fact that she did not want to get her filth on him. There was also the matter of how she was just terrible with men and found even the slightest touch embarrassing. The young lass was cursed with a terrible sheepishness ever since she was little, which lead to the event of her sixteen year old sister getting married before her. The thought made her sigh but she kept a rather confident face despite all this. Then she thought of the man that was leading her. He didn't appear to be an ordinary man compared to the suitors back in her little town. "Hm…, a man with no last name. Rather odd." She muttered speaking her thoughts out loud while looking back up to inspect him again. Moselle then realized her appalling rudeness and clamped her free hand over mouth. "I'm such an idiot! That was horrible…" she scolded herself in her mind before continuing to apologize. "I-I'm sorry that was rude…" She told him regretting her carelessness.
Moselle nodded remaining silent as she peered into the bathroom. "Who is going to bring in the water?" She asked leaving Korbin's side to explore the new area of the house that had opened up to her. She eventually laid eyes on what appeared to be a tub but only made of some sort of strange material unknown to her. It was certainly different than the metal tub she had in her washroom back at her grandmother's cottage. She cautiously eased her way up to it before turning back at Korbin asking "Is this your tub? I've never seen anything like it…" she asked him. Turning back she kneeled beside the bathtub before finally bringing curious hands to touch it. She inspected it with her heterogeneous eyes, brushing her fingers over the metal faucet and down to the knobs that turned on the water. Both knobs were made of the same metal of the faucet but the left one had a "H" on it while the right one had a "C". After a few more moments of staring at the knobs she finally gripped one with her hand and turned it making water spew out noisily from the faucet. She jumped from the suddenness of this taking a step away from the bath tub. "What? What kind of witchery is this?" She asked turning back to Korbin again. "No tub I know of can make water like this from thin air! Is this contraption even safe? Are you trying to trick me? I know I'm probably dead, but this is a weird way to make me suffer. What kind of hell is this?" She began to rant fed up with whatever façade this strangers were creating before her.
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Moselle & The Curse
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Moselle eventually settles into the C.S.S, though her life there was not easy at first. She was traumatized by her experience back at home. Getting into a few verbal arguments with some of the members that lived there or visited frequently die to her narrow mindedness. Although, she apologized and quickly learned the error of her ways. In order to live in a more advanced society, Moselle began reading informational books frequently, taking notes from them, as well as notes on the other members. Soon she learned all their habits, and various other things. Unfortunately, while her associations with the members remained positive, her fears of "The Rose Witch", who Moselle mistakenly believes is the reason her way of life was ruined, began to build. Eventually after a month of living there, Moselle took notice of a strange black dot, like ink, was staining her ankles. Tenebrae managed to decipher what the strange markings where, and came to the conclusion that she had been cursed. Since then, Moselle had nightmare's constantly about the witch, which forced to her to fall into a feeble state. She refused to sleep, and when she did it was restless and short. Eventually she got sick and her friend Orchid had to take care of her. A woman healed Moselle with the use of a charmed flower, but her nightmares did not cease. Soon she met a man named Jack, he had arrived to the society while Moselle was asleep on the couch, thrashing about due to a nightmare. She sat up screaming, after having died in her nightmare, and two visitors quickly came to her aid. Jack being one of them, quickly tried to calm Moselle down by assuring her that the person in her dreams, this "Rose Witch", could not enter the society with the intent of inflicting harm unto another. After he assured her of that, Moselle never had the nightmares again, though the fear of the woman, and Moselle's hatred towards her never ceased. The months passed, and Moselle's curse continues to grow like vines up her legs. The curse markings are like thorned vines twisting up her body, and Moselle began noticing that it was getting harder to walk due to a strange on and off numbness in her legs.
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-----------• The Empire of Nyx •-----------
Moselle Enters Nyx
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Moselle lived in the society for an entire year, and a few months after she turned nineteen something in the Society went terribly wrong. Her place of refuge began collapsing in on itself. She watched as the society's creator's daughter is pulled away by the shadows, while a swirling white vortex opens in the space behind her. The Portal sucks her in the instant the society collapses and portals her out into a different world all together. A place formally known as the Realm of Nyx.
"She was screaming at the top of her lungs before there was another flash of white and she flies onto the ground. The portal had opened up outside of the Empire of Nyx and spat out Moselle like a person would a disgusting piece of morsel. She hit the dirt hard and tumbled out onto the road in front of a galloping horse's path. She stopped her screaming for a brief moment until she looked up to see where she was and her hues took in the site of the horse charging towards. She screamed again at the top of her lungs and curled up into a ball in the middle of the road bracing for impact."
Moselle meets the Proto-Reaper Adamar after she is hurled infront of her horse. After he threatens to kill her if she does not state who she was and her business, Moselle explains what had happened in a panic. She asks the man where she had landed, and he tells her that she landed outside the Empire of Nyx. Moselle knows of the Empire of Nyx, since it is the home of her friend Orchid. Upon hearing that Moselle is friends with Orchid, the man introduces himself as Adamar and offers her transportation and safety until she reunites with her friend. They travel together for a day and get to know each other. Moselle is quite annoying and prudish towards him, but they hit it off quite nicely. Eventually Moselle grew tired of riding on Adamar's horse, and as he tried to respond back to her, he was hit with a tree branch, and his cheek was cut. Moselle was going to take a look at it, being quite skilled in taking care of cuts and bruises, but was distracted by the beautiful place they had arrived at.
Moselle gasped quietly when she saw his face. "A-are you alright?" She asks him with a concerned ring to her voice as Adamar removes her from his steed and places her firmly on the ground. She rubbed her lower back with on hand as she followed behind him. "Seriously Adamar, that looks like a nasty gash. Lemme look at it, maybe I can think of something for it." She chides on, telling him, before stopping at his side. Her hues took in the sight before them. The place they had stop to rest was simply beautiful. It was like an oasis in the middle of the desert with thick tall trees growing leaves the color of sakura blossoms from dark brown branches, a fairly large pond with lit floating candles floating about its practically clear waters, and there was even round lanterns dangling from the branches of the trees. The pink and brown combination of the scene with the brief patches of green grass looked lovely to her against dull rocks of the mountains. She took notice that the sky was becoming dark and figured the sun would be setting soon. "Oh wow…," she says off the escape of her breath. She noticed that there was a gondola on the other side of the pond. There underneath its roof was a fire pit and a swing made of wood. The cushions of the swing were also a pink which is directly correlated with the pink leaves. The unity of colors is brilliant and the generally area appeared to be so tranquil. "There's a gondola over there. That seems like a good place to rest up, and for me to inspect that gash." She mentions to him before striding off past him. She looked about for a path around the pond to get to the gondola and found one to the left. "Over here, there's solid ground." Moselle turns her head facing him as she calls back to him, and then stepped forward. As she stepped forward her footing slipped and she lost her balance. The sound of disturbed water echos as the wind carries it away. She had gone and fallen into the pond with a splash, and even caused a nearby candle to go out. "Eeek! Just great!" she cries out then clamps her mouth shut as a gust of wind rolls in making her shudder. Moselle crawls out of the pond onto a rock completely drenched with pond water. Her black skirt, which was shorter at the front and longer in the back, clung to her legs as well as her floral shirt. She looked back at Adamar, then turned away feeling like an idiot. She moved onward to the gondola and sat on the edge with her long pale legs hanging motionless over the side. It was probably the first glance Adamar would get of what appeared to be tattoos in the form of thorny vines the color of ink running up from her ankle to her thigh, however, that wasn't what they were. No, they were a physical manifestation of her doom, of the curse set to take her life away. Something the poor girl hated. She removed her hair ties from her hair and the wet, matted strands of hair fall. "On the bright side, at least I am no longer covered in dirt." Moselle groans picking the remaining leaves from earlier out of her wet hair.
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Adamar & Moselle's Night
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Yeah they had a moment. I'm not going to go into detail 'cuz this History thing is getting super long. x.x;
Basically Moselle checked his gash, running her fingers over it gently, but couldn't do anything about it. She's super cold, so he gives her his cloak to keep herself warm. She drapes it over herself, and they lit a fire in the fire pit that's under the gondola. He decides to embrace her by pulling Moselle into his lap, in order to keep her warm since Nyx is unnaturally cold. At first Moselle rejects this, but gets over it and does what he says, even though she finds it super embarrassing. She eventually falls asleep, and when she does Adamar's gash shimmers purple and it magically heals itself. Adamar realizes that there is more to Moselle than an obnoxious little woman, and begins to find interest in her. He looks over Moselle's sleeping face and realizes that he actually finds her quite pretty when she's asleep and not yapping. They wake up, and Moselle is all like "Whyyyyy are you staring at me?" All weirded out. Yeah...he weirds her out.
Adamar takes her to the castle where orchid lives, and since he is a guard the people he works for are all like bitchy towards him and Moselle defends him saying that she is teaching him to be proper so their shrewd comments are not necessary. Unfortunately, Adamar finds them all irritating and a waste of time and quits his job. Moselle has not seen him since he left, and was actually quite down about it for a while.
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