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Name: Laila Snowlake
Appearance: At 5'6, with a curvy build, and no hints of age showing on her form just yet, it's hard to tell how old this woman is.
History: A woman of few words, but a scathing tongue, this witch has made a few mistakes in the past. Not quite evil, though by no means is she a white witch. She has been trained from a young age by an old crone of a woman, who sought a predecessor. Some say the crone of a woman is still heard bickering and shrieking in her little shack, even though she's been confirmed to be dead for two or three years. The girl-made-witch left the shack as soon as she had paid her respects to the witch who raised and taught her, and has been traveling, searching for a new home, while lugging all her equipment along with herself. And, seeing how most of it's heavy, her travels have been slow.
Weapons, Equiptment and Magic: , a couple cauldrons, various vials and jars of ingredients, small parcels of food, OH, and Brittlewort, her little owl, whose sarcastic hoots always come before some magical disaster that is inevitably her fault. She's good at some spells, like, making someone unable to speak... or... switch someone's hands with their feet, She's REALLY good at conjuring up storms and rain, though they can get out of hand. She can make flowers bloom, but they wither and die shortly after. She's a well-taught witch, but as far as applying what she was taught, she's still a little iffy sometimes.
Appearance: At 5'6, with a curvy build, and no hints of age showing on her form just yet, it's hard to tell how old this woman is.
History: A woman of few words, but a scathing tongue, this witch has made a few mistakes in the past. Not quite evil, though by no means is she a white witch. She has been trained from a young age by an old crone of a woman, who sought a predecessor. Some say the crone of a woman is still heard bickering and shrieking in her little shack, even though she's been confirmed to be dead for two or three years. The girl-made-witch left the shack as soon as she had paid her respects to the witch who raised and taught her, and has been traveling, searching for a new home, while lugging all her equipment along with herself. And, seeing how most of it's heavy, her travels have been slow.
Weapons, Equiptment and Magic: , a couple cauldrons, various vials and jars of ingredients, small parcels of food, OH, and Brittlewort, her little owl, whose sarcastic hoots always come before some magical disaster that is inevitably her fault. She's good at some spells, like, making someone unable to speak... or... switch someone's hands with their feet, She's REALLY good at conjuring up storms and rain, though they can get out of hand. She can make flowers bloom, but they wither and die shortly after. She's a well-taught witch, but as far as applying what she was taught, she's still a little iffy sometimes.