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♥ Here's the story ♥
Back in the times of the witch trials, hardly anyone was safe. With one word from the church, you could be burned at the stake, stoned to death, or simply tortured brutally until you finally gave up on living. Many innocents were killed, whether they were innocent or guilty of the crimes they were accused of. Did the church or witch hunters care? Not really. So long as they profited, what was the real harm? Not many people saw these actions as treacherous or malicious, for most just feared for their very lives. They'd do anything and everything if it meant keeping them or those they treasured out out of harm's way.
These are the times when this particular story takes place.
It follows the lives of two particular people, both of which reside in the small town of Ashwick Grove. One man goes by the name of Caleb Revier, and he's dedicated in the art of witch hunting. He doesn't do it only for the money and vain honor like most other hunters do, though. He has drive, motive, and a sure reason. Meanwhile, there's Rosette Thorne, the pastor's daughter. Due to her position as the head priest's daughter, she's grew up quite privileged, meanwhile Caleb comes from an entirely polar background. Such opposite people, though their fates are undeniably intertwined. Not to mention, Rosette has a deadly secret...
She's a witch.
Not all witches are bad, though, as she's managed to convince her father. A few years after her mother's eerie disappearance, she discovered her true identity, and her father decided to slightly open up to her existence so long as she assisted in the hunting of other witches. He doesn't quite understand that there are two kinds of witches, though; black and white. Rosette comes from a long line of white witches, those of which would never use their magic to harm human beings. On the other side, there are the black witches, and they love to stir up some chaos and trouble. They practice the dark arts without hesitation.
Not many people understand that there are good witches in the world, which is why Rosette keeps her identity under wraps. However, she can't hide forever. Caleb could figure her out any moment, just as easily as any other person in Ashwick Grove could stumble upon her accidentally while she's showing her powers.
What's in store for these two? How will they end up? What will become of the quaint Ashwick Grove?
Only time will tell.
♥
♥ Meet the cast ♥
These are the wonderful characters actively participating in the story~
If you see an elegant and chaste looking young lady walking down the street, her ivory skin glowing with enchanting vigor, her honey drizzled irises twinkling in the most endearing of fashions, and her gorgeous, silken brown curls flowing long past her waist, bouncing with life - then you're most likely looking at this woman right here. She towers at a mere 5'2'', and she's quite petite in figure, though she's much stronger than she may seem. Most think of her as a fragile flower, comparing her to the delicate pink roses she almost always has in her possession, but one must be sure to never forget that roses naturally possess thorns.
She can normally be found wearing rather alluring lace and fine cotton dresses, and some may even mistake her for a princess with the way she carries herself. She's filled with benevolence and compassion, and some may even regard her as ethereal. Sometimes, the young girl can even be mistook for an angel, with beauty rivaling even the most picturesque spring blossoms. However, she doesn't appear to possess a hint of vanity, nor does she seem to look down on others. The girl gives off a friendly air, as if inviting others in so she can share all the love and kindness she has to offer. She's simply beautiful, inside and out, and her entire town knows it.
Now, what exactly is her name, you ask?
Rosette Thorne
Age
She's currently the young age of twenty one.
Gender
She's a young maiden, but of course.
Occupation
She's the pastor's daughter, though she's secretly a witch.
Abilities
Rosette is a white witch, meaning that she's the type of witch that will never use her abilities to harm humans. She specializes in the arts of healing, so she knows quite a bit about herbs and the like. However, with the use of the power of words and touch, she can actually heal with her bare hands. Very rarely does she use her direct power to heal humans, unless they're in dire need of her assistance. Healing isn't the only thing Rosette is capable of, though. She's able to influence plant life, allowing her favorite pink roses to bloom even in the harshest of winter, but she covers this up with a green house behind the church. She knows various spells, as well.
Personality
Rosette is the very definition of benevolence. Her heart is so kind and so pure, it almost leaves people in disbelief at how someone can be so sweet. She's gentle and caring, and, in all of her years, she hasn't harmed a single soul. All she ever wants to do is help and assist people, for she simply wants all those she loves to lead happy, fulfilled lives. One may even deem her selfless for this trait, but she's not completely. She also has a sense of self protection, as well, and she's not afraid to stand up for what she believes is right. If need be, she'll even stand all on her own. Rosette has a strong sense of justice, and she won't stand by idly if someone is being wronged.
Rosette is also a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. She doesn't believe in coincidence, for she's more of the type of person that trusts in fate. She doesn't believe her entire life is up to fate, though. All in all, she does believe that people have the power to create their own destiny. Rosette always thinks before she speaks and acts, for she knows that her choices define who she is. The power of will is immense, and she knows this fact very well due to her power as a witch. Her words can change the ways of the world, which is one of the reasons why she's so careful about what she says. She's quite wise for her years, and many know it.
Rosette is also an incredibly modest young girl, too. Some may not expect it, but she's actually quite easily embarrassed. She can be outgoing when the time calls for it, and she's very open with those she treasures, but she has her shy and timid moments, as well. Rosette has also never been in love, despite being the age that she is. While all of her other friends were off in search of adequate young men to marry, Rosette was practicing her craft and helping her father, the pastor, out with running the church. Some may judge Rosette for her beliefs, however, due to how different they are from the norm. She doesn't believe in one true God, after all.
She believes everything around her is holy, for the earth itself is what she worships. Not many people of the town know this, though, and she's not all that open with it due to her father's position. Some may doubt him if they found out that his daughter didn't follow the same spiritual path.
Still, Rosette is her own person, and she's not ashamed of it.
She marches to the beat of her own drum.
Biography
Rosette was born into a rather privileged family. Her mother was of high regard due to her position as a honorable apothecary, and her father was the head priest at the church in the small town they all lived in. Due to their positions that actively involved guiding and helping the people, either spiritually or medically, Rosette was raised to be compassionate and faithful from day one. Ever since she was a small child, she shared a special bond with her mother, and she's actually the one who taught her all about the craft. The springtime was her favorite time of year, for they'd always practice interacting with plants and animals.
In the beginning, though, Rosette didn't understand exactly what they were doing. Her mother never called them witches, though she insisted that Rosette keep her abilities a secret from her father. Not quite understanding why, Rosette reluctantly obeyed, simply deciding to enjoy the alone time she had with her mother. It was fun, and she felt incredibly special, though she did hate keeping it a secret. One day, whenever she was in school as a young little girl, she made the mistake of revealing her power to her closest friend. She made a daisy grow in the palm of her hand, and it began spinning as though it was dancing all on its own.
Shocked and terrified, her friend left the scene at the speed of light, and Rosette never understood why. Crying, Rosette rushed back home to her mother and told her what happened. Her mother clearly wasn't happy, but she didn't blame her dear daughter for the incident. Instead, she paid a visit to her friend's house. At first, her mother tried convincing the girl's family that she and her daughter weren't a threat, but they didn't believe them. They threatened to have Rosette and her mother burned at the stake. Telling Rosette that this was for her own good, she erased the entire family's memory of Rosette and herself, protecting them.
After that, Rosette understood the danger of revealing their identities.
Choosing to simply enjoy her powers in secret, Rosette became a slight bit of a loner as she aged. She'd talk and help people as she saw fit, but many didn't approach her due to her overwhelming aura. She's friendly and kind, but some deem her too perfect for this world. Because of her beauty and elegance, she can be slightly hard to approach in some people's eyes. Not to mention, her father holds a great deal of power in the town. One word from him, and you could end up banished - or worse, killed. Rosette and her mother always tried to prevent him from abusing his power, but then something terrible visited their precious hometown.
A black witch.
This witch was quite formidable, unlike any of the other minor dark energies that were being hunted within the town. Rosette's mother could sense her presence all the way from the outskirts, and Rosette could feel it, too, due to the strength of her family's craft. To this day, she doesn't realize that she's apart of a long line of white witches. All she understood was the fact that she was capable of doing things that the other girls in town couldn't. Rosette's mother, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was capable of. Thinking of it as her duty, she attempted to stop the witch in her tracks before she brought complete and utter chaos into their town.
Her efforts completely backfired on her, however.
Due to her fighting the witch, she revealed herself as one if her technical kin, despite the fact that their ways and beliefs vary dramatically. Rosette's father, her husband, was the one to find her.
The details of what happened were never revealed to the young Rosette.
She has no idea what truly happened that night. The only thing she can remember was her mother casting some sort of charm on Rosette's being after giving her the rose pendant she almost always wore around her neck. She also left her the book of shadows that was in her family for generations. "Don't look inside until you're eighteen," she can recall her mother's words. "Only then will you be ready to handle the truth." At first, Rosette always wondered what this truth was, and she was tempted to go back on her mother's word and just read the book anyways. However, whenever her father bestowed the news of her untimely departure, she obeyed her final request.
Years and years went by, and witch hunting became more and more of a thing. More and more people were getting burned at the stake, and not all of them were even witches to begin with. How did Rosette know? Well, none of them possessed that energy that Rosette sensed that night her mother never came back home. In her mind, the black witch must have done something to her. Was she dead? Did she have to run away? Rosette has no idea. All she knew was that her mother was gone, and all she had was the book and pendant she left behind for her. She couldn't wait for her eighteenth birthday to arrive, and soon enough, it did.
For a moment or so, Rosette couldn't get the thing to open. There was some sort of oddly shaped lock on the book, but Rosette soon realized why the shape looked so familiar. The rose pendant her mother left to her actually ended up being the key, and soon Rosette was able to finally pry the book open. Inside were spells upon spells, as well as incredibly interesting details about magic and the craft. This was when Rosette finally realized that she was a witch, but not just any witch. She was a white witch, and there was also a list of specific rules in the book her mother left behind. It was what differed her from all the witches being burned at the stake.
For the past three years, Rosette has been living in secret from the world. Despite her mother's warning, though, she decided to tell her father about what she was. In the beginning, he couldn't even look at her, though she sensed something off about his reaction. It was almost as though he wasn't surprised; like it was something he was expecting, but dreading. Luckily enough, though, he heard her plea about how she was different, and she showed him her book of shadows. Seeing this as more of a blessing, her father decided to let Rosette use her power to help and protect the people, as well as assist in sniffing out black witches.
How long this peace will last, though...
Only time will tell.
♥
♥ Introduction ♥
Rosette Thorne
Back in the times of the witch trials, hardly anyone was safe. With one word from the church, you could be burned at the stake, stoned to death, or simply tortured brutally until you finally gave up on living. Many innocents were killed, whether they were innocent or guilty of the crimes they were accused of. Did the church or witch hunters care? Not really. So long as they profited, what was the real harm? Not many people saw these actions as treacherous or malicious, for most just feared for their very lives. They'd do anything and everything if it meant keeping them or those they treasured out out of harm's way.
These are the times when this particular story takes place.
It follows the lives of two particular people, both of which reside in the small town of Ashwick Grove. One man goes by the name of Caleb Revier, and he's dedicated in the art of witch hunting. He doesn't do it only for the money and vain honor like most other hunters do, though. He has drive, motive, and a sure reason. Meanwhile, there's Rosette Thorne, the pastor's daughter. Due to her position as the head priest's daughter, she's grew up quite privileged, meanwhile Caleb comes from an entirely polar background. Such opposite people, though their fates are undeniably intertwined. Not to mention, Rosette has a deadly secret...
She's a witch.
Not all witches are bad, though, as she's managed to convince her father. A few years after her mother's eerie disappearance, she discovered her true identity, and her father decided to slightly open up to her existence so long as she assisted in the hunting of other witches. He doesn't quite understand that there are two kinds of witches, though; black and white. Rosette comes from a long line of white witches, those of which would never use their magic to harm human beings. On the other side, there are the black witches, and they love to stir up some chaos and trouble. They practice the dark arts without hesitation.
Not many people understand that there are good witches in the world, which is why Rosette keeps her identity under wraps. However, she can't hide forever. Caleb could figure her out any moment, just as easily as any other person in Ashwick Grove could stumble upon her accidentally while she's showing her powers.
What's in store for these two? How will they end up? What will become of the quaint Ashwick Grove?
Only time will tell.
♥
♥ Meet the cast ♥
These are the wonderful characters actively participating in the story~
Name: Caleb Revier
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Witch Hunter
Skills: Having tried a handful of weapons Caleb prefers to use a spear, he also has a hunting knife tied to his waist. For hunting he mainly uses traps since he is terrible with a bow and arrow, he couldn't aim to save his life. Other than that he can fight decently without weapons and can both cook, sew, hunt, care for minor injuries and generally survive in the wild on his own.
Appearance:
Standing quite tall at 5'10" with as muscular a build he can get since he was born naturally slender and relies on speed and skill rather than raw muscle power. Caleb has dark reddish brown hair, parted slightly to the right, that falls across his eyes and while it is long enough to brush down his neck it can't be tied up. His narrow eyes are a mix of green and golden mixing well with his tanned skin, his nose is straight, and he has strong hands with calloused, rough skin from using his spear a lot.
Caleb is not rich by any means and keeps a simple wardrobe, he wears an off-white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a brown vest that is mostly only buttoned halfway. Dull, moss green pants made of cotton is tucked into almost knee high, worn, leather boots with the top folded down to create a cuff. A few leather pouches and bags are tied to his belt with his more important tools and objects, his hunting knife also hangs from his belt.
When he is out travelling and hunting witches he carries a simple bag with a flap with him where he keeps some essentials like an extra pair of clothing, a warm cloak, food, medicine and so on. But when he lives in town he doesn't need that, he also leaves his weapons home during times he stays in one place for long.
He carries his spear with him when he travels, the blade is covered by a special sheet and protected by a cloth wrapped around it. The spear itself is made of dark wood and with faint carvings on it near the blade and by the end, the blade is 1 foot and straight, it's razor sharp and always cared for by Caleb to be in peak condition.
Personality: Caleb is generally an easy going guy, friendly and not fond of unnecessary violence and doesn't like killing people, although a good fight gets his adrenaline going.While he is a man of faith Caleb doesn't hold the church in too high regard, he can't see the point of needing a middleman between you and God but he doesn't mind getting payed by the church though. He is not too good with his words all the time and can also be quite dense in some situations even if he is more insightful than his laid back nature indicates. Normally not one to act rashly without thinking Caleb often sees the logic and reason in things even when he would prefer not to.
Born a commoner Caleb sides with the poor in the world and as often used his skills to protect others while on his hunts. His sense of justice and need to do what is right can sometimes clash with the law but when he is troubled he will follow his heart, believing God will guide him. However his kind heart and mercy is not extended to witches, the memory of the evil witch who took his brother is always with him and while he does not search especially for her he would not hesitate to exact revenge if he happened upon her.
Deep down he is a little conflicted about hunting witches, during his life he has always believed that women should be protected and to harm a woman is a sign of weakness and corruption and yet witches are all women. Of course his conscience is eased by the fact that witches are evil but his solid belief has cracked slightly after sending off witches to be judged who by all accounts seemed good and pure. So far he prefers to ignore those seeds of doubt and blindly clings to what he has known as true his entire life. All he needs is a push to stop put blind faith in others words and text and think on his own, but if you have heard all your life witches are evil it is hard to shake that belief.
History: Born to a commoner family, his dad being a hunter and his mother a seamstress Caleb and his younger brother grew up in a loving albeit struggling home. His father had a permission to hunt by the Lord who owned the area but that meant he had to pay heavier taxes by giving up a lot of his kills. Caleb had since a young age been trained by his father to track and hunt, and due to his mother's work he was also learning skills in her trade.
When he was 13 and his brother 9 their mother died due to an illness and Caleb took it upon himself to take care of the house and his brother while his father had to work harder to earn enough money for them all. This made Caleb a good cook among other household tasks and basically becoming a surrogate mother for Thane.
While his father worked as a hunter as well as doing extra odd jobs in and out of town, Caleb raised his little brother and the two became very close as their father was rarely home and also had become more reserved and serious after his wife's passing.
Caleb left home when he was sixteen, he quite quickly came into contact with witch hunters, they were doing what he longed to do, captured witches and brought them to justice, unless they fought too much and had to be killed where they stood. They trained Caleb and taught him how to do the job of a hunter how to capture a witch and turn her into the church safely, and how to use less than deadly force unless it was necessary.
Now he is 22 and survives by the money he gains as a witch hunter employed by the church, normally he doesn't have much interest in the church even if his faith is strong but being employed by the church gave him an income opposed as being a lone hunter. He is currently hiring a small house in an equally small town far from his childhood home and is rather enjoying a stable home for the first time in years even if it's not permanent. Even if he is payed by the church he still needs to actually capture witches to keep receiving his income and he moves accordingly to the sightings of witches.
Other: Left handed but has developed a slight ambidextrous trait when it comes to weapons just in case he would get his main arm injured. He is very religious but doesn't care much for the church thinking a man's faith is between him and God and not between him and the church. Likes sweet stuff but is not fond of bitter things. Drinks alcohol but isn't overly fond of it, but often it is safer than water depending on where you are. He carries a plain silver cross on a chain around his neck, it's roughly 2.5 inches long, it first belonged to his mother and later Caleb took it after his brother was killed.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Witch Hunter
Skills: Having tried a handful of weapons Caleb prefers to use a spear, he also has a hunting knife tied to his waist. For hunting he mainly uses traps since he is terrible with a bow and arrow, he couldn't aim to save his life. Other than that he can fight decently without weapons and can both cook, sew, hunt, care for minor injuries and generally survive in the wild on his own.
Appearance:
Standing quite tall at 5'10" with as muscular a build he can get since he was born naturally slender and relies on speed and skill rather than raw muscle power. Caleb has dark reddish brown hair, parted slightly to the right, that falls across his eyes and while it is long enough to brush down his neck it can't be tied up. His narrow eyes are a mix of green and golden mixing well with his tanned skin, his nose is straight, and he has strong hands with calloused, rough skin from using his spear a lot.
Caleb is not rich by any means and keeps a simple wardrobe, he wears an off-white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a brown vest that is mostly only buttoned halfway. Dull, moss green pants made of cotton is tucked into almost knee high, worn, leather boots with the top folded down to create a cuff. A few leather pouches and bags are tied to his belt with his more important tools and objects, his hunting knife also hangs from his belt.
When he is out travelling and hunting witches he carries a simple bag with a flap with him where he keeps some essentials like an extra pair of clothing, a warm cloak, food, medicine and so on. But when he lives in town he doesn't need that, he also leaves his weapons home during times he stays in one place for long.
He carries his spear with him when he travels, the blade is covered by a special sheet and protected by a cloth wrapped around it. The spear itself is made of dark wood and with faint carvings on it near the blade and by the end, the blade is 1 foot and straight, it's razor sharp and always cared for by Caleb to be in peak condition.
Personality: Caleb is generally an easy going guy, friendly and not fond of unnecessary violence and doesn't like killing people, although a good fight gets his adrenaline going.While he is a man of faith Caleb doesn't hold the church in too high regard, he can't see the point of needing a middleman between you and God but he doesn't mind getting payed by the church though. He is not too good with his words all the time and can also be quite dense in some situations even if he is more insightful than his laid back nature indicates. Normally not one to act rashly without thinking Caleb often sees the logic and reason in things even when he would prefer not to.
Born a commoner Caleb sides with the poor in the world and as often used his skills to protect others while on his hunts. His sense of justice and need to do what is right can sometimes clash with the law but when he is troubled he will follow his heart, believing God will guide him. However his kind heart and mercy is not extended to witches, the memory of the evil witch who took his brother is always with him and while he does not search especially for her he would not hesitate to exact revenge if he happened upon her.
Deep down he is a little conflicted about hunting witches, during his life he has always believed that women should be protected and to harm a woman is a sign of weakness and corruption and yet witches are all women. Of course his conscience is eased by the fact that witches are evil but his solid belief has cracked slightly after sending off witches to be judged who by all accounts seemed good and pure. So far he prefers to ignore those seeds of doubt and blindly clings to what he has known as true his entire life. All he needs is a push to stop put blind faith in others words and text and think on his own, but if you have heard all your life witches are evil it is hard to shake that belief.
History: Born to a commoner family, his dad being a hunter and his mother a seamstress Caleb and his younger brother grew up in a loving albeit struggling home. His father had a permission to hunt by the Lord who owned the area but that meant he had to pay heavier taxes by giving up a lot of his kills. Caleb had since a young age been trained by his father to track and hunt, and due to his mother's work he was also learning skills in her trade.
When he was 13 and his brother 9 their mother died due to an illness and Caleb took it upon himself to take care of the house and his brother while his father had to work harder to earn enough money for them all. This made Caleb a good cook among other household tasks and basically becoming a surrogate mother for Thane.
While his father worked as a hunter as well as doing extra odd jobs in and out of town, Caleb raised his little brother and the two became very close as their father was rarely home and also had become more reserved and serious after his wife's passing.
Caleb left home when he was sixteen, he quite quickly came into contact with witch hunters, they were doing what he longed to do, captured witches and brought them to justice, unless they fought too much and had to be killed where they stood. They trained Caleb and taught him how to do the job of a hunter how to capture a witch and turn her into the church safely, and how to use less than deadly force unless it was necessary.
Now he is 22 and survives by the money he gains as a witch hunter employed by the church, normally he doesn't have much interest in the church even if his faith is strong but being employed by the church gave him an income opposed as being a lone hunter. He is currently hiring a small house in an equally small town far from his childhood home and is rather enjoying a stable home for the first time in years even if it's not permanent. Even if he is payed by the church he still needs to actually capture witches to keep receiving his income and he moves accordingly to the sightings of witches.
Other: Left handed but has developed a slight ambidextrous trait when it comes to weapons just in case he would get his main arm injured. He is very religious but doesn't care much for the church thinking a man's faith is between him and God and not between him and the church. Likes sweet stuff but is not fond of bitter things. Drinks alcohol but isn't overly fond of it, but often it is safer than water depending on where you are. He carries a plain silver cross on a chain around his neck, it's roughly 2.5 inches long, it first belonged to his mother and later Caleb took it after his brother was killed.
If you see an elegant and chaste looking young lady walking down the street, her ivory skin glowing with enchanting vigor, her honey drizzled irises twinkling in the most endearing of fashions, and her gorgeous, silken brown curls flowing long past her waist, bouncing with life - then you're most likely looking at this woman right here. She towers at a mere 5'2'', and she's quite petite in figure, though she's much stronger than she may seem. Most think of her as a fragile flower, comparing her to the delicate pink roses she almost always has in her possession, but one must be sure to never forget that roses naturally possess thorns.
She can normally be found wearing rather alluring lace and fine cotton dresses, and some may even mistake her for a princess with the way she carries herself. She's filled with benevolence and compassion, and some may even regard her as ethereal. Sometimes, the young girl can even be mistook for an angel, with beauty rivaling even the most picturesque spring blossoms. However, she doesn't appear to possess a hint of vanity, nor does she seem to look down on others. The girl gives off a friendly air, as if inviting others in so she can share all the love and kindness she has to offer. She's simply beautiful, inside and out, and her entire town knows it.
Now, what exactly is her name, you ask?
Rosette Thorne
Age
She's currently the young age of twenty one.
Gender
She's a young maiden, but of course.
Occupation
She's the pastor's daughter, though she's secretly a witch.
Abilities
Rosette is a white witch, meaning that she's the type of witch that will never use her abilities to harm humans. She specializes in the arts of healing, so she knows quite a bit about herbs and the like. However, with the use of the power of words and touch, she can actually heal with her bare hands. Very rarely does she use her direct power to heal humans, unless they're in dire need of her assistance. Healing isn't the only thing Rosette is capable of, though. She's able to influence plant life, allowing her favorite pink roses to bloom even in the harshest of winter, but she covers this up with a green house behind the church. She knows various spells, as well.
Personality
Rosette is the very definition of benevolence. Her heart is so kind and so pure, it almost leaves people in disbelief at how someone can be so sweet. She's gentle and caring, and, in all of her years, she hasn't harmed a single soul. All she ever wants to do is help and assist people, for she simply wants all those she loves to lead happy, fulfilled lives. One may even deem her selfless for this trait, but she's not completely. She also has a sense of self protection, as well, and she's not afraid to stand up for what she believes is right. If need be, she'll even stand all on her own. Rosette has a strong sense of justice, and she won't stand by idly if someone is being wronged.
Rosette is also a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. She doesn't believe in coincidence, for she's more of the type of person that trusts in fate. She doesn't believe her entire life is up to fate, though. All in all, she does believe that people have the power to create their own destiny. Rosette always thinks before she speaks and acts, for she knows that her choices define who she is. The power of will is immense, and she knows this fact very well due to her power as a witch. Her words can change the ways of the world, which is one of the reasons why she's so careful about what she says. She's quite wise for her years, and many know it.
Rosette is also an incredibly modest young girl, too. Some may not expect it, but she's actually quite easily embarrassed. She can be outgoing when the time calls for it, and she's very open with those she treasures, but she has her shy and timid moments, as well. Rosette has also never been in love, despite being the age that she is. While all of her other friends were off in search of adequate young men to marry, Rosette was practicing her craft and helping her father, the pastor, out with running the church. Some may judge Rosette for her beliefs, however, due to how different they are from the norm. She doesn't believe in one true God, after all.
She believes everything around her is holy, for the earth itself is what she worships. Not many people of the town know this, though, and she's not all that open with it due to her father's position. Some may doubt him if they found out that his daughter didn't follow the same spiritual path.
Still, Rosette is her own person, and she's not ashamed of it.
She marches to the beat of her own drum.
Biography
Rosette was born into a rather privileged family. Her mother was of high regard due to her position as a honorable apothecary, and her father was the head priest at the church in the small town they all lived in. Due to their positions that actively involved guiding and helping the people, either spiritually or medically, Rosette was raised to be compassionate and faithful from day one. Ever since she was a small child, she shared a special bond with her mother, and she's actually the one who taught her all about the craft. The springtime was her favorite time of year, for they'd always practice interacting with plants and animals.
In the beginning, though, Rosette didn't understand exactly what they were doing. Her mother never called them witches, though she insisted that Rosette keep her abilities a secret from her father. Not quite understanding why, Rosette reluctantly obeyed, simply deciding to enjoy the alone time she had with her mother. It was fun, and she felt incredibly special, though she did hate keeping it a secret. One day, whenever she was in school as a young little girl, she made the mistake of revealing her power to her closest friend. She made a daisy grow in the palm of her hand, and it began spinning as though it was dancing all on its own.
Shocked and terrified, her friend left the scene at the speed of light, and Rosette never understood why. Crying, Rosette rushed back home to her mother and told her what happened. Her mother clearly wasn't happy, but she didn't blame her dear daughter for the incident. Instead, she paid a visit to her friend's house. At first, her mother tried convincing the girl's family that she and her daughter weren't a threat, but they didn't believe them. They threatened to have Rosette and her mother burned at the stake. Telling Rosette that this was for her own good, she erased the entire family's memory of Rosette and herself, protecting them.
After that, Rosette understood the danger of revealing their identities.
Choosing to simply enjoy her powers in secret, Rosette became a slight bit of a loner as she aged. She'd talk and help people as she saw fit, but many didn't approach her due to her overwhelming aura. She's friendly and kind, but some deem her too perfect for this world. Because of her beauty and elegance, she can be slightly hard to approach in some people's eyes. Not to mention, her father holds a great deal of power in the town. One word from him, and you could end up banished - or worse, killed. Rosette and her mother always tried to prevent him from abusing his power, but then something terrible visited their precious hometown.
A black witch.
This witch was quite formidable, unlike any of the other minor dark energies that were being hunted within the town. Rosette's mother could sense her presence all the way from the outskirts, and Rosette could feel it, too, due to the strength of her family's craft. To this day, she doesn't realize that she's apart of a long line of white witches. All she understood was the fact that she was capable of doing things that the other girls in town couldn't. Rosette's mother, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was capable of. Thinking of it as her duty, she attempted to stop the witch in her tracks before she brought complete and utter chaos into their town.
Her efforts completely backfired on her, however.
Due to her fighting the witch, she revealed herself as one if her technical kin, despite the fact that their ways and beliefs vary dramatically. Rosette's father, her husband, was the one to find her.
The details of what happened were never revealed to the young Rosette.
She has no idea what truly happened that night. The only thing she can remember was her mother casting some sort of charm on Rosette's being after giving her the rose pendant she almost always wore around her neck. She also left her the book of shadows that was in her family for generations. "Don't look inside until you're eighteen," she can recall her mother's words. "Only then will you be ready to handle the truth." At first, Rosette always wondered what this truth was, and she was tempted to go back on her mother's word and just read the book anyways. However, whenever her father bestowed the news of her untimely departure, she obeyed her final request.
Years and years went by, and witch hunting became more and more of a thing. More and more people were getting burned at the stake, and not all of them were even witches to begin with. How did Rosette know? Well, none of them possessed that energy that Rosette sensed that night her mother never came back home. In her mind, the black witch must have done something to her. Was she dead? Did she have to run away? Rosette has no idea. All she knew was that her mother was gone, and all she had was the book and pendant she left behind for her. She couldn't wait for her eighteenth birthday to arrive, and soon enough, it did.
For a moment or so, Rosette couldn't get the thing to open. There was some sort of oddly shaped lock on the book, but Rosette soon realized why the shape looked so familiar. The rose pendant her mother left to her actually ended up being the key, and soon Rosette was able to finally pry the book open. Inside were spells upon spells, as well as incredibly interesting details about magic and the craft. This was when Rosette finally realized that she was a witch, but not just any witch. She was a white witch, and there was also a list of specific rules in the book her mother left behind. It was what differed her from all the witches being burned at the stake.
For the past three years, Rosette has been living in secret from the world. Despite her mother's warning, though, she decided to tell her father about what she was. In the beginning, he couldn't even look at her, though she sensed something off about his reaction. It was almost as though he wasn't surprised; like it was something he was expecting, but dreading. Luckily enough, though, he heard her plea about how she was different, and she showed him her book of shadows. Seeing this as more of a blessing, her father decided to let Rosette use her power to help and protect the people, as well as assist in sniffing out black witches.
How long this peace will last, though...
Only time will tell.
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♥ Introduction ♥
Rosette Thorne
Rosette could smell the scent of fall in the air. Despite the fact that it was getting a tad chilly out, Rosette left the window to her room wide open. The cool breeze made her curtains flow through the air gracefully, as if calling to Rosette to come and look outside. The sun's rays were peeking through the sheer white fabric, beckoning her to come closer. After sitting up in her bed and letting out a nice stretch, Rosette listened to their call. Her small feet planted themselves back on the ground, and, one step at a time, she made her way over to her window. From the second story of her father's home, she could see a large amount of the small town of Ashwick Grove, and people were just beginning to awaken and roam about. It was about seven in the morning, smack dab at the end of September, and Rosette was ready to tackle another day with eager, honey glazed eyes.
Every morning, the young maiden had a routine. She'd wake up, get dressed, and perform all of her other morning rituals. Once she was ready, she made her way over to the church where her father was probably already residing. Behind the church was her beloved green house, which was the place where she freely practiced with many of her abilities. None of the townspeople knew this, however. In fact, not many even knew that the green house existed. It was built right in a small clearing behind the shrub and forestry behind the church building, so it was actually concealed pretty well. Rosette didn't really feel any need to hide, though. The only thing she had in the structure were innocent herbs and other plants, those of which she could simply say she grew naturally over time. No one could prove she actually used her magical powers to speed up the process.
Still, seeing as nobody else was around, Rosette decided to allow herself to let loose and relax. She greeted her beloved rose garden kindly, gently allowing her fingers to linger along the smooth rose petals. "Good morning, lovelies," she spoke, her tone nothing less than loving and affectionate. Her pink roses meant a great amount to her, especially due to the fact that they were also her mother's favorite plant. "I named you after these roses," Rosette could recall her mother telling her years upon years ago. "I'm sure that, one day, you'll grow and blossom just like these flowers do, and you're beauty will be unrivaled." She remembered the scene of her mother gently placing her soft hand on the side of her porcelain cheeks, her honey hued irises meeting Rosette's identical pair.
Placing her hand over her heart for a moment, Rosette tried to soothe the subtle ache arising within her.
Sadly, her mother wasn't around anymore.
Now, all she had were these roses, as well as the gifts that her mother left behind. Rosette actually had her book of shadows hidden in the green house, and, to make sure that nobody would ever stumble upon it, she shielded it's presence with a spell. Any normal human who set foot in here wouldn't be able to find the book no matter how hard they tried, for she made it invisible to the naked eye. Rosette, on the other hand, knew exactly where she had it hidden. Upon her touch, the book revealed itself, and Rosette took out the rose pendant she always wore around her neck. Bringing the pendant down to the lock over the cover of the book, she pressed down, and the seal unlatched. She then began flipping through the pages, finding one of her favorite remedies. "This could be useful for some of the townspeople," Rosette spoke her thoughts out loud as she smiled sweetly.
Gathering the proper materials, Rosette began mixing all of the herbs, crushing them together with her pestle and mortar. Upon saying a few words, the plants began glowing in the bowl, and they began to morph together in some liquid. On one of the shelves besides the pots that all of her herbs were growing in, there were also various bottles and vials she used to hold her potions and liquid remedies. "Anyone who's feeling a bit under the weather should feel much better after drinking some of this," she nodded to herself in pleasant satisfaction. "It'll warm them up, and any flu plaguing them should be gone within days!" She exclaimed proudly to herself, giving her body a small twirl in delight. She held the small vial in the air as she did so, bringing the small container back down to her torso after spinning. Guess I should head back into town, then, she thought with a sweet beam.
She stuffed a few vials filled with the medicine she just made into her bag, deciding to visit a few families that she knew had one or two people who were ill. I'm sure they'll appreciate it, Rosette thought to herself, enjoying the sensation that came whenever she thought of a good deed. She just knew that this feeling would increase wonderfully once she actually accomplished it, helping all those feeling ill heal and get back to leading happy, healthy lives.
I hope they'll like it! She skipped her way past the church grounds and back into town.
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