Tilly's Tavern & Inn

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Accepted. I was hoping that @Ciel would throw up an intro, but oh well.
 
Name:​
Miane [Me-Anne] Thwic [Teh-Wick]​

Nickname:​
None that she's aware and approve of.​

Gender:​
Female​

Species:​
Witch​
Telekinesis. There is no limit to how many items she can levitate it if it's light. However, if the item is as heavy as a truck then she can only levitate that truck. It's fine if it weighs lighter​
Gravity manipulation. This is the only magic she bothers to upgrade. This is also her most destructive and powerful magic when on maximum strength. She is able to add or subtract gravity on herself and or others​
Basic magic​
Simple magic​

Age: ​
She lost count after 500 something.​

Position at Tavern:​
Cook​

Personality:​
Miane is a solemn female. A mature one at that. She never seems to raise her voice nor lose her cool. She always thinks rational and acts smoothly. She is rarely seen smiling but that doesn't mean she doesn't. Only certain times will she smile. She speaks in an acerbic style. She words her sentence carefully to not sound rude yet still firm. She does give sardonic comments from time to time. You can describe her as a mother figure when talking and dealing with nonsense.​
Having lived more than a few hundred years, Miane has seen and experienced many things. She is never once seen to be flummoxed. It takes a great deal to confound her. Still, with her memories, there is a fair share of good and bad times. She would often be seen staring off into space, presumably reminiscing. She would never talk about her past though. Never. Not even to her trusted friends.​
Trust is a very difficult thing to obtain from Miane. No one realizes this though as she treats everyone equally. She is able to treat even the most insufferable person with the same treatment as those she cares and likes. Miane is a gentle person. She can never not care. Even when she acts like she doesn't. She is very skilled at acting. Able to pull off a seemingly flawless smile out of nowhere that seems so believable, it could make people who knows she's faking it, doubtful.​
Still, there is always a constant tug in Miane's heart. A hole in her heart that even she can not explain. At times for no reason that she could understand, she'll cry. It had happened thousands of times before. She has learned to hold back that feeling whenever she feel it would come. Miane could only describe the feeling as resentment, grievance. She never talks about it. She never talks about any of her feelings to anyone. She didn't pry their history therefore she'd appreciate they did the same. She is, what you can say, reticent.​

History:​
A sad tale she lived. Even sadder how she doesn't even remember it. But time does. Let's go back a few hundred years ago.​

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Miane, though at that time known as 'White Satan'. She was a cruel person. The absolute worse. She slaughters people without mercy. Without care. Without any humanity. She wouldn't even blink as she crush the skulls of children. She left a bloody trail wherever she goes. No one knows why. Everyone could only assume. As she grew older, she felt the empty feeling in her soul, which was the very reason she started her genocide, grow bigger. She found killing not satisfying her anymore. She moved from village to village. Killing lesser and lesser until she stopped completely. Arriving to a village with a forgotten name, Miane assumed a different identity. A normal citizen she was. She lived like that for months until one day.​
As she was walking with her arms full of bouquets for her shop, she ran into someone which caused her load to fall everywhere. As she looked up to see the offender she was mesmerized and her empty heart started beating once more. She met the eyes of a young man. A handsome one at that. He seemed to be just as dazed as she was. Remembering the bouquets, she immediately crouched down to picked them up. She was surprised when he helped her. He even help her bring them to her shop. She asked for a name and he gave one. A name so incredible familiar. How could it not be? For it belonged to the prince of this land! Miane thought that would be the end of their meeting but she was proven wrong as he came to see her the next day. He continued to this until eventually they declared their love for eachother.​

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It was all going so well. So why was she crying? Why was she suffering? Why was she about to be burnt? A few days after their declaration, her shop was suddenly raided and she was captured. Without any warning or information, she was forcefully tied to a cross. Wood ready to be burnt. She could see everyone from the cillage was there. Including the prince. He looked so sad. So betrayed. She then looked at his side and saw the village's nun. She began shouting words that started to lit the situation up for her. They knew she was a witch. They were going to burn her. But how did they knew? She never once in her years of living here performed any magic acts. Not even minor ones. Seeing the look in the nun's eyes, she saw a fire. A fire of passion. A fire of jealousy. Miane was infuriated. This wasn't an act of justice. This was an act of envy. She would've actually accepted if she was in the wrong but this... this was injustice. She spouted lies. She fed them with lies. She fed her lover lies. Yes, she was a witch but never once did she cast a spell on him. Never once did she deceive him. She could see him get closer. Miane, still hoping, looked relieved, thinking he didn't believe the nun but her smile was immediately erased as she saw the fire. The fire he started. She wanted so bad to hate him but seeing the hurt and the reluctance in his eyes, she could bring herself to. All she could do was scream. Scream as she felt the heat crawl its way to her. She screamed her frustrations out. She screamed a blood-chilling scream as she used her magic. She flatten the fire, extinguishing it immediately. She also flatten the entire village with its' inhabitants.​
Miane escaped from the bindings and stood amongst the bloody corpses. Tears streaming down her faces. With a broken soul, she absconded. It started to snow soon after. She could feel herself getting light-headed. It was a long time since she used magic and that large magic really took a number out of her. As she closed her eyes, she mourned for the deaths, mourned for her luck, mourned for her powers. Oh, how terrible she was. Bringing death everywhere she went. She just wanted to start a new. She just wanted to forget. Slowly, darkness engulf her as the snow​

[Source: Witch Hunt [English version]]​

She got her wish. She was woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection of what happen.Only remembering the feeling of joy yet grief. She cried for no reason as soon as she woke up. At least, she thought it was for no reason. She soon discovered her own magic and thankfully she learned to adapt. She started living a normal life. She soon discovered Tilly's tavern and Inn. At first she was a customer but then she applied for a job which she got.​
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[Sorry, I had to repost. I edited some things but then it became all weird like. The more I try to do it again, the more screwy it became.]
 
Alright, the text size that you're using in the IC thread is way too small to read on mobile.
 
Oops, sorry. I'm just used to using that font.
I'll edit it.
 
It isn't the font, it's the text size that is difficult to actually read and see it properly.
 
Well, it appears to be either size one or two on mobile version. I had to break out the glasses to read your form.
 
It's a little bit better at least.
 
Hey I was wondering if you were still accepting characters?
 
Ya, still accepting.
 
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