⋆ about ⋆ [haha following the same desc format ;)) ] ･ WHOOPS A LAST-MINUTE DTA HAHAH [I got an extension until the end of the day tomorrow but I FINISHED IT TODAY YAY] ･ I've been working on this for like- 3-4 days now :') ･ UH OMG WHAT?!?! I LOVE THIS CHARACTER SO SUPER DUPER MUCH AND I MIGHT ADD ART OF HER AND HER CAT GFYUHIWDJ ･ oops sorry for -- uh-- screaming haha ^^;; ⋆ bio time! ⋆ Name: Evanora [ ev-EN-or-a] Nickname[s]: Evan, Nora, Evie [doesn't like] Gender: Female, She/her Sexuality: Bi Age: 16 Species: Human/Witch Occupation: Witch Relationships: Older sister, mother, father [deceased], best friend Kijo [kEy-jo], cat Salem Personality: ENFJ-A, ambivert, extrovert with people she knows, introvert with people she doesn't know/haven't met yet Strengths: Tolerant, reliable, charismatic, altruistic, natural leader, making potions Weaknesses: Overly idealistic, too selfless, too sensitive, fluctuating self-esteem, struggles to make tough decisions , the cold xD Likes: Salem, black cats/cats, the color yellow, magic, science/alchemy, flying on her broom, making potions Dislikes: Being mistreated/misunderstood, shoes, small spaces, dark colors/dull colors, people pronouncing her name wrong Pets: Salem, black cat [continued/backstories below]
[cont from ^^above^^] - - - Backstory- [her becoming a witch] TW: Bl00d, injuries, I had been standing there, I remember. A book about witches in my hands, clutched against my thumping chest. My best friend, Sabrina, was protecting me. There were two large men approaching her, their broad shoulders and muscly arms intimidating me and her. The largest one laughed a single, rough laugh and slammed Sabrina to the side. She lay there, her hair covering her bloody nose and her shoulder with a cut engraved in it. The book started falling. It slipped out of my hands, through my fingers it seemed. Fell to the ground with a thud to the floor, but the silent rung louder. I didn't bother pick it up. Tears brimmed my eyes. I ran. Ran until my legs burned and my eyes were squeezed dry of tears. Sabrina. I left her, all alone. To die, most likely. She was injured quite badly, unconscious. And I couldn't do anything about it. I needed to protect myself. I thought back to what the book said: "You know you're a witch if, in a mostly emotional or life-threatening situation, your body responds to this affirmation:" I paused. My eyes froze. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You can do this, Evanora. "Sun and moon. Air and Earth. Opposites, unite. The witch of the sun, the witch of the moon. Cresent high above, sunflower down below. Rejoin and unite, for I will wish with all my might..." I twitched. A gust of wind washed through the empty streets and played with my skirt. I looked to my left, and to my surprise, a me-sized broom came flying towards me. It came to a hault in front of me, and waved it's bristled at me as if to say "Hello". "H-hi...?" My voice came out as a hoarse, dry whisper. The broom encouraged me to soon mount it, and we were off. Flying through the night, the air tickling my face and the light drizzle that had begun pitter-patting on my arms and legs. I smiled. I was free. I was flying. I was a witch. - - [how she met Salem] TW: abandonment, some bl00d/injuries Mews. A lot of tiny, desperate mews. "Hello?" A squeak came from inside a large box. A head poked out. Her head. Evanora's head. The small, 4-year-old head of a girl who had been abandoned in a large box with little food and water to last her more than a few or more days. She had been abandoned there a week ago. Her throat was dry and craved water and a good meal. The mewing continued. Evanora hadn't been outside her box since her "parents" left her there. She grunted, turning the box on it's side and tumbling out. A small bruise began to form on her elbow. The little girl crawled towards the mewing. A small, baby black cat sat inside a box. Just like her own box, but smaller. She sat beside this new box on the rough, concrete pavement. Picking up the cat, Evanora hugged it close and ran her fingers over the rough, bare patches of skin on the kitten. "Poor kitty..." Her voice was small and fragile, like a glass in a busy room. A week later, she'd been found on the street and taken in to the orphanage. Nobody let the cat, whom she'd named Salem, inside the building so she had stuck outside most days and nights to hang out with her friend. Ever since then, they'd been inseparable. - - - *Art Tour* [these are just the art pieces + small descriptions] 1. Original art/reference [by @.countinqsheep] 2. Evanora on her broom! She definitely loves flying high <3 I really like the posing I did, but not too proud of that right arm ;; 3. AACK I'M RLY PROUD OF THIS-- Evanora in her lil' cave stirring up some potions or smth! I love the posing and the pot eek -- also the bkground is pretty good, too! 4. Closeup of 3/without background 5. A lil' ref I made for her! Feel free to use this ref with credit if you win this design :) - - *credits* ･ art by me except for the 1st one ･ backstory/bio by me ･ music - the girl next door - ON TOP (instrumental) eluzai - continue
