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Robin Wester, The Blood Witch ➠
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❥ Full Name: Robin Wester
❥ Alias/Title: Blood Witch
❥ Nickname(s): -
❥ Species: Human
❥ Gender: Non-Binary
❥ Pronouns: They/Them
❥ Age: Twenty-Four
❥ Sexuality: Pansexual
❥ Position, etc.: Dominant Switch
❥ Occupation: Witch
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❥ General Appearance: • short red hair - wavy - messy - quite often a little frizzy • dark eyes - brown, but near black - short lashes - monolid (?) eyes • beige skin - smooth, almost abnormally clear • five foot six - slightly chubby • shirts with lace sleeves - high waist jeans - lace-up boots, ankle or knee high • bandana round neck - long but simple earrings - dark eyeliner
❥ General Personality: • blunt; they always speak their mind, even at the expense of of others' feelings • impatient; they won't wait very long for anything, especially if it's something to do with their work • (reluctantly) kind; they may berate and scold you for whatever you did the whole time, but they'll still try and help as best they can • emotionally stunted/stoic; it would almost be comical, if it wasnt so painful, to watch them try and process their emotions-- it takes them quite a while • logical/grounded; whilst sympathy doesnt really come easily to them, they're absolutely the person you want to go to for a rational solution/explanation
❥ Fear(s)/Phobia(s): • thalassophobia; fear of the ocean
❥ Likes:
• bats; they just think the little flying critters are neat • omelette; they especially like it with ham, tomato and cheese • lavender; their shop often smells like it as they burn incense sticks
❥ Dislikes:
• classical music; they aren't sure why, it just unsettles them • snakes; mostly just the kinds that eat birds • orange; they dont really have a reason, they've simply never liked the colour
❥ Pet(s): • Niño; crow, male, cheery and energetic • Niña; crow, female, loud and obnoxious
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❥ Abilities/Powers: • Haemokinesis; blood manipulation, be it the user's own or otherwise, excessive use can cause death • Wound Knit; a healing ability that branches off of haemokinesis, it allows the user to utilise blood to sew up wounds on themself or another person, the more severe the injury the more blood it uses, it takes longer when they're using a blood bag rather than their own blood • Potion Creation; a basic skill that allows witches to create potions with various effects, it is not every witch's speciality
❥ Weapon(s): • knuckle dusters; basic iron, worn, used only as a last resort
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❥ Other:
• Robin still goes out looking for Lainy sometimes, though she went missing at age ten • despite seeming pretty harmless, they're actually an adequate fighter, even without their magick
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❥Requirements:
• your character must be, or have a pet who is, gravely wounded
❥ Scenarios:
[Scenario One: You Want Me To Heal What?]
• Ah, the full moon. Even if it was hidden behind stormy grey clouds, the edges only just illuminated in an eerie white glow, Robin knew it was there. The usually quiet little town they lived in became a hive of activity-- shops selling their wares, adventurers haggling a price for whatver loot they happened to acquire, and so on --the low buzz of chatter filling the air at all times of the day and night, carriages clattering down the cobble as they passed through.
It was, whilst busy, an enjoyable time for most. The villagers were friendly, and the adventurers always had a tale or two to tell.
Robin was, however, rushed off their feet. Their services may have been a little pricey but they were the only real healer-- one who could get the wound fixed near completely, rather than an ointment that left a nasty mark and may leave damage unhealed --in town, so their little shop was filled to the brim.
Eventually they got a moment to relax, fingers tingling with magic despite the soft red glow having faded, eyes drifting shut as their body relaxed.
...Until the door opened again.
"What?"
They didn't care how snappy they sounded, even after they saw the damage. Y/N was stood I the doorway, a layer of crimson coating the majority of their body, was it their's? Someone else's? Robin couldn't tell.
