She was savagely beautiful. The way a rabid wolf or a lioness is beautiful. Wild. Untameable. Dangerous. You could see her power as it danced across her skin, like fire licking up a tree on a dark night. But instead of bringing a sort of hellish light, it cast a vast shadow around the girl. Nobody could touch her.
Her hair had fallen out of its neat braid at some point, and it somehow made her more terrifying. It flew about her as the wind tried to get rid of the atrocity that stood in its path. It made her look bigger. More intimidating. Her eyes looked like the last embers of a dying fire, a perfect window to the fury and pain the raged beneath her skin. They were glassy and unblinking, a terrifying preservation of her true soul. She was a walking hurricane. She was the storm that nobody survived. She was an all-consuming wildfire. Her mouth was the conduit of her powers, and with the blood dropping from it, you would be right to fear her. And nobody should be able to wild power like hers with just her voice. Death was her friend, and despair and fear were their offspring, they spawned from her very touch. Nothing could escape her.Nothing ever had, and nothing ever would.
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Fun fact: her most powerful point in witchcraft is spellcasting
Height: 5' 2"
Age: 15
Ethnicity: Mixed (Sub-saharan and arabic)
Hair color/texture: Black, Type 3c Curls
Eye color: Green
