Name: Trixen Ovara Oherihene Age: Twenty One Gender: Female
Species: Witch Powers/Abilities: Cursing her opponent, hexes, and regeneration. Weapons: A long fencing pole at her side, and her witchcraft.
Hair Colour: Lilac Eye Colour: Violet
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Birth Town: Perth, Australia Previous Towns She's Lived In: Darwin, Newcastle, Birmingham, and New York City. Current Town: Copenhagen, Denmark.
Birth Allegiance: The Queen Of England Previous Allegiance: None Current Allegiance: The Queen of England
History: It would take forever to explain, considering witches live up to ten thousand years.
Personality: Flamboyant, outgoing, kind hearted, witty, childish, and talented in many things. Strengths: Giving orders, being in charge, and getting out of awkward situations. Weaknesses: Taking orders, talking to attractive people, and not being awkward.
Family: Her mother, Queen Victoria the Third of London. Partner: None Friends: None
Likes: Cake, chocolate, milk, and going outside. Dislikes: Being ordered around, rude people, and bitter things.
Saying(s): When we depart in death, our souls may only unite in the afterlife. Then, we never really will be apart, will we?
Extra: She was supposed to be queen of England, but decided against it.
Scenario: Trixen had been walking the crowded streets of Denmark. She was quite strange, with her lilac hair and eccentric clothing. What will you do...?
Random Of The Day: My friends and I were walking to the track one day-this was in primary school, mind you- and one of them comes up behind a teacher. Guess what he says? "The clowns are coming! Run for your lives!" The teacher turns around, and looks him in the eye for a long time. Then, she points her finger at him, and simply says, "Hush, small child. We need not know of your idiotic fears." Yup... I still have no idea why she chose to say that, but she did...
