[Hot Dad]

witchy gal!
- Ends 10/12/15

this adopt will be done through writing!

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You don't have to write much but best description wins : ))

Extra: her shoes can be whatever you like, but i had in mind black pumps.

[Lillybear]

Question, what do you mean by "element"? C:

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Username: EmberDemon
Hello, my name is EmberDemon, but you can
just call me Ember! i'm really nice
(I think at least haha) and I marked this adoption
place loving how you draw your humans! I have been
looking around for a human character but no one
ever makes them! Although I didn't really connect
with the first adopt since I don't like robes BUT
this one is sooo pretty!! I absolutely love this one!!
The blue is so pretty, and it just looks magical.
Hopefully I will be able to make my forum
deserving of it!
Anyways, continue reading don't let me stop you c;
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Name: Sona
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Element: Spirit
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Quirk:
Oddly, she sometimes just zones out from
everything that is around her,
keeping perfectly still when she does.
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Personality:
-Cheerful-
Sona is extremely happy when she is in her ideal
environment, She needs to be in order to do a lot
of the spells she practices. Since all her magic is
used for [mostly] good, she has to have a positive
attitude to all her incantations or potions.
-Decisive-
Once Sona has made up her mind about something
there is no turning back. She will do whatever she
wants and can set her heart on anything she desires.
Her decisions might take a long time to contemplate,
or can be a quick two seconds for a seemingly
obvious answer (at least, to her).
-Dramatic-
Drama Queen Sona. She loves to hear ALL the
animal chatter that comes by her house, she
even goes far lengths to hear any little bit
of gossip that she will cast a truth spell on one of her
little critters to spill all the secrets.
-Isolated-
Other than the occasional wanderer, Sona doesn't
have many human company. Most of her friends are
animals who take safety under her roof. She is able to
communicate with the little creatures by one of her
many potions. She slips it in their dinner so that the
communication between them will continue. The
animals are welcome to becoming her friend, and
do not see her as any kind of threat.
-Resourceful-
Anything and everything can be fixed. You just need
to be clever and find things that can help you achieve
what you want. Sona does that in more ways than one.
She endlessly creates new spells to fix the many
problems that arise in her forest.
-Trusting-
Some may say her willingness to trust people
and animals makes her weak. She considers it
unfair to judge someone just at first glace, so she
automatically trusts a stranger until they deem
themselves untrustworthy and evil.
-Guardian-
Sona doesn't really see herself as this, but others
do. She is humble about what she does (although
sometimes cocky she can fix the situation) and she
considers the term 'guardian' to be much too good
for what she is. Sona does love to help... but she
thinks that a guardian is meant to help everyone
without fail. She is afraid she won't be able to and
therefor, doesn't like when people refer to her as this.
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Where I Live:

A stream murmurs softly just beyond the treeline
at the edge of the clearing. Even without being in
sight, the calming sound of the running water still
reverberates through the trees. The tree leaves
shiver in the wind, casting a shifting, glowing light
down on the foliage. The breeze was perfect- that
wonderful blend of cooling, but not quite chilly.
What few would notice was the aura of power the
place had. The very trees seemed to echo with it,
the very sky paled beside it's presence. Alas though,
few would ever find the source of such power.
Fewer still even knew upon what if was their eyes
had seen.A tree sat at the edge of the glade. It was
a beautiful tree, but no less magnificent than its
brethren. It was not the tree, however, that was
interesting. No, it was the house in the tree. It was
hard to tell what was house and what was the tree
itself. Perhaps they had never been one or the other
at all.Nevertheless, the house was in the tree. The
tree seemed to accept its presence, even embrace it.
It enveloped the house, forming a bizarre yet
extraordinary looking abode. The house itself was
easily discernible from the tree, albeit with a rather
nature-esque appeal.The boughs of the tree had grown
together, forming walls and windows, and even,
something as mundane as a table. The walls and
floor were smooth wood, without a single splinter to
prick one's hand. The doorways were circular,
supporting a slender, beautifully carved door. Plants
grew on the inside of the house. Mosses and small
ferns and little flowers and the like. Somehow, they
didn't seem out of place. They grew in the corners and
small crevices, adding a touch of beauty to the elegant
home. Small pots and vials lay neatly stacked in the
corner of the room. The vials were filled with herbs,
trinkets, and other such magically-potent objects. It
even looked as though one held a live frog on the
inside. The pots held even more quizzical things.
Softly glowing plants, sickly-looking strange ones,
even one that appeared to be swaying and moving
on its own. But, perhaps the most interesting of all,
was the person sitting at the desk...The long sleek
black hair that hung over her slouched back and a
supernatural book glowing in fount of her as the girl
glided her hands over the pages. A ora of power
radiated off of the person overwhelming anyone who
came near. That peculiarly powerful person was named
Sona.
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Favorites:
-Food-
"I really enjoy Macaroons "
-Animals-
"Squirrels are very nice to me
so i am very nice to them in
return. They are some of my
best [animal] friends."
-Color-
"Baby blue is my favorite color!
It reminds me of Robin eggs."
-Movies-
I don't really want movies too
often, but i'd have to say "Alice in
Wonderland" was quite good.."
-Hobbies-
"I enjoy reading and practicing
sorcery. Magic is my go to hobby,
although, I do find myself collecting
strange plants and planting them in
my garden."
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Relationships:
Sona doesn't really have any relationships
with any human really. There is the occasional
person who comes into her forest and gets lost,
then she has to 'save' by redirecting them out,
but that really ins't much of a relationship. Her
biggest companionship is from the animals that
inhabit the forest with her. The one who is the
most attached to her is a squirrel named Browny.
He is a chipper fellow who gets scared when any
other human comes into view. Browny and Sona
can communicate by the spells and potions she
uses. In particular, Browny has a spell cast on
him to be able to speak to her in English. Most of
the other animals she makes friends with only
drink small portions of a temporary potion. Browny
is Sona's test subject when she is ready to step up
her training from inanimate objects to alive ones.
Browny trusts her enough to let her try these spells
and she is confident enough to trust herself in not
hurting her little squirrel friend.
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Sona often ignores people, not because
she is mean, but because she hates to be
bothered on a peaceful day (which is always).
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Sona uses her mage skills on lighting the
forest with soft orbs of light to guide the animals
back to their homes.
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Likes:
"I like sweets, books, alchemy and sorcery.
I started leaning magic when i was young so
I am quite good at it by now!
Interesting animals and plants always spark
an interest of mine that I can't ignore."
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"I really hate loud, overpowering noises. I
don't like when my magic goes wrong either.
Also anyone who harms my forest of animal
friends.It's cruel to think people like that exist
in the world, but sadly they do."
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Story:
"Whats that Browny?" Sona asked curiously as
her little squirrel pal scurried past her in a hurry,
screeching about a monster in the woods. The
little critter responded back to her with a small
squeak, Sona unusually seemed to understand
what the squirrel was saying. She quickly
grabbed her pack and put it around her shoulder,
she gathered up her spell book and recipe book
for all her potions and slid them inside. Herbs
and unique animals were bottled ready for use
and she crammed them into the pack. She
looked around her, then stood up. Her legs felt
tingly from sitting so long sketching the river
and restocking her ingredients. her friendly
squirrel friend scurried around her feet afraid.
Sona laughed and gave the little fella a nut.
"Don't worry, they will leave soon enough. The
humans don't come out here for long..." She pet
the top of her friend's head. sweetly soothing him
with the sound of her voice. She silently walked
closer to where the other humans were said to be.
She saw a man, almost her age, maybe a bit older.
He was with a even older man, one that looked
crippled since he was holding a stick of wood that
he was leaning on. Sona crouched in a bush,
hoping to overhear some gossip of the world she
was left apart of.
"Oh come on old man, all this beautiful nature
around you and all you can do is wheeze and
complain about how far you have been walking!"
The younger man spun around, gesturing to the trees.
His voice was deep but smooth, Sona was intrigued
by his interest in her forest.
She searched around herself and found a small
stone. Tossing it into a tree near by where the two
men were walking and startling a family of chipmunks
that had been resting under it. The two men glanced
at the noise and dismissed it as a sound of nature.
Sona noted that they did not draw any weapons when
a unknown noise was heard near them. She looked
over at the cowering Browny that clung to her as if she
was a rock and Browny a piece of deer moss. Sona
laughed without knowing that it would blow what small
stealth she had achieved. Instantly after her outburst,
she clutched her hand over her mouth in fright.
"Hello? Who's there?!" The
older man yelled with a wheeze.Nothing moved.
But the men were not so dismissive as before. The
older man took a step toward the bush that had kept
Sona hidden, but the younger one held out his hand
signaling that he will go instead. A moment passed
and Sona looked at her pack, deciding on weather
or not to risk making more noise to open a
potion. Before her decision, the young man sprinted
towards the bush and peered inside. Seeing her,
he grabbed her arm and thrust her out of her hiding spot.
"You scared us! What are you doing
out here by yourself? Where are your parents?"
His grip was tight as a cobra and his words filled with the
venom of that same snake. Sona couldn't believe his
assumption that she needed parents. Did she really look
that young? He started to shake her when she realized
she had zoned out of the situation. She looked at the man
startled. Whistled, and a furry ball came jumping out of the
bushes and onto the arm that had so rudely held her in
place. The man yelled and tried shooing the squirrel away,
loosing his grip on Sona. She took off towards her house
without looking back. The screams of shock faded out as
the distance between her and the others became grater.
A triumphant squirrel returned with her later that day after
scaring off the nasty intruders.
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Accessories:

Necklace
Her necklace, a simple triangle to most.
Sona needs it. Lots of her spells require
a material object that she can use as a
contractor of spiritual energy. This
necklace she wears is her item. The
surrounding energy is sought out by the
three points and brings them into the
center, awaiting Sona to use the power.
Bracelets
These do not serve any other purpose
but to look nice. She often likes the sound
they make when they cling together when
she moves her wrists.
Rings
Each ring has a engaging on the inside.
Lines of Latin words protecting the carrier
of the rings. These are Sona's defense
when she is not paying attention. They
don't have much defending power, but
then again she has not been threatened
so much that she would need a mass
amount of protection. The engraving just
slightly glows and releases a heat that
will alarm the wearer that danger is near.
Piercings
With Sona being around animals,
sometimes she comes across a animal
or two with clips in their ears. Even
though the animals disliked the piercings
Sona gave herself some. She liked the
way she felt special.
Wand
Her wand is one of the most important
things that she has. This gives her
close to unlimited power if she uses it
right. The wand was handed down to
her from her blood line that has since
died out. Each witch that came before
her and also used the wand, once
dead, power's are absorbed into the
wand to grant the next user the
previous owner's power and strength.
Book
Her many books have taught her the
ways of magic. Creating spells, potions
and using her materials correctly was
all self-taught from the books. Sona
has made her own, for future witches.
Her knowledge and extra findings
that she discovered are jotted own
in scribbles on the pages. She is very
proud of her work and hopes someone
else could get use out of it when she
has passed.
Shoes
(this is more for the sake of her shoes
not being in the picture)
Sona's shoes are flats with a belt that
ties around her ankle. They are the blue
of her shirt, and the buckle that connects
the two straps around her ankle is the
silver of her jewelry.


Extra things:
All art done by me c:
major thanks to Sabatea for helping
me with writing!
She is a the best and i really am bad at it x.x
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[Hot Dad]

Question, what do you mean by "element"? C:

if she's fire, ice , Earth, necromancer etc.. based

[Hot Dad]

wip omg yes i absolutely love this one
and do you mean December 5th?
you have 5\12\15..

Yep sry it's the English day/month/year ! I'll prob write that next to the date in future loll

[Lillybear]

I guess I'm dropping out, there are so many good forms, and I'm focused on some other things right now.

Good luck all!

[➳ hoot]

━━━━━━━━━━ ＬＩＦＥ ＧＯＥＳ ＯＮ ━━━━━━

in a world where overcast skies coughed poison, she had a gift.

when darkness became a normalcy, she had light. and when the stars withered, she had a galaxy. on nights like these when
the cold was unrelenting and dusk never met its end, and mio realises she has nothing by her side but her loneliness itself, sh
e'd embrace this gift. she'd climb the railings of a too-old building and rusted metal would leave smudges on her too-cold fin
gers. she'd tilt her chin to the inky sky, the lifeless sky, and she'd grin, all white teeth and black lips. the dead city beneath h
er would watch her every breath. invisible and indivisible, hidden eyes trail smooth movements as she'd scale the building's fa
ce. under the starless night and the chilling wintry, mio could've almost laughed but her heart thunders against her chest and
her lips are blue from the cold and her muscles are aching sore- she wouldn't have it any other way.

ＨＥＬＩＯＫＩＮＥＳＩＳ ★ the ability to manipulate ｓｏｌａｒ ｅｎｅｒｇｙ and all its elements

and when she's finally above it all, a vantage prompted by lofty structures, mio would twist the wand in her calloused fingers.
metal bangles twinkle against her wrist. the dull skies watch her lonely profile with heavy eyes. but mio isn't scared, and she s
ure as hell isn't lonely. what she had was something no one else had and with it came the most sane definition of isolation any
one's ever known. what she had was hope when no one else dared to dream, what she had was stars when the nights were ink.

so without further ado, the show begins.

in nebulous darkness mio raises her silver wand to the skies and its a challenge, it's defiance to the otherworldly nights sky far
too great for the opinions of human dust. but she doesn't care, for her battered eyes and battered lips had seen many a starl
ess night. mio would not let the corruption of humankind snake its way into the skies. mio would not let polluted fumes blan
ket the stars. words begin to tumble from her lips, a string of incoherent sentences pure garbage to the average human. but
with every word the clouds part, with every winters breath the skies crumple. a black heart and blacker lips twist into a silent
recognition of victory as droplets of starlight infiltrate a charcoal sky. her wand does not fall, her words do not falter. not unt
il the nights sky was pasted with luminous tears, not until dormant nebulae awaken to paint multi-coloured galaxies on a dull
canvas. not until the dying skies radiated the very hope she embodied. she does not let her wand drop until the skies shine bri
ght.

for stars represented life. stars represented hope. and in a corrupt world where fumes were so thick they strangled your lungs,
where the air was so cold it chilled the very core of your bones and where the people were so dead their eyes shone glassy dull,
there was only one thing mio could do. it mattered not if rain fell or snow cascaded.

if she could bring hope to the dying humanity, she would make the stars shine brighter than ever before.



❝you've always given a galaxy when they only needed a star❞

under the blinking city lights and the constant thump thump of mids night rave, mio hides shining eyes under a hood of black. the
y could label her what they wanted; a girl too childish, a girl too foolish to be a saviour, so she'd settle for a criminal instead. but
what they don't hear are the whispers as impish as the moon that hung in the sky. and the whispers call her many things.

weaving through seas of people under an eternal night, she keeps her head low and her lips curled. she was a criminal in these par
ts, where the air was thickest and the people richest. where the multicoloured party lights shun her lonely figure and the police ke
eps a hawks eye on any and every individual. but mio grins, because they would never catch her.

and as she runs through the cruel cruel night, she leaves stardust in her wake. like blood thirsty hounds, the police follow her trail.
in a world of black and white; a world where your life depended on if you were born bathed in sunlight or struck with moonlight, in
that kind of twisted world, people who flocked to dependence would never catch her. she was far too free to be chained to the lik
es of this dystopian birdcage. so she laughs to the rhythm of gunshots and shouts, and her footsteps echo her beating chest; mio had
n't felt this alive in a long time. so she would run, blanketed by hundreds of thousands of stars.

and if she was alone, if she had to run with nothing but the night, if she had to run with starless skies, then so be it.

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[Hot Dad]

bump
wow ur fourms look better than i expecteed!!

[Hot Dad]

edit: updated it to the 10th sry lol to give anyone more time to finish/enteer