A curse within a blessing (princessXrose
 

This is a private roleplay thread between Princess_Creep and maidenroseheart, and only the fore-mentioned users may post here. Feel free to read along if you like.

My Charachter

Name: Circe Sherlock
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Witch)
Personality: Quiet, mischievous, daring, sarcastic. Circe can often be found mocking others, as well as herself, but it's always in good fun. It takes a lot to upset her, but when she does gets upset, shuts down and get's sick, refusing to eat and the like.
Strength: She had a good sense of humor, and is particularly good at bringing dreams and erasing parts of people's memories. She has a knack of interpreting spells.
Weakness: Violets are her 'kryptonyte' as it were, and any contact with the plant will cause her to grow weak and lose her powers. She is also bad at showing her true feelings, and bringing herself to admit that she cares for people.
Appearance: Circe is an odd looking young lady, though most simply attribute it to her being a witch. She is a small woman, standing at scarcely four ten, and is fairly thin, with a fairly flat chest and only slightly curved hips. She had a rather childish-looking face with full, pink lips, rosy cheeks, and wide golden eyes framed by long, thin lashes. She wears her hair, which has been pure white since the say she was born, in a cluster of meticulously formed sausage-curls that fall to just past her shoulders, with the front pulled back to show her face and secured by a black silk ribbon tied in a bow. She has bangs that come straight across her forehead falling to just above her eyebrows. She doesn't wear a lot of color; mainly just girlish dresses or silk wraps in black and white patterns. The only color she ever wears is pale pink.
Bio: Circle lives alone. She was raised by her mother, who was also a witch, but who disappeared when Circe was fifteen. Circe often threatens to curse those who stop by demanding food and lodging, but if someone were to ask for her company instead of insisting upon it, she would welcome them with open arms.

Bio:
Name: Celestia
Race: Fairy
Abilities: Like all fairies, is able to work with plants and animals. Her special ability is working with water. Considered a dark fairy because she works best a night.
Weakness: Curiosity
Age: Out of school but young yet.
Relatives: Related to the royal bloodline. One of many princesses in the fairy realm.
Bio: Has a stubborn nature but is understanding of others.
Description: She has long wavy hair that is a dark tint of blue. Her skin is a smooth hue of dark blue as well. Her wings are a translucent blue. Her skin and especially her wings glow under the night sky. A little glow from stars and a lot of glow from the moon. She has just to move her hands purposefully and sparkles fall from them. She is really thin with the smallest of bone structures. She is about three feet tall with the appearance of a very mature child.

Announcing Princess Celestia

Celestial entered the grandhall with grace and floated gently with her wings towards the throne. Bowing down, she waited for her Uncle and Aunt to give her leave to rise. Above her in shimmering gold, her Uncle sat reviewing her biography from the record.

Princess Celestia graduated with high honors among the members of her class. She is one of the best dark fairies we have received from the royal lines in ten years. Her ability to work with the wildlife at night is astounding. Also she seems to be able to take the beauty out of the stars themselves and place them within the flowers. Above all, her elemental strengths in water working have impressed even the high council. However we wish to caution the majestic King and glorious Queen before sending her from the our protected kingdom. She has shown an expressive curiosity for the human world and their ways. We feel she would be a danger to herself, her family, and her race if allowed to roam freely among the outer world. We suggest restraint in giving her any missions or journeys at this time. Our advice is to wait for her to mature a little longer.

She held her breath in anticipation. She had worked hard in every level of schools. She surpassed her peers and was by far one of the few who could work water as well as she did. If it possessed water in any form or state, she could use or manipulate it. Water was life. She was extraordinary. They would give her a journey that would bring her family fame and glory. She could see more of the outside world. Graduation had been so sweet.

Her Uncle rose and bade up as well. My dearest niece, a princess among princesses. I know you have worked hard to join the fairy work in this world. Bringing about the seasons and ensuring unity and continuity have been a goal dearest to your heart. I offer you a position in the royal city itself. In time, you will also be able to go on a journey. Until then, devote yourself to passing on your training to those following your steps. The turned and watched the recorder place his judgment in the archives. The room filled with whispering and a flurry of wings.

Celestia's heart dropped. Another few years? In her world that was like saying never. All her hard work... she felt grief build up in her and pleaded silently to be allowed to leave. As soon as it was given, she swiftly flew out.


5 Years Later

Conditions had gotten a bit tense between the Fairy Kingdom and the human world. Celestia prepared her bag with what she needed for her journey. Things would not be in the mess they were in now if she had been allowed to use her abilities she had been born with. Finally with a letter of recommendation and instructions, she was allowed to go on a journey. Hers would take her near a remote village away from most human work. That was okay though. Her curious nature was well-known and she was less likely to get into trouble if she was further away from the settled regions humans had claimed.

[Wow, that's longer than I expected. I'll see what I can do. Also, you forgot to do the appearance section. sorry my post is so short, my internet session at the lib. is about to expire. My next post will be longer, I promise! ]

Circe Sherlock gazed out her window at the swiftly approaching twilight. It was a mild evening, and getting warmer out, but still a little chilly. She had eaten an early dinner and was now standing at the kitchen sink, halfway through the process of doing the dishes from her meal, when she suddenly found herself unable to concentrate on the simple task at hand. It was so lovely out... Maybe she would just go for a quick stroll before it got dark out. After she finished washing up.
Circe tried to hurry, but found herself dreamy and distracted all through washing at putting away the dishes, and bringing in the laundry she had hung to dry that morning. She needed to go somewhere, and the steadily darkening woods looked particularity inviting tonight. Grabbing her light ash-grey cloak and slipping into fawn-colored boots that she kept by the door Circe finally stepped out into the evening. She stopped only to grab the small lantern that she kept by the door and to slip an extra candle and some matches into her pocket in case it got dark before she returned.
Circe didn't bother locking up; the only other intelligent beings living in this forest were faerie's and elves, and both creatures stayed away from her cottage; they knew that a witch lived there. Not that Circe wanted anyone to be afraid, of her, or that anyone really was. The creatures of the woods just left her alone, and generally stayed away from her cottage.

((I wrote it three times and lost it three times... a bit frustrated... give me a moment to grumble to myself and I will try again. Won't lose it this time!!))

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Celestia hovered gently over the pond. Her wings flitted silent and effortlessly behind her as she admired her reflection. The coming twilight lent the water a gorgeous blue hue. She thoughtfully swept a hand across the surface, adding the twinkling stars' glitter to the surface. Smiling in satisfaction, she rose up a little higher and admired the area around her. The coming night had its own beauty to give nature. Singing a soft lullaby, she gave the flowers around the gleaming pond additional glow. Smiling, she flew along the mossy banks adding a touch more softness to the greenery. The place was gorgeous despite humanity being in the area.

Actually this place was not as bad as some of the areas she had healed earlier that day. This was almost untouched and for that she was grateful. Humans were careless creatures. She glanced at some of the trees and frowned. Flitting over to one, she reached gracefully out and skillfully turned a delicate leaf in her small hand. It was wilting. Looking down at the piles of leaves already on the ground brought a deeper frown. It was not fall yet. Flying backwards, she spread out her wings and let a lullaby join with the music of the coming night. Power floated from her to the trees nearby, giving them extra energy to survive a little longer. She smiled in satisfaction.

Looking back down at the pile of leaves, she flew down and landed on her dainty feet. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. With giggles, she started dancing tight circles and kicking the leaves into the air. No matter what age, playing in fallen leaves was still fun. She smiled in joy and stopped to stare at the twilight sky. It was a gorgeous night. She turned to leave the pile of leaves. Snap!

She froze with a strangled cry, clinching her fists and eyes. Slowly looking down, she stared through her blurred tears at the rabbit trap that held her captive. Gasping in air from the pain, she slowly bent and grasped the trap with both hands. Forcing it open, she jerked her foot out. The renewed bleeding from where the trap had dug into her skin caused her to cry out yet again. Sniffling, she hobbled towards the edge of her gorgeous pond. Collapsing there, she slipped her throbbing foot into the cool water and hugged herself in pain. Humans. So reckless and careless.

((Not as good as my first three attempts... at least this time I haven't lost it.))

((Feel free to write as much or as little as you want. I tend to slowly copy the styles of those I roleplay with. So I can adjust to you however you wish to roleplay this.))

Circe smiled, glad to be out in the cool evening air. She loved the smell of the smoke and incense and whatever meal she happened to be cooking, but at times it got a little stuffy in the cottage. The woods were quiet and sleepy, and it was as if Circe was the only living thing in them. It was a time of transition, when day became night; when the creatures that basked in the sun had gone to sleep, and the ones that danced in the moonlight had not yet awoken. It was a magical time, a time of silence and beauty.

Circe wound her way through the trees without paying the slightest bit of attention to where she was going. There was no fear that she would get lost. In a way, Circe was bound to the cottage she was born and had lived her life in, and she knew she would always be called back to it in the end. Circe decide to head to a place she knew; a little clearing that contained a small pond. A place of beauty, untouched by man. It was crowded with flowers, and moss, with miniature thickets or brambles and clusters of fallen leaves. Circe came here sometimes; she came and healed the plants and animals that the humans had thoughtlessly wounded. But it had been a while since her last visit, and the clearing was showing signs of wear again. Circe felt a prang of guilt for neglecting it the way she had. She shouldn't have waited so long to return.

But it was clear that someone had resumed Circe's work, for the clearing was not as worn-down as it should have been after all this time. But who was it? There was a Faerie colony nearby, but as far as Circe knew, she was the only one who really lived nearby... Circe decided not to dwell on it. She was going to get to work when she heard someone cry out.

Circe turned around wearily, drawing the knife from her side. She was all to weary of strangers; She had been attacked before by hunters and soldiers who claimed she was an evil demon-woman looking to eat their hearts. Living in the woods, and being a witch in general, and taught Circe to be many things, but trusting was certainly not one of them. "Who are you!" She called.

[I think it's great :)]

Hearing the guarded question being called out nearby, she looked over her shoulder frantically. There were no other fairies on any journeys or patrols in this direction. There wasn't any for quite a few miles. That would not be a friend standing in the gathering darkness. Feeling faint from blood loss, the adrenaline rush was a welcome boost. She knew that despite being dark colored like the night, she would still be seen. There was no way to hide her glowing skin and wings when moonlight filtered onto her. Such was her beauty as a dark fairy. Her blue hair gleamed in the moonlight. Her glowing wings reflected back the shimmering of the stars. Her skin like living marble was as smooth as could be. A more dainty, delicate looking creature didn't exist in this place.

Knowing running wasn't an option, and staying here to be found just as dangerous. She moved the only way left to her. With a light flutter, her wings lifted her into the air. Gracefully hovering above the sparkling pond below her, she looked around for a place to hide. Which way was best? The trees? If she stayed in their shadows, it would be hard to spot her. The bushes? More easy for an enemy to reach her, though the complete shelter from the night sky light would conceal her as her glowing would then cease. Or she could just speed away, but again, which direction. Then there was the problem of her bleeding foot. It was rapidly weakening her. She had taken to long to decide. Feeling dizzy, she struggled to hover in place so that she would at least know where she was.

Through her dizziness she heard a pretty lullaby. It was of a voice most gentle to hear. Her eyesight was slowly going black, but her hearing was still good. With her eyesight no longer reliable, her ears strained to fill in the void they left. Catching those tunes was like balm to her beating heart. She felt herself start to relax. Surely no one with evil intentions could create such. And this area had been less worse for the wear than other places she had visited. Despite the hunting trap. The offer for help was pretty tempting at this point. Her flittering wings glittered in the moonlight as she slowly started blindly towards shore. A roar was starting to build in her ears as the blackness that had over come her eyesight began to overtake her consciousness. Just a little further.

No longer able to hear or see, she weakly told her numb body to keep going. She couldn't tell if she was still moving or not. Dizzy was definitely the right word to describe her now. She wondered what the other creature would think of her? Dark and glowing with delicate wings would normally inspire awe and wonder. However, she was fairly certain that she looked like a pathetic and drunk dragonfly that couldn't steer straight. Realizing even her thoughts were becoming confused, she tried to get out something from her mouth. Something that would not sound threatening to whomever was in these woods with her. With the last of her energy, she squeeked out "I'm just..." With that even her mind went black. With a pause, her wings stopped before drooping. Her body fell to the earth a yard below her. With a thud and splash, she landed half on the shore and half in the water. Her bleeding foot once again cradled gently in the cool waters of the pond. The deep gash where the trap had bitten deep in her skin once again being soothed from the burning throb of pain.

Her blue marble face resting gently on the cool soil. Moonlight filtered down on her, creating the soft glow despite what was otherwise a tragic scene. Her little and thin body all the more frail looking with the hunters trap laying as evidence a few yards away. How the three foot tall fairy had come to this when she wielded such power is hard to say. Though she could heal the plants and bring beauty to that around her, her magic was not such that it could be used to heal herself. Now she lay, breathing raggedly, as her body fought to bring her back to consciousness.

Celestia felt a tingling sensation coursing through her body. One of power and healing. She had been traveling a lot lately and there had been some wear on her body from all her work she had been doing. Now something was soothing her from the inside out. She felt surrounded by warmth and security. Wanting to stay here forever, she almost folded in on herself by drawing her arms around herself. Feeling what felt like material over her, Celestia opened her eyes slowly with some confusion. She looked up at... was that a ceiling? She blinked as she stared at in in surprise. She was sure she had been traveling. How then had she come to be inside? Blinking some more, she looked down at what was covering her. A soft material forming a blanket was spread over her, reflecting her warmth back onto her. She like the blanket immediately and wished to go back to sleep.

However she couldn't. She had to clear this fogginess in her mind and be about. Of that she was sure. She started to stretch and froze. Two things hit her senses at once. The first was the stiff leg that had gone through such trauma lately. It brought with it the memory of the night before. The hunter's trap biting into her flesh, letting her precious blood flow out of her. The scramble to get somewhere safe. The voice and lullaby that had given her some hope if not fear. She let out a small breathe and turned her attention to the second thing that had claimed her attention. Looking beside her, she saw a human asleep beside her.

It must be a human. The smell so clearly was that of human origin. Though strangely this female was not like that of any she had seen before. She shifted slightly to try to get a better look in the dim light. Human with white hair? What kind of trickery was this? So completely the opposite of herself. She propped herself up on one elbow to better take in what was around her. Looking back at the white hair, she slowly leaned forward and reached out hesitantly. The white curls. They were a curious and wondrous thing compared to her own straight hair. She lightly touched some of them, feeling their softness against her fingers. Had this beautiful person helped her?

Startled by the human waking up and her quick reflexes, Celestia had backed up. Her wings were in full use now, lifting her slightly off the bed. She blinked at this person standing before her. For all the world, she was definitely one of the most beautiful humans she had ever seen. And heard. As the voice turned from surprise with low undertones that told the faerie much, to that of joyful and chipper gladness, the faerie blinked. So quickly the moods of this person changed. She slowly calmed her wings so that she rested once again on the bed. Looking up at the human, she daintily cocked her head and allowed her velvety voice to drip out, "I'm feeling much better. Thank you for your consideration. I can feel your work coursing through me. May I inquire as to why you helped me? Humanity is unknown for kindness to other races."

She blinked a little at the way she was able to sense this human's emotions. Even while talking, she could almost feel the heartbeat as if it were her own. She lifted her dark face gently and leaned forward. "Perhaps it is because you are different from others of your kind?" This creature had been bitter for a few seconds before filling the air with her carefree attitude. It was like going from bitter medicine to honey-sweet tea. Honey. That describe this beauty before her. Honey in smell, snow-white in hair, and fawn-like in behavior. She rested her eyes on the humans in dark awe of this unusual combination before her. A nice human. Who would have thought?

Celestia took in the shudder and straightened back a little. Perhaps this human before her was just as shy of her as the fae could be of those outside their clans. It was understandable as in these times no one was really that interactive with those who were different. She felt drawn in by the human's eyes. They were were a gleaming gold that drew all who gazed into them. She wasn't sure she could look away from their glittering intensity. An intensity that was broken a little when the human spoke. Intensity replaced by the gentle lullaby she had felt lured by the night before. Such a gentle voice. She wondered how a human, even a witch, could have such magic in her beauty alone.

There was a lot of similarity between the two of them. She remembered that despite her accomplishments, she was held back and put down because she was different. She was not only the most talented of the dark fae, much less the princesses, but also with a curiosity that allowed her to be closer to the human world than preferred by the more conservative. That she had been hidden and denied her right of a journey had been insult enough to confirm their suspicions of her. Their actions had been as painful as the hunter's trap. As deadly to her soul as the poison of the trap's intentions. Here was someone who had a true heart, and she wasn't even a faerie. Celestia gently beat her wings and moved so that she was kneeling. Harm to the soul was something this human also knew. For some reason, there was pain inside her despite her abilities to heal others.

Celestia reached gently out, offering her hand towards the white-haired beauty. "My dear, you have done me a wonderful service. What is your name? Please, return over here before you faint." The poor human's heart was still fluttering and her breathing was not quite normal. She felt concern seep into her eyes for the one who had so graciously given so much of herself to help a fae she didn't know.

Circe returned to the bed, taking a deep breath. She had calmed down a lot, and was beginning to see that there was no reason to be alarmed by this Faerie. She was much safer than any of the humans in these woods, for although she was more powerful, she lacked their malicious intent. "I am sorry. Leading a life where very few of those I meet can be trusted... it has lead me to be rather cautious. Maybe a little too cautions." She chuckled. "I apologize. I am quite alright now." Circe said.

Circe sighed, smoothing her skirts and meeting the Faerie's eyes. "It was no service. I have seen to many souls fall victim to human cruelty. I didn't want to see one more life lost. It was a service to myself as much as it was to you, I'm sure." She mumbled. As for my name... I am Circe. Circe Sherlock." She nodded after stating her name, as if confirming that the words were true, if only to herself.

Circe sat on the bed for a moment, wanting to gaze at Celestia's mesmerizing figure. She had seen a few dark faeries before, but none that looked like this. None that were as beautiful as Celestia.

[Kind of a lame post. My next one will be better.]

Compassion and a strange sense of protectiveness filled the young faerie at those words. True, many could not be trusted in this world. An evil presence, unseen physically, was spreading it's influence slowly but surely. Any who was watching could see the distrust race had against race. Any who were on guard could feel the hatred, selfishness, arrogance, envy, jealousy, and desperation that had tarnished the once proud leaders and those they cared for. To have to be careful of others was understandable. Yet a new threat presented itself that she had not seen coming. It was already hurting this new friend of hers.

Putting all the truth, support, and kindness she could into her words she said, "My dear Circe, your kindness was a balm to my soul and a service that no other would have willingly given. It was a precious gift that only a caring heart could give. Don't doubt yourself or the incredible being you are." The witch was not the self-centered creature she had assumed of them. She was also not unworthy of praise as Circe believed herself to be. Celestia could see the dainty pink in her cheeks start to deepen at her words and wondered if they could become as pink as her lips. For surely, a human with such golden eyes would have equally intense... she stopped her thoughts. That wasn't where her mind should be at a moment like this.

Circe was wounded just like the wildlife and vegetation Celestia healed. Though gorgeous on the outside, her inner beauty was lacking the sparkle that self-assurance brought. If there was anything that Celestia enjoyed, it was bringing the glittering brightness of the stars to the souls of others no matter their outer form. Celestia reached out and placed a supportive hand on Circe's shoulder, trying to send that reassurance through herself to this newfound friend.

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