WITCH, samuel ettem

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those dark eyes aren’t an enigma. like the bastard son shows his disgrace in necessity like a visa, the black scleras and red irises are the brand of something sinister and shameful. a mother’s love for her son is undying, even when he is born looking different.

is he a monster? a demon? samuel can read the guilt in his mother’s face even as a child. black magic isn’t necessarily a crime, but some of the dangers of practice while with child should seem common sense. his father finds it hard to believe that he’s as human as any other; the exception of his eyes only serve to show the world of his mother’s mistakes and his witch heritage; nothing more, nothing less.

as he grows and swats away stares like flies, he’ll come to understand the magic of illusion and all that it can offer—including glamours to disguise his eyes. apple green, like his mother’s. he never really felt like his father’s child anyway.

samuel is on the cusp of adulthood by the time he finally dips into black magic. the wait is due to fear of repeating his mother’s mistakes; stumbling upon something he shouldn’t be associating with in the first place, scarring himself further or harming those around him. he will inherit his mother’s tomes and spellbooks, and yet only keep a few curses and hexes in his magical arsenal. he will make all the excuses he wants, but in the end he’ll know it’s fear that holds him back.

it’s laughable, considering the circumstances, that samuel would come to find solace in the goddess. he finds it ironic that prayers and passages are comforting, while a church’s sermon is not—is he being mocked?

but he finds that even if the goddess is laughing, he’ll gladly pen her words into his art, cement them on his body. it makes him feel better, if nothing else.



sam's strength lies with his magic. he's not outstandingly strong or weak, and much of his knowledge is of illusion. he uses it consistently and more than any other type, most often to alter his own appearance temporarily. generally speaking, he'd rather alter reality than utilize its forces.

he also has some knowledge of the elements, namely ice and fire. but he pretty much uses it to light his fireplace and cool himself off, honestly.

only the bare minimum of black magic skills are within his arsenal. he doesn't feel comfortable performing it, despite the large amount of spell books and tomes he inherited. they collect dust in a locked room in his home.

[attr="class","appname"]SAMUEL ETTEM

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AGE: 22
SEX: M
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: SHARA
CONTRACT: Y