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Stranded on an Island

Moriah Blackstone

  • Weapons and Abilities

    Weapons:
    Hatred's form
    Not all witches have been great at naming things. This is why we have things like 'hocuspocus' and 'bubble bubble, toil and trouble'. This is also who a powerful dagger was originally named the whiplash dagger, later to earn the name hatred's form.

    Passed down generation to generation, this blade holds the power to temporarily give the magic of its wielder tangible form. Drawing from the witch's mana, the dark-toned metal dagger can create an energy-like burst that blasts a short distance forward when slashed with. The more powerful the magic of the bearer, the sharper, and therefor more dangerous, the spurt of tangible magic is. This ability, the dark-toned metal, its black hilt, and red accent give it a wicked look.

    As powerful as this blade is, it has two drawbacks. The first of these is that its own power relies on that of its bearer. That means that if a weak magic user wields it, there will only be a dull attack that does still deliver a crushing attack, but does not do nearly that which a powerful bearer could do with it. The second drawback is how it achieved its alternate name. While the blade connects with the wielder's magic, it also connects with the wielder's emotions. Most emotions do not do anything to the dagger, except anger. When the wielder loses his or her temper, the blade has been known to fire off when they are most angry, causing terrible damage. In order to truly master the blade, one must master them self.
    A side note, I did not create this weapon, all credit for the amazingness of this weapon's creation is to the awesomely great Taylor, better known as Gamers. Though I will give a brief explanation as to how it came to be Moriah's. Since it had been pass down through generations of magic user, most of which have an origin of magic. Well, Moriah's grandmother had given it to Moriah's mother so then Moriah's mother decided to give it to her as well and Moriah had kept it for only when it was needed most.


    Moriah's Enchanted Revolver

    Why enchant a revolver? Well the real question to a modern day which would be "why not". Although firearms are generally tricky to enchant, for they constantly use a new round that has to hold an enchantment, enchanted firearms still exist. No type of fire arm for witches is known well enough to truly gain a name of its own, so they generally are just referred to as whoever's enchanted weapon.

    This particular enchanted firearm is one of the few in which the enchantment effects the bullet fired from the gun. By tapping into the mana of the wielder, the gun channels magic through the barrel and into the bullet as it exits the revolver.

    When the bullet leaves the chamber the magic that flows over the bullet forms a small fireball that travels with the bullet. While it is not as large, or explosive, as a normal magic fireball, it does travel the same speed of the bullet. This means the enemy has a bullet surrounded by a fireball the size of a large fist flying at them at 450 meters per second. Created by the great Gamers again!


    Abilities:
    Manipulation Spells
    Now, this sounds like something terrible, but it actually isn't. She can manipulate three of the four elements, which is fire, water(ice included) and earth. She is able to create fire and water form the air around her and make it so that they can be used as weapons such as daggers and guns, or to hold someone in place, like a rope or chain.


    Healing Spells
    Moriah has memorized several different healing spells for outer wounds, which range form a small scratch to having close to half your body being cut off. She can not heal internal bleeding, repair destroyed organs, or cure small/strong illnesses.

  • Vital Stats

    • Name: Moriah Blackstone
    • Player: KuroSakuranbo14
    • Gender: Female
    • Nicknames: Moe- Moe, Princess Witch
    • Race: Witch
    • Class: Daughter of the ruler of the Witch Clan
    • Alignment: Good
    • Age: 16-20
    • Body Type: Curvy
    • Height: 5'4
    • Weight: 123
    • Complexion: Pale
    • Hair: auburn with one white streak
    • Eyes: dark green
    • Handedness: right
    • Scars: one over her left eye, which is blind
    • Relationship Status: Single
    • Personality: Calm, quiet, gentle, aggressive sometimes, silly
    • Likes: helping others, singing, dancing
    • Dislikes: her mother, her status in the Witch clan
    • Extra: Moriah is a great artist, she can write, sing, and plays bass guitar and drums

  • History

    Shorten

    Moriah is the daughter of the Witch Clan leader and a powerful wizard that went missing. Before leaving, Moriah's father gave her the only family tie she has kept. A spell book that he learned all his magic form. He never returned after that and her mother became aggressive with making Moriah the hire of the Witch Clan. Of course, Moriah refused, not wanting to follow the rules that were set in place for it, knowing that they can't be changed unless she over threw her mother form the clan. The night she had left, her mother had taken a knife and cut Moriah's left eye, causing her to become blind in that eye. After that, Moriah ran to a witch's house that she knew and had helped her learn magic since her mother never taught her(her mother is actually a human that knows how to make potions.), Abby Sanders. Form there, she lived with Abby for about a year then she lived with Mai, both helping her until she was 16 years old, then Moriah got her own place to live at and finish high school.


    Detailed

    Father

    Moriah was in her room, stilling on her large bed and reading a spell book. It was only healing spells, she wanted to memorize them so that she could help tend to the injured and sick. She heard her door open up and looked to see her father. He was a tall, slim man with white hair and pale skin. Moriah only had his pale skin and straight hair to show that she was his daughter, her facial features, eye color, and hair color were form her mother. She smiled brightly at him then closed her spell book and skipped over him.
    "Father! Guess what I can do!" She said happily, about to show a new trick she was learning, but he stopped her by shaking his head. He knelt down to her height, holding one of her hands. "Is something wrong father?" She asked, even at this young age, she was able to read the facial expressions of those close to her. He sighed, his deep blue eyes filled with sadness and pain.
    "Yes, my dear Moriah. I will being leaving soon and I don't believe I will come back. I want you to have this. It is a spell book that has been pasted down through my family for many years. I want you to have it." He said, pulling out a spell book that looked to be very old with some of the pages being tattered or stained and one corner of it was slightly burned. Moriah gently took the book, curious to see what was inside and what she could learn form it.
    "Thank you father! But where are you going?" She asked, more worried about her father and why he might not return. He gave her a sad smile and kissed her forehead. He ran his hand through one strand of her short auburn bangs, turning it to white.
    "I can not tell you that, sweetheart. Know that I will always love you and that you need to do what you believe in your heart is right." He said, then stood up, walking out the door. Moriah dropped the spell as her father began to walk away, tears whelming up in her big green eyes. She quickly ran after her father but by the time she grabbed on to his leg, he had already cast his vanishing spell, making what was left of him slip past her tiny fingers. She ran back to her room, closing the door and picking up the spell book, she gently set it down on her bed then sat down as well, tears falling down her cheeks at a fast pace.


    The attack and after

    Moriah was sitting in on her bed, reading a spell book like usual. It would seem that today would mean something more to this young woman, but it meant nothing now. It was her 13th birthday and she had absolutely nothing planned for it. Her mother came into her room, telling Moriah to come follow her and of course, Moriah obeyed, not really wanting too. They went into the throne room, her mother walked up to the large chair that sat against the far wall of the room. Moriah never understood why this room was here or what it was needed for, but frankly, she didn't care.
    "Mother, why did you bring me here?" She asked, confusion in her eyes. Her mother looked over at her and grinned.
    "Moriah, my dear daughter, I brought you here to show you what will be yours if you agree to be my heir. You could have this beautifu-"
    "Mother, no. I don't care what you say, I will not rule over this place, not unless I can change the rules, make things less.....brutal." Moriah said, glaring at her mother. Her mother was a tall, lanky woman with frizzy fiery red hair and dark green eyes. Her mother glared back at her daughter, her teeth actually bared at her like a wild animal, ready to defend. She carefully walked over to Moriah, holding tightly to the dagger hidden in the waist ban of her dress. (Still working on)

  • Mid-Summer Art Trade(Moriah)

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    The image was too large for the gallery and I didn't want to ruin it with making in smaller so I just put it here. :3 Made by Minajerie