Witch
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Spellbound
+Full Name+
Willow Blackroot
+Alias(es)+
Will, Roots, Give her more.
+Birthday+
October 31st
+Apparent Age+
Late 20s
+Nationality+
Unknown / Hidden
+Race+
Witch
+Scars/Tattoos+
A Few
+Relationship+
Complicated / Avoidant
+Occupation+
Apothecary Owner/ Rogue Witch
+Played By+
Liz Gillies
+Height+
5'7"
+Weight+
130 lbs
+Hair Colour+
Dark brunette, nearly black
+Eye Colour+
Green with gold around the iris when magic’s active
+Addictions+
Power. Secrets. Forbidden magic. Coffee, chain smoking, and spite.
+Voice+
Click Here
+Scent+
Ash, rust, and old lavender
+Theme Song+
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Spellcast
Apperance:
Willow stands with a striking presence, her frame slender yet taut with an undercurrent of strength. Her porcelain skin is almost unnaturally pale, as if untouched by sunlight, hinting at the shadows she commands. Her face is sharply defined, with high cheekbones that cast delicate shadows beneath them, giving her an air of regal severity. Her dark, glossy hair falls in waves just past her shoulders, often left loose or slightly tousled to frame her face with an effortless, dangerous allure. Willow’s eyes are perhaps her most arresting feature—deep, piercing emerald green flecked with gold, flickering like embers beneath a veil of icy detachment. Those eyes hold centuries of knowledge and a simmering darkness that can unsettle anyone who meets her gaze. Her lips are full, often painted a deep, matte crimson or a near-black shade, adding to her gothic elegance and sharp intensity. She moves with a predator’s grace, every step deliberate, like a shadow slipping through the night. Her style blends modern sophistication with subtle gothic undertones: fitted black leather jackets, dark flowing fabrics, and silver jewelry engraved with arcane symbols. Though her beauty is undeniable, there is an unyielding hardness beneath it, a cold, untouchable quality that warns others to keep their distance, for Willow Blackroot is both captivating and lethal.
Personality:
She doesn’t smile easily, and when she does, it’s sharp and fleeting. It is never warm, more like a warning. Her voice is calm, measured, with a silken edge that commands attention without shouting. Every word is chosen deliberately, dripping with quiet confidence and a hint of something dangerous lurking just beneath the surface. Willow exudes an aura of control and intelligence. She’s observant, sizing you up with eyes that miss nothing, making you feel exposed even if she says little. There’s a subtle chill in her presence, a sense that she’s both guarding herself and daring you to try and break through. She rarely reveals her emotions openly, preferring to keep people at arm’s length, and when she does let a glimpse slip through, it’s often unsettling or intense. She can be cutting, even cruel, in conversation, not out of malice, but as a defense mechanism sharpened by years of betrayal and hardship. Still, there’s an undeniable magnetism to her: her intelligence, depth, and the raw power she carries draw people in even as they instinctively want to keep their distance.
Skills:
Willow is a master of ritual spellwork, trained from childhood to perform complex, high-stakes magic steeped in blood, symbols, and intent. Her spells are rarely fast, but they are precise, deeply rooted, and terrifyingly effective. She weaves curses like poetry, turning emotion into enchantment; heartbreak, fury, and betrayal are tools in her hands, capable of binding souls, unraveling memories, or staining bloodlines. Her knowledge of the occult is vast and dangerously thorough. She reads dead languages like scripture and can recognize forgotten sigils, magical residue, or the lingering echo of someone else’s spell with unsettling ease. Willow is also well-versed in alchemy and poisoncraft, raised to treat venom and root rot as sacred. She can brew smoke-based elixirs, salves that heal with a price, or toxins that paralyze both body and will. Everything she does is deliberate, taught in secrecy, and sharpened by survival. Her magic may be slow-burning, but it always leaves a scar.
Education:
Willow was raised within the Blackroot Lineage, where education meant endurance. From the time she could walk, she was taught ancient texts, blood rites, and forbidden histories, not in classrooms, but in cellars lit by candlelight and shadowed by expectation. Her early schooling focused on ancestral magic, symbolic sacrifice, and the manipulation of natural and supernatural forces. She learned to read bone patterns before bedtime stories, and her arithmetic was done in circles and sigils, not numbers. After escaping the Hollow, Willow disappeared into the modern world, hiding her legacy beneath sharp eyeliner and sharper instincts. She eventually enrolled in university under a false name, studying comparative mythology, herbal medicine, and forensic pathology, anything that let her understand the world through both a scientific and mystical lens. Though she never stayed long in one place, she left each institution with stolen knowledge, not degrees. Willow is self-taught in modern spell theory, tech-aided surveillance, and urban survival. She doesn’t carry diplomas, but she walks with an education carved in pain, ink, and the kind of truths that don’t fit neatly on paper.
Lover:
Willow doesn’t fall in love. She collides with it. Her history with lovers is tangled in blood, magic, and consequences. Intimacy, for her, has always been a game of risk: part seduction, part survival. In her youth, love was twisted into manipulation by the very witches who raised her, teaching her that affection was leverage and bodies were bargaining chips. Because of that, Willow keeps people at arm’s length, testing them with sharp words and colder silences. But when she lets someone in, it’s never halfway. Her love is consuming, possessive, protective to a fault, and laced with a vulnerability she would kill to keep hidden. She doesn’t sleep with strangers. Only people she can’t quite forget, people who see the shadow in her and choose to stay anyway. Past lovers often leave with something missing: sanity, secrets, sometimes a scar. She’s not afraid to love, but she’s terrified of being loved back. And still, in her quietest moments, she dreams of someone who might match her darkness without trying to tame it. Someone who won’t flinch when the candles flicker and the real Willow steps out from behind the charm.