Joined: 11 Oct 2015
Carmela, no last name.
Single - Married - Widowed - Other
none. witch, really, a swamp witch.
Unaffected - Mild Exposure - Moderate Exposure - Paranoid, Dodgy, Scared -Sick
+ sweet, positive, resourceful, loving, friendly,
- cryptic, scatterbrained, curious,
from the bayou, a coven of swamp witches, all of them orphans taken in the night by
shadowmen. she grew with hundreds of mothers and sisters, no men allowed. she learnt her
magic through the plants and earth and animals, every part of what she killed put to use
to honor their souls. carmela's life was pretty...isolated, strange by most standards.
growing up far from the place she resides in now.
then a woman came with blonde curls like a halo, name of a flower - - marigold. the evil
she spoke of, she'd seen, it was too much. so carmela offered to go to the place, eager.
they worked together a lot, helping each other and learning.
it was only recently her mentor confided that she felt a great evil stirrings from beyond
the pines. but she wouldn't go back, and instead told carmela to go.
carmela made the journey for the backswamps of louisana to DeWitt falls with a list of
names in her pocket, of people she could trust that had known marigold in the old times.
she's here now, and understands what her mentor said. everything is so...wrong.
"in the dark, i can feel your
( *__Caroline Morgana Fletcher ll 27 ll Witchy Woman___*)
i probably should have stayed inside my house,"
( *__Matthew Fletcher ll 29 ll White Magic Man___*)