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[attr="id","hydracol"]mirto vasili

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[attr="id","hydracol"]running an apothecary means: her grandmother's hands, scissor-bent, taking clippings from a tree; her own hands, years later, steady on a bowstring; knife-cut ghosts and skin-plucked talismans; wild-wading places, gone unraveling; knowing the ways of leaves better than cities. [break][break]
[attr="id","hydracol"]to shroud snakeskin is: an open wound poultice-pressed, pleading pain back into itself; bloodied mouths watering, a plaintive sense of thirst; a serpent-side family, kept safe from the ever-present tide of hurt and hidden lies— there is a home here, for those whose blood runs cold.[break][break]
[attr="id","hydracol"]mirto was born: raven-haired and plum-eyed, swallowing horizons to stay alive.[break][break]
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[attr="id","hydracol"]PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

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a keeper of the wilds, a forbidden seeker, a predator wearing the mask of a woman: mirto is a witch for which fear is a suggestion. most know no closeness, although those that do describe her as a [attr="id","hydracol"]blunt, aloof, and [attr="id","hydracol"]dangerously curious witch with a peculiarity to her magic that is difficult to place.[break][break]
a peddler of the ancients, born of unknown fascination, her reputation often precedes her: a magical scholar interested in [attr="id","hydracol"]old, forgotten, perhaps even unspeakable tomes and towers, a [attr="id","hydracol"]huntress of formidable skill and frightening efficiency, an [attr="id","hydracol"]artisan with supple hands— [break][break]

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[attr="id","hydracol"]PLOT IDEAS

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[attr="id","hydracol"]LOOKING FOR [break] fiercely loyal to her coven— [attr="id","hydracol"]hydra is the only family she has ever known aside from [attr="id","hydracol"]iro, her grandmother. as such, i'm veryinterested in her intra-coven relationships as those will naturally run deepest for her. i am not at all opposed to and encourage relationships with those in other covens, but i do just want to emphasize how important hydra really is to her.
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[attr="id","hydracol"]INTO THE UNDERGROWTH
[break]fascinated by things too dangerous to see, nonetheless she's unhinged and goes out into the wilderness seeking nameless things– things once spoken of can become harbingers of her own demise. she doesn't care though, she feels herself Invincible even though she's very much not. want to go out into definitely dangerous territory in search of old world artifacts, tombs, and tomes? she's your girl![BREAK][BREAK]
[attr="id","hydracol"]SWAN SONGS OF THE UNSILENCED
[break]having been a recluse for most of her life with little social interaction, she feels empty enough to drive herself to desperation. what would it feel like to be whole instead of hole-hearted? [break][break]she's been trying her hand at putting in more effort to be sociable; this was partially the reason behind joining a coven, coupled with the sheer resources it affords her for her research. she has a hard exterior that's difficult to crack, but once there's a chip in the armor, an endless expanse emerges- ripe and pleading for someone to come in.[BREAK][BREAK]
[attr="id","hydracol"]THE SPELL-EYED SOUL BEARER
[break]grimoires are a girl's best friend, or so she would say. with a familiar that oscillates between detesting her or growing indifferent, books were all mirto had to turn to— magic was all she had to turn to, and this ignited an insatiable hunger she cannot help but indulge. i want some magical buddies, or honestly just friends/lovers/even enemies because she really needs a support system or she might fall off the deep end entirely...[BREAK][BREAK]