Post by sarah on Nov 27, 2010 21:14:12 GMT -5
Bio:
Name: Sarahlene Luna Robins (BE WARNED: Call her Sarah.)
Age: Oh... 13/14
Godly Parent: HECATE!
Powers: Read on...
Weapons: A staff...
Other...
When she's angry a wave of black magic dances on her finger tips.
One of the best witches EVAR!
HATES! spell books.
Basics:
Her name is Sarah Robins and she is a daughter of Hecate. She has known this since she
was 4 and has now mastered witchcraft. In fact she is one of the best witches in world.
Powers:
Before we start the story these are here powers:
Witchcraft- She’s a witch if you haven’t figured it out
Mythical Beast Charm- Dragons, Pegasi, and things of the sort love her and she tends to love them. Small animals that are not of magic don’t particularly like her. The only thing that this charm doesn’t wok on is hellhounds…
Story:
Well here it goes…
Little Sarah, about the age of 6 ran around her house calling words in a very old language. They translated to, “Broom! Mop! Bleach! Vacuum! Clean!”. Within five minutes the house was all clean. She wiped a bit of sweat off her brow just as her stepmother walked in. “Wow Sarah I didn’t know it was possible for you to clean so—“ she was cut off as a claw swooped in to her body leaving her dead on the floor. “What are you!” cried Sarah. The monster growled.
Sarah at the age of 11 had already killed the monster a seeming long time ago. She was currently living in a forest with a rather interesting creature which happened to be a dragon. It’s name was Caster. Caster would protect Sarah at all costs.
Now she was thirteen. Wearing a lovely purple magic robe she walked into camp. Every few steps she skipped. She would finally be accepted! She hopped into the cabin and Caster let out a muffled hiss as she was in a leather bag around Sarah’s shoulder and the hop had jostled her. Sarah set the bag on the nearest bunk and Caster climbed out hissing and spitting. She was happy when two girls visited her. One was nice and kind, the other practically spat in face and stormed out! ‘Well looks like I’m wrong about being accepted.’ Her mind had sighed.
Name: Sarahlene Luna Robins (BE WARNED: Call her Sarah.)
Age: Oh... 13/14
Godly Parent: HECATE!
Powers: Read on...
Weapons: A staff...
Other...
When she's angry a wave of black magic dances on her finger tips.
One of the best witches EVAR!
HATES! spell books.
Basics:
Her name is Sarah Robins and she is a daughter of Hecate. She has known this since she
was 4 and has now mastered witchcraft. In fact she is one of the best witches in world.
Powers:
Before we start the story these are here powers:
Witchcraft- She’s a witch if you haven’t figured it out
Mythical Beast Charm- Dragons, Pegasi, and things of the sort love her and she tends to love them. Small animals that are not of magic don’t particularly like her. The only thing that this charm doesn’t wok on is hellhounds…
Story:
Well here it goes…
Little Sarah, about the age of 6 ran around her house calling words in a very old language. They translated to, “Broom! Mop! Bleach! Vacuum! Clean!”. Within five minutes the house was all clean. She wiped a bit of sweat off her brow just as her stepmother walked in. “Wow Sarah I didn’t know it was possible for you to clean so—“ she was cut off as a claw swooped in to her body leaving her dead on the floor. “What are you!” cried Sarah. The monster growled.
Sarah at the age of 11 had already killed the monster a seeming long time ago. She was currently living in a forest with a rather interesting creature which happened to be a dragon. It’s name was Caster. Caster would protect Sarah at all costs.
Now she was thirteen. Wearing a lovely purple magic robe she walked into camp. Every few steps she skipped. She would finally be accepted! She hopped into the cabin and Caster let out a muffled hiss as she was in a leather bag around Sarah’s shoulder and the hop had jostled her. Sarah set the bag on the nearest bunk and Caster climbed out hissing and spitting. She was happy when two girls visited her. One was nice and kind, the other practically spat in face and stormed out! ‘Well looks like I’m wrong about being accepted.’ Her mind had sighed.
