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✨Name✨ Shelbeleth Valkov ✨Age✨ 18 ✨Orientation✨ Bisexual ✨Gender✨ Female ✨Status✨ Single | LL |
✨Hair✨ Silver on blonde ✨Eyes✨ Gray/green ✨Weight✨ 128 lbs ✨Height✨ 5'7" ✨Species✨ Witch ✨Alignment✨ Chaotic Neutral |
A list of talents and services [*] Potions: They take time but if you got cash consider it done. [*] Conjuration: Whatever your heart desires can be willed at a cost. [*] Elemental Magic: All elemental houses known, Earth specialist. [*] Transfiguration: Bend the bone, twist the flesh. [*] Binding: Memory or person, your choice. [*] Flight: Yes. With a broom. [*] Blood Magic: Its not ideal but I can do it. |
✨DOB✨ August 30th | LLL |
✨Sign✨ Virgo | LLL |
✨Talent✨ Earth |
Creative Intellectual Sentimental Passionate |
Dedicated Enthusiastic Witty Contemplative |
Perfectionist Calculative Snide Picky |
Possessive Fussy Pessimistic Hyper-focused |
Personality... To say Shelby is a cocktail of witchy bitchery is an understatement, but its also somewhat flawed in assumption. The youth uses her piss poor attitude and persona to properly hide a plethora of otherwise complex emotions that she'd much rather didn't stir to the surface. Years of trauma bubble beneath a cool, mechanic voice and a facade of monotone. It is much easier to pretend you don't know how to emote than deal with the flux of feelings that comes with opening up. She can come across as unempathetic, bitchy, shallow and downright rude to anyone who doesn't know why she is the way she is.. and she'd rather keep it that way. |
Witchcraft... Far from a master of her craft but a daunting up and comer no less, Shelby is a powder keg of magical instability and talent. Although diligent in her studies, her emotions are so heavily in tune to her magic that it leaves them lacking in ability due to her shelving that portion of her humanity. Past members of her college coven will reiterate time and time again that she could be one of the best if she'd just open herself spiritually and emotionally but... Nobody has time for that. Not when you don't want to feel. |
"Oh and, heavens,
when you looked at me Your eyes were like machinery Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind" 💐 |
"Locked in, buried under my skin Riding on the whispers, restless in the wind Hunted, I can feel it coming Keep me under cover in what could of been" 💐 |
"Only the strongest will survive Our love is pastured such a mournful sound Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground So I like to keep my issues strong But it's always darkest before the dawn" 💐 |