Post by Maya on Apr 17, 2004 12:30:54 GMT -5
Synopsis:
I've been playing around with magic for as long as i can remember... thing is, it all changes once you realise that its real. It opens your eyes to a whole new world.
I spent most of my early life in England, but i've moved about quite a bit too. I've become a pretty powerful wicca of late, gaining much from time spent with Willow Rosenburg. And recently... i found out that i'm a whole lot more than a witch... its how i met Willow in fact... and another who has given me so much.
I felt the power surge through me, and I knew even before They found me, that I had been given the strength and responsibilty to fight against the darkness, and avenge the Innocents lost in the battle.
I'm a wiccan slayer, and i have a tendancy to get real grouchy when anyone threatens my friends...
Full history:
I spent most of my early life in England with my parents, my older brother, and my little sister. We travelled a lot because of my father’s work, and I never complained as it simply meant we got to visit places everyone else envied. At school, I had a permanent group of friend’s who’d hung out since we were tiny, and I was well known to be sort after by many guys, but to never accept… I was something of an ice queen, but the kind of person my friend’s could immediately rely on in a jam. There were rumours and jokes about my witch craft, but more because of the way I dressed and acted than anyone actually seeing any proof of it. A couple of my good friends had seen me do things once in a while, but they presumed they were tricks. It didn’t bother me.
Then suddenly my parents announced that we were going to America- something I was very excited about until they added ‘for good’. We were moving, and I had no choice in it. I was furious with my family, and devastated to leave my home and friends, for I knew I would probably never see them again. Sure enough, after we had moved, the emails letters and calls became more and more infrequent, as life back in England adapted to my absence. In my anger, I refused to get into life in my new home. I refused to talk to people at school, and buried myself in my magic, learning new spells and skills, while still not understanding the true depth of what I was getting myself into. Eventually one boy, Ben, fought through the reputation I had allowed myself to gain, seeing the sadness beneath and refusing to accept that I didn’t want to know any body. I reluctantly joined his group of friends, and for the first time I allowed a guy in, and began to fall in love.
The whole time, the only member of my family to get back through to me was my brother. We had always been close when we were younger, so when he came to me and talked to me, I gave in and found that I was glad for the company.
Life started to get good again. I had friends, I had my brother, and my magic was thriving- I was getting stronger every day, and slowly learning about the world that went with the magic. About demons and vampires. I had a couple of close encounters with vampires, but nothing that my new powers couldn’t handle… but then, one day a demon gang approached me, asking for help in a ritual I didn’t understand. They needed a human spell caster to complete it, and all I really got was that many people would be hurt as a result, so I refused. I thought I had got away with it. I thought they would leave me alone after that…
I guess that just shows how naïve I was back then.
A couple of days later I came home to find my family dead, blood everywhere, including across the wall in a cruel message:
‘YOU WILL NOT DEFY US AGAIN’
The only one missing was my brother, who returned a couple of days later, and when, sobbing and so grateful to see him, I let him in, he attacked me, and offered to make me a vampire, just like him. I staked him. That was it, the final straw. I had ‘questioned’ every demon or vamp I could find until I discovered the gangs location, then I tracked them down, and killed every last one of them. Not a single demon left that place alive after I entered.
After that I felt hollow. The only person I had left was Ben, and it was clear that he was worried for my sanity as I had tried to explain to him who had killed my family. He knew about the magic, and just about believed that, but vampires and demons? I spent a lot of time training myself to fight physically after that, making sure I would be ready if someone else came for me… but of course, when they did, I wasn’t.
The men in robes attacked, and Ben and I ran. But they were so fast! We had to stop and fight. Ben tried to protect me. Once again my heart was ripped apart as I watched him die. I fled.
I kept moving, hiding, until finally they seemed to stop coming. Shortly after that I met Faith, who explained to me the new strength I had of late, and why the ‘bringers’ were after me. I was a slayer, just like her- I was chosen. She and Willow Rosenberg helped me to further my powers, until I once again moved on, finding it hard to be around such good people when I had sworn not to get attached ever again. I came to LA, and met the strangest group of people yet. There were very few of us back then, when the Slayerettes first came into being. An elven vampire who offered me an acid cocktail on our first meeting, but became a good friend, a witch and werewolf, Nicki, a slayer turned vampire, Rogue and Doc, the mysterious but powerful human I immediately felt comfortable with. It wasn’t long before I realised I had almost accidentally grown close to these people, and as the group grew, I gained more friends, though none of them were allowed to see the pain within me- it was a very long time before any of them found out about my painful past.
When Joshua joined us, the headstrong and arrogant time wizard, he irritated me no end. He made rash decisions, and did ridiculous things, and we argued constantly. I blamed him for anything that went wrong, and he in turn blamed me. And yet, somehow, no matter how many times I claimed it, I couldn’t quite hate him. Then, during a screaming match in front of the entire group, something happened that I had never expected: We kissed. Sure I then knocked him across the street, but despite my denying it, I had kissed back. Nicki teased me relentlessly, and I refused to speak to Joshua, but next time we conversed, it turned into another row, and long, blissful (if confusing) make out session, following which he asked me out, and I accepted.
Due to a problem with a time travelling incident, Joshua became sick- he was dying. In a desperate attempt to save him, I took some of his pain into myself, but he had planned for that, and our essences were ripped apart again- neither of us realised that a small part of him was left within me. Joshua died, and I nearly followed in my grief. But on the day of his funeral, Josh returned within the soul sabre of his female reincarnation. I couldn’t take it, and I ran away with Charlotte, a new member of the group. But while we were away, I fell ill, and we discovered that it was due to a joining spell a group of us had performed, the effects of which had been hyper accelerated by Joshua’s return. The goddess Ate saved our lives by reversing the affects, which also happened to return Josh to his body. I was, obviously ecstatic. It was around then that I also realised that I was pregnant due to the fragment of Joshua’s essence left within me. The mystical pregnancy went quickly, and we had a baby girl.
However, Charlie, who soon fell in love with Doc, was targeted by demons who forced her to make an attempt on Aila’s life. The child disappeared, and Charlie killed herself just as we discovered that it wasn’t her fault.
Later Aila reappeared as a teenager, and Doc and I found out that we were brother and sister. Charlie too reappeared, having actually been saved by Ate. Charlie warned us of a great battle, and she and Doc shared an intimate encounter. During the battle, I had a close call with a terrible magickal power, and the danger my skills held were finally truly realised.
The group had grown exponentially since it was founded, and once again I had a strong family around me, but when Orestes, the vampire that killed my brother, returned, I felt like the lonely child I had been when my family died. Orestes lured Joshua into a trap, and forced me to watch his murder. I haven’t been the same since. No one should have to watch their lover die, let alone twice. Now all I care about is gaining enough control of my power to wipe animals like Orestes off the face of the planet. Once upon a time I convinced myself that all I cared about was number one, but now, I am the least of my worries. I don’t care what happens to me, but No one will harm my family ever again. No one.
Strengths: Slayer, Powerful wicca, skilled with katana/soul sword, magical and familial links with Doc, Jess and Aila.
Weaknesses: Cant fully control the magicks and is scared of using them to their full potential because of the risks, Can be very emotional, forming attatchments which could be seen as strengths, but Has a bad habit of blocking out emotions which tends to lead to breakdowns or getting into situations she shouldnt, Past pains and losses cause deep rooted self doubt, tendancy to ignore or misjudge others feeling when down herself
I've been playing around with magic for as long as i can remember... thing is, it all changes once you realise that its real. It opens your eyes to a whole new world.
I spent most of my early life in England, but i've moved about quite a bit too. I've become a pretty powerful wicca of late, gaining much from time spent with Willow Rosenburg. And recently... i found out that i'm a whole lot more than a witch... its how i met Willow in fact... and another who has given me so much.
I felt the power surge through me, and I knew even before They found me, that I had been given the strength and responsibilty to fight against the darkness, and avenge the Innocents lost in the battle.
I'm a wiccan slayer, and i have a tendancy to get real grouchy when anyone threatens my friends...
Full history:
I spent most of my early life in England with my parents, my older brother, and my little sister. We travelled a lot because of my father’s work, and I never complained as it simply meant we got to visit places everyone else envied. At school, I had a permanent group of friend’s who’d hung out since we were tiny, and I was well known to be sort after by many guys, but to never accept… I was something of an ice queen, but the kind of person my friend’s could immediately rely on in a jam. There were rumours and jokes about my witch craft, but more because of the way I dressed and acted than anyone actually seeing any proof of it. A couple of my good friends had seen me do things once in a while, but they presumed they were tricks. It didn’t bother me.
Then suddenly my parents announced that we were going to America- something I was very excited about until they added ‘for good’. We were moving, and I had no choice in it. I was furious with my family, and devastated to leave my home and friends, for I knew I would probably never see them again. Sure enough, after we had moved, the emails letters and calls became more and more infrequent, as life back in England adapted to my absence. In my anger, I refused to get into life in my new home. I refused to talk to people at school, and buried myself in my magic, learning new spells and skills, while still not understanding the true depth of what I was getting myself into. Eventually one boy, Ben, fought through the reputation I had allowed myself to gain, seeing the sadness beneath and refusing to accept that I didn’t want to know any body. I reluctantly joined his group of friends, and for the first time I allowed a guy in, and began to fall in love.
The whole time, the only member of my family to get back through to me was my brother. We had always been close when we were younger, so when he came to me and talked to me, I gave in and found that I was glad for the company.
Life started to get good again. I had friends, I had my brother, and my magic was thriving- I was getting stronger every day, and slowly learning about the world that went with the magic. About demons and vampires. I had a couple of close encounters with vampires, but nothing that my new powers couldn’t handle… but then, one day a demon gang approached me, asking for help in a ritual I didn’t understand. They needed a human spell caster to complete it, and all I really got was that many people would be hurt as a result, so I refused. I thought I had got away with it. I thought they would leave me alone after that…
I guess that just shows how naïve I was back then.
A couple of days later I came home to find my family dead, blood everywhere, including across the wall in a cruel message:
‘YOU WILL NOT DEFY US AGAIN’
The only one missing was my brother, who returned a couple of days later, and when, sobbing and so grateful to see him, I let him in, he attacked me, and offered to make me a vampire, just like him. I staked him. That was it, the final straw. I had ‘questioned’ every demon or vamp I could find until I discovered the gangs location, then I tracked them down, and killed every last one of them. Not a single demon left that place alive after I entered.
After that I felt hollow. The only person I had left was Ben, and it was clear that he was worried for my sanity as I had tried to explain to him who had killed my family. He knew about the magic, and just about believed that, but vampires and demons? I spent a lot of time training myself to fight physically after that, making sure I would be ready if someone else came for me… but of course, when they did, I wasn’t.
The men in robes attacked, and Ben and I ran. But they were so fast! We had to stop and fight. Ben tried to protect me. Once again my heart was ripped apart as I watched him die. I fled.
I kept moving, hiding, until finally they seemed to stop coming. Shortly after that I met Faith, who explained to me the new strength I had of late, and why the ‘bringers’ were after me. I was a slayer, just like her- I was chosen. She and Willow Rosenberg helped me to further my powers, until I once again moved on, finding it hard to be around such good people when I had sworn not to get attached ever again. I came to LA, and met the strangest group of people yet. There were very few of us back then, when the Slayerettes first came into being. An elven vampire who offered me an acid cocktail on our first meeting, but became a good friend, a witch and werewolf, Nicki, a slayer turned vampire, Rogue and Doc, the mysterious but powerful human I immediately felt comfortable with. It wasn’t long before I realised I had almost accidentally grown close to these people, and as the group grew, I gained more friends, though none of them were allowed to see the pain within me- it was a very long time before any of them found out about my painful past.
When Joshua joined us, the headstrong and arrogant time wizard, he irritated me no end. He made rash decisions, and did ridiculous things, and we argued constantly. I blamed him for anything that went wrong, and he in turn blamed me. And yet, somehow, no matter how many times I claimed it, I couldn’t quite hate him. Then, during a screaming match in front of the entire group, something happened that I had never expected: We kissed. Sure I then knocked him across the street, but despite my denying it, I had kissed back. Nicki teased me relentlessly, and I refused to speak to Joshua, but next time we conversed, it turned into another row, and long, blissful (if confusing) make out session, following which he asked me out, and I accepted.
Due to a problem with a time travelling incident, Joshua became sick- he was dying. In a desperate attempt to save him, I took some of his pain into myself, but he had planned for that, and our essences were ripped apart again- neither of us realised that a small part of him was left within me. Joshua died, and I nearly followed in my grief. But on the day of his funeral, Josh returned within the soul sabre of his female reincarnation. I couldn’t take it, and I ran away with Charlotte, a new member of the group. But while we were away, I fell ill, and we discovered that it was due to a joining spell a group of us had performed, the effects of which had been hyper accelerated by Joshua’s return. The goddess Ate saved our lives by reversing the affects, which also happened to return Josh to his body. I was, obviously ecstatic. It was around then that I also realised that I was pregnant due to the fragment of Joshua’s essence left within me. The mystical pregnancy went quickly, and we had a baby girl.
However, Charlie, who soon fell in love with Doc, was targeted by demons who forced her to make an attempt on Aila’s life. The child disappeared, and Charlie killed herself just as we discovered that it wasn’t her fault.
Later Aila reappeared as a teenager, and Doc and I found out that we were brother and sister. Charlie too reappeared, having actually been saved by Ate. Charlie warned us of a great battle, and she and Doc shared an intimate encounter. During the battle, I had a close call with a terrible magickal power, and the danger my skills held were finally truly realised.
The group had grown exponentially since it was founded, and once again I had a strong family around me, but when Orestes, the vampire that killed my brother, returned, I felt like the lonely child I had been when my family died. Orestes lured Joshua into a trap, and forced me to watch his murder. I haven’t been the same since. No one should have to watch their lover die, let alone twice. Now all I care about is gaining enough control of my power to wipe animals like Orestes off the face of the planet. Once upon a time I convinced myself that all I cared about was number one, but now, I am the least of my worries. I don’t care what happens to me, but No one will harm my family ever again. No one.
Strengths: Slayer, Powerful wicca, skilled with katana/soul sword, magical and familial links with Doc, Jess and Aila.
Weaknesses: Cant fully control the magicks and is scared of using them to their full potential because of the risks, Can be very emotional, forming attatchments which could be seen as strengths, but Has a bad habit of blocking out emotions which tends to lead to breakdowns or getting into situations she shouldnt, Past pains and losses cause deep rooted self doubt, tendancy to ignore or misjudge others feeling when down herself
