Ex: Witchcraft ~ Inferno Kingdom

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The s t a r t; Your Fairy

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Name; [Lady] Witchcraft.
Age; 19 Years.
Rank; Queen.
Kingdom; Inferno.

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Appearance; Witchcraft's looks own up to her title, the Dark Queen of the Inferno Fairies. Her hair is short and bouncy, with a slight sheen to it as the light bounces off it's tips, turning it white. But that isn't what catches Fairy's eyes, it's the color that does. Witchcraft's hair is pitch black, crow black, if you will. Only in the night light does it shine with a blue hint in it, threatening to outlast. The bangs that hide her precious dark blue eyes are slanted, longer on the left then they are on the right, adding to the mystery hidden in her orbs. Witchcraft's legs are smooth as silk itself, as are her arms. Her petite form helps her glide gracefully around her castle, her weightless body can easy change weight from one leg to the next without noticing, she sways gracefully on ether foot. Now, for the final and most important part of a Fairy's body, the wings. The Sacred wings that must never come never, and will never come off if your careful. Most Fairies, when they're fairly old or fairly young , lose they're wings from careless actions. Witchcraft intends to keep her wings, forever and always. Her wings are like a Moth's, long and transparent. Except around the rims, where there needs to be binding, there is black.

Personality; Witchcraft is an individual, that saying she likes to do things for herself, and keep to herself. She isn't the most open Fairy out there, she likes to keep things bottled up so that she can find the solutions herself. Like I said, an individual. Just because she likes to keep to herself does not mean she is quiet, though. Witchcraft actually speaks to her Kingdom herself, gathering every one together to express good news, bad news. It's all a part of the job, she says. And it really is. It outrages her when some one has done what she wanted to do, fill out paper work, go see the children, announce something, anything, to the council. Most of the Fairies that work in the kingdom fear her for her ability to yell freely, it's not like there's any one to tell her off, any way; well, without them getting banished. It's most likely that Witchcraft will be the first out of all the Queens to go mad, if ever she does. This fairly young Queen is very, very loyal to her Kingdom. She would never turn her back on her Fairies, they're like family to her.

History; Witchcraft was born in a Stone home not far from the Smokey plains. Her mother was Peace, and her father; War. The two had only two children, twins. Witchcraft and Warlock. Strange names, maybe, but these two were both strange parents, they liked strange. Before they were ten, War and Peace sent their children to the Castle in high hopes that they would become attendants to the King, Ajin. They did, well, Witchcraft did. She was highly intellectual at the time, and studied hard with the other students in the schools. Witchcraft got high scores, and soon became the kings secretary. Warlock was left to return home to his family after failing most of his tests because of incomprehension. When Ajin died, he was an old man when Witchcraft was a child, the Duchess Archer took over. It was Ajin's will that Witchcraft be made Duchess after he died, and Archer made her her Duchess, against her own will. Archer taught her every thing she knew about being a Duchess, and in due time, Witchcraft became Queen after Archer retired.

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Your OOC Name; witchyxx.
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Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Gentle paws padded on the soft green grass, the sun reflecting off their clear strands. A RiverClan she-cats pelt was being pulled and tugged in different directions, as if the wind was deciding which one wanted her more. She was moving at a sluggish pace, the sun light leaving nothing to be desired as it bored into her pale ginger pelt. The river was close by, the main one, away from the one that surrounded the RiverClan camp. And Amberstream was intent on getting there, she had to re-visit the place she likes to call her Secret Escape. It wasn't completely concealed, it was just an uncommon place that RiverClan cats went, mostly because it didn't have much fish. But Amberstream had found the perks in where the liked to be, after ll her duties were completed.

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Amberstream's eyes closed delicately, she let the breeze caress her pale fur, feeling utterly content as she listened to the gentle whisper of the river. The day was warm, the sun dug deep into her ginger fur, and Amberstream grew hotter. The breeze was keeping her from feeling the need to dive straight into the water, it was cold, coming from above the trees. She inhaled deeply from where the sat on the bank. The sun reflected off the water, and the light bounced onto her ginger fur, turning it a soft gold. Gentle ivory lips parted slowly to exhale, a ginger muzzle the barer.

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms

Amberstream's tail gently swished in from of her, covering the extent it could move in it's half-circle. She opened her eyes, looking directly in front of her at the river bed, they're amber depths glistening. Suddenly, a cloud covered the sky, and the sun light ceased. Now, it was getting colder, the breeze harsher. The RiverClan warrior's head shot up to the sky. It was large, puffy, a tinge of purple. It was going to get colder soon. Amberstream heaved a sigh, and padded into the trees to try and regain the serenity she had once had in the warm sun light. All that, in a second; the sky going dark, the sun light dims, the breeze gets colder, hasher. It wasn't fair, she pouted, trying to close her eyes again.

Picture; In Signature.
Code Words; -Correct-

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Accepted, my dear Witchyness. =]