User:Louhi

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Statistics

Name: Louhi
Nickname:Calamity Louhi
Age: 22
Born in: Venturil, that is her guess
Race: Human
Class: Witch
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, wavy brown
Skin: Light, does not get out much during the day
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Build: Slender
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

A Few Things

You are not going to know some of these things until you witness or learn them through RP, alrighty?

Familiar:

Ciaran, a sinister little feline. With an inky black coat, he often looks more like a living shadow than a cat. Sometimes, if one watches closely, Louhi and Ciaran seem to mimic one another. When the witch's eyes move, so do those of the cat. If Louhi sits, Ciaran sits. They share a connection much deeper than that of a simple bond between master and pet.

Abilities:

Curses

Sigil Magic (good and bad)

Potion Brewing (usually a vial of empty promises)

Sympathetic Magic (based on the idea that one can influence something based on its relationship or resemblance to another thing – poppets/voodoo dolls)

Weaknesses:

Any sort of holy magics

Her reflection or likeness (drains her magical abilities for as long as they are in her presence, avoids water for that reason)

Her true name spoken five times in succession (drains her magical abilities for a period of time)

Her familiar, Ciaran (black cat)

Claims: Questionable

Can cure Lycanthropy

Can inflict Lycanthropy

Oddities: Because she is a witch, flames burn blue in her presence, milk turns red, and most animals will not tolerate being near her.

Biography

Louhi's first ten years of life are shrouded in mystery and any memories of her parents and the life she may have had with them are completely lost. She simply woke up one day in a decrepit little cottage without the slightest idea who she was or what had happened to make her forget. Her surroundings were musty and unfamiliar, but she had no way of knowing if she had been there before or not. The cottage held such wonders that Louhi did not have time to fret over losing her memory. She rose from the plain, straw mattress and explored the small room and all of its exotic contents. There were jars of strange, swirling concoctions, sweet scented bundles of dried plants, malodorous roots strung along the walls, and old books covered in a fine layer of dust that made her sneeze when she attempted to read the titles. The child was in awe. She had never seen such interesting things. At least she didn't think she had.


Completely enthralled by these foreign objects, Louhi was startled by the sudden appearance of an old woman and her black cat. The crone insisted on being called Granny and said the cat was called Ciaran. When the child questioned her, she admitted that there was no actual relation between them, but thought it would make the girl feel more at home if she used an endearing term. Obviously, the amnesiac was confused and quickly became distraught, but Granny calmed her with a cup of bitter tea and a few kind words. She then explained to the girl that her old life, whatever it may have been, was over. Her destiny had been rewritten and if she embraced it, she would lead a far more interesting life than before.


So, from that day forward the girl answered to Louhi, the name Granny had given her. She had no choice but to rely upon the old woman and her little black cat in the heart of the Dead Forest. The ramshackle cottage became her home. Whether it had always been her home or not, Granny would not say. In fact, her new guardian never offered to tell her anything about her past and the child simply assumed that it was as much a mystery to the old woman as it was to her. Eventually, Louhi came to understand that her past was unimportant. Whatever else she may have lost along with her memories was lost forever and fretting over it was pointless.


In time, the young girl learned that Granny was a witch; a fact that she had already suspected. And, fascinated by the craft, Louhi soon took up an apprenticeship under the crone, eager to learn and quick to master. During that time, a darkness grew in the child's heart and her soul became as twisted and corrupt as the Dead Forest in which the pair lived. She began to delight in misery and chaos – excited by the idea of causing others to suffer. At times, even Granny would be victim to Louhi's insatiable desire to cause pain. Knowing that Ciaran and the old witch were bound, the apprentice would torment the familiar whenever possible. She would sometimes hex the cat to make him starve himself for days until Granny was too sick to leave the bed. Other times she would trap him in a thick sack until Granny was blind and suffocating before she would let him out.


Despite these seemingly malicious pranks, the crone remained Louhi's only company and she did feel a sort of affection for both her granny and Ciaran. Granny would even praise the girl's creativity, despite whatever horrors she had been put through by her apprentice's evil deeds. She seemed proud of her no matter what she did and when Louhi turned eighteen, the elderly woman was happy to tell her that she was a full-fledged witch. Her granny had taught her everything she had to offer and it was now time for the apprentice to begin making the craft her own. There was one last thing the young witch needed, though. A familiar. The black cat that she had tormented and the same cat that had aged considerably during the eight years she had known him would soon belong to her.


Granny explained to the girl that when witches grow old, their magic wanes and familiars, being so deeply connected to their owners, could not survive on such little power. If Ciaran was not passed down to a younger witch soon, he would cease to exist. Louhi did not want to see that happen and eagerly began preparations for the binding ritual so that she could become the familiar's new mistress. Thirty-two days later, the ritual was complete and the souls of Ciaran and the new witch were bound. The cat, just as Granny had said, was now as young and vibrant as a kitten and Louhi found that if she focused, she could see the world through his eyes. She imagined he possessed the same power and could see through hers if he was so inclined.


While Louhi and Ciaran became inseparable and the young woman's powers grew, Granny became less and less active. Being bound to the familiar had given her greater mobility at her ripe old age and kept disease at bay, but now time and sickness weighed heavily upon her ancient body. She had been old long before Louhi was born, perhaps even before her parents were born, and now that Ciaran's soul had been separated from hers, she didn't have many years left. Despite that fact, Louhi had no sympathy for her ailing granny. In fact, with the old witch out of the way, she could continue to develop her craft unrestrained. Granny had never allowed Louhi to stray far from home without her, but now that the ancient hag was bedridden there was little she could do to prevent her young protégé from leaving.


Embracing that freedom, Louhi traveled whenever she had a mind to do so. Leaving in her wake a string of derelict villages and desolate farmlands, she came to be known as Calamity Louhi by the poor souls whose lives she had ruined. Some curses were not quite as harmful as those used to devastate unsuspecting communities of course, but they never failed to incite chaos or amuse the witch. One incident in particular still brings a smile to Louhi's lips. Thanks to her, somewhere in the world of Hollow there is a small settlement whose occupants are forever cursed to bark at strangers, oink and grunt at every meal, and crow like roosters every morning. She was rather proud of that hex even though it caused minimal suffering.


Indeed, the witch's travels took her far and wide to many exotic locations, but always did her feet eventually carry her back to the Dead Forest; the only place she ever truly felt at home. Each time she returned, she was surprised by Granny's stubborn refusal to die. The old crone would be just as decrepit as before, but quite alive. Louhi began to wonder if her granny would ever kick the bucket. She even considered helping the old woman into the grave a few times, but she found that whenever that sinister thought entered her mind, a calmness washed over her that prevented her from carrying out any plots against Granny. Perhaps the old hag had more magic left than she let on. Whatever the reason, Louhi could have cared less. If the ancient witch wanted to live until she turned to dust, so be it. There was a huge world out there for the young woman to travel and so many lovely civilizations to bring down along the way. Her mentor might have been able to bewitch her every now and again, but Louhi always had the advantage. She could leave the forest, Granny could not.