Post by Davina Claire on Nov 9, 2015 22:06:21 GMT
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Davina Claire
21
Witch
Female
Adoptive Father - Marcel Gerard
Ancestor - Mary Alice Claire
Ancestor - Mary Alice Claire
Controls the element of fire particularly well.
She is a mortal.
Times change. People change. When one is the Regent of the 9 Covens of the French Quarter, you get blood on your hands. You realize that collateral damage happens for the good of all. Sometimes, I wonder if I've become too much like Klaus in his resolve. Often times, I see myself spiral in that direction; wondering if I'm doing the right thing as I allow some to die so that others may live. There is no right and wrong anymore; no light or dark. If there is, I don't know where the compass points. It hasn't shown North in a long time.
Davina has always resided within the French Quarter. It wasn't until she was much older that she was made aware of the different communities that lived there as well.
She is a Claire. Strong magic runs in her veins.
Loyal to friends and family to a fault, Davina is driven by her feelings and emotions.
Camille watched her intently, eyes fixed on the scars that riddled her wrists. Davina noticed her attention, where they were fixed and the expression that painted itself along the fair span of the psychiatrist's face. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" Asked the witch. Camille didn't want to pry. However, it was unusual for Davina to hide such things from her. She had hoped that, after all this time, they had built some sort of trust between them. Inhaling deeply, Davina lowered her sleeves in a short attempt to hide them. Reminiscing, she remembered how it all started. The mausoleum was quiet that night before they began bickering.
/Flashback/
"Like you can wreck anything," she mumbled under her breath, gathering what she needed from the plethora of books neatly stacked along the shelf. Kol flitted over to the brass lamp, snatching it off of the round table where they'd been working and tossed it with little effort at the wall alongside Davina, resulting the antiques glass to shatter into pieces. The original held a frigid posture, a wince in his eye as he shuffled his head slightly to the left. "Come again?" He asked, his menacing tone echoing through the space. She jumped away from the lamp, the shattered pieces flinging in every direction before falling to the floor. Her eyes narrowed, glaring at him when he spoke. "/YOU/ threw something at me!" Davina hissed, holding her hand up in his direction, channeling the fire from the candles into his body, heating his core. Kol grunted at first to the pain fuming in his body and with a withdrawn look of pain, his darken hues blackened with rage. He screamed out. "This is ridiculous," he managed to say to himself, his breathing becoming heavier, his body hunching over, succumbing to the pain. "STOP!" The original demanded. "IT'S NOT LIKE I HIT YOU!" He finally spat out. The pain became a little more unbearable and he hissed in anger, "ENOUGH!"
Allowing himself to change into the vampire beast that he was, he fleeted towards her, spinning the young witch into the bookshelf. Davina's back crashed against the case behind her. His hands clasping at her wrists firmly as he forced them to her chest. Unwillingly bound and unable to continue with her chant, her eyes met his. Kol was a killer and she had experienced the full nature of his form in that moment although, she wasn't afraid. She had died twice already and, despite being so young, had faced far scarier monsters like his brother, Klaus. She steadied her breathing and pushed against his force. Her expression growing serious with every moment that he had her handled. "Get. Off. Me. NOW!" The witch demanded. Her harshly calm tone piercing through the momentary silence. He snarled with a scrunch of his nose and his fangs gritting hard against his bottom teeth. His eyes blood-shot red, followed by hungering veins that arrived above his upper cheeks. "I SAID ENOUGH!" Kol breathed, unwavering in his resolve as his insides continued to burn.
/Flashback/
"Like you can wreck anything," she mumbled under her breath, gathering what she needed from the plethora of books neatly stacked along the shelf. Kol flitted over to the brass lamp, snatching it off of the round table where they'd been working and tossed it with little effort at the wall alongside Davina, resulting the antiques glass to shatter into pieces. The original held a frigid posture, a wince in his eye as he shuffled his head slightly to the left. "Come again?" He asked, his menacing tone echoing through the space. She jumped away from the lamp, the shattered pieces flinging in every direction before falling to the floor. Her eyes narrowed, glaring at him when he spoke. "/YOU/ threw something at me!" Davina hissed, holding her hand up in his direction, channeling the fire from the candles into his body, heating his core. Kol grunted at first to the pain fuming in his body and with a withdrawn look of pain, his darken hues blackened with rage. He screamed out. "This is ridiculous," he managed to say to himself, his breathing becoming heavier, his body hunching over, succumbing to the pain. "STOP!" The original demanded. "IT'S NOT LIKE I HIT YOU!" He finally spat out. The pain became a little more unbearable and he hissed in anger, "ENOUGH!"
Allowing himself to change into the vampire beast that he was, he fleeted towards her, spinning the young witch into the bookshelf. Davina's back crashed against the case behind her. His hands clasping at her wrists firmly as he forced them to her chest. Unwillingly bound and unable to continue with her chant, her eyes met his. Kol was a killer and she had experienced the full nature of his form in that moment although, she wasn't afraid. She had died twice already and, despite being so young, had faced far scarier monsters like his brother, Klaus. She steadied her breathing and pushed against his force. Her expression growing serious with every moment that he had her handled. "Get. Off. Me. NOW!" The witch demanded. Her harshly calm tone piercing through the momentary silence. He snarled with a scrunch of his nose and his fangs gritting hard against his bottom teeth. His eyes blood-shot red, followed by hungering veins that arrived above his upper cheeks. "I SAID ENOUGH!" Kol breathed, unwavering in his resolve as his insides continued to burn.
will try to get a reply ASAP @davina. And btw, have you seen the way I write? I'm worried that I might be too weird.
Just let me remember my username and password -_-'