Beautiful Witch

Af

Female

213 lbs

5'9"

Originally black-dyed Hot Pink

Often worn up in a half bun

Chestnut brown

Troll Maiden - born as an animal, grows as a troll, but grows into a human shaped troll. These trolls have extremely short lifespans compared to other types and are cared for by all other trolls.

Moderate brown

Pear-shaped

Hip tattoo

Fiddling with casting wand when thinking, stroking fingers through hair when frustrated, caressing the end of her dress/shirt when nervous

Knowledge

Emotionally distant, fatally insecure about small warts on her back from her origins as a toad.

Hates people who slander others without even a scrap of evidence to support their claims

Practitioner of several types of magics, knitting champ, quickly reading something and completely comprehending everything within the text, organization, communicative in many languages

Telling off severe and loud bigots, knitting scarfs and sweaters for her pets, reading, practicing magic and language skills

Initially emotionally distant, but kind-hearted and determined

Pale Blue

Creme a la Creme a la Edgar

Striped Stockings

Casting Wand

Slinkertilion

Her sentience was established in late January, as it was in the coldest part of winter that her mother wished for a child to bring warmth into the home, and her official transformation form a toad into a human looking girl was in early October

Being the daughter of a talented witch gave all the lessons of life, magic, and standard academics that one could bear.

Afoa began her life as a toad. Her mother, a witch, had longed for a child for many years and was given her new daughter Afoa. Afoa's mother lived as a hermit in the deepest part of a forest. Afoa spent much of her childhood shut up in their cozy cabin. Despite not being able to leave their residence in the woods, she was allowed, at the very least, to explore just outside the wooden walls she lived in. She would often visit nearby bridges-not for any logical reason- she was just drawn to them by an internal desire. When she sat on a stone bridge over a rushing river, Afoa couldn't help but feel serene and grounded in her time.

When she visited the bridges of her forest, she was constantly overseen by hidden trolls with the responsibility of keeping her, a troll maiden, safe. At one old clapper bridge, Afoa met a lurking troll, who would eventually become her close companion. After she met them, Bysketter seemed to follow her everywhere. They seemed a bit creepy to Afoa, at first, but she was determined to become close to them. So she would often turn to speak to them and ask about troll, bridge, and forest related subjects. Sometimes Bysketter would take Afoa to important troll gatherings. There was always the annual festival of the year being reborn. Afoa loved to go to that festival with Bysketter. They would carry her on their wide shoulders to see the bright lights filling the sky at midnight and hold her hand when she got scared. They were always there for Afoa when she needed them most.

At home, her mother treated her gently, with kindness. Her strict rules were easy to bear due to her heartening personality. As she grew older, Afoa was allowed more and more to travel into towns to trade and purchase groceries. They would often visit one trading town, in particular for potion ingredients. It was there, in the lengthy duration of her mother negotiating with the potions tradesman, that Afoa made her first real freind. She had made enduring acquaintanceships everywhere she had and continued to visit, but none closer than that with Evelyn. Evelyn was a child of slight nobility, and was much wealthier than Afoa. Even in such a peacesful community as was the trading town, it was difficult to integrate poor and wealthy people. That's why when Afoa and Evelyn hung around together, laughing, holding hands, and braiding hair, people would stare at them. Disapproving adults of poor and rich families would often look at the two girls playing house in disgust. It was because people couldn't understand how a rich and a poorer child could be close friends that they whispered as they passed. It couldn't have been because they knew how Afoa felt for Evelyn. The people on the streets couldn't have been able to reach so far into the depths of her mind that they would be able to pick up on the funny feelings that made Afoa's heart race when she saw Evelyn's shining smile. No one person could do that - much less an entire town could. Being so young, she couldn't have recognized the way she so openly stared in longing at Evelyn. She couldn't have understood that she and Evelyn were much closer than many girls their age were in friendships. So Afoa convinced herself that they simply didn't like seeing a common girl and a wealthy girl being close. In their frequent and brief times together, they became each others' rock. One day, it just happened. Evelyn took a now teenage Afoa's hand and softly kissed her, right in the middle of Afoa going on a rant about how raccoons kept getting into her garden. For their entire friendship, Afoa had known deep down what she felt for Evelyn, but had no idea if she felt the same way. So she had buried those ever growing feelings deep inside of herself. So when Evelyn kissed her, Afoa's entire heart seemed to collapse and reanimate anew.

Unfortunately, Afoa's mother had witnessed this display, and did not not approve in any sense of the word. She was furious to an extent of madness. She rushed to Afoa and snatched her up by the wrist, her daughter struggling and crying the entire way she was dragged. When they finally reached the edge of the forest, Afoa finally broke away from her mother's grasp. She pulled back from the heaving silhouette of her mother, nearly stumbling on the granite clapper bridge they were standing on. "Why- why... you hurt me- my arm! I don't understand!" Afoa was starting to hyperventilate and tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her mother spun around to meet Afoa's tear-stained gaze and grabbed her, violently by the shoulders, "What don't you understand? Huh?" With every word, she looked more and more agitated, and shook her daughter's shoulders harder and harder, "Boundaries? Social standards?" Afoa's mother suddenly let go, pushing her daughter away and turning, "All that time I spent raising you only for you to be this ungrateful!" Fearful tears were now streaming down Afoa's painfully rosy cheeks. "I don't - I don't understand..." She staggered toward her mother with a hopeful, outstretched hand. "Please..." Her mother reeled around and slapped her hand from the air. At this warning, Afoa fell to the ground and pulled herself into a huddle. Her mother threateningly advanced toward Afoa, pulling back her hand for what would be a cruel strike upon her innocent child. But when she took a step too close to Afoa, she found that her legs were unable to move. She couldn't pull them from where they sat on the heavy granite slab of a familiar creek bridge. Her eyes widened with realization. Before she could even call out, she was completely paralyzed by troll magic. The unseen eyes of the forest were holding Afoa's mother captive. Afoa lifted her head from her trembling knees. Behind her stood Bysketter, who gladly embraced their favorite person in her time of need.
Afoa knew that the trolls' spell on her mother wouldn't last forever, and spent weeks developing a spell to trap her mother for good. She had thought about just killing her mother while she was paralyzed but found that she didn't have the strength. Every time she came close to her in an attempt to end her life, she stopped just short of making contact. She couldn't help but think of all the years they spent together. Even though she was overwhelmed by the fear and sadness she felt for her mother, Afoa recalled the good memories of her. So instead of spilling her mother's blood, Afoa planned to trap her in unconsciousness for the rest of her existence. The spell she developed would essentially cover her mother's skin with a thin layer of impenetrable stone. Under normal circumstances, this would suffocate her, but another important aspect of the spell is that it allows the victim to retain their life by recycling from within. It sounds strange but the victim's soul would be the source of life instead of outside stimuli. This, of course, would fundamentally alter the way the human body functions, but it would keep the victim alive and unconscious. This change in the human bodily functions would be restored if the spell were to be unwound.
So after weeks of development and testing on simulated living beings, Afoa determined that she would be able to use this spell on her mother. The only issue with casting is that she would have to fight her mother's will in order to capture her. While her body was paralyzed, Afoa's mother's mind and soul were very active. She couldn't cast magic while being paralyzed by troll magic, but she would be able to put up a fight against her daughter. To cast a spell like the one Afoa created, one would have to push their will onto an object or living victim. It is easier to push one's will onto an inanimate object than it is to do so to a living being.

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