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The Woman In Black
RP Wanted The Portal 
Chernobyl
Currently championing:
#1
Oh how the darkness had always beckoned too her, singing its lullaby to wipe away the scars. It comforted the siren in ways no other could, always there and never once had the darkness left her side. Black stilettos broke ground on this new found place being sucked into a vortex of unexplained reasoning. The Countess was no fool you see, the pull of the darkness its slithering ways as it became one with her bodice. The inky silk morphed into the darkness while all one could see was those honey hued eyes gazing endlessly behind long lashes, Cher was not fearful for what purpose to be? Life had a peculiar way at taking everything that was important to her, grabbing it like a possessive child and snatching it away. The first love. The best friend. Though it had worked hard to take her daughter, though that was something Cher wouldn't give up. Sindri was not here and thank heavens for that, she wished to travel and with her mother's blessing it was given. The magic boring within her soul was not something she cared for excessively, now that did not mean she'd do without. The woman in black always adapted very quickly, finding out different means in order to regain what she so wishes. This place one could feel was disturbed and yet she relished in it. All of the fear that radiated her, the darkness as it pulled oh this place was truly magical. Misunderstood. Nostrils inhaling what faint aromas could be noted as thick legs carried her on grace. The energy within her would draw them near for something as defiant as the sun was sure to get ones attention. It wasn't just fire or bursts of energy no it was defensive in nature. Chernobyl was a old school lady if someone wanted a fight or dared to disrespect she'd rather give them a taste of just what petite things can do. Though her magic had in no doubt saved her from times when she thought the end was close, yet Cher was not one who favored the aggressive nature but respected the power within. Much like this place, so many come through she supposed without thought or care to what this life force must take to survive. Whether it was 'evil' or 'good' it was not respected. Magic is not a right by any means, it is a privilege. Though most dance around as if they are Gods, yet The Countess knew they were just mere fools. The world was cruel indeed, though this little lady was always meeting the unusual and bizarre with a smile upon those velvet lips.

Magic:
(Defensive) - Draws energy from the sun, creating a higher than normal body temperature. In extreme cases when she feels threatened solar like flares can be emitted causing damage to anything in close range.
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
The shadows of the Portal are like a chameleon today; and with the entrance of this heated body, they, too, become hot. The glowing essences of hunger turn red, orange, yellow, and finally white-hot the closer they draw to this dark woman.

But they are full for today, save for a few longing nibbles at your magic. You are safe from their hunger…for now.
the Rift
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| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : CHERNOBYL |

Magic:
Defensive: Ability to emit solar flares from skin when threatened.

Mutations:
Warmer than normal body temperature.
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