Samppa's Chronicle Scroll
Meaning: Variant of Samuel. Also literally 'pole' or a boundary marker
Specie: Finnish Landrace Goat
Relationship Status: Single. Likes warm hugs.
Samppa (pronounced SAHMP-pa) sometimes gets mistaken for an older beegah because of his wizardly beard, but he doesn't mind. Besides, the more hair the merrier. He enjoys crafting new articles of clothing for his half-animal friends, and knows just how frustrating it can be trying to find things that fit. Hoof-boots, wing jackets, specialized hats, you name it, he can make it.
He's a bit... eccentric. Maybe just a trademark of fashion designers, but this goat boi fits that stereotype. Brimming with self-confidence and unafraid to speak his mind, yet constantly offering inspiration.
There is method to the madness, though. His fireflies help him stay up late to finish whatever project he has promised. Agonizing over details because anything that can go wrong, will. If you slip when h
Cernos' Chronicle Scroll
Name: Cernos, but also instinctively responds to "thrall" or "hjǫrtr"
Meaning: Cernos is a bastardization of Cernunos - roughly - The Horned God. Likewise, thrall denotes serfdom or enslavement, while hjǫrtr, translates roughly to stag.
Relationship Status: Single, and very shy. Slow to trust - slower to open up.
Cernos was born to human parents, but he does not remember them, his first, hazy memories are of a cool cave, robed figures, sweet smelling smoke and a general feeling of peace. His first clear memory, is the shattering of that tranquility. Large bearded men dragging him out and onto a ship, of bodies in the surf and on the grass. The red of blood, the calling of a name he no longer recalls. He still dreams of that moment some nights, waking, muscles tight and ready to run.
Cernos spent the majority of his life as a thrall of three Jarls. The first gave
Vasilisa's Chronicle Scroll
Name - Vasilisa, the Beautiful
Meaning - "Queen"
Species - Siberian Flying Squirrel
Gender - Female
Relationship Status - Single as a leaf in the wind(Better sweep her off her feet before someone else does!)
Vasilisa was a one in a hundred child. Born in the early winter, her parents were true-blooded humans. Her birth was, to little surprise, a great shock to her parents, who promptly decided- living in the wilds of Russia- they had been cursed by Baba Yaga, the witch in the wood. It was lucky for Vasilisa that her parents decided that simply killing their child, or leaving her to starve and freeze in the snow, was too much of a risk to take. It might have angered Baba Yaga, who surely cursed them to carry her familiar to term, and so in the dead of night they traveled deep into the wood where the woman who preyed on their village lived- to the house of Baba Yaga herself-
Closed.Mice were not made for cold weather- Danny didn't count, she was just barely mouse-ish, entirely benefiting, Honey's mother had said... Honey was like to agree in times like these, as she almost nodded off for the fourth time that morning. Jerking awake, Honey shivered, pulling her flower-embroidered quilt closer around her shoulders and squinting at the brightening sky- Oren was supposed to be here a good bit ago! Before dawn, he promised... The big old fuddy-duddy probably forgot! The mouse beeguh huffed at the cart she had piled high- very, very carefully- with dishes, pans and tins.... Assorted shapes and sizes and rather exotic-looking whisks and spoons and forks and things that were even harder to identify at a glance. All tools of the trade.... and all things she'd have to spend the rest of the day carting to Asa's manor, back and forth.... And then there was, of course, the fact she had to build an appropriately-sized oven at the manor, too, and...
Entirely too much
MARCH MYO EVENTWoodwives MYO
Woodwives the group is having a Free MYO event!
(Common Woodwives only please)
(We DO have some flex room on what we'll allow as common familiars depending on the origin of your Woodwife and what might be found around them while they were apprenticed and training! Just ask if you're not sure!)
We’re an 1800s AU, at the moment mostly focused on England, though there are Woodwives of one camp or another across the world, including America, and Japan, with regional flexibility on their choices of style for Cloak or Cape.
Q) How many can I make?
A) You can make one for yourself, but if you have a friend who wants to get in, you also can make them one, but you may only keep one for yourself. These are a free MYO event so we would prefer people not sell art slots for this, though you can obviously charge for people to commission you later.
People may OFFER to help if you need help with a design but you may not demand. Please tell us if anyone is harassing you
La reine des potins“Well whoever it is, they aren’t one of ours...” Cassandra said, shaking her head slowly. “I mean, these Woodwives can be quite adorable, but I don’t think any of ours would stoop so low as to take one as a paramour, at least, not without consulting the cabal first.”
She fluttered her fan in irritation, moving the air around her purely for the sensation of it against her skin. She spoke to the round crystalline ball before her, knowing that the magic carried her voice to similar items seated in the houses of all the members of her cabal.
“I mean, who has time for witches and warlocks anyway?” She scoffed, tone flat and annoyed as she rolled her eyes. “Chasing fairy lights and braiding garlands in their hair, when real magic is just - inches from their fingertips. I’ll grant some of their charms and the like are amusing - and seem to work for what it’s worth, but I doubt it has any real potency to it.”
Good Gossip-Mack (and Kiara)Mack was pleased with himself. That was not an unusual situation, but what was unusual was the reason why. His Woodwife, Kiara, generally didn't appreciate him trying to tell her about all the juicy rumours that he picked up by listening to every conversation that happened anywhere near him, as well as quite few that thought they were out of his hearing range. She thought it was rude to listen to other people's conversation if you weren't taking part in said converation. Mack thought that was ridiculous as those conversations that were nearby but that you or your woodwife weren't part of were often the most interesting conversations, even when they weren't about either of you.
But this time he had picked up word of something that he was sure she'd want to hear. It concerned a woodwife who had entered a romantic relationship with an Aether worker!
He knew that Ki had been reading anything she could get her hands on that had anything however remotely to do with aether or those who used i
Woodwife Bio: WrenName: Wren
Hair: Seafoam Green
Eyes: Emerald Green
Touched by The Wood: A bargain made with a snow spirit in exchange for the life of her nephew.
Effect: Bare skin-to-skin contact with her hands can cause frostbite within seconds. Because of this, Wren is always found wearing gloves to protect others from her “gift”. Her hair is also the color of arctic glaciers and has a crystal shine in the sunlight.
History: Being the eldest daughter in a family of three, Wren was expected to take care of, not only her siblings, but her elderly parents as well. This left little time for love and other such endeavors. It is no wonder that, at the age of 25, she remained unmarried, while her younger, 22 year old sister already had a husband and young son.
Despite the words that travelled about the town, Wren kept her nose to her work.
The Meek Mouse
Name: Mouse, Walker, Yee Naaldlooshii.... The list goes on. Which one is the right one?
Hair: Rose Blonde
Eyes: Dark Brown
Stage: ..... Steward?
Familiar: Coyote -
Truth: "You get them before they get you."
Mouse was born to a good old American family- starting out in Virginia, Mouse was only five years of age when her family packed up and left, travelling west to make their fortunes settling the wild. To build a better life for their children, or so it had been planned. In Arizona, it wasn't quite what they had planned. True, this children- Mouse, and her three siblings- two older brothers and one younger sister- grew like beanstalks, healthy and strong on the farm their parent
Name: Vera Vintersdotter
Age: 38 (when she met Allan) - 52 (present times)
Background: Daughter of Northern Europe (Norway) people immigrated to London to escape the war of 1814 between Sweden and Norway, she arrived in London a 16 year old girl whose Woodwife training had been interrupted before its end. She found a Woodwife willing to finish her training after a year of searching, but in between, she had fallen in love with the city of London. Her two-parts training left her polyvalent and torn between different cultures.
Hair: Long blond hair with strikes of white, braided on the side.
Eyes: Ice blue.
Stage: Experienced Woodwife.
Familiar: Large Blue Butterfly named Arion from the norsk name of the species (Male).
Cloak: Blue cloak with snowflakes of various shapes and colors on it, and a white layer of snow underneath. The inside is made of fine silk.
Touched by The Wood: No.
Truth: Every snowflake is different from another
History: Vera Vintersdotter was born and raised in a rich family in Norway. That’s where people discovered she had the Sight. She began her Woodwife training at 12 with Sonja, who taught her the northern ways of using Wood magic, and of course, the meaning and power of runes. She was happy for almost 4 years, even met her familiar, Arion, who was, to her surprise, a beautiful blue butterfly. He helped her to see above the stone which obsessed her since she was a kid. He taught her the sky was interesting too. But in 1814, Norway wanted its independence from Sweden, and there was a war. Her parents, contrary to what was usually done, went to take Vera back from her Woodwife teacher. She cried. She didn’t want to go. But Sonja had a dream in which she died very young in Norway. So she went to England with her parents in a boat, and landed on the London docks. She was struck by the life of the city and marveled at this brand new world. She was 16 and independent, and she explored the city while she still sought a Woodwife to complete her apprenticeship. It took her a year to find one who bothered venturing into the city. Alexandra was a modern woman who liked her dresses to be fashionable, so she worked with a renowned seamstress, providing the fabric she made herself from her sheep herd, while the other woman taught her the latest fashion tips. That’s how Alexandra stumbled upon Vera, and decided to take over her apprenticeship. Vera learnt new ways, new plants and herbs, and her mother was very relieved to see her taken care of. When time came, Vera made her own cloak out of the wool from Alexandra’s sheep, and the silk Alexandra had bought to her as a 18th anniversary gift. She then became a steward, to her pleasure, and then a Woodwife. She built a Norway traditional house with wood logs and a stone base (took her quite a while), near a swamp where the land was cheap and near the suburbs of London. But she was stubborn and didn’t stop until she had built her own little home. She then became the Woodwife for every believer of the old ways around London, and surveyed parks and old trees to prevent Goblins to enter town unnoticed. Unfortunately, she couldn’t be everywhere at the same time, and this last part didn’t work so well… but it lead her to take Allan as an apprentice. Appart from his parrot trying to eat Arion several times, the two of them got along quite well.
Now, Vera is a proud citizen of London (she obtained a permanent visa some time ago) and likes to tour the city, especially the suburbs, to cure people and hear gossips. Tea parties for the win! That’s the perk of being seen as an « old » lady.
Likes: Cold weather, especially cold but sunny winter days, moist, swamps, London, aromatic herbs, cooking, the touch of cold stone, collecting unusual stones (including gems if she’s lucky), calling herself a « Urban Woodwife », meeting new people (including other magics users), eating fish, gossips (of every kind), singing, the world through Arion’s eyes.
Dislikes: Hot days, cattle, wild beasts, Goblins, narrow-minded people, birds who want to eat her familiar, meat-based meals, violence.
Talents: Runes, of course. Protection runes, divination runes, etc. Stone magic. Ice magic (at a low level). Brews and potions for everyday (healing, curing illness, soothing pain…).
Weaknesses: Charms that are not rune-related, spells, fire magic, earth magic, powerful magic in general.
Background: Allan is basically a city street urchin turned into a Woodwife by mere chance.
Hair: Mid-length blond hair
Familiar: Ara parrot named Rainbow, even if he is only blue and yellow.
Cloak: A pale brown urban coat with runes embroidered on the front and a whole planisphere (from the time) on the back.
Touched by The Wood: No.
Truth: Diversity is what makes the word richer.
History: Allan was born in the poor neighborhood near the docks, one amongst many malnourished kids barely raised by a couple who couldn’t afford such a large tribe. Eleven brothers and sisters lived on the salaries of a factory seamstress and a docker. His mother died first, giving birth to his last sibling, who didn’t make it either. Allan was 5. Then his father was crushed by a ship’s cargo poorly secured, and Allan was orphaned at 7. He fled before the ladies of what they called « charity care » took all his family but his little brother Rick, 5 years old, and him. The two of them lived on the streets, searching the garbage and eating the remains of the day from the port: fish guts or skin grilled on a fire of fortune, sometimes fish bone soup. They loved the docks, with all their life and variety. There were so many exotic things to see there. People with different skin colors and clothes, animals they had never heard of, colorful fabrics, various scenting spices…
But when Rick was 8, he decided he wanted to go for and adventure. They ventured on unknown streets of London, and arrived at a park. Rick wanted to explore it, and Allan couldn’t say no to his beloved brother. They ventured inside the park, but a mist was up, and soon they got lost. Goblins sprouted out of a burrow in a tree, and grabbed Rick. Allan wanted to fight for his brother, but he froze, and couldn’t do a thing. Rick yelled loudly, unable to see what was taking him. But Allan saw them alright, and that’s what scared him half to death.
He ran for his life, and only on the morning he bumped into a middle-aged lady in a beautiful cloak who asked him why he was so upset. Allan told her the story. She introduced herself as Vera, Urban Woodwife. She lived on the edge of the forest and the suburbs, and helped city people who still believed in the old ways. She took Allan as an apprentice, and discovered that, properly fed, the boy was a really big young man, tall and muscular. He had a hard time living near the marsh where Vera had settled her home. But she insisted that swamp herbs were the best for some remedies. Allan did well and became a proper Woodwife. He could never, however, forgive himself for letting the goblins having his baby brother. His perpetual smirk and easy laughter are a way to hide deep wounds.
Likes: Playing cards, courting women, a good show, pleasant company, laughter, discovering new cultures and customs, whiskey, ale, beefsteak, fresh bread, Chinese food, living in London with all the people and noise and activity buzzing around, learning new languages (Already speaks English, Spanish, French and Italian, even a bit of Greek).
Dislikes: Short-minded people, bossy people, the boring life in the countryside, eggplants, dead flowers, swamps and mosquitoes.
Talents: Runes, divination, stamina potions and small spells, love potions (not real « love potions » but brews that make a person more attractive for a short time by triggering the hormones. But he sells them as love potions).
Weaknesses: Elemental magic, anything too powerful. He’s not very good at magic except for runes.