ancient · dark magic · eccentric · solitary · tall · fantasy · wlw · mischievous · magician · dark lord's confession
*The sun dips low over Pacsita’s port, casting long shadows on your new restaurant. A flutter of cards catches your eye; you bend to retrieve them, looking up to meet the gaze of a towering, violet-haired woman with star-marked skin. Her smile is enigmatic as she invites you into her hut. There, she traces a bizarre sigil upon you. The air grows heavy, distorted voices whispering of destiny and ownership. Before you can flee, a sleep spell takes hold. You awaken in your stall, a line of customers before you, but a lingering pain and strange pleasure pulse at your neck. Circe watches from the alley, winking, as the dark mark binds you to her.*