Post by Naomi Carlson on Jan 3, 2015 18:54:43 GMT
[attr="class","boxas"] first middle last History Naomi was born in Glasgow, Scotland to a Coven of Witches known as Thistleberry. She is the daughter of High Priestess Joanne Lake and High Priest Craig Carlson. Magic was always a part of her life, and she always enjoyed practicing with the other children. Her talents lie in healing magic and potion making, as her mother was a renowed healer in amongst Glasgow's Witch populuce. Naomi never went to school, as she was taught by her parents, and the other adult Witches in the Coven. Naomi loved the Coven like her own family, and get on well with a girl called Rebecca. Though their friendship was short lived, as the Scottish Witch Hunting Association, tracked down her family while they were on holiday in Devon, and ended their lives.Naomi has never been the same since that day. She has been practicing black magic in secret, vowing to kill any Hunters, and hopefully murdering those, that killed her sister like friend. Naomi's teenage years were never ones to speak of, and those who crossed her she wouldn't hesitate to curse. For example, she cursed this one girl after she caught her then boyfriend cheating on her. Naomi knew she needed a change of pace, maybe go and live in another country. Her online friend, Caleb, owned a Wicca store in Salem, and offered her a job so she could get away from all the darkness that had clouded her life in Scotland. She took him up on his offer, and when she turned seventeen, she said goodbye to her friends and family and flew to America. Naomi is now twenty three, and still working for her friend in Salem. She has a nice house, and pets and has almost completely forgot about all the drama that happened back home. She runs her own side business from her home, offering healing spells and remedies to Witches who can't make their own, and to her friends. Her personality has done a complete one eighty, and she is once again a bright, cheerful girl like she was as a child. However she knows, somewhere in her heart her tranquility won't last forever. Roleplay Sample Thunder clapped threw the grey, and dismal skies. Rain waterfalled down the window panes of her Victorian style home. Naomi was already up and dressed, the morning, CNN news on the TV. Her black cat meowed, as she sat down on the pastel pink sofa. “Morning Jynx.” she smiled, and petted the purring cat who was lying next to her black and white husky, Mischief. Naomi was in her lounge pants, and a long sleeved, thick black knitted jumper that her mother had made her for the winter months. Naomi put her hands around her mug of hot tea, and sipped it, as she watched the news. She only really watched the CNN news channel for the weather. She out her cup down, and ran her hands through her copper locks, and sighed. “Well it looks like I can’t go and pick up my herbs to day.” she said, looking out of her patio windows. Naomi was busy writing in her Book of Shadows, when the phone went. She picked it up, as she kept it with her in case there was appointments that needed to be made. “Hello, Gaelic Remedies.” she answered. It was a male witch on the other line. “Hey, I need to make an appointment. Its for my mom, she really ill.” he said, all panicky. Naomi, however, remained calm. “Can you bring her in as an emergency appointment?” she asked, grabbing a scrap piece of paper to write the man’s details down. Yes, Naomi’s accent still had a thick, Scottish twang to it, and she didn’t care. “Yes I can, we live on Mistletoe Avenue, but I will bring her to you.” he said. Before Naomi could protest, the man said goodbye and hung up. “Hmm, how odd.” she said, putting the phone down. Half an hour had passed, and there came a frantic knocking at her door. “Coming!” Naomi sang, and opened the door, to a brown haired boy and his mother. “Thank you. My mother’s cold has gotten worse, and we cannot afford out medical expenses.” he said. Naomi nodded, and instructed the make to lay his mother on the couch. He did so, and Naomi dashed into her kitchen. She put her cauldron on her stove, and prepared the ingredients. Garlic, ginger, pepper, cinnamon, lemon and honey. She followed her recipe and when it had brewed, she poured some of the contents into a mug. She went back into the living room, and handed the woman the mug. “Drink up.” she smiled. “Thank you dear.” the woman said in a hushed tone. Naomi sensed the woman’s throat was bad, so the honey in the concoction should soothe that. Naomi handed the man a jar with the rest of the potion in, and looked at the woman, who seemed relieved to have something to take the symptoms away. “Drink this three times a day, and your cold will clear right up.” she said. The elderly woman nodded. “Thank you. How much is it?” the woman’s son asked. “Just fifteen dollars. Its usually twenty five, but as you’re struggling I will half the price for you.” the witch said. The man thanked her, handed over the money and left with his mother. Naomi then went back to her Book of Shadows. | [attr="class","sigh"]Bonnie Wright [attr="class","sigh"]Twenty Three [attr="class","sigh"]Female [attr="class","sigh"]Witch [attr="class","sigh"]Healer [attr="class","sigh"]Hidden [attr="class","fall"]Naomi |