Contessa_Devereux

@andres_knightfall: Omg, nicely done. Amazing post. ♥

@clara_mass: ;) I'm waiting to see how you write it off :D

Indeed. I still don't have a proper synopsis out. :(

@clara_mass: ONE MILLION ♥'s. You've never fail to drift my attention away, always kept me captivated. Flawlesssssss.

@jabari_vaillancourt: She's going to be surprisingly magical, writing her off with a twist :D

And it begins

@asherah: okay okay okay ♥

Attention everyone, canon vine rpg here. ;)

"I don't think. No, I'm a Devereax." she said politely, unaware of the blood connection she had with the exotic man. Contessa was still new to this world despite her age, she was new to her heritage. Not long ago the witch had left this trouble city for freedom, escaping her strict upbringings. She didn't believe, she hated her cultural traditions, the magic that came with it. It was like a curse, no freedom and constant lectures. Did she believe them? No, everything they taught her went from one ear out the other. She felt forced and when she turned 21 she left, leaving behind everything that connected her to her roots, but eventually the apple didn't fall far from the tree, it was just last year she returned. Several months later she had lost her sister to the war between the witches and vampires. Now she was alone, no one here to call family. Unaware that the man before her was family, her cousin. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?" her free-spirited persona encouraged more alcohol and the tipsy witch was only seconds away from another shot towards being drunk.

@_jack0ftrades_: @jabari_vaillancourt: "Thank you." she said flirtatiously, the night itself was vibrating with good tunes. Despite her best efforts to track the name in which it revealed itself in her her spell two days ago, the witch left those investigation for some distractions, like tonight. "Come here often?" she said as she prepared to downed the one shot with effortless ease, but instead it was taken from her by another, quite rude. His chocolate complexion and striking features caught her eyes the moment she saw him but it was admiring his beauty and nothing more. "You heard me sing?" she said nonchalantly as she requested another shot, this time making sure she took it instead. "Tell me, what do you know about my joojoo?" her voice was fun yet it held some seductive undertone, probably giving him the wrong impression if he didn't know better. At the moment it seemed the other man who was generous to offer his time for her was ignored and neglected for the eerie presence of the man next to her, who had an air of royalty about him. Who was he, she thought, "So what is you name?" a brief paused released itself as she thought of what to say that wouldn't offend in any other way and she finished "Kind sir?" though he was nothing from it just from first impression alone. Once again her voice smothered itself to his liking, but it was just the way she sounded nothing more.

@jabari_vaillancourt: