Chandra Crimson Nyx

Backstory

Greeting fellow wizards and witches.

Chandra is the name most beings know me as. But there might be more to the story than just that. But I would only tell those who follow my expectations without question or hesitance. I might give them a sneak peak of my world- if I hadn't been banished.

That... was a small slip. Let's see what you can uncover.

Known as : Chandra Crimson Nyx

~You may call me Raven, but I don't tolerate nicknakes~

Being : Isn't a wizard or a witch but something more powerful and interesting. (Curious much?)

I am a beginner writer- always find my ways into other world of wonders in books. But that might be how I was able tame my powers without others guidance- and create more harm than good. (Learn anything from this?)

I am not from Earth, but from somewhere those weren't able to find, until I fell. (Find anything?)

Story :

Frightened, fearful, forever alone.

Is there more I could name?

I had been scearching this unfamiliar place for months. Isn't it enough?

No, apparently it isn't. But what more could I do? My tribe banished me, my powers backfired or caused untameable destruction and I have no space in this.... this land.

My sigh made the ground grumble urgingly under my feet. And my crimson crown glowed, halting the noise.

This very crown cursed me from going home and from using my real identity. I couldn't return back- I couldn't change what happened in the past.

But was it my home? No one wanted a useless hybrid. But was I useless? I didn't think so.

I trudged deeper through the fasinating city streets- the streets that were no place for me. Everything was quiet, like a switch had shut the whole place off. I was surprised no one came out at night.

Who wouldn't come out in this hour? It's beautiful- as I would say back home. 

My hand deliberately reached up, my claws tracing the patterns on the ruby studs. Even though this made my living nightmare worse, it still protected me in some way. So did the crimson rose I held when I was pushed out of my land.

And that's when I first saw it. A folded, mysterious letter drifting towards me. I outstretched an arm, my figers stroking the smooth edges of the paper and I accepted it.

In the middle was a symbol I had never seen before. But something about it looked promising. Like it could change my life from what it is now. 

I unsealed it, my claws tapping against the paper as I took other out from inside. I unfolded it with practiced ease, my eyes darting over the words.

It said I was excepted to a school of witchcraft and wizardy. But I am niether of those.

But then it mentioned 'magic' and 'stories' and I was instantly drawn to the idea of attending. I could learn, adapt- and more. I don't have to wonder the lonely pathways anymore. 

I could.... actually start over.

My story of how I ended up here. I am still learning as you know- and I am willing to do so.

But just letting you all know- I can kill you. That is part of my abilities and I promise you I have FULL control of them. So beware with what I can do.

Let's see who I am going to tell my history to....

My hobbies : Reading, writing, drawing- basically anything peaceful

My expectations on my wall. 

• No bullying anyone or causing unwanted drama on my wall (Please do it elsewhere)


• No swearing allowed- not even word close to it


• Everyone being fair and cooperative (I would appreciate that, thanks)

If you have any problems, thoughts or troubles, I am hear to listen. That was my weakest strength back in my land. But I assure you I have improved and I think I can help- if you are willing to talk.

Alright- that's it for now.

Thanks.