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Name: Hiraeth Moon
Age: 27 years old
Date of Birth: June 23rd, 1994
Place of Birth: Kitakyushu, Japan
Parents: -------

Ethnicity: Appears to be of Korean descent
Race: Cradle Witch

Gender: Cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: Pansexual, Demi-romantic

Occupation: Owner of The Garden of Spells Apothecary
Residency: Yakushima, Osumi Islands

• Traits and Abilities
• Asmodeus
• Garden of Blooms

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In the shadow of losing his father, a red-bellied snake, Asmodeus, found Hiraeth kneeling at the trunk of the willow tree. There was no need for explanation, Hiraeth was able to feel the bond that was already formed. Asmodeus is more than just his familiar, the serpent is a friend, source of comfort, and his ultimate protector making sure he is never left alone. You will often find the reptile curled around the rafters of the shop, watching the ever-changing faces that come in and out casting judgment in silence as Hiraeth tries to hide his laughter. Other times he is curled around Hiraeth, watching his every move.

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in his garden, everything blooms with reason. friendships. love. respect. trust. only the most unique blossoms are brought back to such sacred space to be appreciated as they should.

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Details :

Traditional Magic Abilities:

Necromancy Abilities :

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WAR.
A never ending cycle of hate that consumed the lives of the innocent as they fought to keep their homes, to hold onto the dreams they once shared with their children. Yet, not all mother's had their child's best interest at heart, they soul reason at life was to push themselves to the top.

Hiraeth was only a boy, no older than six when he started foraging in the forest that lined their home, picking mushrooms and berries, muddling in the mud, clipping flowers to make teas, and crushing beautiful concoctions for when he would fall and scrape his knees or grow tired from stumbling over his own two feet. The boy constantly staggered behind his father as a sense of peace surrounded them as the forest quickly became home. Home was supposed to be the one place no one was covered in the blood of a stranger, the only place he would be left unseen except for the animals that beckoned for his help when their days drew to n end. It was the only place where he could pretend he was part of a normal family as he learned from his father knowing he would run the family shop one day.However, the war drew closer and the sound of explosions rattled the roof of their cabin, his mother gone for weeks, then months, until he no longer remembered the sound of her laughter or was that something he never knew?Hiraeth was thirteen when he would be left at the shop alone, categorizing the bones of animals unknown, learning potions and spells, growing his mind in the light of magic. that was until word of her mother's army fluttered through the city, an army of the dead that she willed back to life against her husband's pleading, fighting with strengths unmatched by any other man, dragging limbs through barricades, throwing bodies onto mines, stifling the explosions that once frightened her sacred son, but now hindered her ability to win. It was on his fourteenth birthday that he sat in a clearing, his father to his side as he blew the candles from his cake while the animals watched their laughter ruffle the leaves of the trees waiting for their piece when a crack of thunder raged down the ancient willow tree, tearing his father in two. With a ringing in his ears he jumped onto his feet and placed his hands on his father's chest willing his heart to beat just one more time. The young necromancer, unknowing of the strength within the palms of his hands, watched the corpse of his father melt into the earth breathing life in a much different way than he had expected. Hiraeth created life from what he knew, turning flesh into the flowers that bloomed before his eyes, yet a life he would never be able to embrace.

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The Garden of Spells was a site of sacred ground, the lush foliage consuming the brick cabin, vines wrapping it with a strength that one could feel with the beating of a heart in the veins of each leaf. Hiraeth spent his time learning, reading every book possible trying to figure out what he did wrong, trying to understand why no one told him of the powers he possessed, trying to find just who sentenced his father to death. Hiraeth travels the world in search of wonders and prizes, keeping himself busy as he makes his presence known. His shops are strewn all over the world, interconnected by portals that lead back to his home. With his father's passing, he continues to learn under the watchful eye of his dear friends.

The Garden of Spells

The shop specializes in herbs, oils, and crystals for all. They carry simple potions for healing and the sick; by no means are they all that simple, but only a select few may comb through the jars that line the walls. The shop also contains oddities of all kinds, from dinosaur fossils to elusive sea creatures or even a severed hand. You may even find your missing sock in the room of all things lost. One just never knows what to expect in The Garden of Spells, but beware of Asmodeus as he slithers through.

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writers age : 28
writing : don't push for replies. 3rd person. para. novella. one liners will not be entertained. 21+. no minors. no limits/triggers in terms of angst plots, but these must be discussed and approved before a scene can begin.understand the difference between ic and ooc. admin will use // to distinguish the difference. mixing ic and ooc will not be tolerated. hiraeth's actions are not the writers. metagaming and godmodding will not be tolerated and will be brought to attention.

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