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Dear lurkers & members,

Fenrir’s Wood has officially moved to @fenrirswood-hq ! the shadow-ban got to us good and hopefully this new blog will be saved! Please follow this new account! 

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KADIR DUYMAZ ( our ILHAN SEN ) is looking for their WIFE. They’re a 33-38 ANY SPECIES, who look like KIMYA GÖKÇE AYTAÇ, BURCU ÖZBERK, TUGÇE KUMRAL, BENSU SORAL, FAHRIYE EVCEN, BARRETT DOSS, JAINA LEE ORTIZ . You DO need to approach the player.

kadir adores his wife and loves her with every fibre of his being, however since seeing glimpses of her in his dreams and then experiencing deja vu around her he is deeply concerned that this means something terrible for her. because kadir believes he dreams of these situations and they then become reality, he believes he could be the cause. to protect he feels he has to leave her. he has not told his wife about any of this and instead is insistent that the two spend time apart. despite his love for her, he is filing for divorce, pushing her away and becoming distant, but this is all because he feels this is best for her, to save her.

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Dear current and future members, 

Below is some more information on how Witches use Magic in this universe, inspiration was drawn from Celtic lore, druid magic, and a little bit of His Dark Materials. 

SPIRITS/SPRITES: they inhabit the world and everything in it. One could say that everything connected to nature has spirits around it, that the water and fire, and every tree is full of them. But the truth is that they’re everywhere. They change according to what is needed from them, and they change for every magic user as well. They’re not sentient beings, but they do have their likes and dislikes. They sense emotions, and they love gifts, those that truly care for them, will find that Magic might come easier. When a Witch has a certain affiliation to a type of magic, say a Witch who draws more to fire than anything else, it’s often the spirits that sense the personality type in others. 

CURSES: Witches can ask spirits to linger with a certain person and change something about their lives. These types of spirits often stay with a person for generations unless the spell can be put to an end. They can linger on a person or on objects, melting together with that object as they change its purpose. Strong Witches are able to sense something wrong with the spirits, though the chances are extremely rare that they recognise what the problem is exactly.

SPELLS: “it’s not the words that count but the intention.” Spells have existed for centuries, and the knowledge is shared in books and mouth to mouth, which has resulted in them being understood by the spirits. 

POTIONS: While in some cases there is actually magic involved, most potions are simply remedies with natural ingredients.

FAMILY MAGIC: In strong witch families with a long lineage of practicing witches, the spirits that come to attach themselves to the magic users of that family tend to leave a scent/feeling/emotion, which leads to other Witches being able to recognise them and the family they’re from.

FEVER DREAMS/PREMONITIONS/SEEING THE DEAD: (drugs mention tw) Witches are not able to see the future, not in the traditional sense at least. They are unable to see the dead walking, and cannot see the past. However, there is one way in which this becomes possible. Named Fever Dreams for the sweating and overheating that comes with it, fever dreams can either happen when one is dreaming, or during drug induced sleep. In the old times, many of the powerful witches would try and gain glimpses of the afterlife or the future through drugs during rituals. It’s still done, but a lot less than before. 

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Kadir Duymaz

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meet KADIR DUYMAZ

Hey, isn’t that KADIR DUYMAZ. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH, and have a connection to SAGA’S COVEN? What I do know for certain is that they’re 36, and they’re TENDER-HEARTED and DISTANT. They’re originally from ISTANBUL, TURKEY and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for SIX YEARS living in FENWAY. I wonder if they still work at FENRIR CENTRAL HOSPITAL as a PARAMEDIC. Best if they stay safe for now.

kadir was born to covenless witches in turkey who very rarely practiced the craft.his father worked in england and wasn't present during his childhood and his mother refused to teach kadir witchcraft, so kadir was self taught from the books he could find as a child. when he was a child, whilst in a museum he found an ancient grimoire that he felt was calling to him. he hid in the museum until it closed and removed the grimoire from its display case. as soon as he touched it he saw what he would describe as a vision of his mother and sister.

the visions he'd seen of his mother and sister became reality a few weeks later when he had a sense of deja vu. then several months later kadirs mother passed away, the vision / deja vu sensation he had felt was an insight into the cause of her death. as a greiving young boy he did not know what to think of it all and after his mothers death he was sent to live in england with his father, he had also stopped practising magic to focus on a normal life, too afraid of how his visions and his mothers death seemed connected.

he studied at university and obtained his degree in accounting and finance. he still had 'visions' in his dreams, and although they disrupted his sleep greatly he did not explore the cause further. after graduating, he married the love of his life and life as a whole was looking good for kadir.

shortly after his father passed, and again kadir had seen glimpses of his father in his dreams, these were also connected to his death. not that kadir had realised it, but several others that he had dreams about had also passed away over the years. he hadn't connected the dots at the time but the things he dreamt were related to the way each of them died.

over time this took a lot out of kadir. sleepless nights, for fear of seeing something connected to someone he loves. he thinks that he is cursed and that he is the reason for the deaths. someone told kadir about the covens within fenrirswood, so he moved to fenrirswood several years ago with his wife to seek answers. kadir joined saga coven, and even begun practising magic again, but still has no answers about his 'curse' whilst building his life within fenrirswood he changed his career with the move and is now a paramedic.

kadir has recently seen glimpses of his wife in his dreams/deja vu sensations and is afraid of what it means. he hasn't told her this, instead insisting that the two remain apart and is filing for a divorce.

Played by Whiskey. Portrayed by Ilhan Sen.

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NO WAY TO TURN BACK NOW. Welcome to Fenrir’s Wood WHISKEY, you’ve been accepted for the role of KADIR DUYMAZ, please refer to the member checklist and send your account to the main in 24 hours. 

[ ilhan sen , cisman he/him ] Hey, isn’t that KADIR DUYMAZ. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH, and have a connection to SAGA’S COVEN? What I do know for certain is that they’re 36, and they’re TENDER-HEARTED and DISTANT. They’re originally from ISTANBUL, TURKEY and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for SIX YEARS living in FENWAY. I wonder if they still work at FENRIR CENTRAL HOSPITAL as a PARAMEDIC. Best if they stay safe for now. ( whiskey, gmt/bst, she/her, 27, removed for discretion )

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It’s friday acceptance day! 

I’ll be around most of the day to answer questions and look over apps. I’m planning on migrating the main soon to another account, and I hope that will go smoothly before the next event which is next week Friday already! I’m very excited for it and I hope you’ll all enjoy what I have in store for your characters! ;) 

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Due to inactivity, failure to meet activity requirements or player request please unfollow:

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The following faceclaims have been reopened:

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Hello lurkers,

Summer has finally settled in for me as well (as in, I’ve realised it’s summer) and as a result we’ll be doing interests checks for members instead of activity checks for the time being until the end of September. As well as: I’ll be a bit more lenient with the time slots of acceptances. Instead of between 7-9pm (GMT+1), I’ll be doing them on Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday whenever I have time to be behind my computer! So come and apply now ;) 

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Hello rp world!

It would seem that the shadow ban on this blog continues ;-; So I’ll be working on moving the main to a new account to get rid of it! More info on that will follow over the next week! 

Meanwhile, our last event has come to an end, and I’m now preparing the first Full Moon event, which will start on the 12th of August! Come join us for some fun!

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SUNDAY...

... Fenrir’s Duck Fair is coming to a close, the last of the locals helping tourists to catch their busses, trains, and taxis, or coaxing them off to local hotels. Witches for Saga’s Coven and Hel Coven are at the ready to end the month of July with a small gathering to ask the spirits for protection going into the second half of the year. It is during the ritual that several Witches instantly start crying, uncontrollably and having no idea why. Twenty minutes later the body of Finnley Dahl is found behind the Rollercoaster by the final guests of the park. 

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Hello lurkers! 

Today I’m out mostly, but I’ll be around tonight for acceptances! So if you are interested in joining a nice lil city rp with a fun mystery plot and lots of events to keep your characters engaged, look no further! 

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Due to not sending in an account, the following faceclaim has been reopened:

Summer Bashil

The following Wanted Connection has been reopened:

LENNON DAVIES (our CHELLA MAN) is looking for HIS OLDER BROTHER. They’re a 30-32 YEAR OLD HUMAN, who looks like ANY HALF-CHINESE MALE FC. You DO need to approach the player. 

Lennon was actually mostly raised by his older brother. They had parents who were too busy investing in their own bad habits to care much for the kids. So getting through losing his hearing and figuring out that he was trans was something Lennon went through with his brother. So when his brother turned eighteen and disappeared from Lennon’s life completely, Lennon was devastated. It’s been a long time since they’ve seen each other, so there’s a good chance Lennon’s reaction to seeing his brother now won’t be very positive. Still, it’d be a fun thing to plot out!

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meet DANTE CORTEZ

Hey, isn’t that DANTE CORTEZ. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH? What I do know for certain is that they’re 33, and they’re ANALYTICAL and ENIGMATIC. They’re originally from SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA, and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for 4 YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now. 

tw; bodily injury mentioned

Born as the third child of a large farming family, Dante Cortez was taught from a young age that family always came first. No matter what, you had your family’s back. He grew up in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, with his five siblings. Working with them on their family’s farm. From growing crops, varying from wheat to corn; to raising a few animals, from dairy cows to chickens.

A family pretending to be normal.

The family got along well with each other. Occasionally, they would bicker, tease one another, At times taking it a bit too far, to which their mother would have to come in and scold them. Those were better days.

While Dante loved his family, and would do anything for them, he ultimately felt as though he didn’t quite belong. He was of the same blood, yet somehow, he was different. His abilities were different.

While his siblings heard the sweet, gentle calls of water, of earth; of creation. He heard the wrathful voice of fire; of destruction. When his powers manifested themselves in him, when the doubt started to creep in, his parents were there to encourage him.

There’s nothing wrong with you, fire allows new life to grow.

He would have liked to believe that. Yet, he wasn’t so sure. While there was some truth to their words, the wary looks of his peers whenever he used his gifts, whenever he lost his temper, whenever there was an accident, had him second guessing himself. Granted, most of his accidents happened in the early days, he still saw the repercussions.

He was a monster, a danger; And he hated himself for it.

It was only proven during one of said accidents during his high school years. At this point, his sudden outbursts were rare, but ever present. He hadn’t meant to lose his temper. He knew his sister was only messing with him, teasing him about something or other that now seems ridiculous. Yet, it went too far, he went too far.

He burned Gabriella, scarring her. He’d never forget the way she looked up at him. The way his hands shook. The way his parents and everyone around after the incident looked at him; still looked at him. It was then that he decided he needed to leave.

And he did. Right after highschool, with no plan except to go as far away from his family as possible, Dante headed out into the world. It was for their safety, he told them. Never did he stay in one spot for long. Never long enough to form any meaningful relationships, always keeping people at an arm’s length.

This was how he ended up in Fenrirswood. He hadn’t meant to stay as long as he did. Yet, when a body appeared, then another, and another, he found himself extending his visit

Played by Fran. Portrayed by Peter Gadiot.

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meet ASHA EDARA-BAKSH

Hey, isn’t that ASHA EDARA-BAKSH. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WITCH, and have a connection to SAGA’S COVEN? What I do know for certain is that they’re 32, and they’re LIONHEARTED and SHORT-TEMPERED. They’re originally from LONDON, UK, and have been back to FENRIRSWOOD for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS living in WOOD ROAD. I wonder if they still work as a BARRISTER. Best if they stay safe for now. 

TW: murder, death, trauma, ptsd

You’re born on the cusp of spring, bringing forth vitality and hope to a family in desperate need of it. You fill once-barren arms and they call you a miracle, a slim chance, an unlikely hope – magic. Because it’s magic that cursed your mother’s womb and magic that healed it. You healed it, somehow. Your magic is strong, and your presence is stronger, demanding to be heard, to be felt. You blow into every room like a hurricane and they wonder if you’ll have an affinity for air, flitting from one place to another, without a care in the world. Your footsteps are so sure, so confident for such a small thing and they wonder if you’ll instead ground yourself in earth. But your temper. Oh your temper is explosive from the start, a volcano set to erupt at a moment’s notice and they’re sure you’ll fan the flames within yourself, that fire that was there the moment you were born.

Instead, water calls your name. And you hate it. You’re at war with yourself from the start. Water is fluid. Water can be fixed. It can be as hot as a summer’s day as cold as winter’s night, and so can you. But you hate it. The push and pull tears at you even from a young age. You struggle with your magic but your mother and father have an abundance of patience. After all, they waited so long for you to arrive. So when your magic shows, even when you struggle with it, they’re right beside you. Until they’re not.

You’re seven now, and you feel older than ever but you’re still too young to know what blood-feud means. What consequences curses actually carry. You’re too young to understand what’s happening when magic fails your parents. When you’re woken up in the middle of the night by the sounds of glass shattering and the noise of voice yelling. By chaos. You hide, or you try to, and you tell yourself to be brave until they break down your bedroom door. You don’t remember if you cried. You don’t remember anything but the white hot heat of fire, the searing pain of flame kissing flesh, and the sound of your own screams filling your ears.

When you wake, you’re surrounded by somewhat familiar faces. Neesa and Amir Baksh. Your parents' best friends. But your parents aren’t there. It’s so strange, to wake up in a hospital, arms wrapped like a mummy’s, not a parent in sight. So you ask, voice hoarse and wheezing. It feels like glass scratching the inside of your throat and it feels like glass piercing your heart when they tell you. But that doesn’t make sense. Your parents aren’t gone. They’re not dead. That’s impossible. Your father, so strong and solid, and your mother, so fierce and protective…they wouldn’t leave you. They wouldn’t. They wouldn't. They wouldn’t. And who are Neese and Amir anyway? How close were they actually? You reach for your magic, for that stormy ocean that lives inside you and find…nothing. You try again and again and again and you’re hysterical, explanations of a centuries-old feud, of bad blood, of how they’d arrived too late for your parents but just in time to save you from the worst of it – they mean nothing but they still fill your dreams when you drift off, magic soothing you into sleep.

Your parents weren’t part of a coven. They’d long since struck out on their own, thinking that London would be vast enough to protect them. To protect you. You have no one but the Baksh family who take you in as one of their own.

Life looks different now. You’re part of a coven. You have siblings. But it’s not the same and you spend the first years of your life in Fenrirswood resistant to all of it. Your magic is stubborn. It takes nearly two years for it to come back. For you to feel it again. The coven leaders say it’s been there all along, simply dormant and waiting for you to be ready but you don’t feel ready. You still feel like that scared girl, hiding under your bed. You’ve seen what magic can do, you’ve felt the sting of it used like a blade, cutting through opponents mercilessly. You’ve felt the loss and barren wasteland it leaves behind.

You don’t want it. You resist it. And the storm rises up in you again, waves crashing against your ribcage. Let us out. Let us out. You resist until you can’t. When you answer the call and open that door, it’s a tsunami rolling over you. Everyone says it’ll take time, of which you never feel like you have enough of. And patience, which you know you definitely don't. But something pushes you forward. An invisible force that tells you your parents would’ve wanted you to move on. To grow. You continue to fight it but a little less each day until, one day, you don’t even notice that voice is gone. It’s just you, and your magic.

It’s your magic that heals you in a way your new family couldn’t. You throw yourself into training, each instructor reporting to your parents that you’re impatient. Demanding. Impatient. Volatile. Impatient. Obsessive. Impatient. But you need to be. Because magic is what keeps out the nightmares. What keeps you from waking up screaming, just before the flames of your nightmares consume you. It’s what keeps you connected to your parents, what keeps their spirits alive with you, helping you. Comforting you.

So the years pass. You improve your magic but not your patience. You speak your mind, even when you shouldn’t, and you drive your parents crazy with the trouble you get yourself into. But even they would prefer a third call to the principal’s office because you were outspoken in class to watching you sleep the days away in bed when waves of sadness hit. And they still do. It doesn’t matter how much time goes by, there are days when it threatens to overwhelm you. On days when they should be there, you withdraw into yourself, cocooning yourself to the world, the stormy sea calms and gives way to something darker beneath the surface. Grief is a stone in your pocket, weighing you down at times. You miss your graduation from uni because of it. But sometimes that same grief is what drives you forward. Determinations that no one ever goes through what you’ve been through.

You think you can make a difference. You think that there are people, witches or otherwise, who are trying to escape situations that have become chains around their lives. Like your parents’ fear had been. Choking them until they died by the hands of those who’d wish them harm. You don’t know if you’re cut out for it but you become a barrister, working towards a future where no little girl, magical or otherwise, has to hide under her bed again.

When the bodies start piling up, you leave your busy life in London and return home to Fenrirswood. Questions fill every conversation and while answers are sparse, you’re confident in your decision to come home. You’ve already lost one and you’ll be damned if another slips through your fingers. So you ball your hands into fists, holding on tightly to the things that matter most.

Played by G. Portrayed by Sobhita Dhulipala.

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Asha Edara-Baksh

Dante Cortez