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Rory 📲 Irwin

📲 Text: But of course!!

📲 Text: maybe I could get like little bows and ties 

📲 Text: Well, one time I almost drank holy water

📲 Text: that wsnt a best idea but still kind of funny

📲 Text: yup plant with hats are still the bset I can com up with

📲 Text: It’s only funny if something bad happened.

📲 Text: Otherwise that’s just you having a glass of water. 

📲 Text: Plant with hats.

📲 Text: We would not have been friends in high school.

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Rory 📲 Irwin

📲 Text continued from here. @space-of-muses

📲 Text: this only works if the hats match their personalities. 

📲 Text: .... 

📲 Text: are you sure this is the best idea you’ve ever had?

📲 Text: I’m sure if you thought back, there must be something better 

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She wasn’t the sort to make house calls to acquaintances, but she was even less of the sort to make house calls to friends… because as few acquaintances Rory had, she had even fewer friends. Christian was more the former than the latter, but Rory would make do with what she could. 

“I don’t need you to be in the mood, I just need you to let me use your backyard.” Rory quipped as a greeting when the door swung open. Truth be told, it was one of the reasons she considered Christian such an acquaintance - his mood. He was one of the few bar-goers in this town that took her resting bitch face in stride and asked no questions. He was one of the few she could actually expect to have a quiet drink with. 

“I could bat my eyelashes if you think that would help.” Rory added with a heavy dose of dry sarcasm. She carried with her a messenger bag that was slung over her shoulder. In the dark night, the leather of it glistened and the color of it matched the fabric that gloved her hands.

christian wasn’t expecting company and so, whenever he heard a knock on his door, he couldn’t help but be a little irritated. he huffed, going to answer it and his eyes landed on rory. he wasn’t her biggest fan and he thought that was obvious but apparently that didn’t bother her at all. he leaned his weight against his arm that rested against the doorframe and prevented her from coming inside. “what do you want?” the man wasn’t chipper, at all, and anyone that came into contact with him knew that. “whatever you’re wantin’, i ain’t in the mood.” but then again, when was christian in the mood? 

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He was honestly so worried about loosing the notebook, he didn’t even notice the woman was actually holding it in her hands and for a second there, part of Axel was very glad she was holding it, because it meant he had not lost it and right after his guitar, that notebook was the most important thing to him, as it contain all his thoughts, lyrics and personal ramblings he liked to get off his chest.  And it hit him, did this woman, just sit there, reading all his very personal thoughts? Oh boy, that was…not good.  “Yes!” Axel raised an eyebrow, “That one, Hey!” the wolf reach out his hand for her to place the object, the other hand went to his hip as he looked the woman over, “What the fuck? that’s very fucking rude, you know?!, that’s personal! give it back, now!” he did not ask for it, he demand it! “Again, fucking personal, what the fuck is wrong with you, give it! now!”

He was getting heated over this, which she supposed was to be expected. He held out his hand demandingly and, instinctively, Rory pulled the journal further away with one of her own gloved hands - turning on a slight angle to put her shoulder between him and it.

“I’m rude? I’m not the one cussing up a storm am I?“ She chided, her own voice picking up forcefulness. She’d been called plenty worse than rude in her life and it did little to faze her now. It was more the commotion this man was causing - she could feel a migraine coming. She was going to need a cigarette after all this.  “Would you calm down? I’m not going to hurt your little dream journal -”

Another page turn. Another slew of private thoughts.

“- But you really should learn to take better care of your things.” Rory added, slight taunt to her voice. Her gaze flicked from the page and back up to him. Her voice stayed cool, but there was a small sinister twinkle in her eye. “What are you going to give me for it?”

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She wished she was one of those girls who carried compacts in their purses, so that she could flip it open in this moment to see if her resting bitch-face had actually faded over the years. Had she, at some point, developed a kinder look? One that inspired randos like Luka here to approach her at the bar?  

“Sad girl?” Rory repeated, a tad incredulous. “Do you see any tears?” Another acid remark died on her tongue. On the house - that was nice. Ugh. She should try and make an effort. Grudgingly, Rory tried to return the favor. Playing nice. Wasn’t that what this was about, after all? She raised her glass at him. “I thought this was an island of monsters, you can’t have been here that long if you’re this friendly.”  She finished her drink in one go and pushed it towards him for a refill. 

“I’m not sad, I’m working on my resting bitch face so I don’t have to talk to people. But clearly that’s not working if you’re here.” She peered up at him now, looking to see if she could discern what exactly had brought him over. The last thing she wanted to see was concern. To be honest, she might lose it if she saw concern. “Do I look like the sort of person who opens up to strangers in a bar?” She asked, not unkindly. 

“So, sad girl, the usual?” Luka turned to the girl, smiling softly at her, as he picked up the glass, filling it in and placing in front of her, before grabbing a drink for himself.  The werewolf leaned on the counter, he had seen her around a lot, they never got to talk but she’d always sit there, all night, alone, drinking, and despite not actually knowing her, Luka was starting to worry/feel bad for her. “So, I see you here every night, my name is Luka, anything you’d like to get off your chest, Love, oh and that one’s on the house, yeah?” @witchiing​

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Was she going to be his what? Rory probably made a face when he called her ‘super girl,’ and the look only grew deep-set at the ‘pretty ass’ comment. He was knocking on the wrong door if he thought there were any heroics to be found here, if he thought flattery would work. She had the notebook between her hands, already idly flipping through its pages when the supposed owner came barreling back into her line of vision.

And there was had no doubt this was the owner. Not only had she seen him leave the notebook behind and had chosen to say nothing about it, but the melodramatic words she’d been reading for the last few minutes oh so clearly matched the person in front of her. Jesus, this might be more trouble than it was worth. Maybe she should just hand it over. She’d picked it up as soon as she’d sat down, curious of its contents — and was currently paying the price in the form of bad poetry and a hyperactive owner. 

But he sounded desperate. Which made for interesting possibilities if he did want this back. When had she ever handed anything over freely?

Rory help up the journal so he could see she had it, “Do you mean this one?” but didn’t offer it over. “Seems like you really want it back...” She said, ignoring his urgency as she casually flipped over another page. “Someone’s gotta tell you that there are better words to rhyme with Nate...”

“Shit!” Axel muttered to himself as he realized he did not have his notebook with him, the notebook with all his lyrics, the ones that had just finished and the the half-finished too, “Oh fuck! fuck!” Axel turned around as fast as he could, making his way back to where he had been sitting before.  Only now there was a woman there now…  “Hi!, so… please tell me, you’re gonna be my super girl! did you see my notebook?, ‘cause I’m about to have a fucking freak out here! All my lyrics are in there! I don’t have copies anywhwere….”

“You… don’t happen to have your pretty ass sitting on it, do you?” @witchiing​

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HEY! IS THAT (STELLA MAEVE) OUT IN THE CRYSTAL WATER? NO, THAT’S JUST (AURELIA “RORY” BLANCHARD), A (30) YEAR OLD, (WITCH) WHO HAS BEEN ON THE ISLAND FOR (THREE MONTHS). WORD AROUND TOWN IS THAT THEY ALIGN WITH (ANDROMEDA), BUT WE’ll NEVER TRULY KNOW. DID THEY CHOOSE THE ISLAND? OR DID THE ISLAND CHOOSE THEM? ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

BASICS: 

name: Aurelia “Rory” Blanchard 

species: witch (cursed with a necrotic touch. wears charmed gloves to avoid the effects) 

birthplace: San Francisco, California 

hometown: Richmond, Virginia 

age: thirty 

scorpio, istp, slytherin 

personality:

+ cunning, resourceful, ambitious, empathetic 

- cold, sarcastic, self-destructive, selfish

tw: adultery, murder, terrible people 

tldr: 

What we have here is a witch who mayyy have gone on a bender in her youth, cheated on her spouse, and murdered her coven with a magical plague in an attempt to make a grab for power.

Since finding out that the entirety of her coven might not have died and that one of her cousins may still very well be alive, the witch has decided to do a little reflecting and run.

And that’s how Rory wound up here, on this island, with said cousin who doesn’t know about said murder plague.

Would you believe Rory if she said she’s sort-of-trying to be a better person?

BACKSTORY:

here’s some quick facts about Rory’s life:

Rory’s mother, Caitlyn Blanchard was light-heartedly labeled the black-sheep of the Blanchard Coven for leaving them to head west and study at Stanford. Rory would later inherit this label for reasons far worse. Yikes. 

Rory is born in San Francisco to Joseph Snow and Caitlyn Blanchard. Joseph and Caitlyn met at Stanford. Though Joseph is human, Rory grows up a curious witch thanks to her mother’s guidance. 

Rory is 13 when her mother passed and suddenly Rory lacks magical companionship she has always known. Desperate for this, she seeks out her mother’s family. Not too long after finding the Blanchards, she moves to Virginia to join their coven. 

Rory makes sure to visit her father every summer. 

The Blanchard Coven of Richmond, Virginia has always considered themselves “Keepers of the Balance,” but Rory is more interested in magic that existed on the fringes of the norm. She grows up with a great interest in experimenting and spell inventing. She puts up with ‘Keeping the Balance’ for the sake of her family.  

Romance doesn’t come easily to Rory. No one is quite sure how she winds up married after graduating her undergraduate program, but it happens. Rory’s husband, Aaron, is a good witch that is close with the Blanchard coven. Some would say their sudden marriage was born of the result of Rory’s family noticing her growing tendency to stray. Rory might admit that she did it to the shake her family’s growing concern. Whatever the reason, it becomes quickly apparent that her husband is too good for her. 

In what should be a surprise to no one, marriage doesn’t solve Rory’s unbridled ambition... and Rory is ambitious -- and not always in the right ways. She’s gotten good at spell inventing and has almost no interested in keeping the balance. She uses a masters degree as an excuse to move to New York, to step out from her family’s concerned gaze. It’s in New York that she strikes up an affair with a like-minded witch Cassius that has a similar love for spell inventing. 

And thus starts the period of Rory’s life that’s known as “THE BENDER.” Every young adult has one. Rory’s is just... incredibly terrible? Rory feels like she can explore the breadth of her magic, but like most benders, they turn into a SPIRAL. It continues for a few years.  Rory’s relationship with her family and her husband disintegrates. She leaves both.

Her moral compass tanks, so much that a few years down the line, it includes conjuring up a magical plague that contributes to the death of all the Blanchards. Rory’s trying to figure out a new spell, to rob other witches of their magic. It fails and the result is a terribly tragic event. 

So what brings about an end to this bender? Two things. 

The first is a betrayal. Cassius, the witch she’s been running around with, shows his true colors. He intends to conduct a bit of dark magic and fails to mention how Rory is going to be a part of it. It is her survival instinct that saves Rory by the skin of her teeth in the end. She feels the dark magic sweep through her, rattle her bones, maybe even realign a few, and somehow she knows that danger is heading towards her like a freight train. She escapes, after a fight of course, but she manages to get away with her life, a wounded heart, a cursed body and… Cassius’ grimoire.

The second is her cousin. A cousin that should have died when she cast that plague all those years ago. Daciana Blanchard didn’t die, for some unknown reason - for better or for worse - and the realization that perhaps the entirety of her coven hasn’t been entirely wiped away makes Rory consider changing things up. Being on the run contributes to this decision.  

Rory finds Daciana and decides, for the both of them it’s probably best if they disappear for a while. Being on the run contributes to this decision too.  

It’s in that act of attempting to disappear that they wind up here. 

Rory has been on the island for about three months now. She’s trying to be a better person, since she’s supposedly been given a second start. She’s putting her abilities as a witch to use by starting up a small private investigation firm... of which she is the sole employee. 

But something feels wrong. While Rory and Cassius hadn’t completed the spell (whatever it was supposed to do), something has nestled within her nonetheless. Her touch has turned necrotic. She flips through the stolen grimoire searching for answers and finds none.

For the most part though, life is now about looking out for number one and her cousin. 

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