[Raiden] Coreisa {Darkwatch}

    
General Information

Full Name:
Coreisa (A family name that has been lost to time. It is irrelevant and unnecessary)
Codename or Alias:
The Hind, Mother
Anonymity
Her existence is only known to her Daughter and a coven members
Gender:
Female
Race:
Homo-Magi
Age:
1000+ years or "Really fuckin old" as her daughter would say
Place Of Birth:
A village that is now in modern day Germany
Occupation/Status:
Head of the Coven
Alignment:
Villain
Factions:
Daughters of Madness
Canon Or Original?:
Original
Powers/Abilities:

Magical Spell Casting- as a Homo-Magi, Coreisa has always been gifted with the power of spellcasting by tapping into the universe’s ambient magical forces, her own innate magical wellspring and by evoking the power of other magical beings and realms. While initially she was not particularly powerful she has found ways to overcome her own limitations and surpass others of her peers. Through magic she has access to abilities like Telekinesis,Telepathy, Magical Constructs, Matter, Element and Energy Manipulation.
Weapons/Items:
Various tomes and stone slabs that she keeps in the Coven’s hideaway.

Appearance

Image:


Physical Appearance:
Coreisa has long golden hair that flows all the way down her back.
Clothing and Armor:
Coreisa wears a long sleek white and black patterned dress that trails behind her for about a foot. She has long opera length gloves that have long nails on her pinky and ring fingers and a white crown with antlers of pure ivory that covers her eyes. She wears in preparation to for her journey to the realm of the Outer Ones. She knows from her research that she would incur madness from gazing up on it trying to comprehend its shapes.


Personality

Sexual Orientation:
It matters not.
General Personality:
Coreisa is cold, calculating and apathetic. She has done almost everything she set out to do. Her final goal is to find the father of her child and ascend to him. Something she has worked towards for the better part of two centuries. 

Face/Voice:
Cate Blanchett

Voice:


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Character's History

Siblings:
All deceased. Their names are forgotten to time.
Mother:
Cyrilla (gave me a beautiful name and for that she should be remembered)
Father:
Deceased (another name forgotten to time)
Other Family:
Andromeda (Daughter)
Magdelena (Daughter)
History:

Coreisa was born to a pair of peasant farmers in the year 1000 AD as a child she showed considerable talent as a spellcaster regardless of both her parents being non magical. She used her magic in more subtle ways at first. Making sure her village’s crop yields were bountiful. People’s injuries healed faster, they recovered from sickness faster. Some even began to live longer. But as she poured her power into the land to make it flourish the Holy Crusades began. Her power previously seen as helpful marked her as a scourge. She watched as her own father accused her mother of witchcraft and had her burned at the stake. Coreisa fled not before putting a curse on the land that scorned her.

Now alone and destitute a teenaged Coreisa had to fend for herself. It wasn’t too difficult, after all she had magic. Her talents gave her a fighting chance in a world that so far had proven to be cruel and apathetic. She was constantly on the move taking only what she needed to survive.

On her travels, she came across a Hind of stark white fur. She dared not kill the beast. There was something about her that differentiated it from others of it’s kind. As the hind traversed the dense woods she followed it to a river where it leapt across and disappeared into thin air. It was a strange. Coreisa almost expected it to stop and drink. She appeared in a glade. Alone. And the Hind was nowhere to be seen. All that could be seen was a pale white tree void of any leaves. Coreisa looked around for any signs of life. And there were none. But she could feel something. Hear something. A hum of power almost like a song. And she knew the tune. She closed her eyes, and focused on her own power. When she reopened them she was standing among others all looking at her. At the center in front of the tree was a woman significantly older than the rest of them. A coven of witches beckoned her and she found her way to them. Coreisa had a new home.

As she grew, the Coven helped her refine her technique and taught her the intricacies of magic. There were laws and there was a give and take. The more she learned the more she wanted to know. The more power she wielded, the more power she wanted for. She had a hunger that refused to be sated. The Coven’s mother saw this and continued to warn her about her gluttonous and greedy ways. “The church is wrong about a great many things but they were right about one thing: cardinal sins for a reason,” She would say every time Coreisa’s hunger for power and knowledge would tear its head.

Now an adult Coreisa was able to teach new members of the coven to control their magic, being careful to avoid the techniques forbidden by Mother. She formed close bonds with many of the younger protégés desiring to inspire the future. Outwardly at least. In truth she felt she was stifled by the coven’s mother. She knew she could do more. Be more.

Coreisa wandered a bit too far from the Coven’s Hollow on one particular walk. She felt a hum of power much different than what she was used to being around. A man appeared before her introducing himself only as Enok. He offered her the knowledge she sought in exchange for a uniquely human intimate experience. No price was too great. Her hunger for knowledge came above all. The pact was made. She gave him what he asked. And he granted her knowledge. Centuries of rituals were etched into her mind secrets of the universe revealed themselves to her. Incantations lost to magic were now at the tip of her tongue. And as quickly as the exchange was made, the man was gone.

In the months after her return she felt her power grow but it was not a power that belonged to her. This magic was different. It behaved differently. It shaped the world around it differently. She was with child. An expected outcome from the exchange. When the Coven’s Mother found out she would try to cast her out but Coreisa refused to leave. Instead with the ancient knowledge she received she usurped the old Mother’s position, banishing her to the outermost plane of existence. She has not been seen since.

But now the Coven was without a leader. Coreisa proposed herself as an option to lead to the rest of its members and as tradition mandated, she underwent the Coven’s Trials. Three grueling tasks that would test the mettle of the most powerful of witches. She flew through them all. And was unanimously named the Coven’s Mother.

Her pregnancy was a strange one. The child within her gestated at half the rate of a normal human child leaving her to believe the man she met was no ordinary man. For nearly two years Coreisa’s child grew in her womb and the birth was also not ordinary. It was nearly a second trial. A ritual needed to be done. She had the grove cleared of all coven members and for three days she conducted a ritual of parthenogenesis to bring her daughter into this world. And at the final hour the infant took her first breath.

Her daughter’s birth confirmed her suspicions. Her father was one of the Eldritch Horrors. Her daughter, whom she named Magdelena. Her skin was pure white as the bark of the tree at the center of the coven’s Hollow as was her hair. She wrapped the baby and kept her close.

Over the course of the next thousand years the Coven worked in secret. The world continued to change and the Coven remained secret. Members joined, and passed on. The Coven took many forms with only two constants: Coreisa, who used her knowledge, her power, and her daughter’s power to prolong her life, and her daughter Magdelena.

However, a daughter should always have the opportunity to meet her father, right? In secret Coreisa has been researching which of the horrors she met. She has a theory and can make a good guess at which one but she needs to find a way to reach out to the one that resonates most with her daughter's power. If that’s how it works. 1000 years of memories tend to overlap and overwrite each other. She wouldn’t even recognize his face if she saw it again. He might not even take the same form. That’s something to figure out later.

The plan must move forward.


Role Play Sample:

“I am not to be disturbed for the next eight hours. If something requires my attention you have my authority to act on my behalf until I return.” The acolyte nodded and turned away and Coreisa got to work. She turned away from the entrance and a bramble wall sealed her into the hollow underneath the Coven’s tree.

She reached out her hand and a piece of parchment floated into it. On it were several diagrams that looked similar with overlapping shapes. She took a shallow breath and released it gently across the parchment where the ink was. Each diagram lit up and that light seemed to lift off the page. She let go of the initial parchment and it floated back to its proper place leaving the diagrams. Now with both hands free she began to direct the diagrams to align them properly. The measurements needed to be exact as did the placements of each meeting point.

To the naked eye it would appear as a set of normal glyphs but there were points the seemed to go on forever and disappear into nothing. Coreisa could not rely on the naked eye. It was more about feeling. Whenever a point aligned properly there was a reverberation almost like a sine wave was ringing through the hollow that only she could hear having been attuned to it for so long. Harmonies that only she and one other could hear.

Once it was completed she stepped closer and began to rise to meet the floating sigil. Shapes that didn’t make sense together met at seemingly impossible angles but this magic was not meant to exist on this plane. She tugged on her crown until it fully covered her eyes. Then she interlocked her fingers and began to whisper an incantation. The words that left her mouth were almost indescribable, almost like unintelligible noises to the untrained ear. In truth The witch had created shapes and learned to speak a tongue that should not exist on this plane of existence.



Her eyes rolled back underneath the helmet as her consciousness slipped from this plane. A vision began to simultaneously take shape and unravel in her mind. She tried to focus on them and keep them tangible. A task that took all of her will. Until finally she began to perceive. And as soon as the vision began to solidify…

She was jolted back into reality by a voice.

“Mother?”

The glyph faded as she returned to her body and she gently floated back down to the ground. “I told you I was not to be disturbed.”

“Its been eighteen hours, Mother. We were getting concerned. Also Magdelena has been waiting with news for you.”

Coreisa sighed. Her estimate was way off. She’d have to find a way to streamline the process. “Let her in.”