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• fangs, freckles, mole under right eye, heterochromia (green right, purple left)
• 152 centimeters height
• often seen: playing w/faelight (see moodboard for reference), gardening, brewing, eating, napping in nature, studying magic
• background possibilities: any nature landscape, cottage (see moodboard for reference), anywhere with faelight, in hot springs (no NSFW)
• ears are cabbage leaves
• body "hair" on back of neck from hairline, elbows, chest, armpits, and ankles================================Moodboards• Cabbage Design
• Cottage Design
• Forest & Fae Design================================

The Legend of Magic

Long ago, a goddess lent herself to the world. She began with weaving rivulets of nature, conjuring lush forests, gentle and raging rivers, and flowers that sprung every four quarters. Then, she breathed her essence into critters and beasts, constructing them from the earth. Finally, she imbued each human with a wellspring of magic within their hearts, bringing them to life. But, the humans wanted more.

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The Cabbage Faerie

cw // body horror, descriptions of death, implications of warA cabbage plant knows only of the garden it grows in. Not of emotion, not of life.

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The Human Witch

cw // implications of death, implications of warSo when a cabbage faerie collapses in the grass, a comet's tail of faelight at their back, Senna does what any sensible human would do: tremble in fear.

The Legend of MagicLong ago, a goddess lent herself to the world. She began with weaving rivulets of nature, conjuring lush forests, gentle and raging rivers, and flowers that sprung every four quarters. Then, she breathed her essence into critters and beasts, constructing them from the earth. Finally, she imbued each human with a wellspring of magic within their hearts, bringing them to life.But, the humans wanted more. Coveting the Goddess’s power for themselves, they conspired to take it before she could leave to spread her gift across the rest of the world. They banded together and felled her, and as she collapsed to the dirt, her heart grew into the Mana Tree, while her body became the Magic Forest.Now, magic resides only within her grave, which expands at an extraordinary and violent rate. Humans believe the unstoppable force of the forest is driven by the lingering will of the Goddess to spread magic across the land, one day to consume the planet.Thus, humans fear magic. Its unpredictable and autonomous nature haunts them, leading to superstitions and conflations of disasters, mysteries, and misfortune with its influence. They see it as a curse; a punishment for their ancestors' betrayal.People approach this in different ways. Most go about their lives, accepting future generations will eventually have to migrate further out to escape magic's influence. Others continue to fight against it, amassing brigades to burn and contain where they can.And few strive to understand magic, to learn it's language- those few being witches. Outcasts for their courage to learn, prudence in their presence, and whispers about their intentions. A witch lives a solitary and dangerous life, as research is scarce and often lost in tragic accidents.Today, the humans who mingle with the goddess’ magic gift boil down to two: a zealot general on the side of humanity, and a repenting witch on the side of coexistence.

The Cabbage Faeriecw // body horror, descriptions of death, implications of warA cabbage plant knows only of the garden it grows in.Of the soil its roots sink in, of the water given by the human hand that feeds it.It only of the warm sun, of the stormy nights that batter the earth, of the family that laughs in the yard.Of the son they proudly raise.It knows only of his gentle voice that sings, of his hopes and of his dreams.That is what a cabbage plant should know only of.Not of the crimson spilling on its leaves.Its stems.Its roots.Not of the taste of iron, rich in terror and fright.Not of the son’s cry, his weight, his final breath.Not of shrill screams. Not of fire.Not of emotion, not of life.The cabbage plant moans in grief and fear, growing limbs, a body, a face.Lurching forward, a tail springs from their spine, flicking violently against the crops.The plant shudders, feeling foliage sprout across their skin, looking upon it with their new eyes, and they tremble beside the corpse of a familiar face.With a shriek, the spawn is carried to their feet, to the wooden fence, past the garden it knew only of, and
away from the heat, the chants, and the song of punishment for demons.They sprint for the forest, it calls for them, and it is but a simple light flitting from the leaves that shows a cabbage plant it knows of one more thing:F a e .

The Human Witchcw // implications of death, implications of warSenna is the strange witch who lives in the magic woods. The one who comes to the hamlet and sometimes the big settlement to deliver exceptional remedies and goods. The good witch-doctor, some call him- the self-righteous seductor, others do."He'll make you sympathize with the trees, that one."For these reasons, despite the profit he provides, humans prefer to leave him to his own devices. A fair ways in the magic woods lies his little cottage, where he fosters a garden for his crops, a greenhouse for his herbs, and a library for his books.Being alone was never an issue for him, as he had been since he was young. It's simply what comes with being interested in magic; though it did make mealtimes feel a bit lonesome. He comes from a family of seven, so a full table is something he's comfortable with, even if he was never that close with his siblings or parents. However, over the last ten years of being in the woods, company has become unfamiliar.Moonlight brightens his bedroom, and he looks outside.Consider Senna surprised when a stranger stumbles into his glade, a trail of fireflies in their wake.He leaves his bed.And consider Senna stunned when he realizes this was no human, but faerie, and those were no fireflies, but faelight.Most humans never see fae in the course of their life. Those who do catch glimpses of faelight in the reflection of water, in the shadow of the morn, through the window of their home. This is because fae do not typically wander past the tree line, he learned. Senna himself has only seen faelight a few times with the naked eye- faeries even less so- despite having lived in the woods with them for a decade.So when a cabbage faerie collapses in the grass, a comet's tail of faelight at their back, Senna does what any sensible human would do: tremble in fear. Even if he loves magic- no, because he loves magic- he knows that it's capable of horrible things, one of those things being the birth of a faerie. It takes an incredible amount of pain to manifest and any faerie who lives with that suffering is not privy to peace.But, while Senna is human, he is also a witch. And like any sensible witch, he swallows his fear and goes to the fallen fae with urgency. At his step, the faelight disperse, leaving the faerie to his bidding. Why it led them to his glade, he knows not, but if the forest- if magic requires his aid, then he must oblige. It is the least he can do to make up for what he's done."Where are you hurt?" He asks gently, helping them off the ground.The cabbage faerie lifts their head.Dark hair. Freckles. A bright green eye.A sickness weighs in his chest.He is hit with recognition."I'm a demon," They grimace, tears staining their cheeks. "Please don't kill me, human. I only wish to live.""You are safe here," Senna says, "I am a friend of magic... What is your name?""I am... I am Cabbage.""Please, enter my abode. It isn't much but I'd like to get a look at your injuries. I've not treated a faerie before, but I'm sure there's something I can do. Magic can be miraculous, if used so. And, there is leftover soup, too, if you wish.""...Soup?"As the witch nurses the faerie's wounds, this act of kindness is also the first step to healing the faerie's scars. Warmth spread from the hearth to their hearts, from the soup to their stomachs, and in this fragile moment of respite, a dark thought crosses Senna's mind.'They've named themselves Cabbage. They must come from a patch. Their birthplace must not be far- I should take a visit to that hamlet. It's been more than a few seasons. For a faerie to be born there... something must be terribly wrong.'But, with every leaf of regret, there lies the potential for a bloom of hope. He cannot ignore how the faelight carried them here. Perhaps it is the forest's way of guiding his next move. Perhaps Cabbage is the key to his forgiveness."...Ow! ...This 'soop' is hot...""Ha, ha, let it cool."

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