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"Hello there, traveler." An ominous voice greets you.
"I see you are a fan of Disney's The Owl House, or perhaps just a curious soul who happened to find themselves here. No matter. Are you interested in entering into a world beyond your wildest imagination?"
Yes < No

"Very good. Now, anyway, so long as we're breaking the fourth wall, please, head right on over to the roleplay sign-up before you head back here. Seriously, if you haven't done that, get a move on, here's the link!"

"...Wait, what did you say? There is no link? Oh, that's right! If you're here, you were already accepted. Ahem. Welcome... to The Demon Realm."

(The roleplay is currently open. We still need more characters, but the roleplay has started. New characters are welcome, provided they find a way to jump into the roleplay. Additionally, characters are NPCed as needed.)

Characters On The Boiling Isles

Covens:

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Emperor's Coven:
Emperor: Currently none. Coven members currently fighting out for the throne.
Leader: Undetermined.
Emperor's Assistant: Undetermined.
Coven Heads: Undetermined.
The Warden Wrath: Undetermined.
The Guard Captains: Neverin, He/Him, Biped bat demon, 20 years old. Owner: Eli_Vanto.
The Coven Scouts: Nymphia Dawmoon, She/Her, Witch, 24 years old. Owner: GalacticBat.
Coven Guards: Arran Davila, He/Him, Witch, 24 years old. Owner: Serendibite.
Unsorted:
- Starling, They/Them, She/Her, Banshee, 216 years old. Owner: Serendibite.
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Abomination Coven:
- Erin, He/Them, Demon, 17 years old. Owner: Eli_Vanto.
- Myran, They/Them, She/Her, He/Him, Fairy, 56 years old (mid-teens for a fairy). Owner: Serendibite.
- Waylon, He/Him, Witch, 17 years old. Owner: AlwaysDorky.
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Bard Coven:
- Kaya Akane, They/Them / She/Her, Witch, 16 years old. Owner: Eggie0-0.
- Aster, They/She, Witch, 14 years old. Owner: Animalistyebestmuppet.
- Brooksook, She/Her, Witch, 12 years old. Owner: Serendibite.
- Sandra, She/They, Witch, 15 years old. Owner: Swiftphoenix.
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Beast Keeping Coven:
- Athelwulf, She/Her, Humanoid wolf thing, 16 years old. Owner: GalacticBat
- Merill, He/Him, Witch, 14 years old. OWner: AlwaysDorky
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Construction Coven:
- Rani, She/Her, Witch, 13 years old. Owner: Eli_Vanto.
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Healing Coven:
- Arathorn, She/Her, Witch, 17 years old. Owner: Eli_Vanto
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Illusion Coven:
- Clarke Connor, He/Him, Witch, 16 years old. Owner: AlwaysDorky.
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Oracle Coven:
- Toshiko, She/Her, Witch, 16 years old. Owner: Serendibite.
- Agnes, She/Her, Witch, 15 years old. Owner: AlwaysDorky.
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Plant Coven:
- Blair, She/Her, Witch, 13 years old. Owner: AlwaysDorky
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Potions Coven:
- May Lakes (Maylee), She/They, Witch, 15 years old. Owner: AlwaysDorky.
- Poe, He/Him, Witch, 14 years old. Owner: Serendibite.
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All/None:
- Deena Rawsford, They/Them, Witch, 28 years old, All or None? None. Owner: AlwaysDorky
- Kyli, He/Him They/Them, Witch, 13 years old, All or None? None. Owner: Tem-
- Olivia, She/Her, Human, 13 years old, All or None? None. Owner: Axolotter.
-Zuzu, She/Her, Witch, 14, All or None? None. Owner: Tem-.
Ikonori, She/Her, Witch, 13 years old, All or None? None.Other:
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In the midst of the chaos of the Boiling Isles, the Emperor's Coven struggles to maintain order. Every single day, the Demon Realm is a place of havoc... more than ever before.

At Hexside's School of Magic and Demonics, however, a rather bored mischievious young witch groans. Once again, he's been caught and sentenced to the Detention Coven. How to make my daring escape this time? Clarke wonders. He always did something so showy. It was a wonder how he hadn't gotten expelled yet.

In another classroom, a clumsy pink-haired witch accidentally spills a potion again and winces. She's made a mess of things, as usual. "S-Sorry, sorry," she stutters to her teacher, flustered as she retries the experiment. How was she ever going to be a good witch?!

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Across the hall, a blue-haired girl dropped a crystal ball. "Whoops?" It shattered to pieces on the floor. She snickered. "Sorry, Teach!" She fake-pouted. "I'm just so cluuumsyy!"

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The other students snickered, but then stopped when they saw the teacher's expression. They proceeded to whisper upon themselves.

The (NPCed) teacher scowled and crossed her arms. She closed her eyes and sighed. "This is the third time this week!" she snapped. "I swear, Toshiko, if you mess up one more time, I'm throwing you in the Detention Coven!" (Honestly, I might make her an actual character, teachers are fun, to be honest-)

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"The Detention Coven?" Toshiko gasped, holding a hand to her chest. "Oh no, how will I survive?" She gave a dramatic groan, falling back on her desk. "Mercy, teach!"

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The-nameless-NPC-teacher-who-I'm-considering-making-an-actual-character conjured a spell with her finger, creating a ghostly oracle creature to drag Toshiko off to the Detention Coven. She additionally changed Toshiko's uniform to that of the Detention Coven, as Toshiko was slowly dragged away.

She turned to the class. "Does anyone else have any smart remarks they want to make?"

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Toshiko waved to them all. "REMEMBERRR MEEEE!" she wailed.

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As the chaos ensued, I became more and more agitated with the interruption. "Great, just what I needed."

Brooksook glared at them. "Shut up, nitwit," she snapped. "The noise is annoying enough without that... grating sound you call a voice." She began to sketch something down on the paper in front of her. "Don't worry, this happens often enough. It's Hexside. Expect it."

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"Can it, dunce. I need this A and you're all messing it up." With a groan, I returned to my study book.

"Says the one who won't shut up," she muttered to herself. She shot them one last glare, then returned to her own doodles.

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I finished my notes and once I was sure I had everything i'd need, I laid my head down to get the first rest i'd had in a week.

(lets see if I can do this)

Flying through the Boiling isles on her patrolling shift, Nymphia was on the lookout for any coven system breaking wild witches. It wasn't that rare anymore but being a member of the emperor's coven, she never had too much struggle dealing with anyone against the emperor. As she flew by Hexside she remembered all the times she cheated to get straight As or when she lied to get out of detention and such. Nymphia treasured her childhood memories, for they were good ones.

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Deena Rawsford hyperventilated. What were they doing? It was daytime. They couldn't be here right now. They ducked behind a nearby tree. Drat, stupid Coven Scouts were about. They made a face. Dean was hoping to rob something at the school. But this was most likely a dangerous area... they were making dreadfully deep marks in the ground. Carefully, they cast spells to cover it up, and slowly began to sneak out of the area... but they didn't notice a thorn bush, tripped over it, and said maybe a bit too loudly... "OW!"

They smothered their mouth. The Scouts didn't notice, did they?! No need to leave in a hurry if they didn't!

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Suddenly hearing a noise, Nymphia made a steep dive towards Hexside, the school coming into better view the longer she made her steep dive. Stopping her dive to swoop around the area, she looked around. "Who stands there?" She asked, adjusting her Emperor's coven mask.

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Deena stifled a sigh, and began to slowly crawl away, as quietly as they possibly could. Okay, so they heard. They considered their options. They could try to blast the Scout or Scouts' helmets off. Or... they could just quietly sneak away from here, and hope they thought it was their imagination. Maybe if they were quiet enough... no, no, no, what to do? They were never this careless before! And anyone would recognize them from their wanted posters! Oh, FOR TITAN'S SAKE!

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Nymphia looked around, trying to spot the "mysterious person who screamed ow". after a while, she decided to yell again. "I KNOW YOU EXIST DOWN THERE SO COME OUT." She yelled, hoping she wasn't too loud to interrupt Hexside studies.

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The voice rang in my ears as I finally snapped. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!? I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN A WEEK BECAUSE OF THIS TEST AND WHEN I FINALLY CAN THERE'S SUDDENLY A BUNCH OF CRAZINESS AND NOISE!!!"

Neverin twisted a pencil between his fingers, his golden eyes lazily tracking the eraser end of the utensil as it spun round and round. The coven was an absolute mess at the moment since the death of Emperor Belos, a power vacuum was created and almost everyone was scrambling for the chance to hold power. Neverin had to admit that some small part of him also held interest in taking over the position of Emperor but... His nose wrinkled and he set the pencil down on the desk. It seemed like hard work. His duties as a guard captain weren't necessarily difficult, but they certainly weren't entertaining. The demon pushed his chair back, standing up. His shoulders and back felt stiff from his long period of inactivity, a satisfying pop ringing out as he straightened up. Apparently there were some problems arising in the wooded areas just outside Bonesborough, and the Beast Keeping coven was requesting help from the Emperor's coven as the chaos was likely the work of some wild creatures. Neverin had been hoping for a more quiet day, but alas he had been assigned to oversee the subduing of the beasts. With a soft exhale from the nose serving as a sigh, the captain departed from the castle, beginning the trek to the assigned location.

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Rani shrunk under the stern gaze of her teacher, biting down on her bottom lip. Despite finding herself in a similar situation at least every other week, it didn't make it any easier.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. I swear!"
"I'd like to believe that, Rani, but this is the third time this month. If these really are just accidents I would suggest looking into a different track. Construction just may not be right for you." The teacher said, folding their arms and Rani very pointedly ignored the large hole in the brick walls. Her teacher didn't know what they were talking about. She was perfect for the Construction coven, she just got distracted was all. How could her teacher have possibly expected her to know that construction glyphs could be dangerous when attached to unknowing students. Maybe the older witch should have known better than to lean against that wall. Rani soon found herself ushered out of the classroom and given a long lecture after the whole thing had gone down. Her fingers dug into her palms as the teacher re-entered the room, leaving the teenage witch by herself. Her hands moved up to press against her eyes as she slid down to the ground, back against the wall.

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Erin stood in the small wood outside Hexside. He had a free period scheduled in between two of his more difficult Abominations classes, figuring he could use the free time to work on any assignments and prep for the next class. With their left eye shut, Erin drew a magenta circle in the air as the abomination goo rose from the pot once more. It wiggled and wobbled as a humanoid shape slowly began to form, a purple sludge now showing small signs of life. The three-eyed demon, struggled to keep the abomination forming, and they scowled as an arm slid off the creature quickly splattering apart. Erin let the goo fall back into the pot, glaring down at the leftover from the arm. He just didn't get it, where was he going wrong? He picked up his notes, flipping through the pages as he stared down at his neat handwriting. Perhaps he was making the torso too small, and it wasn't able to support the arms. It could also be a problem with the gooey mixture of ingredients. He flipped through another page, reading down the small list. No, no he had it all there. It had to be an error in his spell circle then. Erin drew another spell circle in the air, watching through narrowed eyes as the abomination began to rise. A small smile crossed their face, seeing the abomination standing tall, about a foot taller than them. It would need a few adjustments, but at least it could score him a passing grade.

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Arathorn sat inside her class, hovering over a square piece of paper. Today they were learning how to make improved healing glyphs. The idea seemed simple in theory. Using the spell circle as a guide you would embed magic into the prepped paper and bam! Healing glyph! Of course that glyph wouldn't work too effectively. Typically a spell circle for healing magic focused on smaller surface wounds, as that's what it did best. The glyphs were meant to spread the not only the range, but also effectiveness of the healing. Mending a broken bone with a spell circle would potentially months, and was far too exhausting for a single witch, thus the solution was the tiny pieces of magic paper. The human's didn't have to use magic paper to heal people though, Arathorn couldn't help but think. Her picture books often showed how a missing arm was replaced with the simple wave of a hand. That was how effective Arathorn wanted to be. The young witch pulled back from the desk, adjusting her glasses as she slowly grew distracted, looking out the window.

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Toshiko sat in the detention tract, her elbow on her desk, head resting on her chin. I'm so bored, she internally groaned. Why did the detention tract exist? Why was she so determined to be sent there every day?

No amount of misery for the teachers is worth this, she thought miserably. Not even the boring guy who was in charge of "Potions until you die". She paused.

Well, that one would be kind of worth it.

But still.

This rattrap was so boring. No one spoke. No one moved. No one did anything but stare blankly forward, resembling sombies. Toshiko shuddered a bit . Zombie movies always did freak her out...

In any case, at this point, she was considering setting something/someone on fire. Or flicking erasers at the teacher. Or maybe just drinking poison and hoping everything would be over. Y'know. Any would be better than this endless torment.

She stifled an internal groan and prepared for several decades to take place within a few hours.

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Brooksook's head was lifted up. Her eyes were focused. Her hands were taking notes. The picture of a perfect student.

But inside, she was on a hunt with her best friend.

The two were scrambling through the forest, looking for a squirrel or a mouse, the first hunting patrol of the day in BrookClan. Snailpaw tripped over a branch. Brookpaw purred. Slow slug!.

Someone was laughing. Was there someone hiding in the bushes? She didn't want that to hap-

Wait. Cats couldn't laugh. And that sound was very real.

The fantasy dissipated into thin air.

Brooksook looked up.

Ah, crap. Reality. The worst place in existence.

Who had interrupted her? She eyed around the room, looking for the culprit. Another laugh rang out and she relaxed.

Oh, right. Just some moron outside.

Great.

She stifled a sigh. It was always so hard to go back after reality became clear. Would she be stuck in this stupid school for the rest of the day?

Yes.

She gave up and instead started to scribble out a drawing of Snailpaw. And his sister, Daffodilpaw. Daffodilpaw's frightened eyes met hers.

Hi, she mouthed, wiggling her finger in a wave. Snailpaw looked so happy...

Well, it was about time to kill Daffy off!

[Explanation: A friend of mine who I may or may not have based some aspects of this character on read through the characterization on Brooksook and he suggested that she'd base herself on a warriors character, since he's really into the fandom, and I just had to, I'm sorry. Brooksook is now going to be a warrior cats addict who fantasizes about it 24/7 and murders her ocs too much. -flashbacks-]

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Deena did an Illusion spell circle, and made it look like they weren't there. They got onto their snake staff, and slithered away as fast as they could. If they could just keep the spell going long enough!!

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