BasicsFull Name: Iona
Name Meaning: From the King’s island
Race: Will O’ Wisp
Body Race: Human
Age: Timeless due to spiritual impact on the body. Appears 25
Hair: Silky, long and silver like moonlight
Eyes: Soft , mysterious and alluring steel blue
Skin: Fair and flawless
Height: 5’7
Body Type: Hourglass, Lithe
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Abilities: Incapable of lying, Spirit cleansing/freeing, Fortune telling dreams, Spirit energy
Class: Spirit of a Witch
Spirit Form: Small ball of blue light
Attire: Black dress with a dark, hooded cloak and black slippers
PersonalityWIP
Home: Moonlake, Blackmore
Home Location: Plains of Bohar, along the edge of Ascense Mountains
Description: Blackmore is a small town that lives quietly and peacefully. Its townsfolk like to keep to themselves, but they never turn away visitors.
Moonlake is a small lake that lies between Blackmore and the mountains. Despite the edge being lined with scattered trees and shrubs, the town can be seen very clearly from either side of the lake. However, the lake is highly avoided by the very superstitious townsfolk. They say every night a blue flame dances over the water until dawn arrives. Any who venture too close at this time claim that the light speaks to them in whispers, beckoning them to come closer. They believe that the light is the spirit of a maiden who once drowned in the lake long ago, and tries to lure foolish people into the water so that they, too, will drown. But none have ever come close enough to know for sure.
There once was a maiden so young and fair
With silvery tresses of moonlit hair
Her flesh was as pale as the purest snow
Her eyes blue as the clear rivers that flow
A kind heart of gold did she have within
With a loving face and a gentle grin
Black was the color that she always bore
For the darkness did she never abhor
Her magic was dark but pure as a child
So tender and sweet, yet so bold and wild
Her magic sang the moon a lullaby
‘Twas the lunar Witch who could never lie
There once was a Spirit so foul and jeer
A trickster who fooled the Witch to come near
Its request for help seemed so pure and right
But its intentions were worthy of fright
Without reluctance she reached out to aid
Her honest trust the Spirit had betrayed
It stole her spirit and sealed it away
Then it laughed and laughed, and began to say,
“Such a naive and foolish little Witch,
Your witlessness gave me a soul to snitch.
I offer you this to thank you kindly:
You should never trust a stranger blindly.”
There once was a soul that would weep and cry
It’s loneliness would grow as time went by
The people that walked past would run in fear
Every time the Spirit called them near
No one would help, for no one would listen
Instead they spoke of a Ghost that’s arisen
Scorned and hated the Spirit then became
But there was no one but itself to blame
As time went on, ‘twas no one left to ask
And the poor Spirit gave up on its task
The years chipped at its soul day after day
Until its memories faded awayCanon story and timelineMain Story -
Spirit of Moonlake [P] 1Main Story -
Beneath the Boughs [P, R] 2Main Story -
Fear the Captured [P, R] 3Main Story -
A Journey Home [P, R] 4Main Story -
A Lamb Amongst Wolves [P, R] 5Main Story -
Midnight Dance [P, R] 6Main Story -
When the Sun Meets the Moon [P, R] 7