Post by COCO "CANDI" MCALLISTER! on Mar 3, 2011 22:39:15 GMT -5
Main Username: meandthedark
Name: Coco "Candi" McAllister
Nickname: Candi, Sugar, BOBCAT
Age: 321 years old, appears to be 18
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5'2" and around 126 pounds with a slender waist
Type: Witch
Picture: Will be worked on later
Appearance: Coco is a very… sweet girl. She stands at approximately 5 feet and 2 inches and is always wearing a gothic style black and pink dress. Her skin is a slightly pale white color, and her hair is blond. Her nails are always painted black with cherries, stem and all, painted into the center of each nail. She wears high heels at all times, except when bathing or anything of that nature. Her hat that she wears consists of what would be a traditional witch hat in black with pink trim, and a cherry on top. In the warmer months, this hat also has a veil made to look like whipped cream in back. When she smiles,
which is often, it’s a beautiful sight because it seems to lighten a room. She’s a very seductive witch with highly desirable curves in an hourglass shape. In fact, her breasts are key to both her male magnetism and in part her fighting style. All in all, Candi’s dandy.
She has a partial bunny transformation where she gains a fluffy tail and two bunny ears, one of which droops. She also gains a strange urge for… carrot cake?
Personality: Coco has a mixed up personality, for the most part she is a sweet girl, but her natural witch nature can take over at any time and turn her into a very nasty person that you would NOT want to meet in a dark alley. As a witch, she passes her time with experimentation for her magic, which often includes baking – horrible, insidious baking. Without being able to bake, Coco can be a little on edge which tends to increase the likelihood of her witch nature taking control.
Chaos rules her life at home in a small cottage in the woods, people are always crashing into her house and trying to kill her as one of the few witches relatively close to Shibusen. She enjoys it, however, and welcomes all challengers with a spirit near unparalleled in the witch world. She does not enjoy the company of other witches, but she is tolerant of them as a whole. Most of her friends are actually human, and male. She finds the male gender to be fascinatingly simple and will manipulate whatever weak minds she comes across with her sex appeal.
Fighting Style: Coco’s fighting style consists of using her cake- and baking-based spells as well as her natural beauty to draw the enemy in where she uses her most powerful spell “Sweet Kiss” to candy-fy them and eat them whole. Whenever she uses Sweet Kiss she has to utter an incantation, “Bake-a cake-a pie, Won’t you be my, Sweetheart?” The length of the incantation makes Sweet Kiss a little risky to use, as well as it being less effective on the female gender seeing as how she actually has to kiss the person in question, which she doesn’t mind, girl or no girl.
In order to draw the enemy in, she has a variety of other spells as well as some baked goodies to fit every occasion. She has the capability to make explosive or poisonous cupcakes, which she can summon from her house to the field with a spell.
She’s physically weaker than other witches in every category except endurance, being able to take hits in stride after being through so many fights with Shibusen. However, her kicks are killer, being a rabbit witch. Her leg muscles are actually three to four times more powerful than an average martial artists’. Unfortunately, she never took any. She’s able to run pretty quickly as well, even in heels.
Power Source: BUNNY!!!!!
Spells:
History: Coco has a long past. In her younger years you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was a witch, and neither could she. Her parents split up when she was young, so she has no recollection of her father, but her mother that raised her was the sweetest woman in her life and always told her that she would grow up to be something special. Coco always thought this meant that she’d be a doctor, or an scientist, or God forbid, the first woman president. Her mother intended to never tell Coco of her witch blood so as to prevent her from discarding a life of normalcy for the chaos of being hunted. Little did she know that Coco would be thrilled at the idea of magic.
Coco’s life changed forever one Summer night, when she first performed magic. Her boyfriend, a strong, athletic jock named Jeremy, was taking her out on their first date since he left for vacation to go see his friends in the neighboring states. This date, however, he had determined would be special for both of them. His plan became obvious to Coco when he pinned her down in his room that night, she struggled and struggled but could not break free of his strong arms. He kissed her deeply, and that was the worst mistake he could ever make. For that was the moment Coco’s magic matured and coursed through her lips into his, turning him into chocolate. Coco wasn’t sure what to think and was afraid, what had she done?
She ran home from her now ex-boyfriend’s house. She went to her own home, a small apartment on the outskirts of their town. Upon arrival, she breathlessly walked in to be bombarded by questions from her mother Charity McAllister. After explaining the whole story, Coco began to cry and fell into her mothers’ arms. Later that night was the first time that she would be told of her tragic inheritance.
“You’re a witch, I’m a witch, your father was a warlock of the highest caliber.”
Coco was absolutely astonished, but she learned to forgive herself with time and focused on a new goal, perfecting her newfound artistry. She would learn to use magic the same way that an artist would use a paintbrush, or that a musician would play his instrument. She also devoted a portion of her time to figuring out more of her family history. Apparently her mother had descended from a long line of witches with no animal affiliations, which is how she came to have sweet magic. But, on her father’s side lurked the darker magic, the destructive and chaotic magic of the main witch branch. To this day, Coco lives in fear of being unable to complete her ritual and turning forever into another witch like the Gorgons.
Over time, Coco grew and perfected her magic. She found practical uses for it and employed herself in a local bakery making sweet cakes and assorted goodies. It was only when she was caught by her employers one day that she was discovered to be a witch. The bakery manager alerted Shibusen immediately of the “imminent threat of a witch” and before Coco has time to blink, the hunt was on. She then moved from her mothers’ apartment to the cottage, in the hopes that it would throw Shibusen off of her mothers’ trail. Apparently, it had worked… for now.
Life was going to be a lot more difficult now that she had to fend for herself at the tender age of little more than 18. On top of that, she hadn’t quite perfected Soul Protect yet. Oi, she really needed to get around to that. Anyway… life begins again in the small cottage in the woods, where a trail of bread crumbs leads not to the answer, but to more questions, the life of Coco McAllister.
RP Sample: Coco was busy baking away in her oven, the delightful scent of fresh chocolate chip muffins wafting through the air like a cool breeze in the spring. Of course she would attract attention, humming as loudly as she was with as powerful an aroma as if she had bathed in sugar and sweet-smelling lotions. She placed her hands on her chest gently, turning away from her aversion reading a housekeeping magazine, “Oh my, I hope they don’t burn!” She rushed to tend to the oven, unaware of the children making their way to her house, trailing bread crumbs behind. Sounds familiar, no?
Hansel and Gretel walked all the way to the center of the forest, daring bears and tigers and whatever wild animals they might wander upon. Then suddenly, they came upon a small cottage made entirely out of candy? They decided they’d take a closer look.
“Whoo, I got lucky this time.” Coco smiled softly while taking her muffins from the oven. “I love the smell of chocolate chips.” That’s about the time she heard a creak from behind her, echoing loudly inside of her homes’ empty walls. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her leg muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment and take down the students. Hansel and Gretel walked in, and Coco was surprised that they were not who she had expected. The thrill had almost gone out of the moment as she looked to the two, and she gave a soft smile. “Hey there.”
“Hi, … who are you? And what’s up with the candy house?” Gretel was always the rude one. Hansel had to make up for this frequently by apologizing for her, but in this instance he felt as though he didn’t have to.
“We heard stories about a witch that lived in the woods. Are you her?” Hansel asked delicately, hoping not to set off any sort of reaction. He had ALSO heard about witches and their startled reactions.
“Well, I am a witch. But I’ve never hurt a soul, witch’s honor.” Coco spoke as softly as she smiled and leaned down slightly, giving the little boy a better, and seemingly unintentional, view of her bosom. The boy blushed and she continued, “You know I love a man in a suit, and your sister is simply adorable.” It was just after church on Sunday, and both children were still in their holy wear. Coco leaned up, “Would you like a muffin or two, dearies?” Her voice had become sing-song in execution, but the feeling that something was going to happen had not left her since the creak of the door.
“N-no thanks. What we want… is your soul!” Of course, Shibusen students were getting younger and younger, or maybe it was just her imagination. Coco wasn’t even the slightest bit shocked when the boy turned into a sword that the girl was now wielding, and what was worse, pointing in her direction. Coco loved children…
“My soul? But,… dearies, I can’t give you that. I wish you would have just taken the muffin.” That’s when she reached behind her grabbing a muffin covertly and tossed it at the children, the muffin exploding and giving her ample time in the smokescreen to develop a plan. Oh, that’ll do just perfectly. “Licorice Lash!” Again with the sing-song vocals, as though this were not a fight, but a rather childish Disney musical. However, the fingernails that extended in black licorice were anything but a childhood fantasy, for in mere moments they cut through the fog and rendered before Coco the two children, tied like a pretty present.
“You’ll never get away with this, Coco.” The last words of a clearly frightened meister.
“What’s to get away with?” Then she leaned down, lifting the girls’ chin. “Bake-a… cake-a… pie. Won’t you be my sweetheart?” Then, Coco kissed the girl deeply, Gretel now gaining a shocked expression as her very body changed into a small peppermint. Yes, Coco loved children… especially the way they tasted. Her insanity was already leaking, it having been almost a year since she had performed the ritual. “Ha… Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!” Coco took her newly acquired prize and popped it into her mouth triumphantly, savoring its rich minty taste. “Now, it’s your turn.” The weapon had now reverted back to human form to beg for mercy, which at first fell on deaf ears. Then Coco began to realize what she had done.
She fell on her knees and hugged the boy tightly, his face pressing into her breasts. “I-I’m s-s-sorry… I didn’t want t-to k-kill her.” Perhaps she was a bit insane, and perhaps she was a bit bipolar but, in any case the boy didn’t know what to do. He had come here to kill her, but she seemed more broken up by the death of his new partner than even he. Was she really that bad? “G-go… get out of here, now!” Hansel quickly fled, never to see Gretel again. It was a tragic ending, leaving Coco, sobbing pathetically, in the center of the kitchen in her small cottage. There’d be more, tomorrow, next week, next month… there’d be more. So is the life of a witch.
The Magic of Me...
Name: Coco "Candi" McAllister
Nickname: Candi, Sugar, BOBCAT
Age: 321 years old, appears to be 18
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5'2" and around 126 pounds with a slender waist
Type: Witch
Who Is a Witch...
Picture: Will be worked on later
Appearance: Coco is a very… sweet girl. She stands at approximately 5 feet and 2 inches and is always wearing a gothic style black and pink dress. Her skin is a slightly pale white color, and her hair is blond. Her nails are always painted black with cherries, stem and all, painted into the center of each nail. She wears high heels at all times, except when bathing or anything of that nature. Her hat that she wears consists of what would be a traditional witch hat in black with pink trim, and a cherry on top. In the warmer months, this hat also has a veil made to look like whipped cream in back. When she smiles,
which is often, it’s a beautiful sight because it seems to lighten a room. She’s a very seductive witch with highly desirable curves in an hourglass shape. In fact, her breasts are key to both her male magnetism and in part her fighting style. All in all, Candi’s dandy.
She has a partial bunny transformation where she gains a fluffy tail and two bunny ears, one of which droops. She also gains a strange urge for… carrot cake?
Personality: Coco has a mixed up personality, for the most part she is a sweet girl, but her natural witch nature can take over at any time and turn her into a very nasty person that you would NOT want to meet in a dark alley. As a witch, she passes her time with experimentation for her magic, which often includes baking – horrible, insidious baking. Without being able to bake, Coco can be a little on edge which tends to increase the likelihood of her witch nature taking control.
Chaos rules her life at home in a small cottage in the woods, people are always crashing into her house and trying to kill her as one of the few witches relatively close to Shibusen. She enjoys it, however, and welcomes all challengers with a spirit near unparalleled in the witch world. She does not enjoy the company of other witches, but she is tolerant of them as a whole. Most of her friends are actually human, and male. She finds the male gender to be fascinatingly simple and will manipulate whatever weak minds she comes across with her sex appeal.
Fighting Style: Coco’s fighting style consists of using her cake- and baking-based spells as well as her natural beauty to draw the enemy in where she uses her most powerful spell “Sweet Kiss” to candy-fy them and eat them whole. Whenever she uses Sweet Kiss she has to utter an incantation, “Bake-a cake-a pie, Won’t you be my, Sweetheart?” The length of the incantation makes Sweet Kiss a little risky to use, as well as it being less effective on the female gender seeing as how she actually has to kiss the person in question, which she doesn’t mind, girl or no girl.
In order to draw the enemy in, she has a variety of other spells as well as some baked goodies to fit every occasion. She has the capability to make explosive or poisonous cupcakes, which she can summon from her house to the field with a spell.
She’s physically weaker than other witches in every category except endurance, being able to take hits in stride after being through so many fights with Shibusen. However, her kicks are killer, being a rabbit witch. Her leg muscles are actually three to four times more powerful than an average martial artists’. Unfortunately, she never took any. She’s able to run pretty quickly as well, even in heels.
Show You My Spells...
Power Source: BUNNY!!!!!
Spells:
- Sweet Kiss – A powerful move whereupon saying the incantation and kissing the target of the spell, the victim turns into a small candy. The type of candy is based on the personality of the target. For instance, grumpy people may turn into something similar to a Warhead, or sweet and happy people may turn into chocolate. It requires an extended version of the incantation, “Bake-a cake-a pie, Won’t you be my, Sweetheart?”
The effects of Sweet Kiss can be reversed by another witch or magic user, such as Blair or Kim or even Medusa. Any strong magical energy pushed directly into the candy form will reverse the effects. Simple magicians would not be able to accomplish this, however. For instance, Angela would probably not be able to do it. - Licorice Lash – This spell transforms her fingernails into black licorice which she can use as whips or a makeshift lasso. This spell does not require the incantation, but the range is extended with the incantation “Bake-a cake-a pie”. Without, the “whips” can go up to 10 feet, with the incantation, it extends to 15 feet. ("Bake-a cake-a pie")
- Candy Coat – This spell makes up for her lack of physical defense by making an extra-thick shell of hard candy around her. It does not require an incantation, but is more powerful with the incantation. The thickness of the shell increases from a few inches to nearly a foot with the incantation. ("Bake-a cake-a pie")
- Bakers Dozen – This spell summons a tray of Coco’s famous explosive/poison cupcakes to the field to be dispensed at her leisure. It does not require the incantation, but it does take about thirty seconds or so for the magic to teleport the cupcakes to her location. The poison is extremely lethal, but the explosions are relatively small. The explosive cupcakes can function in a variety of ways however. They can be used as mines if placed just below the surface of the soil, or they could simply be thrown. What can’t you accomplish through baking?
- Jubilee Jam - This spell conjures a pool of extremely thick jam in the target location that severely limits mobility. The thickness of the jam and the area covered by the jam are increased if she uses the basic incantation. ("Bake-a cake-a pie")
The Magic Mirror...
[/u][/i]History: Coco has a long past. In her younger years you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was a witch, and neither could she. Her parents split up when she was young, so she has no recollection of her father, but her mother that raised her was the sweetest woman in her life and always told her that she would grow up to be something special. Coco always thought this meant that she’d be a doctor, or an scientist, or God forbid, the first woman president. Her mother intended to never tell Coco of her witch blood so as to prevent her from discarding a life of normalcy for the chaos of being hunted. Little did she know that Coco would be thrilled at the idea of magic.
Coco’s life changed forever one Summer night, when she first performed magic. Her boyfriend, a strong, athletic jock named Jeremy, was taking her out on their first date since he left for vacation to go see his friends in the neighboring states. This date, however, he had determined would be special for both of them. His plan became obvious to Coco when he pinned her down in his room that night, she struggled and struggled but could not break free of his strong arms. He kissed her deeply, and that was the worst mistake he could ever make. For that was the moment Coco’s magic matured and coursed through her lips into his, turning him into chocolate. Coco wasn’t sure what to think and was afraid, what had she done?
She ran home from her now ex-boyfriend’s house. She went to her own home, a small apartment on the outskirts of their town. Upon arrival, she breathlessly walked in to be bombarded by questions from her mother Charity McAllister. After explaining the whole story, Coco began to cry and fell into her mothers’ arms. Later that night was the first time that she would be told of her tragic inheritance.
“You’re a witch, I’m a witch, your father was a warlock of the highest caliber.”
Coco was absolutely astonished, but she learned to forgive herself with time and focused on a new goal, perfecting her newfound artistry. She would learn to use magic the same way that an artist would use a paintbrush, or that a musician would play his instrument. She also devoted a portion of her time to figuring out more of her family history. Apparently her mother had descended from a long line of witches with no animal affiliations, which is how she came to have sweet magic. But, on her father’s side lurked the darker magic, the destructive and chaotic magic of the main witch branch. To this day, Coco lives in fear of being unable to complete her ritual and turning forever into another witch like the Gorgons.
Over time, Coco grew and perfected her magic. She found practical uses for it and employed herself in a local bakery making sweet cakes and assorted goodies. It was only when she was caught by her employers one day that she was discovered to be a witch. The bakery manager alerted Shibusen immediately of the “imminent threat of a witch” and before Coco has time to blink, the hunt was on. She then moved from her mothers’ apartment to the cottage, in the hopes that it would throw Shibusen off of her mothers’ trail. Apparently, it had worked… for now.
Life was going to be a lot more difficult now that she had to fend for herself at the tender age of little more than 18. On top of that, she hadn’t quite perfected Soul Protect yet. Oi, she really needed to get around to that. Anyway… life begins again in the small cottage in the woods, where a trail of bread crumbs leads not to the answer, but to more questions, the life of Coco McAllister.
RP Sample: Coco was busy baking away in her oven, the delightful scent of fresh chocolate chip muffins wafting through the air like a cool breeze in the spring. Of course she would attract attention, humming as loudly as she was with as powerful an aroma as if she had bathed in sugar and sweet-smelling lotions. She placed her hands on her chest gently, turning away from her aversion reading a housekeeping magazine, “Oh my, I hope they don’t burn!” She rushed to tend to the oven, unaware of the children making their way to her house, trailing bread crumbs behind. Sounds familiar, no?
Hansel and Gretel walked all the way to the center of the forest, daring bears and tigers and whatever wild animals they might wander upon. Then suddenly, they came upon a small cottage made entirely out of candy? They decided they’d take a closer look.
“Whoo, I got lucky this time.” Coco smiled softly while taking her muffins from the oven. “I love the smell of chocolate chips.” That’s about the time she heard a creak from behind her, echoing loudly inside of her homes’ empty walls. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her leg muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at any moment and take down the students. Hansel and Gretel walked in, and Coco was surprised that they were not who she had expected. The thrill had almost gone out of the moment as she looked to the two, and she gave a soft smile. “Hey there.”
“Hi, … who are you? And what’s up with the candy house?” Gretel was always the rude one. Hansel had to make up for this frequently by apologizing for her, but in this instance he felt as though he didn’t have to.
“We heard stories about a witch that lived in the woods. Are you her?” Hansel asked delicately, hoping not to set off any sort of reaction. He had ALSO heard about witches and their startled reactions.
“Well, I am a witch. But I’ve never hurt a soul, witch’s honor.” Coco spoke as softly as she smiled and leaned down slightly, giving the little boy a better, and seemingly unintentional, view of her bosom. The boy blushed and she continued, “You know I love a man in a suit, and your sister is simply adorable.” It was just after church on Sunday, and both children were still in their holy wear. Coco leaned up, “Would you like a muffin or two, dearies?” Her voice had become sing-song in execution, but the feeling that something was going to happen had not left her since the creak of the door.
“N-no thanks. What we want… is your soul!” Of course, Shibusen students were getting younger and younger, or maybe it was just her imagination. Coco wasn’t even the slightest bit shocked when the boy turned into a sword that the girl was now wielding, and what was worse, pointing in her direction. Coco loved children…
“My soul? But,… dearies, I can’t give you that. I wish you would have just taken the muffin.” That’s when she reached behind her grabbing a muffin covertly and tossed it at the children, the muffin exploding and giving her ample time in the smokescreen to develop a plan. Oh, that’ll do just perfectly. “Licorice Lash!” Again with the sing-song vocals, as though this were not a fight, but a rather childish Disney musical. However, the fingernails that extended in black licorice were anything but a childhood fantasy, for in mere moments they cut through the fog and rendered before Coco the two children, tied like a pretty present.
“You’ll never get away with this, Coco.” The last words of a clearly frightened meister.
“What’s to get away with?” Then she leaned down, lifting the girls’ chin. “Bake-a… cake-a… pie. Won’t you be my sweetheart?” Then, Coco kissed the girl deeply, Gretel now gaining a shocked expression as her very body changed into a small peppermint. Yes, Coco loved children… especially the way they tasted. Her insanity was already leaking, it having been almost a year since she had performed the ritual. “Ha… Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!” Coco took her newly acquired prize and popped it into her mouth triumphantly, savoring its rich minty taste. “Now, it’s your turn.” The weapon had now reverted back to human form to beg for mercy, which at first fell on deaf ears. Then Coco began to realize what she had done.
She fell on her knees and hugged the boy tightly, his face pressing into her breasts. “I-I’m s-s-sorry… I didn’t want t-to k-kill her.” Perhaps she was a bit insane, and perhaps she was a bit bipolar but, in any case the boy didn’t know what to do. He had come here to kill her, but she seemed more broken up by the death of his new partner than even he. Was she really that bad? “G-go… get out of here, now!” Hansel quickly fled, never to see Gretel again. It was a tragic ending, leaving Coco, sobbing pathetically, in the center of the kitchen in her small cottage. There’d be more, tomorrow, next week, next month… there’d be more. So is the life of a witch.
