Asma (witch): Prayer to Hecate.

I know Death. It became a companion. I have lost so much over the centuries, from my family to my coven, that I have refused to open up again. What was the point? what was the point if I ended up suffering?  It was all bullshit, it was all a lie. it was just easier to pretend that I didn't care. It was easier to pretend I didn't want it and I honestly tried to bury my emotions deep inside. 

I failed, that is a given. I failed spectacularly when Elijah made my heart fluster. I realized over time that it was just my loneliness acting up. I couldn't handle being on my own, living like a recluse. I couldn't put some distance between my emotions and myself. I had no one to talk to, I got no one to touch me. I had no one to... I had no one. 

Oh Hecate, the Goddess was merciful. She protected me all those centuries and answered my prayers. I wasn't alone. I wasn't  anymore when she sent Klaus to me.  Could it be? could it be that  I would no longer suffer from my curse? could it be, that I would feel less pain if he let me get close to him? am I right? Doing this, trusting him? Am I doing it right? I know he could break my heart and I know I could lose everything.. the only thing I ever have left: My heart. 

But I want to try. I want to try. 

O Hecate, Mother saint of Witches, 

My goddess, please answer my prayer, 

Protect our hearts.

TVD: Witch profile

Nëela's Little Corner (updated 2023)

 

A/N: All usual disclaimers. Updated profile since 2015

 

And here she comes! finally coming to life after so long!

 

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Main Faceclaim: Logan Browning

 

Other FC: Janelle Monae.

 

« I decided to channel my anger and pain into something positive. There’s nothing to gain in the darkness. »

 

 

Real Name: She forgot. Now she goes by the name Neela Olusegun.

  

Age: 825 years old.

 

 

Nationality: Her family was brought to Spain as slaves. She has since earned American nationality.

 

 

Special features: She has golden eyes, a sign of her curse.

 

Physical appearance: She's an average-sized, gorgeous African woman with a soft oval face, plump brown lips, and gorgeous curves. heavy bottom girl, this one.

 

Something noticeable about her: she has pink hair (but it’s a dye)

 

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

 

Alignment: chaotically good. She wants to protect and help others.  

 

 

Specie: Witch

 

 

Occupation: Herborist

 

 

Abilities:

 

 She is a powerful witch. She knows a variety of spells :

 

- Healing spells

- Fire/ Water/ Air/  Earth spells

- Telekinesis

- A few binding spells.

 

Skills:

 

-Nëela is a good listener

-She also knows her way around poison.

-She also has a very soothing presence and is an excellent listener.

 

 

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

 

She is a witch, so she's basically vulnerable to anything potentially lethal to humans.

Her curse is also extremely painful and renders her even more vulnerable to Silver. (as if she was a Lycan) and to Vervain (as if she were a vampire)

 

Education Skills: Her parents and Coven taught her all she knew about anatomy and spells. She has a vast knowledge she puts to use to prepare unguent and potions that could help others.

 

 

Family:

 

 

Mother and father: Deceased, killed by Klaus

 

Extended Family: Deceased, killed by Klaus

 

Boyfriend/Life-Partner: None but she's having a thing with Klaus.

 

Universe: The Vampire Diaries

 

 

Personality:

 

 

 

Nëela was traumatized by the killing spree of Klaus that left her an orphan.  She used to be very sweet and genuinely open to others before the attacks. Unfortunately, she became a recluse following this event. When her coven banned her from helping Elijah, she shut down completely and raised walls to protect herself from being hurt again. It took her about 800 years to open up again and learn how to trust others and be of help.

 

She is brave, dedicated, and outspoken. She’s also very stubborn and would never give up until she realizes that there is nothing more she can do. She isn’t dominant but she isn’t easy to bend either. For her, words are important and when she gives her word she makes sure to keep it. She also trusts people who give their words and would punish them if they betray her.

 

She does have a softer and sensual side, once you get to know her. She's kind, soft, considerate, and compassionate. Her jokes are sometimes awful but she doesn’t mind. She also can get drunk but becomes either feisty or bitter depending on the topic.  She longs for companionship but is very cautious about it because she doesn’t want to hurt others and she doesn't want to be hurt too.

 

 

Fictional Character Biography:

 

There are a lot of things Nëela doesn't want to talk about. Her life has been a succession of pain and suffering. She lost her family to Klaus during one of his rampages. She almost got assaulted but was rescued by Elijah who seized the opportunity to have a witch indebted to him. Helping the Mikaelsons cost her a lot because it led to her coven cursing her for an eternal life of suffering. It led to Elijah isolating her and using her to protect his family and for her to live a life of solitude. In those 800 years, Nëela met several people and supernatural creatures and tried to make connections with them and with humans but it always led to her being hunted down and excluded.  Oh and to top it off, she has several rogue witches who have been hunting her down to eliminate her. When would she know peace? She met Klaus and the two started off an uncanny relationship, giving each other company (which they so desperately are looking for)

 

Recent History:

 

After what seemed like Klaus standing her up, Nêela realized that he had been kidnapped by an association of witches and werewolves and went to his rescue. She's contemplating leaving Mystic Falls and following Klaus but isn't sure that it's the right thing to do. Two rogue witches are after her and at Mystic Falls's door. 

 

 

 

Trivia:

 

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-         She is touch-deprived and doesn’t have the opportunity to give her affection to anyone.

 

-          She’s starting to develop friendships with Elena, Caroline, and Bonny.

 

-          She became one of  Elijah’s friends and allies over the years.

 

-          She smells like roses

 

-          She is an exquisite cook.

 

SoA: Blondie Birthday present

Asma couldn't keep her excitement for herself. Today was the president's birthday. While she was completely out of the loop regarding the true activities of SAMCRO -by her own request-, she still knew a little bit of the hierarchy and how to address Jax. Well, she called him Jax, or Blondie but only President when shit went down or she freaked out. For her, he was Jax, Jessica's husband, more than meets-the-eye gangster boss. He was good to her and maybe on that very day when he entered her parlor to order a tattoo for Jessica and himself, something connected between the two of them. She liked to think of it like that. He was the one responsible for the hurricane Jessica was in her life by requesting a tattoo for Jessica.

Today was Blondie's birthday and Asma was eager to give him in person the gifts she found him. She took the opportunity of a flea market, taking place a few weeks before Jax' birthday and decided to look for the most vintage present she could find. It took a while, a massive argument with one of the sellers there who didn't like the way her hair was dyed -you know those old hags who have an opinion about anything and anyone- and of course a near-fight breaking between the son of that old hag and Asma was all it took for a gentleman to notice her. He stopped the fight, invited her to his booth and told her stories about his son who used to be in the gangs while she took a look at his items. He sounded proud of his boy, to the point that he once he noticed that Asma wasn't bothered by his rambling, he showed her his most treasured box: His son's rings. He didn't put all of them because he wanted to keep those his son treasured the most with him, but the collection was beautiful.

There it was. A beautiful couple of rings, Asma absolutely fell in love with. The first one was a small ring with a beautiful lady Aries sculpted on the front. When Asma asked, the man said it belonged to his son's wife, Darlene, who gave it back when she decided to move from Charming after his son's death. It was a ring that could please Jessica so Asma chose it. The second one also had horns but the face that carried them was a vampire skull, which made the pink haired tattoo artist smirk. It would fit Blondie like a glove since he was somehow a vampire. He had good looks, he was mesmerizing and people were drawn to him like virgins to Draculas. He was draining too, emotionally speaking and you had to be strong in order to handle the King. He was made of the same stuff legends were and it was draining. There was no other word to describe it. You had to be strong, like Jessica and Lady Aries was. You had to have what it took to handle Jax, to provide for him, to care for him. You had to have what it took to survive by his side. The ring pleased Asma who chose it too. When it was time to pay, he said he knew she was the new inker of the block and instead of money, he wanted a tattoo. When asked what the old man wanted, he said he wanted his son inked on his chest, near his heart. He was in too much pain to have the last picture of his boy inked on his skin but now that time went by and he heard of Asma's skills, he wanted to honor his boy. She agreed and came back home.

She found a nice box and a nice red bow to wrap it around and headed to Jax place -like she always did when she visited Jessica or when she took turns watching after the kids-. She cleared her throat and put the present and card on the counter, near the fridge. -most likely, the place he'd check first when he would come home, to fetch himself a beer or something-. On the card it said :

« For Blondie's special day I decided to give him a double present. There is one for him and one for my queen because that's how I met the two of you. Together. Your special day is hers and her special day is yours, forever entangled. I can only wish you'd come back home in one piece, alive and happy. I can only wish you'd live long enough to see your kids grow into adults, live extraordinary lives like the extraordinary people they are and will be. I wish you get to be happy cause that's what you deserve. Enough sappy shit, Happy Birthday, blondie!

PS: This means, you'll always get double presents, in case I wasn't clear !! Ah!

With Love,

Asma. »

Chronicles of Lux and Tenebrae : first meeting

« I have finally found you. »

His voice was laced with emotion, trembling slightly as he couldn't believe his eyes. Lux was standing in front of him, her silver eyes were staring at the tall and lean pale figure in front of her. A face she didn't recognize due to her amnesia, but familiar nonetheless so she was comfortable by his side. The young man in front of her was handsome, otherworldly as they would say. His hair was short, white just like his skin -although, it was an uncanny shade, almost translucent-. His jet black eyes were unsettling to say the very least, dark, intense and filled with murderous intent. His face was sharp, chiseled by the gods, perfect, cold and cruel and yet.. his smile when he saw her was warm. It sent warmth down her spine and elicited a smile from her. He seemed to have been knowing her given the way he was staring at her. It felt as if he had been looking for centuries and finally found what he was looking for. It intrigued her. She tilted her head, the massive black curls fell on the left side as she stared at him with curiosity in the eyes.

« Do we know each other? » -Her voice was ethereal. Soft and sweet. Otherworldly even.-

It was her voice, soothing, nurturing, and warm. She might not remember everything, Tenebrae remembered her and her voice confirmed it was indeed Lux. He realized that if he was able to find her while visiting the Secret' Keeper, then those who attacked the Realm of all Beginnings would easily find her too. Vulnerable as she was, Tenebrae had to protect the only daughter of Life and ensure her safety until they could sort things out. He walked towards her, stepping closer to her face and gave her a sheepish smile. The softest he could manage and that didn't come across as sinister. She furrowed her brows and scratched the tip of her nose. Tenebrae was caught a little by surprise because she was beautiful and even after centuries without being by her side, she still found a way to move him. Her beauty was moving, disarming and he was left looking at her like she was one of the world's wonders.

« We do. Lux...I have been looking for you for centuries. When they attacked the realm of all beginnings, I heard you died. » She blinked at the mention of her death and shook her head.

« I can't be dead if I'm here... » She said, rubbing her taut belly. « Who are you again? »

« This is me... Tenebrae. Don't you remember? » He asked, furrowing his brows as he was starting to understand what was happening. She did die and was brought back to life. If she didn't remember him then Life might have had a good reason not to restore her daughter's memory. He held Lux' hands and stroked the back of her ebony fingers with his alabaster ones. She didn't recognize him, even after he said her name but there was still this familiarity with him that made her trust him. « It's okay if you don't remember me. It will come back to you. Your body is of divine essence which means you're recovering right now. Your memories would return to you and we will know who attacked you and how to stop them. »

« I am not sure I understand... But you seem familiar. I have been walking the Earth, forever outliving the people who cared for me without understanding why. I don't remember who I am.. but you seem to know me. »

« I do. » He said, his lips trembling as he held her fingers harder. Sparkles were created from just their touch, sparkles that felt familiar and yet unknown to the goddess. «I will protect you until you recover your strength and memory. »

« What ?.... wait.. Where are you taking me? What are we going to do? »

She asked, removing her fingers from his. Tenebrae groaned and sighed. He didn't even know that himself. He wished that seeing Lux would have brought her memories back and that from this moment they would be able to move forward but it didn't work like this. He found her, she didn't remember him. He found her and she barely understood who she was and what her real purpose was. She was no more than any of the mortals who lived on Earth. A person who walked the Earth without a sense of purpose. He wished she would remember so that he could save Life. He wished she could remember so they could resume where they left. He wished.. oh Tenebrae had so many wishes. He was frustrated and she noticed it on his beautiful face. A face like an angel, a pale angel of Death. How could she forget him? She noticed the sadness in his jet black eyes, the weight of her loss he carried on his shoulders and the relief and joy he felt when he first saw her. She wanted to share his emotions, feel happy to see him too, feel relieved but nothing came out of it. She couldn't remember him and therefore, couldn't feel happy to see him again.

« I will take you away from this place. We're going to visit the keeper of secrets. »

« You are talking gibberish to me. » She said, arms crossed over her chest.

« We have to move Lux. If I was able to find you easily, anyone can. I need to protect you and save your mother. »

«......... »

« Do you trust me? » He asked, outstretching his hand towards her. She glanced at him and sighed deeply and put her hand on his. « Good. »

He snapped his fingers and both disappeared. He took her to the darkest place on Earth, where he used to spend time when he walked the Earth: the Fortress.

-TBC-

Doya: Sam and Oya: forbidden fruit -ship-

Sam believed Oya was a gremlin, or maybe a faery. Faeries were known for their pettiness and cruelty. They were violent little creatures and Oya surely knew how to be violent AND petty. Sam never met someone like her, invested in everything she did, invested in keeping him alive when they were working a case together, invested in them so much so that when someone else tried to orbit around him, she was quick to snap. He saw her jealousy and almost felt her blood boil through her veins whenever a pretty sweetheart flirted with him. She was possessive and it made him feel awkward and weird but in a good way because she noticed /him/. In the sea of every hunter he knew she could have been interested in, she chose him. Moose, the great goose, the tall Winchester brother, the least sought after by trucks of Dean's groupies. He didn't mind being the center of attention, not at all. He actually enjoyed not being noticed. He enjoyed his freedom, being able to work a case without having a widow drop her panties to screw him.

That didn't prevent Sam from having affairs of his own, rarer than Dean's but more meaningful than his. Ruby, Jessica, and the others. Even that one he phoned in when he tried to ignore Dean and rejected the hunter's life (well, he didn't per say, ignored him, he decided that his death WAS and should have been the end of the business. but that's digressing). Sam always fell and fell hard when he chose to become intimate with someone. He chose Oya, much to his surprise and to hers but after suffering so much, losing his soul, being possessed by crazy angels and all the maelström that his life became when Dean showed back up from Hell, Sam wasn't sure he had what it took to make Oya happy. They both knew they were broken, she told him so and in doing so voiced his own concern. She wasn't sure she could bring him all he needed in this life but she did, more than she could ever think she did. She brought him stability, a sense of normalcy, a sense of belonging. It was complicated to explain or even conceptualize but she made him feel alive again, human again, normal. From her affectionate little kisses on his cheeks and neck to her piggybacking him every chance she got, to her crying in his arms after a rather huge day and allowing him to comfort her.. all of that made Sam feel anchored to this reality and gave him Something more to fight for.

When she kissed him that night, after they argued over her benching him (to this day he doesn't know why she did it and didn't buy her shady explanation), it became clear to both that they were feeling the same way and yet, both weren't feeling at ease when they looked at their relationship just yet. they worked well together, they were strongly attached to one another, he would kill to save her life and so would she. He relished her kisses and signs of affection. he sought after them like she did. He felt at peace when she was sleeping next to him and she was having fewer nightmares by his sides. So, what prevented them from calling it what it was? Fear. fear of losing it if they dared name it.like it always happened. because he plainly lived relationships in the past who ended up in tragédies, Sam was convinced he shouldn't be that open. he shouldn't say the words, shouldn't openly label it and if he didn't, then she would be safe. strangely enough, she felt the same way and they came up with original ways to claim their feelings for each other. "I'm with you." was the code for "I love you." and all seemed well in the world.

So that explained why he was smiling the way he did in this picture he only agreed to take because she attacked him with kisses, her mischievous smile, and those damn adorable hazel eyes. Sam was a softie at his very core and she knew damn well how to play him like a fiddle. Or did she?