( havana rose liu / 27 / she/her ) wait, is that SUMMER LIANG at THE SOULSTONE again? i heard through a grapevine, that the NIGHTSHADE coven’s POTIONS witch has been in town for 27 YEARS, and currently works as a WAITRESS AT THE SETTING SUN. some say she can be SELFISH and IMPULSIVE, but i thought she was actually UPBEAT and WITTY.
OTHER CHARACTERS: @aureliabriar, @deangela
FULL NAME: Summer Zhi Liang NICKNAMES: Sum, Sammie, Sunny DATE OF BIRTH: November 30th, 1997 AGE: 27 ZODIAC: Sagittarius ☼ | Sagittarius ☾ | Aquarius ↑ GENDER: Cis Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUALITY: Bisexual HEIGHT: 5'2
PLACE OF BIRTH: Westray, Washington SPECIES: Witch (Potions) AFFILIATION: Nightshade Coven EDUCATION: BFA from Woodside Grove University OCCUPATION: Waitress at The Setting Sun VIRTUES: Creative, intelligent, funny, witty, positive, outgoing, fun-loving FAULTS: Selfish, impulsive, hedonistic, defensive, crafty, fickle, flighty, indecisive
MOTHER: Jessica Liang nee. Miller FATHER: Bowen Liang SIBLINGS: None PETS: Ziggy (Orange tabby)
BIO
Boredom is your greatest fiend. Everything in your life is so terribly normal. There were no issues in your childhood, no enemies, no rude friends, no mean exes. No horrible parents, or uncles, or siblings. So you created your own, personal nemesis: Boredom.
Never could there be a second of peace. You needed something to keep you busy at all times, something to keep your mind off of your lack of problems. You created your own, personal problems. Wicked potions mixed at night, in the shadows of your own room: love potions. Seemingly harmless, silly fun. But to humans, lacking knowledge, they were evil.
Your friends were your first victims. Then your classmates. Then your cousins. Your parents were never on your table, never planned. And when your mother downed your "laughable" potion like a shot, and ran off with the neighbor two months later, you suddenly found yourself with a very real problem. Your father lost to alcoholism, your mother lost to your stupid potion, love suddenly wasn’t all that fun anymore. And someone’s caught onto your wicked little game – watch out.
BULLETS.
It's not that Summer's evil, she's just exceptionally selfish with little scope on consequence for most of her life. Since things were so horribly dull and nothing ever happened that carried repercussions until, of course, her mom ran off when she was nineteen and her dad started drinking.
People were never meant to get physically hurt by her potions. She experiments a little here and there, adding ingredients to vary the effects. Love potions with an intended target for the drinker, love potions that made you fall in love with the first person the drinker saw, potions to induce obsessive infatuation. Most of them were supposed to wear off, of course with varying lengths, which even Summer herself couldn't fully estimate.
The potion that wound up killing was a wake up call. Maybe it wasn't brewed right, maybe they were allergic to an ingredient used in the potion, she's not sure. All she knows is that she regrets it. Not enough to stop fully, but enough to slow down, to be more careful.
Summer's chaotic neutral and will maintain that stance, despite the harm she has caused and the relationships she has created and ruined.
She's still living with her father in his house (because have you seen the price of rent these days? sheesh), and things aren't great. Even the routine of cleaning up her drunken father and taking care of him has become a boring habit after years of dealing with it. But guilt gnaws at her every time she comes home and finds him passed out on the couch with a bottle of something in his hand, so she has a tendency to stay out late, club hopping, anything to avoid that.
Summer is aimless, she got a degree because that's what people do, but she never had any plans with it. She likes to paint but she doesn't have any grand ambitions of becoming an accomplished artist with galleries. She doesn't have ambitions of any kind, she's idle, and she's making it everyone else's problem, however unknowingly.
