#catherinesoulwraith

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As I’m getting more used to digi art again, my style’s coming out... 

This is for @catherinesoulwraith !!

please consider reblogging and following to bring attention to myself and catherine!

Hey guys, we are still in need of someone to “marry” us, also groom’s men (+ best man) and bridesmaids (+ maid of honor)!!

Gender for each doesn’t matter, but @catherinesoulwraith is taking the role of “Romeo” and I’m “Juliet,” so you’re essentially choosing which of us you’d like to stand by!!!

Message me or Catherine if you’re interested!! You can also just request to be any of these roles at the meetup!

B A S I C S

full name: Julia Rose (previously Julia Harwood before she changed it)

gender: Female

sexuality: Bisexual

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Her father (Douglas Harwood, 52), her mother (Ainsley Harwood, 50), her older brother (Roderick Harwood, 26), and her recently adopted younger sister (Ninette Dupain-Harwood, 3)

birthplace: Caer Lyon, Avalon

job: Official touring cosmetologist of the spiral, changing the way people see themselves for the better (also a Harwood family princess but it’s really low-key)

phobias: Never finding love, spiders, death, not succeeding at her job

guilty pleasures: Junk food, people-watching, staring at attractive people she comes across in the spiral for too long, sleeping in

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: True neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Ambivert!

organized/disorganized: Disorganized

close minded/open-minded: Open-minded

calm/anxious: Anxious

disagreeable/agreeable: In-between; it depends

cautious/reckless: Also in-between

patient/impatient: Impatient

outspoken/reserved: Reserved

leader/follower: She tries to be a leader but her anxiety makes her more of a follower

empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Bits and pieces of both, she was born into a transition era, but working more towards modern

hard-working/lazy: Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Storywise she’s into a guy from Avalon and a guy (also perhaps a new girl in town) from Last Wood, Khrysalis (where she currently is staying), but fandomwise Cathlia <33 (I better see y’all at the wedding)

ot3: Julia Rose, Catherine Soulwraith, and Ra ;)

brotp: Julia Rose and Roses (she really really really loves roses, also she doesn’t have any friends, just acquaintances she makes around the spiral)

(ask prompt) (song link) (song lyrics) 

I’ve never heard this song before and it’s??? super duper cool?? Anyway I tried to focus on the struggle about identities I guess? Also I just decided to use they/them pronouns for this anonymous wizard because I have no OCs that fit.

They felt trapped. 

It’s easy to just say that, they say to themselves. People will think it’s too much homework, maybe even a bad relationship. These people would be wrong, as they were well and truly trapped in a far more serious manner than what anyone would think of a teenager’s problems.

They were a wizard from a high class family, one that exclusively practiced pyromancy. It was easy to assume they would be a pyromancer as well. They were the firstborn, the perfect child. 

They were a sorcerer. 

Not really though. They never joined the school of balance, never wore robes of tan and maroon. They chose the school of fire with a cocky smile on their face, only their eyes betraying how dearly they wished to never touch another flame. 

Luckily people avoided their gaze, a luxury only afforded to those of the highest class, like their family. (A family that built Firecat Alley from their own brick and bone, as the wizard’s father will proudly boast to anyone who he thinks should know their place.)

There is an aptitude test, one that measures magic and attitude to determine which school(s) fit best. When they got the results for their true school, they asked for a retake and answered how they thought their father would. They were destined for the school of fire that time.

They smile still, play at being the arrogant aristocrat, as easily as they play with fire on the tips of their fingers.