witch bitch.

Oh well that wasn’t what she was expecting. Lips curling into a smile she nodded her head to indicate the door could be open. “That sounds like a fun idea. Haven’t been to a pub in a while here.” Normally she was busy with work or her best friend, so when she needed to drink she went for the source. “Do you have a name?”

“I happen to have many fun ideas.” Micah sat up and stretched his arms out above his head with a groan. Wow, he’d been sitting still for far too long. “Micah.” The witch chirped. He wagged his finger at her as if he were trying to place a face to a name. “You uh–you run the toy shop, don’t you? I like that place.”

“You know, I could probably report you to Miss Raenella if you keep using your powers for evil or I could complain to King Seth.” He was sick of people stealing his sweets. They weren’t easy to make and he put his heart and soul into every pastry. “Do you not have anything better to do?”

"You’re no fun.” Micah rolled his eyes and slid off the countertop with an exaggerated sigh. "And what I do is hardly evil, spoilsport. Unless maybe you live in a children’s cartoon.” Which given his profession, maybe he did. Slipping some money across the counter he continued to ogle the pastries. “Better to do? What’s better than your baking?” He said with mock sweetness. “Besides, I like to actually feed my rentals.” No feed from them he thought with a smirk. “They’re all so skinny.”

“Coffin? That’s a new one,” Skye said with a smile as she looked over at the boy who had spoken. “That depends, what do you have in mind for this pick me up?”

“Depends.” Micah pursed his lips, his eyes wandering over her form. “But you strike me as a Type AB kinda gal. Wanna go to the pub? I’m bored out of my mind.”

“Just as much as jokes might aren’t yours.” Her delivery had been lacking, she couldn’t blame the man for not understanding her dry joke – though it truly wasn’t as funny as she thought it might be. “Yeah, well, it comes with the whole howl at the moon territory, you know?” She was still relatively new to this life, having lived in utter ignorance and bliss with a vampiric family, but she’d grown quite fond of her lycanthropy. “– and what about you? You more of a blood sucker or do you ride around on a wooden broom?”

Oh feisty. How sweet. “When you actually learn one you’ll have to tell it to me. I like jokes.” Micah chuckled, admiring the young woman’s beauty. It was hard to believe such delicate features could snap and morph into something truly monstrous under a full moon. “Oh wooden broom for sure. It’s a bit old fashioned, but it’s oh so fun. Ever tried?”

Lillian should have been more at peace with herself – at least enough to control the brutish side of the wolf, but her place in life made it difficult. She watched as he tried to regain his composure, with her arms firmly across her chest. “You’re not my type either. Witches are supposed to be in touch with wolves, or some dumb shit like that,” she grumbled. “But here you are. Antagonizing one before the full moon. I prefer my partners to have a little more brain.”

“Wow. I want whatever you’re smoking.” Where in the hell did it say he had to be in touch with wolves? What sort of stupid shit was she spewing? He didn’t owe her or anything other mutt on the island a fucking thing. “On the contrary,” Micah pushed himself up to stand and brushed himself off. “I was providing a simple recommendation and asking about your work. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your urges in check this close to a moon.” Seriously, weren’t masters suppose to be more in control than this? “That makes sense. They do say opposites attract.”

Alastair stared blankly at the witch. “I am in a bad mood because you’re here again, Micah,” he replied with a dramatic sigh. “Are you going to try and steal my pastries again? Because I already deal with one very annoying vampire doing that.”

“Sweet Alastair,” Micah sighed and leaned against the counter. His eyes scanned the freshly baked goods as he wondered which one he’d taste today. “I don’t steal.” He said innocently, batting his long lashes. “We both know you like giving me your pastries to try. You’ve got such a generous heart after all.”

The mistress’ nose wrinkled up in what could only be described as disgust before she made a point of flinging him towards a wall with ever amount of strength she could muster. “Don’t make me laugh,” she scoffed. “The fact you think you’re even worthy of thinking such a thing is laughable.”

Micah had always found it funny how stupid and brutish wolves became under the influence of the full moon. The mistress might have thrown him but at least she’d let him go like he had wanted. Even if it had been with near bone breaking force. After a moment, he rolled over to his back with a huff and tried to pinpoint what in his body could have been broken. “Fantastic.” Micah chuckled weakly and forced back the urge to send an overwhelming depressive wave of energy her way. “You’re really not my type anyway.”

“I do. My default kindness doesn’t extend to anyone besides the slaves,” she stated. She approached him and reached out to grip at his shirt – her eyes flashing dangerously. “I’d advise you to not talk on my job nor my life like you know what it is I’ve had to go through. As you say, I bite.”

“Sounds like a yes.” When the young wolf took hold of his shirt, he lazily leaned toward her, his eyebrows arching. He always enjoyed poking wolves. After all, many were all bark and no bite. Micah looked down at the grip on his shirt and bit on his lower lip suggestively. His tone lowered to a near whisper and his gaze locked with hers. “If you’re trying to turn me on it’s working.”

“Wrong species –” Hazel eyes lifted from the ground, having previously been trained on a blade of grass that was rolling in the wind. “– and no. I woke up just fine, thank you.” Miranda had never been an extremely sassy girl, but having freedom only to be locked back in another cage. Well, she thought it gave her a reason to be. 

“I suppose figures of speech aren’t your strong suit, huh little one?” Micah smirked and leaned back on his hands. He tilted his head and watched the other curiously, enjoying the banter. “ I really can’t imagine sleeping all that well in a cell myself, but it sounds like you’re much better suited for that sort of thing.”

Lillian stared over at the civillian, clearly not amused. “I can handle myself, thank you very much.” What was with the obnoxious nicknames? It was near the moon and she wasn’t against bashing someone’s face in. “I don’t worry about biting anyways, because I don’t treat them like trash like most of you.” It was rare that a slave lashed out at her – at least ones she didn’t bring in.

“Oh,” Micah chirped with mocking sweetness. “Sounds like you bite too.” Clearly the mistress wasn’t enjoying their playful banter as much as he was. Oh well. “Aren’t we being a tad hypocritical, mistress?” The young witch leaned against the near wall and walked his fingers up along it, his eyes wandering. “Or does being nice to them make up for the fact that you’ve brought so many of them here?”

“I don’t sleep in a coffin.” Noah pointed out obliviously. “I mean sure, I sometimes like to take a nap on the exam tables but that’s only whenever I’m too tired to make it all the way to the second floor from the basement.” He ran his finger along the rim of his cup. “But as for a pick me up, maybe. Coffee didn’t cut it this morning. Neither did buying new books.”

“You should try it.” The witch smirked, his tone playful. “It’s cozy unless you’re claustrophobic.”  It amused Micah to know that the witch had been using coffee as his pick me up. There were far too many more fun alternatives to caffeine after all. “Y’know, there’s a potion for just about everything nowadays.” He mused. “I’m sure I could find you something that would get the job done.”

General

Name: Micah

Alisas/Nicknames: Mic

Age: 99

Species: Witch

Status: Civilian

Occupation: Employee at Spells & Potions

Gender: Cismale

Height: 6′

Powers

DEFLECTION: Learned as a defense mechanism, Micah has been practicing deflection since he was a young child. Because of this, he is fairly good at it. He has the capability to deflect spells and supernatural powers that are used against him using an energy-based shield that he generates from his hand. However, it must be consciously activated in order for it to work, which makes the witch vulnerable when unaware of an impending attack. He uses this power frequently to keep himself safe on the island and keep himself out of slavery.

PATHOKINESIS*: Like his deflection, Micah’s pathokinesis was developed as a defense mechanism. The witch can sense and manipulate the emotions––including feelings, moods and their affects––of themselves, people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise channeling emotions, even manifesting the emotional energy to physical level. While Micah has some control over this power, he is still learning how to perfect it and control it better. If he is feeling an emotion too intensely it can consequently alter the mood of a room or an individual person. This also makes him prone to moodiness and makes him temperamental. To control this power he of often meditates and tries to keep a level head in social situations. Because he is honing in on this skill, he practices it rather frequently and experiments on people.

DIVINATION*: This power while his oldest, is not his best skill of the three. His divination, a method of reading the future, the present and the past, can be achieved by communicating with the supernatural and by reading certain patterns or omens in things like tea leaves and palms. These patterns and communications often don’t come to him when he wants them to and can come at inconvenient times even. While the power is still difficult for him to control,  he has been successful discerning certain readings by using certain divination rituals. Having had this power abused by others in the past, he keeps this part of him a secret. He generally uses this power around people he trusts and when he's alone.

About 

Micah has a history of being abused by others for his divinatory powers. As a result, he tries to keep them to himself unless he’s practicing or giving a reading to a friend. 

This abuse is partially the reason he came to the island. Having a terrible mentor who would over cause him to nearly overdose, he finally got the courage to run away and try to start his life over.

Open Connection: Old Mentor (UTP, Witch, Master, 100+, past abuse tw)

A resident troublemaker, Micah has been hanging out around the island for about three years now. When he first arrived he tried to become a master but didn’t make the cut which he is slightly resentful for. 

He can be rather indignant at times because of his status on the island and tends to poke fun at and mess with some of the slaves and masters. But it’s all in good fun and he doesn’t actually ever intend on getting on anyone’s bad side.

He’s an employee at Potions and Spells and is usually hanging out there when he’s not around causing trouble. He likes making potions and crafting spells for scrying.

To those he is close to he often does divinatory readings but tries to keep this power a secret whenever possible.

He likes to party and is fairly reckless with his encounters. 

Because he’s still rather young for a witch and hasn’t developed his skills to the level he wants. Though his magical is powerful, it is really difficult for him to control. Because of this, he is often practicing on people and things around the island.

Open Connection: Teacher (M, Witch, Master, 100+)

He has a raven familiar named Reykr and likes to grow his own Cannabis.

Micah likes to sing and can play a few instruments including, guitar and piano.

Bedroom

Orientation: Pansexual / Aromantic 

Preference: Vers/Switch, Brat

Yes Please: rough sex, hair pulling, choking, oral (giving/receiving), toys, consensual non-con

OK: shibari, bondage/restraints, sensory deprivation, sissification, wax play

Soft Limits: TPE, marking/bruising, impact play, exhibitionism, age play, pet play