Maddison Ravencourt

[kiki]

maddison adalayah ravencourt.
21. female. goal-oriented. witch.

WHAT CAN YOU DO?

As a very knowledgeable witch, Maddison is able to blend vast forms of magic together when performing spells, rituals, and using various tools and ingredients implemented in practicing witchcraft & magic. She is quite talented in casting, and especially writing new spells/rituals, and re-working old ones to bring about various effects. However, she's not as adept in potion brewing. She has to work at it a bit, before getting the potion right. There are a few concoctions that she has mastered such as a potion dubbed 'lunar ecstasy'- which halts the full moon transformation of werewolves, putting them in an almost euphoric haze. Aside from the usual skills of a witch, Maddison can tap into the element of fire, and actively use it. She can create fire balls, throw flames, and manipulate her own fire. She can endure the fire she creates, but no other. Maddison can also use the energy she summons up, and is able to shoot bolts of black & purple energy which can be used offensively or defensively.

TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!

So you want to know me? Flattering, well, I'm actually five foot nine, and I weigh one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. I've dark-brown hair, long, which I like to twirl at times. The dark tone also helps my blue eyes to really pop. See? If there's any part of me that I'd single out as liking the most...it would have to be my eyes. I'm slim, but not skinny. I like having curves, and I enjoy eating. Life's too short to deprive ones self from simple pleasures.
Anyway, I guess it's my metabolism that keeps me the size that I am. I work out occasionally to keep toned.

My closet is diverse, full of colours, brands, etc. I wear anything really. It depends on my mood, or the occasion, or what's clean. I do have a preference for corsets and stiletto's. I'm not afraid to get risque with my style either, but jeans and a nice top would suit me fine just as well. One thing I wouldn't be caught in, is a pair of leggings under a skirt. That just bugs me.

I'm straight, but open minded. I don't think one should limit the possibilities of love, and sex. I'm single, and my last boyfriend is now a toad. No I'm kidding... he's no longer a toad.

Likes

• Reading
  
• Hanging out/Partying
  
• Learning more about witchcraft
  
• Strip Poker & various games
  
• Meditation
  
• Playing the drums
  
• Writing in her journal
  
• Creating/Re-writing spells & rituals
  
• Her cats: Hecuba and Loki
  
• Mysterious men
  
• Cosmopolitan's and Apple Martini's
  

Dislikes

• Cigarette's
  
• Being talked down to
  
• Overbearing arrogance
  
• Being underestimated
  
• Unnecessary rudeness
  
• Beets
  
• Fish
  
• Limitations/Restrictions
  
• People who are serious, all the time
  
• Conformist/conforming
  

Goals/Dreams: To be one of the most powerful witches in the world, or at least in the Country. To perhaps find the right person for me, I'm tired of...toads. To live a happy, fulfilling life. To finish my BA in Art History & Restoration. To get my hands on a very special book that is hidden somewhere in the Museum of the City of New York.

Fears: I'm afraid of werewolves. I watched my father's best friend maul him to death, because he was in love with my mother, and she wasn't strong enough to save my father.

Turn-ons & Turn-offs: I like guys who can take control, be protective, yet charming, masculine-sweet. I like guys who are...creative in bed. Oh, and boxer-briefs turn me on, and bad weather. There's something about the energy in a storm that just...triggers something in me.

I'm a cool, brilliant, down-to-earth type. I don't allow much to phase me, but it's best not to push my buttons too often because I'll definitely push back. When I do lose my cool, it's never good. I really don't mind telling people what I think, about them, or a situation. I really expect the same treatment. I aspire to be myself, I'm not fond of being "fake" or people who are.

Friends consider me quite laid back, low key and unpredictable. As much as I'd enjoy shopping, being pampered, watching romantic comedies, and well just frankly being a girl, I'm still all for adventure, and playing games with male companions. I've more male friends than females. I can be very focused (especially when it comes to the things most important to me ie. goals, learning, increasing my knowledge etc.) I'm protective of my friends, and loyal. I fancy myself witty, resourceful, and a bit of a tease/joker. I don't think I have a shy bone in my body either. I've also been told I can be very sensual. I will admit I can be a bit flirty when I want to, but I guess sometimes I'm not particularly aware that I'm being, provocative.

When it comes to magic, I'm always "thirsty". It sounds bad, but it really isn't. I can control myself, but I guess it's more or less a drive for knowledge, for constantly bettering myself. I'm not afraid to push past prescribed limits. I also don't think a witch should hold back. I want to be the best that I can be.

• Marquise Ravencourt and Marissa Ravencourt are my parents. My dad was American, and my mother is Caribbean.
  
• I lived in the Caribbean for only a few years before we moved to Philadelphia, and from there to New York - home, sweet home.
  
• My mother taught me to use magic. She's a pretty adept witch, however, she's sworn it off since my dad was killed by James - a were wolf, and my father's closest friend.
  
• However, before that all transpired...I'd learned things from her...old magic, and new. She encouraged my talent for concocting my own spells, and re-working others.
  
• When I was eight I was able to tap into the element of fire. It had happened on a day that I was upset. Outside got really cloudy, windy, rainy. Always happened when I got upset in someway. Anyway, it was on that day that I'd set a doll house on fire. It just poured from my hands, and that's hardly the least I could actively do. My mother helped me to continually tap into that power, and how to control it and use it. However, the black and purple bolts of energy that burst from my hands, I was left to deal with on my own. It had manifested a year after my fathers death.
  
• I kept on practicing, and reading up on magic and witchcraft. At some point in my teen years I wasn't allowed to do anything of the sort in my mother's house.
  
• Eventually, she begged me to stop - to live normal, to deny what I was, and what I could do...just like she was doing. I love my mom. She means so much to me. I told her I would, but I think she knew that it was a promise I wouldn't or couldn't keep. She left me with a warning, and it was the first thing she'd ever drilled into my head. Using magic was addicting, infectious, and it could bite back and ruin a persons life. Noted, but her issue was that she was unable to save my father, but I planned to never find myself in such a predicament. I strive to be the best.
  
• After High School, I enrolled in University.
  
• I met my ex-boyfriend on campus, he's not too sure what the hell happened to him when I turned him into a toad.
  
• I learned through divination that there's a book, which belonged to a powerful, witch, and it's located in the New York Museum, would've been simpler if I interned there rather than at The Museum of Modern Art.
  
• I've a nice apartment in the Upper East Side, and I live with my cats. Anything else about me? you'll just have to find out the old fashioned way.
  

wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Kiki, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Adriana Lima. i've been doing this for a few years, so i pretty much know how this all works.

-- rp sample... “I want to see that leg higher, and extend, extend, extend!” demanded Madame Ballanchine, as she got up on stage with her dancers. Her long, airy garments flowed about her in a multitude of colours – a blend of blues, pinks, and lavender. She smelled of vanilla, and a hint of something unidentifiable, but sweet. “Do you see how Violette is doing it? Execute with control, and ease. Extend.” She tapped the ballerina's leg with her Chinese, straw fan, which was in fact unnecessary with the air condition being on, however, it was theatrical, and Helena Balanchine lived for eccentricity - and perfection. “Ballerina's must move effortlessly, like water, like air. They mustn't just embody grace, and ellegance, but become them entirely.”
Ballanchine circled the trying ballerina, her face unreadable, but her eyes glowered at Violette, who wished Helena wouldn't always praise her as she did, in front of the other dancers. It stirred problems - drama, unwanted strife - and as long as she continued to do what she loved, there was no escaping the maliciousness so prevalent in the competitive world of ballet, and being a socialite. Well, in truth there was an escape.

For a month now she'd been so swept off her feet in love with Colin Murford – a charming, handsome, gentlemen she'd met at an after party. Their encounter, under the palid gaze of the moon, was quite a memorable, and intoxicating experience. From then on they'd been practically inseparable, although they did have to covertly see each other. Rowena, Violette's mother, hadn't masked her disapproval for Colin, when she'd caught the two together in the library. However, it was sort of exciting keeping the relationship low-key, and secretive. Their closest friends knew though, and of course they'd have to come out of the shadows soon. Their love wasn't something to be ashamed of, and all those with a problem with it be damned! The burst of courage and defiance usually dissipated as quickly as it came. She just wasn't ready to face more opinions, more gossip, and she felt horrible at times that Colin had to endure this.

“Beautiful, Violette. Perfect, arabesque penchée! Look at that girls. The form, the grace, the steadiness. Bravo!” Ballanchine clapped her hands, offering Violette a bright smile, the crows feet stretched at the corners of her eyes. “Dismissed! Scoot! Tomorrow, the same time, and don't be late. You, Morgan...I mean you.”

Violette hadn't waited a breath. She was the first one to disappear from the stage. Colin would be no doubt waiting on her, around back. She glanced at the clock in her dressing room. It was fifteen minutes to three. She had to hurry. Colin wouldn't scold her for running late, but she'd always strived to slip out of the building before the other girls started to spill out. She changed out of her leotard, and freshened up – one of the perks of being the Prima, was having her own bathroom.

As she donned a nice blue dress, which she considered cool, and casual, she pondered what Colin had in store for the afternoon. He wouldn't tell her, only that she should dress casually. She gave herself a once over in the oval, mirror – her hands slid along her sides. For a fraction of a second she became self conscious. She could never help it, especially after rehearsals. Satisfied, she picked up her hand bag, and left the room. She moved like a feline – slinking along the hall, then tip toeing down the stairwell that lead out to the back of the Company.

did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.

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