Sarah Blake

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Description
Retired. Character can be made available upon request to those capable of tracking her down. When you're a young girl growing up in the shadow of Darkmist, the last thing you need is magic in your life. At a tender age, Sarah saw her mother taken from her by the crowd, watched as she was bound hand and foot, a sack-cloth bag tossed over her head. She cried out shrilly for them to stop, until they nearly took her as well. She can still remember her father's big, strong hands clamped over her mouth as he tried to keep her from getting herself killed. She can still remember those warm, sweaty fingers over her eyes. He thought she couldn't see, but she peeked between his fingers. She saw as her mother was strung up by her ankles from the branch of a gnarled and ancient tree. She remembers her mother's last words, called out in defiance against the cruelty of her neighbors. "This isn't the end! I'll be back! And I'll make each and every one of you pay!" She doesn't remember what came after that, though. The poor little girl fainted. Later in life, as an adult, Sarah was shocked to discover that she had a magical talent of her own. Although they say Darkmist is kinder and gentler towards witches these days, she'll never trust that. Not after what she's seen. She needs to get control over her talents before they lead her to follow in her mother's footsteps. Or, better yet, maybe she can find a way to get rid of them altogether. Sooner or later I'll write something evocative here. Tell friendly. Non-con bondage is a favorite. Ladies preferred. Happy hunting.
Player:	Poor Little Witch Girl
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Human