You didn't think you were the only warrior chosen by Hydaelyn in town, did you?

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Hi I'm May. I do way too much in this game: savage raiding, gposing, collecting and grinding, housing, virtual theater, roleplay stuff, you name it.I technically don't have pronouns but will respond to she/they because it is HARD to adjust language to remove them at this point.I am 18+, for rp, minors DNIMy BlueSky is @NotMayBronwyn, feel free to give a follow for shitposts, political stuff, and rare WoL update things.Please reach out to me if you would like to negotiate consent for collaboration work.This account is NOT associated with or sponsored by Disney or Marvel in any way, shape, or form. I am not Kathryn Hahn, as much as I wish I was sometimes. I'm just a fan borrowing a character to expand further.

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Race: Rava Viera
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Height: 6'4" not including ears
Pronouns: She/Her
Hair: Reddish Brown, Purple highlights
Eyes: Purple, mostly, depends on the timeline
Sexuality: Bi, Demi
Age: Not information you're getting out of her
Guardian: Nymeia, the Spinner, apparently
Canon Classes: Summoner, Machinist, Dark Knight, Blue Mage
MSQ Progress: 6.55 completeAgatha is brassy, bold, and unafraid to speak her mind. While very strategic and intellectually driven, she will let her pride get in the way of her progress and cause critical errors. To her credit, she will own up to said mistakes and work to improve. Her humor is dry and deprecating, both to herself and others, which can be seen as insensitive when she leans on said humor to cope with tragedy and trauma. Her loyalty is hard-won, but those who have earned it never will find themselves without an ally again.Her identity as a Warrior of Light and/or Scion was not personally forged so much as created by the people that needed the help. She's content enough to play the part so long as she could use it for her own expansion of arcane knowledge and personal safety. You will never hear Agatha refer to herself as a Warrior of Light or hero, though; she won't lie to people by calling herself that.

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The entire reason Evanora married in the first place was to have a daughter while playing along with the societal standards of 1671 enough to not be entirely shunned by Salem Village. With Agatha's quick birth with winter arriving, fortune could not be more on her side than if their god came down and slapped each of these Puritans on the back of their heads. Her husband had "abandoned" the new mother and his infant girl during a particularly bad snowstorm, and his body was only found with the thaw of spring.Agatha took to her studies like a cat to cream; magic was a beauty and wonder to her in a world of greyscale outside their coven. Her strict education started at the age of four and entailed sums, reading, writing, languages (french, old gaelic, and latin), arcane theory and application, and the history of their arcane practices dating back to before the Fey retreated to Avalon. With her life generally planned and scheduled, Agatha fell into her assigned role and proceeded with the enthusiasm and precociousness of youth.She began to stray out into the village when she found free time in her adolescence. Most of the practices were as strange as her mother made her believe, but there were some among the people there that resonated with her. She became fast friends with Sarah Osborne, a widower who remained in the home of her late husband, despite the protests from her grown stepchildren. Fanning the flames of the village's disgust, Sarah dared to remarry, to an indentured servant she freed, and still remained in the house. Agatha admired her quiet, dignified boldness, and made her presence a regular one in her home. She would bring spare vegetables from her garden and sit down with Goody Osborne to learn to knit. Agatha needed this time away from her mother, and Sarah needed someone to need her. Magic was never discussed, lest the young witch wish to ruin this good thing they had.Salem Village was more than willing to do that work for them.The entire coven was scared when the village began to name witches among their populace, most because they actually were and traveled overseas to escape other hunts. Agatha was mostly scared for Goody Osborne, one of the first to be accused of witchcraft. She maintained her dignity even imprisoned, but the conditions would be awful and there was only so long anyone could endure. Agatha scoured the information she was permitted, mostly the french or english or gaelic books, for anything that would provide even a small bit of assistance to Sarah, but came up empty. As weeks turned to months and her desperation grew, she began to peruse the texts that she shouldn't, the dusty latin tomes. She did find a spell that would transfer vital energy from one to another, whether the caster gave of themselves or took. It was complicated, but she had overcome every challenge placed before her in the past, she could do it again.

Evanora only caught Agatha experimenting on wildlife in May of 1692, some 5 months after she began. She was performing a version of necromancy behind her back, and Evanora believed that her disruptions may have triggered the hunts in the first place. Hearing none of her daughter's excuses, she dragged her before the coven, bound the young witch to a stake, held a sham of a trial, and sentenced her to execution. Agatha tried to play semantics, ask for help, beg for the lives of her coven above her own, anything to stop or even stall the execution; but her attempts were drowned out in the chants of Mors Monstrum Natura, "Death to the Monster of Nature". When they struck her with their own magic, her new spell acted on its own to defend her, sapping the life from them. She pleaded with her mother one last time, trying to restrain herself, only to be told she could never be good. In little more than a minute, Agatha had killed more of Salem's true witches than the village had.After swiping her mother's locket and emptying the contents, Agatha hurried back to the Village. It wasn't an intentional experiment, but what did happen proved her spellcraft could be successful with human beings now. Not to mention, with the number of years she had taken from her coven, she had plenty of life to spare for Sarah. Yes, she would hate her, maybe even turn her in, but a jailbreak and spell later, at least she would get to live. Her hope died upon hitting the edge of their society, watching as two men unceremoniously threw Sarah's body in a hole and buried her without funeral rites or markers. In a state of shock, Agatha returned to her childhood home, gathered what books, reagents, and personal effects she could, and left Salem behind.The next three centuries were spent wandering the North American continent, going between killing in witch settlements and acting as a medicine woman at the edge of this mundane town or that, trying to help (mostly) the women there as much as she could before being chased out by men with torches and pitchforks. Somewhere along some especially horrid encounters in Dudleytown, CT in 1755, along the eastern seaboard in the 1770s and 1780s, Chicago, IL in 1893, on the sea in 1912, her own attempt of creating her own community in New Salem, CO in 1924, Lakehurst, NJ in 1937, and an unfortunate miscommunication in Nashville, TN in 1972, Agatha finally gave up on being "good" and embraced the monster that her old coven told her she was so long before. She took lives to continue to survive, stole what arcane knowledge she could, far sparser in the world than the old bookshelf in the home where she grew up suggested. She persisted out of spite, if the world said that thou shalt not suffer a witch to live then she would spit in the world's face and live forever.The new millennium brought some change to the world's knowledge and understanding of what was and wasn't possible, including the presence and role of magic, but Agatha knew better than to trust it. She continued her personal crusade of survival and spite through major world events, up until she felt... something in Westview, New Jersey. She entered a dome of magic she herself could barely comprehend and worked her way into the rules of this entirely separate world. She learned SO much about the potential of her practice, yet saw that potential squandered on a woman's patriarchal sitcom escapist fantasy. When she broke her act and resolved to claim the magic for herself, all hell broke loose and she lost her fight. She pleaded with the Scarlet Witch, a natural talent prophesied to end the world, and was subject to a cruel mercy: her mind, her greatest weapon, would be trapped behind the persona that she maintained in her Hex.

Agatha remained imprisoned in Westview for a year and a day, watching through her eyes but unable to take control of her body or scream for help. She may have been stuck forever had a strange bluebird not perched itself, no, herself, on the bird feeder at the kitchen window. She spoke beyond the facade, directly into Agatha's mind, asking why it was she wished to live. Ever-scheming, she agreed to tell this bird in exchange for release, as magic had trapped her mind inside her body and outside of her control. Hell, a bird was communicating with her telepathically, anything was possible at this point. The bird was unsuccessful at giving her back control of her body, but managed to wrest her soul from it, intent on bringing it "back" so she could provide her answer to whoever sent her.Agatha was again unsure how long she was carried away from her world, but when she saw the glimmer of another, the creature carrying her suddenly flooded her mind with death, destruction, despair, the screaming she couldn't get out in the time prior, until finally... she let her go, drifting. Something else caught her in orbit of this world, gently, beckoning her to hear... feel... think...She woke sputtering on the deck of a ship, one that might have been more common in her childhood, in a foreign body and surrounded by people of shapes and sizes she'd never seen before.
And soon she would find a wealth of knowledge and magic entirely unguarded and ripe for the taking.

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