About me: Name: Hazel Wormwood
Age: RUDE! But 120 (Looks to be in her late 30s)
Occupation: Swamp Witch
Height: 10 feet
Hair Color: Varies
Powers: Swamp Magic (Water, Mud, curses, and other magic!)
Dream: To fill her belly with as many cute boys and girls as possible, but otherwise be left alone.
Bio: Hazel is an exiled witch for her old covenant. She got her revenge by overpowering and devouring her former allies whole (and alive). She set out to the swamps to live the rest of her life, devouring anyone foolish enough to approach her with 100% success. Do you wish to change that? -licks her lips-
||- Hello,I promise I ain't a rude guy or anything outside of RP. But I know people can't always handle a smart-mouth bad talkin' person! Even if it is RP.That's why during the banter, I give a little taste of what to experience. Hope it ain’t too much, if it is I’ll tone it down. If I’m not using (||-), then I am going to be in character. And I like to be in character most of the time. ! So please don’t take offense to the words of Dante Primo. It’s only Roleplay, of course. ^^ And I'm look'n forward to one with you, whether we Discuss it or Wing it. -|| Red = Spanish
"“" Que Carajo...? The hell do we have here? You wandered yo' ass into this hood with all the confidence in the world. Not knowin' what the f*** you might've just walked into. -Takes a drag of his rolled a
up spliff, allowing fumes to exit through his nostrils instead of his lips.; Don't think sh*t gonna be sweet because yo' ass fat and your face pretty. That's gonna get you but so far. First off, This is not home! Or a goddamn vacation spot.. Where sh*t ain't nice and yo' feelin's would get hurt. So grow a pair or get the hell out of here. You don't know what could happen here, the types of f***in events or incidents that take place here. The fact that you wandered into my domain tells me you looking for someone or something. And you seem like the hardheaded type. Just my luck. If you could lay low and shut up, things can go smooth with your own cut on sh*t. Llámame neblina. Empecemos con la mierda. ".
Llámame neblina. Empecemos con la mierda. = call me Haze Let's start with the sh*t.
His forehead slammed on the hood of a cop car, sighing out of exhaustion and frustration. He took a deep breath, and got back on the PA system "....So how many have you eaten? Because each one is a jail sentence."
