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28 January 1967
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CLAIMED SCENT: Hexennacht: The Night of the Witches. In the Teutonic calendar, April 30, not October 31, was the night that the witches congregated to celebrate their Work through ecstatic dance, wild music and revelry. The witches fêted with spirits, fairies, and a bevy of otherworldy creatures atop Brockenberg peak in the Harz region of Germany, where they lit an enormous bonfire and cavorted naked until midnight... at which point they donned their robes, boarded their brooms, flying rams and sacred goats, scooped up their cat familiars, and sped off into the night. In later days, it was believed that on this night the witches conjured the devil, who would then select one of them for his bride. This perfume is the scent of the witches' revel: German fir and forest herbs, incense and bonfire smoke, infernal flora, glowing amber, and the wet, glimmering scent of skin warmed by dance.

NAME: Sylvia Thorn

AGE: 41

GENDER: Female

OCCUPATION: Carny; sells potions, charms, curses (herbalist/witch)


Syl's childhood was spent in an industrial town, a place choked with smog and pollution and soot. Her parents weren't abusive so much as they were indifferent; Syl and her siblings were left pretty much to fend for themselves from the time they could walk. By age 7, Syl was working in a factory for 12 hours a day. By age 12 she was living on her own in a cramped room she bought with her wages. By age 14, when the carnival passed by, it was less about the grass being greener on the other side than the fact that there was fucking GRASS.

Syl originally signed on as a kootch girl, dancing for the rubes. She was pretty enough to bring the marks in, and she enjoyed the dancing if not the attention. But it wasn't long before the howls and sweaty fumbles were boring her, and she started looking for some other way to make her living. That was when she started digging up information about witchcraft.

There was a book, originally, that she found lying around the carnival grounds. Then an herb witch she consulted with when the Carnival passed through her town. When the witch told her that the spells and charms would only work if she believed in them, Syl shrugged, "Fine, then. I believe." And she does, though not in any romantic way. For her, witchcraft and Wicca are a means to an end rather than a spiritual calling; she enjoys making spells and charms, the power that comes when she lays them on another, and she needs to believe for them to work. So she believes. Belief, to her, is a tool like any other.

Syl is tall for a woman at around 6 feet, but is whipcord thin. When playing "witch" for the marks she speaks low and seductive and refined. Otherwise she curses like a sailor, snaps and speaks a rough city jargon that some have trouble understanding. Tough as old leather, she is harsh and abrasive to most people, but dig beneath that leather and there's a heart hidden under. She babies the aging gelding who draws her wagon, and has a soft spot for the younger girls around the Carnival (including Zann, Hope, Faith and Genny). She also had a relationship with Tez a few years back, though neither of them like to talk about it much. And she loves being outside, no matter what the weather.

Syl is a very mercenary person and has no qualms about selling deadly poisons or curses to her customers. Money's money, no matter where or who it comes from. But she will not sell anything deadly or powerful (including true love charms) to those in the carnival. You don't shit where you eat, and you don't fuck with your family.

STRENGTHS: One hell of a knife fighter, herbalist, creates potions and charms including love spells, curses, wards, poisons, truth spells, and most other things people ask for. She's accumulated a small collection of books, but she's also very good at improvising when called on to do so. She is also a talented dancer, and while she doesn't dance for the marks anymore she enjoys doing so in the course of rites or spells.

WEAKNESSES: Has trouble getting along with people, can be amoral, doesn't think of the consequences when she hands her spells over, never asks for help even in a life-or-death situation, major control freak.

This is a character for the role-playing game Excolo. The scent "Hexennacht" is purely the property of Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and God bless them for creating it. Character represented by Caterina Murino and occasionally by the ballet dancer Giulia Piolanti, both of whom are owned by nobody that I know. The character of Sylvia Thorn is the creation and property of me, jasmine_koran.