Kolara Tira Morta

[Kolara Tira Morta]

Kolara Tira Morta

Who do you work for?:

Nobody.

Theme song:

I Put a Spell on You - Jay Hawkins

Physical/Psychological Description:

Kolara stands at about 5'10", with black eyes and thick, long dreadlocks. She seems unfazed by time, as her go-to outfit for centuries has been a corset and skirt of rags, filthy from the outside. She is always barefoot, always smiling, and often carries an apple that she carves with her own hunting knife. Kolara is kind on the outside, but on the inside, something darker lurks.

Playby :

Naomie Harris as Tia Dalma

Age:

Unknown, 25 years in appearance.

Gender:

Female

Race:

The Gods Made Me An Amazon [swamp]

Height:

5’10”

Weight:

150 pounds

What is it you're looking for?:

Anything at all

Hooking up?:

Single

Class::

My Profession Is Witch [voodoo magic]

Statistics:

The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 14 (+2)
Intelligence: 12 (-2)
Wisdom: 18 (+2)
Charisma: 16

Abilities:

Innate: Darkness Falls [Raven Familiar]
Pain Synthesis lvl 1

Use Poison ($50)

Night Eye ($50)

Heal ($50)

Haunting Vision ($50)

Sin Sight ($50)

Speak lvl 3 ($50)
Total: $300, $50 remaining

Weapon(s):

A small doll in the likeness of a certain person, or with an attached essence of a certain person. Most people refer to these dolls as ‘voodoo dolls.’

Transportation:

None

Disposition to the Law:

Neutral

Alignment:

Evil

Phobias:

Starvation

Obsession:

Cannibalism

Vice:

Gluttony

Virtue:

Kindness

Background:

They said her mother was a witch from the Islands, and that her father was half-man, half-goat: The type of devil you meet up with in old horror stories or nursery rhymes gone bad.

They said that when she was born, the red night sky cracked with rusted lightning and started pouring out big droplets of black-rain, that her mother's hellish screams tore out of her throat and down the bayou.

They said she came out with gnarled teeth, and that her black eyes were already empty--devoid of the things that made a human a human, a person a person, a soul a soul.

The town gossips whispered about how her aunt found her a day after she was born, still caked with birth, and screaming murder, purple fists balled up, mouth wide, aching to be fed. Face bloody from trying to latch onto something, anything that would fill the terrible wrenching in her newborn gut.

The police talked for years, after that, about the state of the mother's body when they came to pick it up, about how the child had bitten into the breast when it didn't give anything, how the corpse's fingers were locked on the back of the child's head, how the child had tried to nurse from the wounds she'd made, how the child had tried to consume her. When people offered Belladonna Pomme condolences over her dead sister, they couldn't keep their curiosities from rearing their ugly heads.

"An' how's dat baby, Belladonna?"

All Belladonna could say was, "She eats real good."


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"De funny t'ing about human flesh is. . ." She checked over her shoulder to look at the woman. Her captive had snuck onto her property, one of those reporter types to dig up gossip about the "alleged" witch. Ya must notta read de signs, up dis way," Kolara had said when she spotted the reporter, "Dey say, 'no trespasseen'. Ya can't read, chil'e?"
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Her feet were propped on the table in front of her, the piano version of Fur Elise wavering over the speakers of her beaten-up radio. The rain hadn't quit pouring yet. "It tas'e just like po'k. When mi was younga, zeen, mi offen foun' myself wond'rin' what a human look like cooked. Did it look like chicken? O' maybe it look mo'e like beef. But mi tell you, child, it look and tas'e just like po'k. Dey call it de long-pig, in some places. Human even soun' like po'k when you stab it, wit' dey squealin' an' dey fuckery in de heata dey agony. Dis fascinate-ion, infatuate-ion, got stronga."She'd long-since turned back to the apple that she sliced, slowly slipping slivers of its white meat into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully, lost completely in the fizzing 'crrch' of her hunting knife shoving through the skin and porous insides. The sweet, ripe smell.

Kolara chewed with her mouth open, flashing her full set of file-sharpened, jagged teeth in a crooked smile as she spoke. The blade in her right hand flashed in the fluttering candlelight, the metal still moving gracefully through the apple balanced between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. "Mine Gran' taught me dat if you eat de hea't of a beast befo'e it stop beatin', you gain all dey powa."

Rustling came from behind her. She lifted her head to get a look at the female again. The reporter's nostrils flared, tears leaking down her face, blood cracking the corners of her mouth where the rope chaffed against the skin, body quivering. "Don' get upset, sis'ren. Mi let you have a tas'e. An' if it deat' you worried about. Well, we all got ouwa time. C'est la vie."

Kolara stood, the legs of her chair scratching against the floor, sending up a squelch. Bare feet padded against the floor as she approached. The brown-haired woman crouched in front of the chair the other female was tied to, studied her expression, leaned in to take some of her hair in her hand and smell it.

"You t'ink dey gon' come lookin' for you?" Her eyes flashed. Kolara grinned. "Oh, you got hope, salty-face sis'ren?" Her tone was bemused. Her elbow rested against her knee; dirty fingers dug against the apple, bruising the flesh, juices splattering down between her legs. The apple bobbed in her hand, a steady pace, grip remaining tight. She leaned herself back so she could see the crying girl, then tapped the tip of the knife against her knee, watched her recoil.

"People, dey go missin' in de swamp all de time. Nobody gon' come lookin' for you, salty-face."


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"Beware of strangers bearing apples."
--Occult Estoerica

Zodiac Sign:

Leo

Do you have what the vamps like?:

O Negative

[Yoya DuSang]

Approved, Enjoy Your Hunt