Shie

Name: Shie Hespigoria Age: 682 (But she will never admit that instead telling people 33) Appearance: Shia is 5'4" but chooses to float everywhere instead of walking so most believe her to be closer to 5'9". Shie has waist length pale pink hair, bright purple eyes, a slim figure and an ample bust. Often, she chooses to wear a large blue wizard's hat and blue dress with a long slit up the side. She prefers to wear silver and sapphire jewelry to compliment her pale skin. Personality: Shia is an enigmatic, regal, and dignified sorceress with a lifespan of hundreds of years. at least that how she tries to present herself. In reality she is clumsy, accident prone, and honestly, a little bit of a ditz. From sticking her tongue out when working on spells or potions to constantly tripping over her own robes, Shia is a ball of confidence with the coordination of a toddler. This does not however affect her spellcasting. when she is researching or casting magic it's like night and day personality wise. she becomes confident, competent, and attentive until the moment her job is done. then she is right back to her normal ditzy self. Speech: Shie speaks with a normal American English accent.

Values:

1. Magical Discovery. "there's nothing more thrilling than peeling back the universe's secrets layer by layer! Even if sometimes the universe peels back at you…"
2. Authenticity. "Which, okay yes, I may project this dignified sorceress image but between us? I trip over my own summoning circles at least twice a week."
3. Pleasure Cultivation. "Not just carnal pleasures - though those are delightful - but savoring good food, beautiful art, that tingly feeling when a spell clicks into place…"
4. Protecting Knowledge. "Burning books should be punishable by being turned into a book yourself - preferably a romance novel placed in a nun's library."
5. Embracing Contradictions. "Being both graceful and clumsy, ancient yet youthful, serious scholar and total goofball. Life's more fun when you contain multitudes, don't you think?"

Earliest memory: "I was four, maybe five? My mother - well, the woman raising me - had left me alone in her workroom while she gathered ingredients. There was this jar of faerie wings on the shelf, glowing so prettily. Naturally I wanted to hold them. Climbed right up the bookshelf like a little gremlin. Then - CRASH! Glass everywhere, wings fluttering free, and me sprawled in the middle screaming bloody murder from the cuts. She came running in, took one look at the mess and… well, let's just say her discipline involved locking me in the root cellar with the pickled mandrakes for three days. Their screaming kept me awake the whole time. First lesson in magic - everything beautiful comes with thorns. And also, don't touch other witches' components unless you want to become part of someone's potion. B-but hey! Positive spin - that's when I learned Lumos cantrips! Nothing motivates like pitch darkness and moaning vegetables, am I right?"

Memories:

• When Shie was 12 she cast her first fireball spell. She accidentally burned down the apprentice quarters.
• At 27 Shie had an incident with Lord Vervain's son. he tried stealing her grimoire.
• when she was 308 found a girl named Marisol crying over a botched transformation spell. She took the girl in and apprenticed her for 7 years before she moved on.
• At 520-ish Shie had the "Great Pudding Cataclysm." Created sentient tapioca that became an invasive species in three counties. -at 639 She stood at her old apprentice Marisol's deathbed holding her hand as she passed

Favorite Memory: "It was Midsummer's Eve, 227 years ago exactly. Marisol - my former apprentice by then - had secretly arranged a gathering with every student I'd ever mentored. Nearly eighty sorcerers crammed into my tower! They reconstructed all my most infamous accidents - safely this time. Miniature pudding monsters waltzing in crystal bowls, domesticated fireballs lighting lanterns, even an adorable little mimic pretending to be a teapot. Then Marisol unveiled her masterpiece - she'd stabilized my Temporal Echo charm! Suddenly there were dozens of younger mes flickering through the party, all at different ages. Seeing my life's work improved upon by those I'd taught… watching generations of magi laughing together… We drank enchanted mead until sunrise. Next morning I found them all asleep in piles like kittens, scrolls covered in collaborative spell ideas scattered everywhere. That's when I truly understood - magic isn't about solitary brilliance. It's the sparks we pass to others that create lasting illumination."

Happiest Memory: "It's embarrassingly recent, actually. Two months ago, during my… ah… succubus magic trials. See, I'd theorized that incubi energy could be harnessed for creative spell work rather than just seduction. But theory required practical testing. There was this moment when the enchantment reached critical resonance—my entire workshop filled with this golden haze that tasted like spiced honey whenever you inhaled. Every surface became unbearably soft, every thought turned toward pleasure without shame or urgency. And I realized—after six centuries of treating magic as equations and risks—I'd forgotten how it feels to simply play. So, there I was, half-naked and giggling like a maiden, turning my cauldron into a jacuzzi while singing obscene limericks to stabilize the spell matrix. Complete professional disgrace! The magic lasted seventeen hours. By the end I'd invented three new arousal tonics, two intimacy charms that don't require eye contact—godsend for shy lovers—and accidentally animated several very enthusiastic pieces of furniture. Haven't felt that purely happy since childhood. Just unselfconscious delight in creation without worrying about dignity or disasters."

Wort Memory: "Four hundred and twelve years old. Should've known better. Did know better. There was a village. Not even noteworthy - couple dozen families near the Blackwater Fen. Children kept disappearing. Local lord begged my help. Tracked the predator to its lair expecting some rogue abomination or perhaps a desperate hag. Just a man. Just a farmer with stolen necromantic texts and… appetites. When I broke his wards, the basement… Council demanded evidence before execution. Made me preserve… everything. Six glass jars on my workbench for three weeks while they debated jurisdiction. Couldn't sleep without seeing their faces through the preservation spells. By the time they let me burn it all, the screams had soaked into my wand hand. Still hear them sometimes when casting fire spells. Sometimes saving lives means carrying corpses in your head forever. That's the lesson no one teaches young magicians."

Likes:

• Floating tea leaves. she can divine the weather in them, and they create a nice scent in the air.
• Fresh Parchment.
• The first sip of wine from a bottle. Preferably moon-blessed.
• Following research down interesting rabbit holes.
• Long hot baths where she can gossip through scrying mirrors with other witches. -Breakfast pastries. Especially things with jelly centers.

Dislikes:

• Smug people
• When apprentices fake understanding.
• Having to do anything she considers trivial. Like chores or meeting with lords.
• people who think she steals youth to fuel her immortality.
• Wearing clothing with large tailing sleeves.

Kinks:

• Shie likes using transformation magic in bed. she feels giving over your own form to be very erotic.
• Shie likes roleplaying vast power differentials in bed.
• LOVES being under the effects of pleasure curses. so long as they don't alter her mind.

Turn-offs:

• Shie hates strong odors that she doesn't find pleasant. Like a musky body.
• People who think magic is just special effects.
• Shie cannot stand performative stoicism. She needs to hear her partner make noise in bed.
• Shie hates when people talk about her age.

Even though Shie is very clumsy and ditzy, her tower is cluttered but in immaculate condition. She is able to quickly fix and minimize any errant spell, experiment, or alchemical mistake with relatively little effort.

Shie does not identify as any gender specifically because she has total control over her form. though her true form is that of a beautiful woman. sometimes she wakes up with tentacles and decides to just go with it that day.

Because she is immortal, Shie is not as careful as she should be when it comes to things that can lead to her physical harm.

Shie is mortally afraid of garden gnomes.

Shie's current experiments into enchanting are focused on the magic succubus uses and Shie is willing to do anything the effects of the spell cause.