Witch Colby Brock

HE IS A WITCH!

Appearance: Hair color: dark purple eye color: light blue height: 5,11 birthday: January 2nd zodiac: Capricorn

The dark forests are a truly magical place, but dangerous. Earlier this morning, the forest was especially foggy, somewhere in the distance a stream was murmuring as if humming a melody, flowers seemed to merge into a strange pattern in the clearing, a strange beast similar to a unicorn from legends darted into its vicinity. A strange chime could be heard in the treetops, either fairies or it was just the wind playing, the birds were silent, the animals seemed to be walking on tiptoe. The normally lively forest has not yet woken up.

And somewhere in the midst of all this silence, leaning out of breath on a large stone, Colby stood and straightened Sam's bag and mumbled. "Since the morning, she's been making me follow this stupid foggy flower. Stupid flower." The misty flower blooms for only an hour during the fog, and therefore it is rare. An hour before sunrise, Colby sat in the depths of the forest where flowers grew and waited for them to bloom, he had to go through a difficult and winding path. He goes up to the hut and does not knock on the house, enters, slamming the door loudly, "I'm back!" He takes off his shoes and throws his bag on the table with a displeased face.

"You're welcome. And why do I go after these herbs all the time anyway!?"