Which Dark Magik Character Are You?
You've read the text. Now the text reads you. Though the answer might be bleak, you must embrace your new physique. So, answer true and answer brave, to find ahead, a future paved.
What is your ideal bond with a magical familiar?
A magical familiar is NOT a beastie. Nor is it a friend. It is not essentially good. But its bond is iron and so heavy.
Which night would you choose to embrace your powers?
In the night's shadows your savvy crouches, then leaps. It kills the sleeping giant. It maims the widowed shrew. It is screaming!
Who would you ask out to Dodd's party?
Everyone is asking who you'll have. Dodd needs to plan accordingly. Who nudges your nethers? Who mounts your mons. Who gapes at your gallows?
What would you dress as for Dodd's party?
This is no time to be shy! Let your Savvy shine as bright as Dodd's twinkling brooch. Strap on a tail, glitter your pelt, blush your bosom, trim your bush.
Who is to blame?
Tell us.
Angelo Harris
You wicked man. She's onto you, you know. How dare you soil this school with your gnarled paw, and your punishing pupile.
Minerva
Mitus. Mitochondria. Mentle. Milkweed. You go by many names. Thrust into the sky upon the back of the great avian Bol, you gracefully flexed your foremost to and clenched. Hard. Now you stand upon stars with a great task ahead. A terrible task ahead. A terrible greatness you are. Your dentae see all when eyes are blind.
Windlewire Tao
A tortured poet. Your slender body seamlessly slips through seams in the fabric of spectral scopes. The twine of your figureless figure and the aquiline slope of your visage makes you an irresistible intruder upon the loins of our fair ladies.
Bertus Bubble
Your bulb is filled with sound. From your loose hoop flows a geyser of your pregnant tones. Your primordial spout coats the halls with an aural aroma. It is most sweet. Keep teaching-- we love you Maester Bubble!
Mageester Bol
Man turned bird. Your flesh walls contain urgent truths. Your back saddles the ripening runts of tomorrow. Your hollow bones allow for a corporeal exodus most avian. Knocking on virgin doors, you are bridge and carriage. You flit on the wind with one eternal message: Welcome home.
Tenders Wilkers
"A pruned face glared at the little boy with an evil eye. Madame Wilkers was sunk in her cushioned throne. Her scabby scalp sprouted a natty nest of stiff yarns. A beetle here and there found its home among the greased follicles."
A surface level take for such a complex and terrible beauty. But we know your essence, and it's sweeter than corn.
Dodd Dalbodoor
Jackpot. ooo bazinga! Mr. Rotund Rhinestone. Ser of Sass.
Tonya Boyd-Cannon
Powerhouse Head Maestress of Sectus Dirterotus.
Iris
A flick of the wrist, a head like a wisp.
Grute
Weaver
Yorgul Myrtle
Bin Tin
Lin Tin
Gil Lin
Lor'und'ead
Regret Lamore
Vinegar Lewis
Malone Sweeney
Oleksandr
Vert Wys
Rigoberta Shivers
Oleg
