SCULLARK

FEEL THE RUSH, NOW YOU'RE ONE OF US

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For as long as she could remember, she had always enjoyed being in the limelight. Looking out towards those with smiles on their faces as she performed some act of entertainment. Even if it was simply the plush animals she sat in seats, she loved an audience, she craved an audience. She was talented, she knew it. But she needed the world to know it. So she made a decision. To become one of those women that the younger girls looked up to. She would take the stage, the walkway, whatever platform; and shine bright enough to illuminate the walkway for the next generations to follow. And Khepri would stop at nothing until she obtained it.
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After begging and pleading, her parents enrolled her in a school for the performing arts. Alongside her reading, writing, and arithmetic, there were classes that focused on artistry, skills, and talents. The workload was heavy, but she refused to fall behind. All around her, her classmates came from well-off families. They had an edge. They had money she didn't have access to. And it only took a second to realize you would need money to make it here. So, she began manipulating the weaker minded. The boys who found her attractive with dollars in their pockets waiting to be blown. She used them. The instructors, she fabricated believable stories that would give her time on assignments. And best of all, she took to spells and hexes.
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While studying for a role, Khepri fell in love with the stories of witches and their deeds. Even as a young girl, she always believed magic existed. So having a seemingly endless supply of witch stories only furthered her notion that magic, was as real as she herself was. So, spells were cast. To ensure her performances went swimmingly. Hexes to handicap the others. But it wasn't enough.
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She manipulated harder. Casts spells of more vicious potency. Grabbing all the needed materials and laying them in circles about her dorm room floor. She couldn't fail! It just wasn't an option! That's when it happened. A voice called forth. Promising her everything she wanted. For the price of her allegiance to a higher being. Without a second thought, she agreed. However, the voice tested her loyalty. She had to provide sacrifices. A no-brainer. So, while on vacation, Khepri returned home. And from there, she provided two... rather un-willing... sacrifices to the higher being.
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Power was granted. Power to make the competition... disappear, if need be. To make anyone disappear. This was the edge she deserved. She was unbeatable. She had the skill, the body, the face, and the magic. The world was her oyster, and she planned to snatch every pearl viable from it.
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• Of English, Egyptian, and French descent.[break]
• Speaks with a twinge of a British accent.[break]
• Had been dancing and modeling since she was a toddler. Picked up a love for witchcraft soon after.[break]
• Wanted nothing more than have her skills recognized, and to perform for the masses.[break]
• Gave up all that was asked for the ability and power to become the best.[break]
• Began "lessening" her competition with her newfound power.[break]
• Will stop at nothing to maintain on top.