<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Uf9VJp.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Bridgette Alderman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=348080.msg16377488#msg16377488)</em><br/><strong>Main Progeny Crystal:</strong><em>Geist</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Simple blouse and skirt combo with matching thigh high stockings<br/><strong>HP:</strong><em>55/55</em><br/><strong>EP:</strong><em>55/55</em><br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>1500</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Dorm room/Triumvirat Villa, Echeveau</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Prospective Crystelia Coven Members |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Bridgette nibbled at her lower lip as she worked on her latest essay, this one about all the various reasons the first World War started.  It had been simply fascinating to learn about but now she had to write up, "in her own words", the details she'd spent hours reading about.  Such a pain, but that was the price of being in college.  You had to do unpleasant things, like listen to lectures that you didn't sign up for because they were now required to even attend.  What utter rubbish.  Still, she got to learn about the thing she was actually passionate about, so it wasn't all bad.<br/><br/>She'd started on the part about political tensions and economics when she'd heard the strangest thing.  A chime, like that of a bell, echoing around her.  When she looked up there wasn't a thing to suggest the source of it, at first.  Then she'd noticed something, a black speck on the wall in front of her that hadn't been there moments before.  Then that speck grew and grew, opening into a swirling maw of light and sound, swallowing her as she screamed in fright.  Then darkness.<br/><br/>Finally she opened her eyes and she was standing with several other young women within some fantastical looking location, immediately wishing she'd at least been wearing flats before this.  The incongruity of her thought combined with the setting brought a near hysterical giggle out of her before she could even hope to stop it.  That left her blushing in embarrassment, feeling like an utter fool.  What a great first impression to make on these people, whoever they were.<br/><br/>Everything seemed to stop for a moment when they were all presented with the wands.  She only half listened as she looked at one in particular, its body made of ebony, the hardwood polished but aged looking, with a purple crystal set upon the top framed in silver, similarly antique in appearance but well cared for.  She had no idea what made her take it, some desire she had no name for perhaps, but it felt like it was made for her hand the moment it was within her grasp.  A small smile graced her lips as she held it up, so the light gleamed in the crystal beautifully.  This was hers, there was no doubt in her mind.<br/><br/>"The power to protect from the shadows, to be the fear that strikes at the heart of evil," she whispered, the phrase having danced through her mind.  "Yes.  I accept."