Name: Morticia Corvid
Age: Late thirties
Height: Six feet, four inches.
Weight: Two hundred and ninety pounds.
Race: Witch.
Occupation: Novelist and peddler of penny-curses, enchanted foodstuffs, and hexes.
Hobbies: Family. Spiders. Anything black. Baking. Trashy romance novels. Mothering.
Dislikes: The sun. Holier-than-thou types. Camping. Swearing. Bad bargains.
Morticia is a mysterious entity who is motivated by the macabre side of life; poetry about death and decay, morbid imagery of beauty and survival, and creatures that inspire fright and revulsion all appeal to Morticia, and she is unashamed to admit any of it. She lives alone in a modest mansion atop a hill, over-looking the town that she grew up in, one furnished with some modern amenities in addition to more fantastic ones. She is well known by her neighbors as a 'witch' though is largely considered a benevolent kind, even if people look at her suspiciously whenever travelers and tourists go missing or some of the orphan kids disappear around the trail leading to her home~.
It is oft wondered among those who know her whether Morticia has the scary witch powers that use things like eye of newt and bubbling cauldrons that she is accused of having, the answer 'probably'. She does make a living selling penny-curves and hexes to her customers after all, but the sort of malfeasance that is so minor that it can be difficult to tell if it was her doing or something else. She also deals in magical foodstuffs such as poisoned apples, glamour-cookies, swelling cupcakes, and such with much more obvious effects but can just be accreditted to alchemy or chemistry depending on who is observing her. Her figure is all natural, and her flaunting outfits are more a rebellion against a stiffling, conservative society than it is an expression of sexuality and attention.
Hosted a Halloween party on the 13th of October, 2019 in Motel 3. She considers it a rousing success!
A work in progress by SugarySweetAlts productions~.