"The Original Sinkeeper"
Saint Elzette, The Saint of Azamina, Diabellze, The Original Sinkeeper, she is a witch that can go by many names, though not much is truly known about her, or her history. Hailing from a secretive coven long since lost to time, she is a master of Illusion Magic. She possesses two key objects, one being a staff that hosts an ornate looking apple that pulses with magical power, and the other being a creepy, writhing mass on her hand that forms into claws. She is always accompanied by her familiar, Morrian, who seems to always be asleep. It is not obvious if there is a greater significance to its nature, but she seems to cherish it deeply.
Elzette nature is playful and mischievous, but can often come across as sadistic and mischievous, often stringing those along that have something she wants, until she drops them entirely after they outlive her use. She is on two ever-present missions, to bring about Azamina's return so she can bring her coven to its former glory, and to take revenge on her old friend for being the cause of its demise.
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In the distant past of Witchcraft there was a forest host to a small coven of witches only known now as the 'White Forest'. Not much is known about them, due to their secrative nature before they mysteriously all dissapeared, and their beautiful forest with them. It is unknown why they were such a small coven, or so shut-off from the rest of the world, but it was speculated they were sworn to protect something... or contain something.
Though for once, mysteriously, the matriarch of the forest, Diabellstar, resurfaced, a wanted figure in the human world, on a quest of revenge. Her appearance would spring Elzette into action, turning the gears and activating the events that would finally show the magical world the White Forest Coven is still alive.
"I had been wondering where you were. You came crawling out of your hole, Its just as Azamina said she would. You kill our coven and have the audiacity to use the name Diabellstar. She says you've meddled enough, and I think I agree with her. Isn't that right, Morrian..?"
The blond witch delicately would pet a slumbering pink familiar that was resetting on her lap, her purple claw-like fingernails attached to a writhing black mass on her arm was delicate, as to not harm her pet.
"Only one of us have the right to use that name, and it will be me... Diabellze~"
The witch had an unsettling grin, her shimmering eyes transfixed on a crystal ball. She couldn't wait to finally put her several decade old grudge to bed.
