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Wicked Witch of the West
Legacy Name: Wicked Witch of the West

The Graveyard Wyllop
Owner: Sorceress

Age: 11 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 8th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 8th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 12
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 0/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

Please note that my Wicked Witch of the West is based on mixture of various adaptations of her, from both the books and the onscreen/theatrical performances.

All information on Wicked Witch of the West's page is in template form and has not been spell/grammar checked (nor is it properly written). The information posted here is merely a shell to get me started, and to keep ideas in my mind.

Warning: Spoilers may be included on this page!

Despite Wicked Witch of the West's story being mostly fan made (aside from the occurrence of canon events in flashbacks/references/etc), it may/will contain possible spoilers from the original franchise, as it is a continuation of events from where things are left off in the original canon writing. It is advised that you do not read her story if you do not want to know of any spoilers that occur in the franchise.

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Omg, thank you SO much! :heart: :heart: You truly spoil me rotten! Thank you so, so much sweetie! *Hugs tight*

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She was a pretty little thing really, with her emerald cheeks graced by an almost ever present pinkish blush- which matched the pinkish blotch that constantly tinted her otherwise green belly (not that anyone could see that, however). Her dark eyes were lined by a rich, caramel-like beige, which was the most prominent on her half lulled lids, a remnant perhaps, of the more human pigment that should of been in place of the fiendish hue upon the witches supple skin. Her features were narrow and pointed, elegant almost, even in their elongated state- which matched her slender body and limbs. The woman was almost certain that the human had noticed her, as she noisily scurried away from his satchel and to the safety of a nearby tree trunk. Elphaba's skinny frame, all clad in black from head to toe, blended in wonderfully within the surrounding shadows and foliage (special thanks to her unique colouring, no doubt), even in the midst of the bright summer sun. Fortunately, the stranger was oblivious as ever, even with the pair of coal-like eyes peering out at him from just feet away. He had been distracted, just as the witch had been, but not by his own foreign presence however, but more the land around him- all of which he did not recognize and was clueless about. It wasn't the first time that the witch had laid eyes on such an obvious outsider, for she recalled her unpleasant run-in with Dorothy all too well. This time was different though and Elphaba found herself silently calculating outcomes and possibilities with her new potential 'friend'. If she could get to him first, before any of the other poisoned citizens of Oz, then maybe there was a chance of her learning the secret of 'world hopping' (so to speak) and ultimately that would mean, that there was a chance of her recovering those blasted ruby slippers once and for all. Elphaba was getting ahead of herself, however, for she had only just laid eyes on the mere mortal and his allegiance, as well as his intelligence, was still to be determined. She would have to play her entrance smoothly, giving her room to both manipulate and 'enchant' (not literally, mind you) the lone individual. After all, there was just no telling how he would react to her green skin and black attire. Elphaba wasn't exactly dressed to be welcoming, with her long, black, pointed hat and flowing black dress making her seem for a funeral- or Halloween, in the mortal realm, at best. With her long, hooked fingernails (all of which she had given up painting long ago) drumming almost silently upon the flaking bark, Elphaba contemplated her next move. One of them had to give the other away and she preferred the event to be without commotion- if possible.

As the witch continued to try and figure out the right way to approach the individual in her head and replayed countless outcomes in her minds eye, she was subjected to a unfamiliar and unpleasant sensation. Elphaba had been so absorbed in watching the man in front of her, that she had failed to remain vigilant- or consider the fact that he may not of been alone. Two heavy hands thundered upon each of her shoulders, weighing them down and engulfing them with a mighty grip- which made the witch freeze on the spot. "Boo…" a dark and throaty voice rolled to the woman's ear, almost raising the hair on the back of her neck. She had no idea what to expect, although the surprise would be greater for Elphaba's captor- considering her emerald skin and questionable powers. Her bony shoulders wriggled in the strangers grip, although she didn't put up much more fight than that, for she figured that she would rather see who she was facing then fire blindly. Her cat-like squirming allowed the man to feel just how thin and fragile his victim was and he hauled her away from the tree and mercilessly dragged her out and in to the open. She was almost skeletal in build and no real physical match for her attacker, although that didn't seem to make him harness his brute strength- nor did it stop him from executing every action as roughly as he could. With her dark green lips pursed and dark brows knitted together in a terrible scowl, Elphaba allowed herself to be tossed and mauled in an almost ragdoll like way. "Looks like you have an admirer!" Elphaba was presented to the man she had been spying on in an almost criminal way, which made the which tilt her head down and look to the ground for a moment, her actions imitating that of a scolded child. An admirer?! Really. As if /she/ was schoolgirlish enough to hide and secretly fawn over someone. "That stranger isn't even my type" she tried to silently convince herself, "and even if he was, which he /isn't/, I'm not interested in engaging in such silly activities or forming close bonds" she repeated over and over in her mind, whilst trying to remember why exactly she had been staring. 'The shoes... of course... he might know about them... or Dorothy' with her eyes narrowing and further thoughts pausing, Elphaba lifted her head slightly- so that she could glare at the person she had been watching (and not admiring) from under the brim of her large hat. The light did no favours for her green skin, for it glistened and nearly glowed in the bright summers sun- making her brighter than all of the grass and plants around. Her long nose poked out further than the edge of her tall, pointed hat, even as she lowered her dark eyes towards the ground once more. The woman's pursed lips remained tightly sealed and reluctant to open, even as the two men began to gawp and pass questioning glances between themselves as they released just how 'unique' their find was.

"Now who's admiring who?" Elphaba muttered, seizing the chance to turn her captors words back on himself. The younger of the two men (who was also the one not holding her) smiled at her words- clearly he had been entertained by her sharp tongue. Elphaba on the other hand, did not return his smile- especially not when her captor tightened his grip. "We are admiring nothing, snake" he warned, making his annoyance heard above all else. "That would be Snake, the 's' is capital- considering I am talking" the witch replied, surprisingly fast too- undeterred by the harsh hold he had upon her bony shoulders.
"What are you prattling on about?" he barked.
"You implied I was, or I am, rather, a snake. But I talk, wear clothes and move akin to a 'human'- so the the 's' in the word, would be capitalized- like Animal, not animal. I noticed you failed to do so, so I am simply correcting you".

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