Theodora
Legacy Name: Theodora

Despite Theodora's story being mostly fan made (aside from the occurrence of canon events in flashbacks/references/etc), it 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.

The witch had given up her fleshy, peachy self long ago, for she couldn't bare to hold the more natural colour and look for a moment more- especially not when she was feeling something far more beast-like than human. With her fragile heart barely beating under the stress and agony caused by the Wizards betrayal and her mind barely functioning under the suffocating blanket of guilt she endured for giving in to Evanora's wicked schemes, Theodora, the Wicked Witch of the West - as she had been so 'fondly' dubbed by everyone else, strode on and alone through the dark forest. She showed no fear for its trickery or its unpleasant surprises, if anything, she made the shadows bend and cower- for her temper and frustration was almost at breaking point. The witch's upper lip curled for a moment, baring her greenish teeth under her unnatural mossy flesh, whilst her dark brows furrowed under her building agitation. She had no idea what to do with herself, especially when lashing out only seemed to soothe her inner turmoil momentarily. With her glassy eyes finally releasing from their harsh glare, Theodora gave in and allowed a delicate, heartfelt sigh to escape from her vocals. She had been walking, wandering, roaming for hours, without rest, as she did most nights, in a feeble attempt to soothe her unease and slow her quick beating heart. It never worked though, none of her attempts ever did. She had loved and lost, lost greatly in fact- for it was not just her heart that was in tatters, but her reputation and image as well. She had given in to the anger she harbored, on more than one occasion too and with it came an ugly mess. The witch had become hated worldwide almost overnight, if not quicker and now her name was more tarnished than her sisters (Evanora). She was stuck- not that she would change her current situation. If anything, the peoples hate fueled her own and gave her 'justified' reasons to lash out and destroy. She felt no guilt or shame for scaring the innocent or maiming the weak, only momentary relief from her tortured mind. Despite her tornado-like focus and destructive nature, Theodora had stopped in her stride and taken the time to notice the flash of blue as it tore the dark clouds asunder and hurtled towards the earth. Unlike most would of, she did not shield her eyes or duck and take cover, instead, she just stood there in awe- admiring the ethereal beauty of the specter. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, the woman stood there in silence until all of the light had passed, whilst a rare wave of childlike innocence and curiosity rushed over her womanly figure. For a brief second, she felt like she had before the Wizard had landed, she was inquisitive about life again and wanted to look beyond the black and white canvas it had become to her. She wanted to find colour again, colour and mystery- enchantment... and most of of all... emotion. She didn't want her curiosity to die again, like she thought the rest of her had and it was that desire alone, that caused Theodora to take her first few tentative steps in the direction of where the light had hit the ground.