My name is Karissa, I am 19 years old. I am a witch - the good kind - though I prefer to be called an Elementalist. I am engaged to the most wonderful person in the world. Her name is Pamela and I can't wait to spend forever with her. I also have a little sister named Emily, she is 16 years old.

I sold my soul to get my mom back, and I wouldn't change my decision, even if I was actually going to hell. Which I'm not. lucky me, picking the newbie.
My name is Karissa Demore and I am 15 years old. My parents died when I was four, and since then I've been on my own. Well, my aunt took care of me till I was 10, but then she died too. I dropped out of school and fled Canada after my ex best friend Mya turned out to be a creep. Now I'm traveling the states - which is hard when you don;t have a drivers licence - and hitting up bars. Thanks to my nifty fake Id, which is perfect - because I'm a witch, cool huh? - I don't get much hassle.

It had been a long day at work…

and she needed a drink. Too many guys grabbing her ass, so she stepped into the bar, shaking her coat off. She would have called Pam, but she just needed a good drink, maybe get drunk, or just tipsy.

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  1. almostuncontrollableflames reblogged this from lazarusholmes and added:
    "Will do." She waves, and heads out.
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    He nods, with a smile. “Alright, then. Come back any time, Kari.”