Stiles Stilinski
supernatural themes will occur. However, on the timeline it will be just general witchy stuff.
RP only. I do not RP on the timeline, DMs only.
Important: Stiles is NOT multiship, and will most likely not date multiship pages.
Hey I'm Stiles! I'm 23 and living in Northern Cali, living out my dream of owning my own shop. Please feel free to stop by for all your crystal and incense needs, but please remember I don't do anything to mess with people's free wills. Y'know, I'm kind of like the genie, no love or death spells!
Stop by for a cup of tea any time.
Appearance note: Stiles is heavily tattooed with tattoos that look "normal" as well as sigils and other witchy things.
Stiles abandoned Beacon Hills 3 years previously, when his Spark was growing too strong and the Pack was growing too afraid. An angry Stiles was likely to burst every lightbulb in the house, and when one very loud argument happen, all the water pipes in the house had burst with the pressure of his anger. He needed to leave before he hurt someone. Or, so he told himself. So in the middle of the night he vanished. No one but his father has heard from him since.
Wolfsbane Witchery is nestled in northern California, away from prying eyes. We have anything your witchy heart could desire, from pendulums and incense, to spell candles and smoke bundles. (We only sell home-grown sage.) Tarot readings are offered, as well as astrology predictions, should you be interested in that. A few times a month we have classes so let us know if you're interested and we'll send you a schedule!
When approaching the cottage shop, one might be surprised to find fireflies and butterflies in abundance. Perhaps it's all the flowers and plants climbing the sides of the shop. The stone cottage is surrounded by color. Plants and flowers of every shape and size bloomed up the walls, over the roof, and in the substantial garden behind the cottage. Window boxes were overflowing with plants and they wrapped all the way around the place.
"Wolfsbane Witchery" reads the sign above the wooden door, and it looked worn with age even though it has only been there a few years. The inside of the shop is just as cozy as the outside. The walls are a warm light orange color and shelves everywhere are overfilled with merchandise. From incense to candles to altar pieces to crystals, everything has its place in his store. But if you look closer, you might notice a candle light itself. A broom sweeping up some ash, on its own. And through the door in the middle of the shop and up the stairs is his home, where everything is spinning with magic. Soup bubbles on the stove, and the spoon stirring it has no one to hold it. Pens scribble over papers, making inventory purchase forms, or answering mail that had been sent in. Soft music seems to come from nowhere, and a butterfly drifts through the window to land on a shelf and perch there.