Witch of the Woods

Witch Character design. This was inspired by the Blair witch mythos after I finally got to watch the movie and play the game.
What a ride! This was super fun to do.

Here's a little story for her.

Once a healer and botanist imprisoned for witchcraft, she prayed every day to the darkness to help her escape the pyre. Vengeful voices whispered in her ear the night before her execution and had not stopped as she walked her final living steps. As she walked, she spoke words that are not of this world, words that the darkness taught her.
As the priest was praying for her soul she would counter his every word, lost as she was in this demonic trance. The executioner approached and lit the fire. The flames grew tall and consumed the young woman in their hot embrace. The crowd was cheering manically. The priest kept praying and the witch hunters were smiling at each other counting their gold coins.
A minute passed and silence fell on the town like a deathly shroud. The young woman was laughing loudly and soon she was the only one to be heard in the crowded square. A hundred people stood there watching as the flames retreated and the fire grew as small as a campfire, to reveal the woman untouched, unburned. Her eyes were now black, her black hair floating like she was underwater, and she was screeching, making the people shudder.
The executioner started shouting to the guards decisively while pointing at a big barrel “Help me with this!”. The guards flinched and followed him. “We pour this on her!” said the man, while struggling to lift it. She kept on laughing with her head tilted back, her mouth wide open and the sound seemed like it could frighten the bravest man to death. They reached her side and while the fire was burning their feet they grunted and turned the barrel, pouring tar on the laughing creature. She gargled as the thick black substance filled her insides, but still, she seemed to try to laugh. The tar reached the dying flames and the fumes gave life to the fire once more. The three men jumped away and hid their faces to avoid being burned by the wild explosion the tar caused. But when they looked again, the fire was completely gone. The girl was still there. Her skin unburned, her eyes all black looking at nothing. She was drowned by the tar and she was dead.
The guards were commanded to bury her away from the town. Just three days after her execution, warning bells rang in the night. Everyone barred their doors and the guards started gathering in the town square only to find the executioner already standing in the middle of it facing the pyre, his skin was white and withered, his eyes rolled up, his mouth dripping tar. The town remains to this day empty, lost in the woods. And passing by one can still hear the terrifying screeches in the night.