Character Biography
According to Barks and his successors, Magica lives on the slopes of Mount Vesuvius, next to Naples, Italy. Her primary motivation is to steal Uncle Scrooge's Number One Dime and melt it in the fires of the volcano to turn it into a powerful magical amulet, capable of granting the Midas Touch.
She sometimes teams up with The Beagle Boys, her sometimes housemate Mad Madam Mim or her crush the Phantom Blot. She also has a raven named Ratface in the comics (in the DuckTales TV series, Ratface has been replaced with a raven named Mr. Poe, who is said to be Magica's bewitched brother). Other characters closer to Magica include her grandmother, Granny De Spell, who, although claiming be one of the most powerful of witches, has been no more successful in obtaining the Number One Dime. There is also Witch Child and Warlock, the daughter and son, respectively, of the Wicked Witch of the West, who Magica sometimes is tasked to look after. Witch and Warlock are mischievous little magically-endowed children who are sometimes playmates and/or thorns in the side of Huey, Dewey and Louie. Magica even has an apprentice, Samson Hex, a bungling no-hoper. There's also Rosalio, a dim-witted goose, who claims to be her fiancé. He is supported in this by Granny DeSpell, but always rejected by Magica. Magica has an odd relationship with Scrooge, sometimes even manifesting itself in mutual attraction. In fact, in the Ducktales episode "Till Nephews do we part" she and Poe can be seen attending (and being invited guests to) Scrooge's wedding.
Sometimes Magica antagonizes Donald Duck and his nephews when they are not with Scrooge. She has also antagonized Gyro Gearloose, Gladstone Gander, Daisy Duck and her nieces on occasion.
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