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𝖇𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 — a dependent rp blog for forksw
alicia howell laura harrier ( thirty-three , vampire , silvan coven ) intro, pinterest whitmer adler logan lerman ( thirty-two , human , halcyon hunter ) intro, pinterest aurora "rory" parker star slade ( twenty-four , wolf , graypine pack ) intro, pinterest
who: open | when: aug. 16th | where: in the woods, 8:00 PM.
the sun was going down, basking this side of the world in orange rays of light. any normal person wouldn't be in the woods at this time, especially after what happened to that girl at the bonfire. missing, pending investigation. it was weird, how a girl could just vanish into thin air with a crowd of people on the same beach. then again, everything in forks was weird. the people, the atmosphere. if luke didn't know how to mind her business, she's sure she would be gossiping with the rest of them rather than hiking alone with her dog in the very same woods that the girl went missing in.
nothing about the woods had ever scared rory, nor did it hold the power to do so. the wolf part of her found it comforting, and even on two legs, the crunch of gravel transitioning to dirt and twigs under her feet was a welcome sound. she had nothing to be worried about -- no eminent vampire threat sending that all-too familiar crackle of fear down her spine. then again, rory had no power over the non-supernatural. an ill-intentioned human could always take her by surprise, she was overly trusting like that. she almost jumped when she heard footsteps approaching, one set heavier than the other. but she knew the tread of a dog all too well and a smile spread across her face when she saw the dog and their owner approaching on the hiking trail. "who is this beautiful girl?" she asked, immediately crouching to allow the dog to sniff her hand.
[ star slade. cis-female. she/her. veil-bound. ] ✦ in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s AURORA "RORY" PARKER, the TWENTY-FOUR year old LOCAL. they say they’ve been here for FIVEYEARS, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting MOSS & MOON CAFE, after their shift as an INNKEEPER at THE FOXGLOVE INN. they’re part of the GRAYPINE WOLF PACK, and most people say they’re like A COLLECTION OF GLASS BLOWN FIGURINES ON THE WINDOWSILL, THE LINGERING SCENT OF ANA ABIYEDH CORAL, PRISTINELY WHITE AND PERFECTLY FOLDED NAPKINS, FRESH BAKED COOKIES WITH TOO MANY CHOCOLATE CHIPS. as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel UNPREPARED AND UNEASY BUT ACCEPTING OF HER ROLE IN PROTECTING THE PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT MOST. at the end of the day, you’ll catch them humming CLUELESS BY BEACH BUNNY, but they’ll just tell you: “TO BE SURE, I AM A FOREST, AND A NIGHT OF DARK TREES: BUT HE WHO IS NOT AFRAID OF MY DARKNESS, WILL FIND BANKS FULL OF ROSES UNDER MY CYPRESSES.“
Everything around cold ones was dead — even this woman's voice hung in her throat like an echo, a woman's corpse being puppeteered by whatever inhabited her now. Her very scent made Marisol's face involuntarily twitch, lip curled as if she smelled curdled milk. The common passerby would not notice this heavy decision Sol had before her — all they would see is one woman returning another's flashlight. They would not see that they were Silvan and Red Maw, that they were two fractured pieces of this terrible picture unfolding in the woods. "You. Are. Welcome." Each word clipped, each said through teeth grinding down on each other.
Given other circumstances, she might have been able to let bygones be bygones — liar — but these were not any other circumstances. Sol drowned her rage in this woman's words, and found herself, confused. The last words had slid off her mind like rain on a windowpane — but these sat against the traverse of her mind, heavy and stuck. Was she losing her power, or could it be a vampire actually...cared? A disgusting revelation Marisol did not wish to be a part of. She pushed it to the recesses of her mind; she would unpack that later.
"If she's dead?" Sol grunted the statement like a curse, scuffing her boot into the caked sand beneath her. "That will probably lead to an uncomfortable school assembly, I'm sure." What were these humans going to do about this? They funneled into the woods like lambs to slaughter, and now she was stuck talking to a vampire. But perhaps she could probe her a little further. "So you know the girl then?" A pause, then an arched brow, desperately trying — and failing — to seem like it wasn't accusatory. "Is this something she would do? Or was she..." A sharp intake of breath and a shudder at the scent. "lured?" An unintentional hiss.
She wasn't trying to take the moral high ground, it was just a fact that Alicia had very little animosity towards the wolves. Why should she? Her understanding was always that they wanted to stop vampires from feeding in their town, and Alicia certainly wasn't doing that. She wasn't feeding on people at all, so there was really no reason to be defensive. However, she could get catty in an instant if someone gave her good enough reason. Becoming a vampire had never been her choice -- living off of animal blood and blood packs was the only thing within her control.
Alicia didn't shy away from death, but it didn't make the fact of it any more comfortable. She'd lost countless human friends and lovers to a vast array of fatal endings, and the bolt of pain that accompanied these losses was never blunted. It was worst of all when the deceased party was only a child. "I think that's a bit of an understatement, don't you?" She countered, crossing her arms defensively across her chest. "Yeah, I do. She's really..." Alicia blinked, turned her head away. "She's a sweet girl." There weren't many students at Forks High School who Alicia wouldn't worry about if they went missing in the woods. "Maybe if she heard an animal or someone in distress, she might have wanted to help right away instead of taking the time to call for someone else." Alicia knew what she was implying, but she wasn't in the mood to take the bait. "Or she went in innocently, then tripped over a tree root and twisted her ankle on the way out, or got hit on the head and now she's confused. I don't know, the terrible possibilities are endless." But if Alicia, or the wolf, she was sure, got within sniffing distance of her, they'd be able to smell any blood.
8:45pm, la push beach / @sangu1neo
as the last of the fireworks die down, he figures it's a good time to make his way home. most people will stay later into the evening, so it works out, getting to beat what constitutes as traffic in forks. whitmer doesn't even wait for the final flare to go off, allowing the colorful assortment of lights to guide his way off the beach.
slowly, she comes into view, and he doesn't stop in his tracks completely because he doesn't believe it at first. but the closer he gets, the more certain he is -- it's clara, here, where nobody visits. and she looks unbelievably cinematic with the glow from the fireworks cascading over her, but...it's impossible, that she looks not just beautiful but exactly as beautiful as he remembers her, five or six years ago. whit feels his throat tighten, a sneaking suspicion making his blood run cold. when they'd dated, she'd broken a wine glass and cut her finger, getting blood all over the kitchen counter. she'd eaten burgers and cotton candy on the boardwalk. so unless something's happened since then, it didn't make sense.
with this self-assurance, his feet lead him to her, hands shoved anxiously in his pockets. "this is crazy, i mean, i feel a little crazy, but...clara?"
🪵🔥 EVENT ONE: THE BONFIRE.
6:30 pm. la push beach, somewhere within the warmth of the bonfire's range. open to anyone.
"no wonder you come here often," annabeth tells her, taking an appreciative glance across the beach. the waves crash gently against the shore not too far beyond them, as if celebrating its praise. hiraya pauses, almost startled, before acknowledging her own mother's approval tentatively, "yeah. it's nice here." the cold bit at her cheeks, yet the warmth from the nearby flames provided a comforting sensation. just before she can sink into the atmosphere, let the softness of it all envelope her, her mother speaks once more, "all the time spent here, do you ever stop and think of doing other productive things? like going back to school?" there it is. frustration simmers underneath her skin, but she doesn't want to ruin this night just because of her mother's polite mockery. her eyes dart to everywhere, anywhere, searching for a quick exit instead. then her gaze lands on a passing figure, and she makes a beeline towards them, yelling out an enthusiastic "hey!" as if greeting an old friend.
the sun hasn't quite set yet, the high summer sun threatening to turn her into a disco ball. but she has to take certain risks, sometimes. if she's only ever seen at night (outside of work, that is) then that starts to look suspicious to certain people. so she's covered up, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and sticking to the shade. she's on her way to take shelter under an awning when someone approaches.
alicia pauses only for a beat, still intent on making it to her destination, so she just wraps an arm around the girl's shoulders and sweeps her along. "hey, girl! i haven't seen you in a while, how are you? how's work?"
7:30 PM La Push Beach Food Table
Overwhelmed. That was the best way to describe the way her not so human heart was feeling. The people in town had not been kidding — everyone showed up to this. To see the entire town in one place, veins pulsating and mouths full of food or laughter — it made her stomach ache. Sauce, barbecue or ketchup or something else she couldn't place, dripped down an older man's face an off shade of blood, and she stared for a moment too long, She imagined what the warmth of his blood might taste like, how the salt of the food might tangle delightfully in his bloodstream, his warm blood dripping down her chin and then her neck. When the man looked up at her and smiled, she felt her face flush and she turned back to the table of food.
Mercy eyed the table, searching for something small enough for her to stomach, to push past the nausea and desire for all of the human hearts she was surrounded by. She added another piece of fry bread to her plate, one of the only items on the table to not make her stomach turn. "I guess everyone likes their meat well done." She offered a chuckle as she used the tongs to sift through a stack of meat. "What's a girl gotta do to get some medium rare or rare around here?"
A huge motivation in his attendance tonight was the food, certainly. Although he felt slightly embarrassed eating, for example, a giant corn on the cob while surrounded by people, and then having to worry about something in his teeth for the remainder of the night...the benefits greatly outweighed the risks. Whitmer was waiting patiently to grab some more food, eyeing the meat selection a little too seriously as if this was an important decision in his immediate future, when the voice of the woman in front of him caught his attention instead.
"I guess that depends on your definition. Like when you order a steak medium rare at a restaurant, everyone seems to do it differently." He felt strangely defensive of the people who cooked the food, seeing as it was all free. "Some of it isn't too well done." Whit gestured to the end of the table, out of her immediate eye line. "But maybe they're willing to take requests if you ask for something special?"
10 PM La Push Beach Edge of the Woods
There was commotion and panic, disarray and chaos, paranoia and panicked parents twisting around in knots as flashlights flickered briefly across Marisol's face before hitting into the thick of the woods. This is what she should have planned for. Deep down, Sol had known — no, not known, perhaps feared — this outcome since the moment summer hit. Maybe it was the grief that soaked her pillows at night, the way her worn hands gripped her sink — yes, maybe it was paranoia and unresolved anxiety that made her ache and wake in constant uncertainty. Or maybe, maybe. The Red Maws were right.
As someone approached the woods, she noticed something on the ground, covered in sand and dirt and twigs. She hoped this wasn't that little girl's. It was a long moment, heavy and agony stained, before she could bring herself to reach down and uncover it.
Relief washed over her as she retrieved the forgotten flashlight, glad it was some idiot search party goer and not the beginning of a long and bloody trail. Well, the night was still young. "Hey." Sol clicked the flashlight twice — once on, once off — in the direction of the person who had passed her. "This yours?" Her steps were heavy in her work boots, the semi wet sand crushing and separating against her. "You should really be careful." Holding out flashlight for them to hold, her eyes darken. "Don't need you to be next."
People went missing every day, and very rarely was there a supernatural explanation. But given the general make up of Forks and La Push combined, Alicia had to wonder. It wouldn't be the doing of her or anyone in her coven, she was sure, so there was no blood on her hands. Still, that didn't relieve her guilt. Alicia knew the missing girl. She went to the high school, as did all of the teens in Forks, and she didn't deserve to go missing. Alicia wanted to be the one to find her, if the worst had happened. Because even though she'd shed a tear at the discovery, it wouldn't inflict that same emotional scars on her as it would on a human or, heaven forbid, the girl's family.
"Yes, oh my God, thank you!" She lied easily, acting as if someone like her would have any use with a flashlight. Alicia reached out to grab the flashlight by the end, careful not to make physical contact. "Don't even say that," she retorted, letting out a nervous puff of air. "But, honestly, it's not me I'm worried about. I can't imagine what this is going to do to her classmates, if..." Alicia pursed her lips, hardly acting now. "We have to find her."
open to all forks residents. 8:30pm local time.
he'd opted for resignation — the slow moss, moving silently amongst the sea of festivities. it wasn't foreign to rafa, making an appearance only to remain stuck to the perimeter. at least he was there, nestled under his windbreaker as crisp wind kissed at his nose, shoes digging into the toughened sand. the night was still early, so much that the sun and moon both showed up, too. it was mesmerizing, he nearly missed the shuffling of sand — he would've, probably, had it not been for his unusual circumstances. “ you — uh, ” he laughs, rather sheepishly, letting down his hood so as to not obscure his face, “ no, you can sit there, it's okay. " a few beats, allowing the silence to swell, until it inevitably pops. " almost a decade here 'n it's still weird to me how late the sun sets — it never fully sets, like, you can always see this glow. ”
it was a familiar sight in the pnw: someone covered completely head to toe with a jacket, hood up, even in the summer. still, it did make the task of identifying who he was approaching nearly impossible. when the other man adjusted his hat, it didn't help much, but whitmer still smiled in greeting. "thanks. i'd hate for you to think i was a seat jacker." at events like this, people tended to come in groups, but whitmer was on his own this evening. at least he wasn't the only one, it seemed. he gave him a sideways glance. "as someone who has twice as many years on you, i don't know if you ever do. where'd you live before this?"
what. event one, the bonfire. time. 8:00 pm. location. nestled deeply into conversation around the fire, warm smiles — and cold looks — and laughter throughout.
bodhi doesn’t lie. not really. he just… tucks the truth away when it feels like too much light. but if anyone ever asked him his favorite place in the world — la push, just as the tide starts to turn, might earn the quiet answer. he’s there now, shoes dug into cool sand, curls falling into his eyes, sweatshirt hanging off his frame like it's one size too big. a lazy smile curls at his mouth as he half-sips a beer gone warm, already scoping out what food to devour next. the presence beside him isn’t ignored (they never are — not with him), and still, he plays it cool, like he can’t already feel something shifting. he turns slow, only free hand full of graham crackers and chocolate, the other fumbling toward the bag of marshmallows, fingers barely grazing the edge. "please tell me you’re here to make s’mores, because i physically do not have the hand capacity for this." he says, looking up as he speaks next, his eyes connecting with theirs. "and i’m gonna be eating, like… twelve of them, so."
whitmer is a social butterfly for pay, usually. but he thinks it's important to show his face at events like this. as if anyone would notice his absence. anyway, there's also the matter of free food, which is something he can't really say no to, not when the alternative is ramen or a bowl of cereal. he also doesn't have any excuse to visit the rez normally, and he likes it there, especially likes that it isn't forks. there's something very...serene in the air, maybe it's the water, maybe it's the tight-knit community, or maybe it's the fact that his finger has never itched to grab for his knife during his brief visits. whatever it is, he doesn't have time to put his finger on it before a familiar face interrupts his thoughts. "i am now," he says affably. whitmer grabs the marshmallows, opens the bag, and tilts it towards bodhi. "that's an exaggeration...right?"
open to all forks residents. 1:30am local time.
perhaps paulina was naive to think forks was some sort of utopia. she'd always heard that small towns had their secrets, but nothing about this place signaled anything out of the ordinary — at least, not past what's already conspired. years of earth-dwelling should've thickened her skin, and did, in some aspects, but this was something pau couldn't shake, not right now. “ she's probably so cold. ” she muttered to herself, eyes fixed towards the ground, mindless babbling as shoes crunch against loose gravel, resonating against the emptiness of the town center. if only someone could see the way paulina's features coarsened the moment her eyes met with the other's obscured silhouette. “ i haven't done anything wrong, ” voice shattering the silence, always on self-defense. “ i'm just out for a walk — need'a clear my head. ”
the real tragedy of her condition was her love for nature and the limited scope with which she could appreciate it. but past midnight was definitely within that window and it usually meant she could be alone. alicia loved being around people, whether they were human or immortal, but social fatigue was a real thing and she did her best to avoid it. of course, when she heard paulina's voice, she recognized it right away. technically, she could avoid her covenmate, assume they both wanted to enjoy the early morning air in private. that wasn't really her style, though, and paulina seemed...distressed would be an understatement. "woah, pau, take a chill pill!" she said it innocently enough, but she couldn't help imbuing her words with a low-grade command, genuinely wanting calm for her friend. "but, i think you know, walking around this late makes you look kind of suspicious." alicia would plead guilty to the same.
LOGAN LERMAN BY RUBEN CHAMORRO FOR MARIE CLAIRE
Laura Harrier
attends the 2025 Met Gala
[ logan lerman. cis-man. he/him. n/a. ] ✦ in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s WHITMER ADLER, the THIRTY-TWO year old LOCAL. they say they’ve been here for TWENTY YEARS, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting WHISTLE STOP BAKERY, after their shift as a BARTENDER at CRICKET’S TAVERN. they’re part of the the HALCYON HUNTERS, and most people say they’re like STEEL-TOE BOOTS WITH A HIDDEN SWITCHBLADE IN THE HEEL, WATER DAMAGED BOOKS FROM A CARELESS MISTAKE, WAKING UP SWEAT-DRENCHED WITH BAD DREAMS CHASING AFTER YOU, SITTING IN THE WINDOW SEAT JUST TO FEEL THE WARMTH OF SUNLIGHT. as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel TORN AND UNPREPARED, BRACING FOR IMPACT. at the end of the day, you’ll catch them humming AFTERLIFE BY ALEX G, but they’ll just tell you: “FEAR DOESN’T NEED DOORS AND WINDOWS. IT WORKS FROM THE INSIDE.“
BASICS
hometown: valentine, nebraska
eye color: blue
hair color: brown
height: 5′10
sexuality: bisexual
birthday: november 23, 1992 ( sagittarius )
OVERVIEW
the adler family moved to nebraska while whitmer's mother was pregnant, on the run from something. she never did have any other children after, or before, whitmer, and he does blame being an only child for a lot of his deficiencies. not because there's anything inherently wrong with being an only child, but because it meant all of his parents' attention was focused squarely on him.
when it came to his mother, this wasn't a terrible thing. she was a bit overbearing, but given the man she had married, it was inevitable. she babied him a bit, though it didn't make him soft. he had his father's tough love to act as a counter balance. nothing whit did was ever enough. even when he hit the bullseye dead center, his father would just command he do it twenty more times, just as well.
maybe he's thankful for it. after all, even with darts at the bar, whitmer can hit the bullseye every single time. not that he does, though. that's just a little bit too suspicious. people don't expect much from the local bartender. never went to college properly, couldn't afford it, or couldn't justify it to his parents. unfortunately, financial decisions always came down to whether his father approved or not. and he didn't want whitmer getting distracted by anything other than The Cause.
which was, of course, ridding the world of monsters. it sounds like a heroic mission, like something only a superhero would embark on. but whitmer's father wasn't altogether altruistic, he was more...vengeful. bloodthirsty. whit doesn't have that same drive to do what he does.
still, he got a job at the tavern because it means getting to know the locals. it means blending in with the wallpaper while people get sloppy and drunk and start oversharing. so, yeah, he's pretty good at "gathering intel" or whatever. but when it comes to acting on his suspicions? he's still working up the courage.
they moved to forks when he was still young, twelve years old, on a hunch. one that, he's learned throughout his life, may not have been utter nonsense, but as he's gotten older, he can't help but wonder...what kind of a man moves his family to a town he's convinced has vampires?
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS
well ofc the obvious one is regulars at cricket's <3 but whitmer is really good with faces, he'd remember someone who's only come in a handful of times. whether he's their favorite or most hated bartenders, that's up to u... he's good at being friendly on the clock, but he doesn't go out of his way to chat people up. he's more of a listener yk.
someone who got waaaaay too loaded and he had to help them home after a shift. sadly he is a Good Person so he's not gonna let ppl get hit by a car in the street pero also. if he accidentally over-served someone he feels GUILTY!!!
high school sweetheart, before things got too heavy. his childhood and especially his teenage years were not exactly light and fun but maybe they were, sometimes, with this person. break up was probably his fault, whether he initiated it or not. this would be a girlie, his family is.......sus so he didn't rly kiss a boy until later on
a vampire he's kind of friends with but doesn't know they're a vampire bc????????????? that's it bye
but also also!! ex vampire friend who he ghosted bc he started getting a Vibe and he was like well i don't want to kill u so i'm just gonna peace out before i can investigate this feeling any further deuces
[ laura harrier. cis-woman. she/her. compelling voice. ] ✦ in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s ALICIA HOWELL, the THIRTY-THREE year old TRANSPLANT. they say they’ve been here for FOUR YEARS, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting MOUNTAIN & MOON APOTHECARY, after their shift as a LIBRARIAN at FORKS HIGH SCHOOL. they’re part of the the SILVAN COVEN, and most people say they’re like FREEZING COLD OCEAN WATER LAPPING AT YOUR FEET, A COLLECTION OF WELL-LOVED BARRETTES, PUTTING A BAND AID ON A PAPER CUT AND IGNORING THE BURNING IN YOUR THROAT, A JOURNAL DATING BACK DECADES BUT REVEALING NOTHING. as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel RESIGNED BUT HOPEFUL, DESPITE THE GNAWING IN HER GUT. at the end of the day, you’ll catch them humming TAKE A BITE BY BEABADOOBEE, but they’ll just tell you: “MEMORIES WARM YOU UP FROM THE INSIDE. BUT THEY ALSO TEAR YOU APART.“
BASICS
hometown: duluth, georgia
eye color: golden brown
hair color: dark brown
height: 5′9
sexuality: bisexual
birthday: may 19, 1933 ( taurus )
OVERVIEW
the wind was warm and the air was sweeter than sweet tea -- that's what her mother used to always say about the day alicia was born. sometimes, not often, alicia takes a moment to wonder what her mom would think of her now. perpetually thirty-three but pretending not to be. when she starts a new job, alicia always says she's twenty-six. she likes the wiggle room there, and frankly she would like to believe she pulls it off. despite being nomadic by nature (the nature of being, well, a vampire), alicia likes to stay in one place. it's dangerous, of course, but that's never stopped her before. it's frankly a miracle she's pushing up against 100 years on this earth.
alicia has come face to face with hunters a handful of times. she may not be the most cautious person out there but she doesn't actively go out looking for trouble. and not that hunters have any qualms or morals about the whole murder thing (at least she does!!!!) but alicia has spent much of her immortal life trying to help others so she mostly stays out of trouble, avoids any targets on her back
right now, she's a librarian at the local high school. totally not thrilling or anything but it's convenient having the summers off and she likes the kids, believe it or not. gen z and the rapidly approaching gen alpha crowd can be absolutely confounding sometimes, but they keep her young! like she's constantly being forced to google new words and follow tiktok trends. it's honestly a win/win for keeping up the with it young woman facade -- people don't say "with it" anymore, do they? :/
alicia isn't a party girl, really, but she likes to have fun, who doesn't?! and she likes to meet new people, even if it means saying goodbye to them when she inevitably moves on with the coven or they die. because that's the thing about humans, huh? they keep dying.
but at least it's not her making them that way. the more time alicia spends around humanity, the more she actually loves it. misses it, yeah...wants to be close to it, yeah! but it's not just that. people are constantly surprising her, no matter how many of them she meets. so she subsists on animal blood or the odd blood bag if she's lucky, and it's not that bad, as long as she doesn't think too hard about it.
quite foolishly, alicia tends to date humans. there's something about having a relationship with a fellow vampire that just never...works out. like just imagine how it feels to have your ex never stop being exactly as sexy as they were when you dated and you know they're not gonna drop dead any time soon and neither of you are gonna ever forget every excruciating detail of the relationship. it's just not cute!!!! humans, though...they move on so quickly. sure, alicia has to pretend she's something she's not the whole time, but she's always been fairly theatrical. it's a fun acting exercise!
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS
she's been here for a hot second, so there might be some former high schoolers who know her from work, not so sure abt the math there. but also parents, siblings, etc, anyone who has any connection to the high school might know her a little bit bc she's very social
ex-flings: shes, hes, theys, she will (and has) date them all. i wouldn't say she has no standards or dates anyone, but she likes being in relationships. she falls pretty easily so she's not even using people (humans primarily) but of course once they get too close or they've been dating for long enough, she pm has to cut and run. there's lots of possibilities for this: one night stands, fwb, someone who thought they were doing so well then alicia was like it's not you it's me xx
random but someone she sees a lot at the gardening store bc if there's one thing abt alicia, she WILL have her hands in the dirt on the weekend. she looooves plants and being outdoors (rip....) so that's the real tragedy of her life tbh
the obvious: i think she gets along well with her whole coven! and probably tbh...depending...doesn't have bad feelings towards the sanguine either oop but that could be one-sided, you decide!!
she has no personal beef with shifters either but y'all can come for her, it's valid
