crimcsa — /ˈkrɪm.kə/. a fleeting whisper or shadow of an unspoken story waiting to unfold.
— a multi-muse blog penned by eri [twenty-nine, she/her] for portumhq. please avoid interacting with or engaging with any content on this blog unless you are affiliated with portumhq.
i. ISADORA HOWARD ╲ camila queiroz. 26. hybrid. teacher at helen aldersley school
what was all the fuss about ? mei had rolled her eyes so many times that week that she was sure she had seen the back of her brain. she fought through boring conversations, though, and feigned concern whenever she had to face it — it was inescapable, smalltalk about the weather and weekend plans replaced with bogus detective theories from clueless residents. there was a small portion of mei that felt bad, that felt empathy, but she kicked herself for it … nobody would catch her on her knees for a nerdy boy that wouldn’t leave her alone. she had half expected to see the man that was half - stalking her at the sweetest tooth. mei was pleasantly surprised to realise the café was relatively empty, and that she could head straight to the front of the order queue.
quickly and easily, she headed to the door with her coffee in hand. that was until the hot liquid threatened to spill onto her arm ; she narrowed her eyes quickly, catching the liquid in mid air as though it had lost touch with gravity. it floated to the ground like a feather on the wind. she supposed being a witch was good for something. “you’re lucky i’m good at this,” mei smirked, “do you make a habit of giving strangers third degree burns?”
isadora glanced at the coffee that had nearly spilled and then up at the sharp-eyed woman with the smirk. her lips curved into a small, wry smile, an apologetic edge softening her expression. "considering my track record with clumsiness, i’d say it’s a miracle we’re not calling the fire department right now." she leaned back slightly in her chair, a hint of humor threading through her voice.
"still," she added, tilting her head, "i think i’ll stick to sketching and leave the fire tricks to someone else." her gaze flicked briefly to the spot on the floor where the coffee had floated safely, a quick acknowledgment of the magic. "impressive save, though. i’m definitely in your debt now." isadora hesitated for a moment before gesturing toward the plate on her table. "can i offer you a cinnamon roll to pay it off? fresh out of hero medals, unfortunately." / @silkeared
the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of ceramic cups filled the warm air at sweetest tooth. isadora sat tucked into a corner by the window, a steaming cup of coffee beside her and the faint aroma of cinnamon rolls wafting up from the plate. her sketchbook lay open on the table, pencil gliding over the page as she worked through the soft shapes of a meadow scene. sketching had always been her escape, and after a long day of holding her class together amidst the unease rippling through portum, she needed the stillness. yet, no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts strayed back to the dead vampire, the questions no one seemed to have answers to, and the nagging sense that things were unraveling.
lost in her sketch, she shifted in her seat to adjust her posture, her chair scraping the floor and bumping into someone behind her. her head snapped up, wide brown eyes meeting theirs. "oh, i’m so sorry," she said softly, her voice tinged with sincerity and a hint of embarrassment. she straightened in her seat, setting her pencil down. “i didn’t mean to…” she trailed off, giving them an apologetic look.
⇢ 🌻 STATUS ﹕ open
⇢ 🌻 LOCATION ﹕ portum university
as dusk fell, the flickering flames of vigil candles cast a soft glow against the approaching night. eliana stood at the edge of the gathering, arms wrapped around herself more for comfort than warmth. she didn’t feel right getting too close, to the area where those who actual knew the deceased had gathered to mourn. however, it also didn’t feel right not to do anything. she’d only been in portum for about three weeks or so, but she’d been so hopeful after reuniting with her siblings that this would be a safe place to start over. ellie’s eyes scanned the faces around her, many of them unfamiliar but sharing in the solemn moment. the people of portum had all gathered for the same reason – to honor the memory of the fallen vampire, and to find a sense of comfort amongst each other.
everyone she had met had told her what a sanctuary portum had been for them, but now recent events left them all wondering just how safe it truly was. “do you think…” she began, her voice soft as to not disrupt the somberness of the moment. “do you think they’ll figure out who did this?”
isadora stood on the outskirts of the vigil, her arms loosely folded as she observed the flickering candlelight dance across the solemn faces of the townsfolk. she’d deliberately kept her distance from the heart of the crowd, preferring the quiet solitude of the shadows where the weight of collective grief wasn’t as suffocating. the death of one of their own —an immortal, no less— had sent shockwaves through portum, and though isadora had tried to maintain her usual composure, unease settled heavy in her chest.
she sighed softly, eyes flickering to the figure standing not far from her “they’ll try,” she said, her words carrying a calm tone. “the council doesn’t take things like this lightly. but figuring it out… ” she paused, her brown eyes meeting the stranger’s for a moment before shifting back to the candles. “all we can do is hope they find answers before fear takes root.” and sadly, that was already happening. // @fatestln
( camila queiroz . female . she + her ) — blasting storytime by nightwish down main street we’ve spotted ISADORA HOWARD sporting their black leather jacket and red lipstick. the twenty-nine year old HYBRID who’s been in town for twenty-six often can be seen in the middle of nature, listening to music, and sketching in her book before heading home to transform her ideas onto canvas; while night, she loves to stargaze in the dark, tracing constellations and soaking in the peace of the night, or working as a TEACHER at HELEN ALDERSLEY SCHOOL. people say they display trustworthy and reserved traits, but we rather trust their vibes: display a quiet complexity, often misunderstood but full of intensity; she loves solitude yet observes people from the corners of gatherings, quietly watching their movements; slow to open up, her fiery spirit emerges in unexpected moments, fierce when she speaks. her wardrobe blends dark tones with hints of red, reflecting both her calm and passionate sides. independent and reserved, she’s steady in solitude, but when provoked, her feisty nature surprises, revealing a side few truly see. also, we’ve heard they love CINNAMON ROLLS ! aren’t they fascinating ?
name: isadora laverne santos vaz howard
alias: sadie, isa, mochi
age & birthday: twenty-nine / august 16th, 1996
gender & pronounds: female / she & her
species: hybrid / human & medium
orientation: heterosexual
occupation: teacher at at helen aldersley scool
faceclaim: camila queiroz
!! tw: murder, death, adoption !!
BIOGRAPHY ╲
Born as Isadora Laverne Santos-Vaz, she was the youngest daughter of Tiago and Joana Vaz and a joyful addition to their small family of four. Isadora’s early life was peaceful, though her memories of those first three years remain a blurry haze. Her older sister, Isabella, who was four years her senior, doted on her with an innate sense of protectiveness. However, her idyllic childhood shattered in a single night, one that would haunt her for years to come. The echo of her mother’s screams, her father’s desperate shouts from downstairs, and the feel of her sister’s trembling hands as Isabella hid her in a closet replay in fragmented memories. When silence fell, Isadora was left alone, confused and scared, until she was discovered hours later atop the closet. That night marked the end of her old life and the beginning of a new, uncertain one.
After the tragedy, a woman she knew only as an aunt stepped in to take her under herwing. She soon became her mother, adopting her into the Howard family. The transition was seamless; they enveloped her with love and care, ensuring she never felt out of place. Despite the warmth of her new family, Isadora’s childhood was shadowed by ghostly memories and visits of her biological family. Faceless figures flickered in her dreams, leaving her with an unshakable fear of the unknown. And then, those same faces became real. The Howards, a family deeply rooted in Portum, supported her unconditionally, helping her navigate the complexities of her past and the confusion of her burgeoning powers.
As she grew older, Isadora turned inward, becoming introspective and reserved. To the outside world, she might have appeared aloof or even unapproachable, but within her was a storm of questions she couldn’t yet answer. What happened that night? Why was a piece of her always missing? These questions fueled her restless mind, driving her to seek solace in nature. She spent countless nights beneath the stars, tracing constellations and finding comfort in the moon’s glow.
Unlike her siblings, who seemed confident in their powers, Isadora struggled to embrace hers. Her abilities, unpredictable and tied to seeing ghosts and glimpses of the future, frightened her. To Isadora, facing spirits or other species was far less terrifying than confronting her past or the fragmented visions of what was to come.
Now a teacher at Helen Aldersley School, Isadora strives to help children in the same way her adoptive family helped her. She channels her experiences into guiding young minds, providing them with the understanding and support she once needed. Though she remains hesitant about her own powers, she approaches the struggles of others with quiet strength and empathy.
CONNECTIONS ╲
The Childhood Friends: Someone who grew up alongside Isadora after the tragedy. They became a constant presence in her life during her transition to the Howard family. Though Isadora was too young to remember much from before, this friend represents a new start and has been there through her struggles, offering unconditional support and a sense of normalcy. [ 0 / 2 ]
The Best Friend: A lifelong companion who has been by Isadora’s side through thick and thin. They were there after the tragedy, helping her adjust to life with the Howards. This person understands her like no one else, often acting as her voice when she’s too reserved to speak up, or holding her back from kicking someone in the face. Their bond is unshakable, full of late-night talks, shared laughter, and unwavering loyalty.
The Nature Enthusiast: A kindred spirit who shares Isadora’s love for the outdoors. They often meet on long walks or during stargazing sessions, finding comfort in each other’s quiet company.
The Stargazing Partner: Someone who shares her love for the stars and night sky. They’ve crossed paths during Isadora’s nocturnal escapes, forming a deep connection through their shared appreciation of the universe’s quiet beauty.
The Protector: Someone who has taken it upon themselves to look after Isadora, even if she insists she doesn’t need it. Whether it’s helping her feel safe in her supernatural encounters or simply making sure her mortality doesn't become a problem, this person’s actions speak volumes about their care for her. ╲ juniper otero
The School Sweetheart: A person Isadora dated during her school years in Portum. Their relationship was sweet and uncomplicated, filled with firsts—first kiss, first date, and first heartbreak. While they’ve gone their separate ways, there’s still a nostalgic fondness between them when their paths cross.
A Haunting Face: A person tied to the tragedy of Isadora’s biological family, perhaps directly or indirectly involved. Their presence stirs painful memories, leaving Isadora unsure whether to confront or avoid them.
** open to more plots and connections if you have anything in mind!!
it's been a long week, bas muses as he stands behind the counter at the coffee shop. a dead body found, the council silent on what this means for portum — not a great start to the new year. nonetheless, he greets each customer with a smile, though not quite as broad as his usual one.
“ how've you been lately ? ” he asks the familiar face who steps up to the counter. “ oh yeah, and what can i get you ? the usual ? ”
the town buzzed with whispers and gossip, a low hum of tension that seeped into every corner, even the school. the children were restless, their unease a mirror of the adults around them. despite their best efforts — in and out of classrooms — it was impossible not to notice the subtle shift in everyone’s mood. smiling faintly, isadora shook her head as if to dismiss the weight of it all. "you know," she said with a faint, weary edge to her voice, "i could be better. less tense, i guess, but isn’t that all of us?" she let out a soft sigh, brushing a strand of dark hair back as her brown eyes flitted to him.
"the usual, please," she murmured, her tone quieter now. "maybe with an extra shot of espresso this time." there was a trace of humor in her request, but it was overshadowed by the exhaustion in her features. she tilted her head slightly, offering a polite smile. "how are you?” // @writtcn