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[crimcsa]

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

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[silkeared]

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?”

[crimcsa]

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

[crimcsa]

╲ status: open ╲ location: the sweetest tooth

 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.

[fatestln]

⇢ 🌻 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?”

[crimcsa]

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

[crimcsa]

(   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!!

[writtcn]

hallowed grounds, ft. open

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 ? ”

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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

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