Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.
STATUS : open.
LOCATION : portum performing arts center.
there were many times in her life where amelia had taken very questionable decisions ; however, tonight certainly took the cake. after a long day of lots of rehearsals and performances, she had offered to stay behind after work to close everything out and organize ; an act of loyalty or stupidity — she asks herself. ten minutes into her extra work, five of those which were spent laying on the floor staring at the void, she was starting to regret her life choices, she was almost considering making a run for it and leaving everything as it was. " rating amelia finch's stupidest moments: number one ... tonight. " she said out loud, not having noticed the door of the building opening.
ALTHOUGH THERE WERE ACTUAL GHOSTS that haunted the performing arts centre, beatrix would've understood if she'd been confused for one. she spent more time in the centre than anywhere else — likely even more than all other places combined... but who was going to argue that? that was why when another soul crept around the centre late into the night felt felt inevitable kindship.
❝ if this is your stupidest, never me mine... ❞ beatrix trailed off as she scanned the room. ❝ you're new, right? ❞ her eyes narrowed. she wasn't the best at remembering, especially not names or faces, but the woman looked somehow familiar, and bea at least tried with people at the arts centre.
it's been a few days since valerian moved into portum and its been a mixed bag of suspicious whispers, disastrous exes, and one kareem howard being the only real light in his life at the moment. by now, val has fully moved in — cardboard boxes no longer formed forts around his home and the plants have slowly started to take over. this neighborhood hasn't seen the last of cardboard boxes and moving trucks however, because someone was moving into the neighboring lot!
wanting to make a good first impression (with hope that he starts to get more friends in this town) valerian walked up to his new neighbor's front door and rung the doorbell. carried by his other hand was a potted succulent to offer as a housewarming gift. the door then swung open. "hi! i'm your next door neighb— NIAMH?!"
STARTING OVER WAS WITHOUT A DOUBT one of niamh's favourite things about moving — the other surely being meeting new people. given the frequency of her moves, it used to be rare for her to actually own a lot of stuff. usually a couple of bags at most. this was only the second move ever that required them to have some kind of truck to bring things. she had yet to unpack a whole lot when the doorbell rang. a friend !! or at least she hoped they'd be.
they swung the door open and their welcoming smile shifted. they'd been ready to greet a new face, not a familiar one. ❝ si— i mean valerian! oh my goodness. what are you doing here? did you just say neighbour? ❞ that was potentially the best news she'd heard in the past century. ❝ oh my! it's so good to see you. ❞ words were flying out of her mouth and she had no control to slow them down. ❝ please come in. ❞ they opened the door more and gestured inside. ❝ you have to tell me everything. it's been too long since your last letter — clearly. ❞
Skylar looked the other up and down as she considered her. She looked positively sleep deprived. Skylar guessed if you were still out at this time, you probably weren't having a good time. Normally, she might have said fuck off. Leave me alone. But it looked like this woman needed something to take the edge off. "Sure." She offered instead, pulling a spare cigarette out of her jacket pocket and holding it out for the other. "You pulling an all-nighter or something?" Skylar wondered idly, not particularly caring for an answer but asking anyway.
BEATRIX WONDERED IDLY IF THE other person was trying to guage what kind of monster being she was. she deftly plucked the cigarette, giving her a nod of gratitude. ❝ not intentionally... but i suppose so. ❞ she quirked an eyebrow. ❝ and you? ❞ she didn't seem nearly as sleep deprived as bea — then again that was a low bar. ❝ not to keep asking you for things when i haven't even confirmed your name yet, but you mind if i borrow a light? ❞
"Listen, I just stayed late at work for a prolapsed anus. If anything, I earned this cigarette. So stop looking at me like that." Sure, Skylar had been meaning to quit. It really was a nasty habit. But in the grand scheme of things, her body had been through a lot worse. She'd allow herself this one vice.
BEATRIX OFTEN GOT LOST IN THE sheet music when at the keys. a melody would come to her and she would sit down and compose for hours, forgetting hunger, thirst, her sense of self. she was hobbling her way home, sleep deprived and still halfway in the bars of music when she paused to stare at smoke dancing in the night. her eyes were pulled to the source and she stared absently. it was too late for her to catch herself and pull her eyes away. she pursed her lips. ❝ bold of you to assume i'm thinking anything at all, ❞ she muttered, mainly to herself. ❝ do you have one to spare? ❞ she asked over the slight wind.
⇢ 🌻 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?”
NIAMH WAS UNCOMMONLY COMFORTABLE around death. death was mortal, it was expected. the passing of a vampire was the exact opposite of all that. she was still fresh to this town. everything about it was unlike anywhere else she'd been, except for this weight... that was the same no matter where she roamed. niamh scanned the crowd, looking for anyone in need of a shoulder or maybe even another lost soul drawn in. instead, she was pulled by someone speaking. she looked young ( though that could always be deceptive ) but even younger by her expression compared to some around her. she didn't seem untouched by death exactly, but certainly shaken more than others. niamh had seen a vampire die before. it was improbable, but possible.
❝ i reckon so, ❞ she nodded along as she spoke, her eyelids fluttering shut for a moment. ❝ i don't know much about this lovely place yet, but even i know this is rare. ❞ but death didn't feel rare to niamh, not even this one. she hadn't met the vampire, hadn't been around to meet them. ❝ as morbid as this sounds, whether the mystery is solved, we've got to keep on living, don't we? ❞ there was a roughness in her address of death that hadn't been there a century or so ago. ❝ did you know them? ❞ she asked, jutting her chin toward the vigil.
( nicola coughlan . demi-woman . she/her/they/them ) — blasting reverberate by bears in trees down main street we’ve spotted NIAMH O’CLEARY sporting their navy polkadot dress and a wide smile. the thirty-five ( seven-hundred and thirty-two ) year old REAPER who’s been in town for two weeks often can be seen feeding the birds, visiting local shops, and exploring & re-exploring the fair, or working as an ANESTHESIOLOGIST at PORTUM GENERAL. people say they display sunny and naive traits, but we rather trust their vibes: tea stained notebooks, a brisk morning with a luminous sunrise, handmade wreaths draped around illegible gravestones, a gentle hand brushing away a tear, and unshapely hideous but somehow delicious cookies. also, we’ve heard they love doves ! aren’t they fascinating ?
QUICK FACTS.
full name: niamh o'cleary
nicknames: nee, vee
age: 35 / 732
birthday: october 5th
orientation: bisexual/demisexual
family: none that she remembers
marital status: widowed
faceclaim: nicola coughlan
hair: soft copper
eyes: cool blue
traits: sunny, naive, bubbly, innocent, compassionate, lonely, emotionally-reserved
inspirations: hannah grose ( haunting of bly manor ), new scamander ( fantastic beasts and where to find them ), ted lasso ( ted lasso ), anna ( frozen ), merlin ( merlin ), tara maclay ( buffy the vampire slayer ), castiel ( supernatural ), jane bennett ( pride and prejudice ), tanjiro kamado ( demon slayer )
QUICK BACKGROUND.
niamh doesn't remember much of her early years. she has a feeling that every few hundred years her memory fades to repress all the things she's had to leave behind. so she doesn't really remember coming into existence. she also doesn't know her real name. she changes it every few hundred years. it often has irish origins, but she doesn't know why she's drawn to that.
she's always helped souls cross over and found that to be very fulfilling. she loves it, even if sometimes it's hard. it often kept her travelling as well and she didn't mind that. a few hundred years back though, she met a woman, anne, and was surprised when they were a nymph. she didn't often have a lot of dealings with immortal species, nothing prolonged at least. niamh liked her well enough but she figured their friendship would end like most others in her life.
she'd fallen in love before, but nothing like anne. maybe immortality gave niamh the time to really truly fall. after fifty years of meeting on and off, they finally started dating. it was perfection. and it was supposed to be forever. but immortality is the greatest gift when you have forever to spend it with someone, and the worst curse when you've lost them.
the loss of her wife made niamh struggle with being a reaper for the first time in her life. she'd prioritized one thing above death just once and as if to remind her that she couldn't escape it, she lost the very thing. after a century or so, niamh recovered and started guiding spirits again.
she's lost a spark she once had but stumbling into portum, she's wondering if she's found just the place to recover it.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
give me people she's met before outside portum pls
all friends, calling all friends, this gorl needs friends
i would love a ghost of a spirit that she's tried to guide before ooo might have to make a wc for that
someone grumpy or gloomy??? please let my lil sunshine be their foil
i would love for someone to explain work life balance to this gorl because they do not understand that their life's purpose doesn't have to be death, pls they're still not over their wife
( anya chalotra . cisfemale . she/her ) — blasting doomed by mothica down main street we’ve spotted BEATRIX CHANDRA sporting their classic scowl and antique silver locket. the twenty-nine ( fifty-eight ) year old HYBRID ( WARLOCK ) who’s been in town for ten years often can be seen deep into a bottle of whiskey, humming a tune & scribbling on a piece of paper, flipping through newspapers, and avoiding practicing magic near anyone, or working as a COMPOSER/PIANIST at PORTUM PERFORMING ARTS CENTRE. people say they display loyal and jaded traits, but we rather trust their vibes: fingers filled with rings, dark winged-eyeliner, body tight clothing or completely oversized ( no in between ), secret glasses no one ever sees her wear, and candles for main sources of lighting. also, we’ve heard they love WILD ROSES ! aren’t they fascinating ?
QUICK FACTS.
full name: beatrix chandra
nicknames: bea, trix
age: twenty-nine
birthday: december 24th
orientation: pansexual, polyamorous
family: mother†, father (?), maternal aunt, potential unknown half-siblings
marital status: single
faceclaim: anya chalotra
hair: dark brown
eyes: rich chocolate
traits: loyal, jaded, cautious, aloof, witty, perfectionist, dedicated
inspirations: delilah green ( delilah green doesn't care ), theo crain ( haunting of hill house ), gaara ( naruto ), raven ( teen titans ), zuko ( avatar: the last airbender ), morgana ( merlin ), faye chamberlain ( the secret circle ), jessica jones ( jessica jones ), emma swan ( once upon a time ), vanya hargreeves ( umbrella academy )
QUICK BACKGROUND.
it wasn't a life entirely devoid of love, but it was certainly scarce. beatrix chandra never really knew either her parents. she supposed she had the privilege of meeting her mother, watching her wither into nothingness, but her father was entirely a mystery. she was predominantly raised by her aunt who found her father's demonic influence on her witch's bloodline to be abhorrent. activities would be thrust upon beatrix just to keep her out of sight. nonetheless, her aunt made sure beatrix was alive for the first 18 years of her life before sending her off.
from the time she was a teenager, beatrix felt a disjointed connection to her heritage. her mother's family was very immersed in witchcraft, but beatrix could never handle it like the rest of them. by the time puberty hit it became clear that her oh so special power was that of negation. her cousins and family kept their arms distance to make sure their own magic would stay in tact. the whole experience left a sour taste in beatrix's mouth, leaving her realistically unpracticed in her magical gifts.
once an adult in the eyes of governments, beatrix set off to find people who didn't find her so repulsive. she followed her musical talents wherever they could sustain her. for a while she got in with a crowd and just was messy. drinking, fucking, finding any kind of connection she was lacking for the early parts of her life.
but fear kept her from truly opening up. she would just start to feel herself settle into a place, the people around and she would pack up and leave. decades went like this and beatrix started to wonder if there was ever a place she would actually feel safe.
then she found protum. something about it made her feel like she could breath. she finally settled, got an actual full time job and started a life. she still gets the itch to flee from time to time, but she's been doing an excellent job at suppressing it for the past 10 years.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
all kind of portum locals come to me pls
anyone interested in a music lesson??
i'm sure she got messy here before she decided to stay, someone be part of that mess PLEASE
also she's not really together still now even if she has a regular paycheck, so come be messy now as well ty
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