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Luka Ivankov | 378 Fletcher Williams | 31 Isabella Whittaker | 27 Maddison Delacore | 28

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ALIAS: Isabella Claire Whitlock

AGE: 27

BIRTHDATE: April 25th  

SPECIES: Witch - (Earth, no current specialization)

OCCUPATION: Paramedic

FACECLAIM: Lili Reinhart

BIOGRAPHY

The youngest of three, Isabella was born into a very loving and stable household that prided themselves on helping their community in any and every way they could. Often to the point where they gave more of themselves away to their projects than they did themselves. Or so that was what anyone from the outside looking in would see. From within the family it was clear that the picture perfect image they had created was nothing but a farce. Their father ruled the roost with an iron fist and remained controlling, manipulative and hot-headed to boot, while their mother on the other hand was putty in his hands. A total pushover when it came to her husband and her own position of power practically wilted under the vice grip of her marriage. 

Most of this however Isabella would not be privy too until much later in her life, for as a child her older brother successfully managed to shelter her from the chaos that was her parents. And while her parents were too busy dealing with her older siblings and their shenanigans, she was burying her head in her studies both within the Coven and outside; not to mention sneaking out to college parties at night. And while she never resented her parents for their parenting, she did long for parents that saw her for the intelligent, determined, and ambitious young woman she was very quickly becoming. Nevertheless, such a dream was never to be. For the relationship between children and parents would be fractured the moment the eldest son died. 

The vivacious blonde had no trouble making friends throughout her high school years. Her warm, inquisitive nature in hand with her quick witted remarks, something she picked up off her siblings, meant she slipped right in. Effortlessly maintaining high grades and diving into as many extra-curricular activities, it was evident from a young age that Isabella held a bright future ahead of her. She knew what she wanted from a young age and that was to simply help people, beyond her natural affinity with the earth and her ability to heal others. It started from when she was just a young girl, plucking a bird with it’s broken wing from the side of the road, holding it the entirety of the walk home from school, desperately willing it to live. To her surprise when she released her grip, the bird flew away completely free of injury. From that moment on, she knew what she wanted to do. 

Attending university was but an opportunity to leave the family nest and step out of her comfort zone. College gave her purpose and was but another step on the pathway to becoming a paramedic. All the while she kept in touch with her siblings, heading home for dinner every Sunday when her study schedule allowed it. Her studies offered an escape, and she very quickly immersed herself in the college lifestyle. Before she knew it she was three years deep into her study and preparing to graduate. Graduating and getting the first role she had applied for were two moments she didn’t ever think she could possibly beat. That was until she started working on the ambulance after all those years of volunteering while at college. It could really only be explained as a feeling like coming home. Moving into her own loft had been a leap of faith, but one that ended up paying off nevertheless. In a city where tensions were high and the historic war lived on, it was never a dull moment, especially for a young ambitious witch.

HEADCANONS

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ALIAS: Fletcher Alexander Williams

AGE: 31

BIRTHDATE: August 5th   

SPECIES: Hunter

OCCUPATION: TBC

FACECLAIM: Chris Wood

BIOGRAPHY

Fletcher was born the eldest of four to two doting parents Jane and Alexander Williams. From the outside looking in they were respectable hardworking citizens, living the white picket fence life in NYC suburbia. Or so that was the dream they wanted their everyone else to believe. The reality however was far more complicated. As the Williams family were descendants of one of the very first hunting lines, dating back centuries. Every child born was trained in the same merciless fashion, they were but soldiers to the cause — a cause Fletcher eagerly awaited to be apart of.

Throughout his adolescence Fletcher and had no trouble making friends wherever he went due to his extroverted charismatic nature. His youngest sister on the other hand, was the opposite: reserved and quiet, she drew others in like a magnet with her mystery. Wherever he went, she did too, therefore his friends became hers. It didn’t bother him in slightest, to think that she never really had friends of her own — so long as his little sister was happy, he was too. That was until Samantha came along. Wherever Brooke was, the bright eyed blonde wasn’t far behind and for the first time in his very young life, the siblings dynamic had finally shifted. Their happiness, however, was short lived as the eve of her twelfth birthday arrived. Because on that day, the unthinkable would happen. Everything they had come to love would be stripped from their very fingertips. It wasn’t their fault, but perhaps the fault of the long line of hunters that came before them – time would tell. Fletcher had been staying over at a friend’s home, completely oblivious to the fact he was about to loose his parents and youngest sister. The perpetrator was quiet in the night, silent as they crept though the unlocked door, and shot the three family members in their beds while they slept. Waking up the next morning, Fletcher felt somewhat empty and he would only come to know why when he arrived home to a swarm of police officers and his hysterical siblings. 

For the next three months, the three remaining Williams children would bounce from foster home to foster home as they searched for the love they had lost. While they would never find it, they still had each other — and that was all that mattered, despite the hole that their youngest sibling. The deaths marked a turning point in Fletchers life, because he lost a part of himself when with the loss with that he too became lost. Harboring an anger so deep even he himself couldn’t control it, let alone fathom what he was capable of because of it. He needed purpose – to belong to something that wasn’t going to break as his family had. There was only one option and that was to step up and create some form of normality for his siblings. Dropping out of school he sought full time work to provide and care for his siblings, and the help of those within the hunting community to continue carrying the torch for the Williams family of whom were notorious for helping train the very best of the NYC hunters. The years that followed blended together in a symphony of what could only be described as the orphans finding their purpose once again.

Under the guidance of one of his parents best friend Fletcher was able to develop and perfect his skillset, to the point he was very soon travelling the world to play his part in training and upskilling any hunters that were willing and able. Fletcher took a much more hands on approach in comparison to his siblings. As much as he enjoyed utilizing any such weapon he could get his hands on, the hunter was almost too proficient in hand to hand combat and espionage; excelling in an array of martial arts and mixed combat fighting styles, Fletcher very quickly built a reputation for being a walking, talking weapon. Returning home he very quickly went to work building an intricate webbed network within the NYC elite and those families tied to the council, offering up his services to the highest bidder and trading in favor's and secrets which earned him a vast array of friends and equally, enemies'.

HEADCANONS

Fletcher has a small flame like birthmark on the inside of his left wrist.

His most prized position is an old revolver that was passed down generations from his father. A weapon that he very rarely is seen without but rarely uses.

The male has a leather jacket of which has a patch from every state and country he’s visited. From the number of times he’s left it behind in cafes and airport stopovers and had it returned to him, it’s no wonder the old thing is one of his favourite possessions.

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ALIAS: Maddison Juliet Delacore

AGE: 28

BIRTHDATE: November 1st  

SPECIES: Hunter

OCCUPATION: TBC

FACECLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey

BIOGRAPHY

Maddison was born the middle child of three to rather wealthy parents Cassandra and Sebastian Delacore; a witch and a hunter that went against the status quo in the name of love. The Delacore lineage was born of old money with generations having been involved in the oil mining industry. Or so that was how the story went.

Growing up with two brothers the only daughter learnt very quickly how to hold her own. While her brothers both showed signs of similar powers to that of their mother, Maddy was never blessed with such things and thus thrust into a regimented world of hunting, much to her dismay. While their mother trained her boys in the age old art of control, she was learning of the ugly underbelly within NYC. One she would soon be part of. A part of her resented her brother's for not being dealt the same cards -- for having it easy. Things got better when the eldest left for the military. He wrote for a time, and things were good until the letters stopped coming followed by a uniformed man turning up on their doorstep some weeks later. Maddy hadn’t been privy to the details, but she knew by her mothers sudden wailing that her brother wouldn’t return. Little did the children know just how well versed their parents were in staging situations. Nevertheless, truth always had a way of unveiling itself. It was only a matter of time. Upon graduating highschool she felt claustrophobic within her home, social circle and even the hunting community thus making the decision to head to Europe where she would train alongside cousins and grow to enjoy the way of life, finding her own purpose and moral compass within a world of chaos. The distance also aided the relationship with her brother and bringing them closer, allowing them both to grow into themselves outside from the watchful eyes of their parents or the pressure of their status in society. Catching wind of a rumor that made little to no sense she returned home to confront her parents; choosing to confide in Theodore first. Talk of William Delacore's death not having been miliary related and instead an inside take down left her feeling ill and in desperate need for answers. Which was just what the Delacore children would demand from their parents. The truth would turn out to be much worse than anyone could anticipate. While the Delacore family was born of a family run oil dynasty -- this was also a guise to hide the real money maker which was hunting and capturing supernatural's from all walks of life, to sell to the wealthy for their own grim pleasure. An underground ring of supernatural trafficking of which their parents were at the forefront of. William had discovered this and when confronted by his parents and demanded some form of answers, murdered or worse, also sold on to be tortured and disposed of. All at the hands of his very own parents. Seeking vengeance in the name of their brother, Maddison and Theodore, murdered their parents and in turn ended the cycle of violence and inherited the family fortune.

HEADCANONS

Since the death of her brother all those years ago, she’s still her sharp-tongued sarcastic self but she’s no where near as trusting as she once was. The woman is well known for being blunt as a sledgehammer, she doesn’t believe in sugar coating the facts. She keeps her cards close to her chest and can come off as cold and guarded upon first glances, but Maddy has a heart contrary to popular belief and she cares more than she lets on. 

On the eve of her brothers death every year Maddison see’s to it that his grave site is cleaned before spending some time filling him in on the last year.  

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ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY as Emily Thomas SAINT X | Season One, Episode Three “Men Of Interest”

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THEODOSIA DONOVAN​:

LOCATION: Wolfe’s Den

𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 few who own a bar in town, Theo can’t seem to find it in herself to drink from her inventory. Instead she often finds herself migrating in the direction of Wolfe’s Den, a safe and comfortable environment where she found herself able to drink in peace. She had already indulged in a couple glasses of whiskey, never one to drink anything cheap. Never out of a sense of entitlement, but she simply preferred it. She had been alone for some amount of time at the bar – that is, until she noticed the individual taking a seat next to her. “I’ll have what they’re having.” The woman says with a friendly smile. Perhaps to start a conversation.

...

It went without saying that some days were longer than most, some cases left the mind running wild and made even attempting to sleep at night that much harder. Which was why more often than not, Emira had found herself sliding into the very same barstool each Friday night. Only to her surprise it seemed that seat was occupied for a change, eliciting the lawyer to shift into another as she ordered one of whatever was the most potent on their menu. And when the blonde spoke up, she found her attention lifting from the bartop before her to settle upon the other. “In that case, I ought to apologize in advance...” she mused, offering a small smile of her own. 

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AMBER STEVENSON​:

for: @fireinhislungs​​ ( utp! ) location: bluebird café

“This is me agreeing. It may not look like it through the sleepy haze, but consider me agreeing with absolutely everything you just said,” Amber murmured, taking a sip of her much needed coffee. A pause followed, and then she added with a small laugh, “So what did you say?”

...

“Careful A, you’re stepping into dangerous territory--” The firefighter forewarned, expression somber before his lips curved upward into a small smile. “Fortunately for you, I’m not in the mood for exploiting that mistake of yours today. Tell me, when was the last time you actually slept for more than a few hours?”

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RHYS TAYLOR​:

for: @fireinhislungs​ ( utp! ) location: badger and boar

“I don’t usually say it, but I’m actually tempted to order up some food tonight while I’m here. A curry’d go nice with a couple of cold beers.”

...

“Unless you have somewhere to be, perhaps you should live and little and follow through on that thought. Order whatever you want, it’s going on my tab, besides, I’ve eaten enough here in the last few months to practically be on a first name basis with the chef -- be rude not too.“

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DARIUS KAMAL​:

for: @nottinghillstarters​ ( open! ) location: bluebird café

The sudden noise jolted Darius asleep and it was only then they realised they’d fallen asleep on the table top. Embarrassing. As usual they’d screwed up their sleeping schedule. “Sorry, what? What did you say?” they asked, glancing up.

...

“They called your name a few times, but you were dead to the world.“ Maddison explained, shifting toward to settle the takeaway coffee cup down upon the table before the other. “No offence but you kinda look like you haven’t slept in days.. last I checked coffee wasn’t the cure for exhaustion..”

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JACE ESCARRA​:

LOCATION: Jace’s office, the University

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 innate curiosity as he tries to understand the phrasing of a student’s sentence – not quite sure what he intended to mean. Even still, he is determined to get through the paper. His friend has already been gracious enough to come and visit him, even if his day is extraordinarily busy. “God – do you know what the hell they’re trying to say?” He asks, extending the paper to his friend. “God, it’s very rare to make me feel like an idiot. Somehow, they’ve managed to do it.”

...

There was a reason Samuel had decided early on in his career that higher education was not for him and staring down at the so called essay the other held out to him, that was all but affirmed. “I’m no expert, but I’m not even sure that’s written in English?” He quipped, brows furrowed together before shifting back in his seat as he returned the paper toward the other over the desk. “Kid’s fluent in something and I’d put money on it being bullshit.”

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TALIAH POLAT​:

LOCATION: Somewhere Taliah can park a car

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐖 things and people that Taliah loved more than her car. Her goddamn car. That thing was her baby, having been brought back to health by a lot of her hard work. There was nothing like riding in a classic car, but one that ran as good as new? Nothing else could compare. Perhaps this is why she had been so excited to show it to her friend when they had asked. The grin on her face told them enough as she gestured outward in a fashion that was extraordinarily reminiscent of a certain miss Vanna White – putting the vehicle on display. “Well.. here she is!” The woman gestures to the cherry red car with a giddy grin. “My pride and joy. You’ll never have a smoother ride.”

...

If there was anything Maddison understood it was the love engines and the power that came with them. The expression on the brunettes face said it all and she couldn’t help the small upward curve of her own smile as green hues drifted the length of the classic piece before them. “So you actually weren’t kidding --- she’s a piece and a half, how long have you had her for?” Maddy hadn’t been back in town long and despite being one of the newer faces on the shop floor at pit stop, already she had taken a shine to some colleagues more than others, Taliah being one of them. 

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status: closed to @pullumtendies​​​

location: hammond's pub

Blending into the background was a skill Maddison had spent years perfecting. Hiding in plain sight. Or so that was how she felt having watched her friend from across the crowded room. Well, at least he was once her friend. Now they were nothing but strangers with a once shared childhood history. Now, to say the woman on his arm was beautiful would have been an understatement and the smile he seemed to have plastered on his face was testament to that; evoking a slight narrowed gaze from the brunette as she watched on. Only when the other gave his arm a gentle squeeze and took her leave did the brunette find herself gravitating toward him. Shifting from her place she came to stand beside the other, motioning to the bartender for another before she made her presence known. “Didn’t take you for being a fan of a crowd like this...” She drawled, before turning some to look after the blonde that retreated through the crowd. “Or maybe just easily persuaded by a pretty face.”

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SOFIA LANZO​:

location: knock out gym

closed starter for: @fireinhislungs​ (your pick!)

“i would avoid that machine if i were you,” sofia warned, catching the other’s gaze before pointing to the spot she’d just been occupying. “it nearly took my head off final-destination-style.”

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“Now that’s a movie I haven’t heard mention in a long few years--“ Samuel countered, internally shuddering at the idea of meeting ones own demise in a gym of all places. “--you know it’s easier if you have a buddy spot you right? And I can promise, they’ll be no heads separating from anyone's shoulders on my watch.”

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HARRY NEWTON​:

location: outside of ricci’s (just after newt’s shift ended)

closed starter for: @fireinhislungs​ (your pick!)

“another day, another shift of shitty tips.” newt sighed as they leaned against the nearest wall, eyes rolling up towards the sky. “it’s feast or famine in there, my friend; thank god for that regular paycheck.”

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“I don’t know how do it, putting up with all those ungrateful customers and doing so with a smile. Takes a certain kind of person and a hell of a lot of patience.“ Maddy countered, gaze lifting from the pavement to steal a glance back toward the venue. Patience had never been a virtue for the brunette. “Come on, drinks on me and you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed in this god forsaken town.”