( Chloe Bennet/ cis woman/ she/her) — Genevive “Evie” Andrews has been living in Port Leiry for her whole life, although she just returned from college. They currently work as an Editorial Assistant for the local newspaper, and are 26 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a Born Werewolf or if they’re connected to Warwick. They tend to be quite Reckless and Stubborn, but can also be Loyal and Clever.— ( JJ/ EST/ pronouns / 22/ needles)
Name: Genevieve “Evie” Andrews
Occupation: Editorial Assistant @ PL Times
Age: 26
Sexuality: Pan
Species: Werewolf (Born)
Pack: Warwick
Hometown: Port Leiry, OR
Relationship Status: Single
Personality Traits: Stubborn, reckless, loyal, clever, outgoing, bitter
TW: Child neglect/abandonment
001. Your dad is the one who has the gift, who shows you just how amazing it is to be able to turn without a moon to force it. To have a kind of control that the werewolves in the movies lacked, something that made him special. You’re going to be special too, he says. He can’t wait for you to have your first real turn so he could show you the parts of the woods that you can only reach as a wolf, the strength that comes with being able to stay completely yourself in both the human and the wolf form. You pester him for weeks about it, asking when, counting down the days to each full moon when you’d sneak out to the garden shed while he was off with his pack, far away from you and your mother on the one night a month he didn’t have that control.
002. Someone from your father’s pack is the one who breaks the news. Anish sits in your living room and talks of hunters, of the people who prowl the streets in the full moon picking off wolves at their most vulnerable, when they can’t help but act like animals. It’s a silver bullet that takes out your father, and a job offer across the state that takes your mother. Money’s no trouble, not really, and free reign of the house with groceries delivered every week is the best you’ve got going for you. For the first time, the gift your father promised feels like a curse, the reason she gives for why you can’t come live with her every time you call to ask. “You’re a werewolf, Evie, you need to have a pack to help you with that. I wouldn’t know what to do, that was your father’s thing.” Eventually, you stop asking.
003. Warwick is the connection to your gift that you never knew you needed until you had it. When you finally turn, Anish is there again to help you in the confusing, terrifying aftermath. He steps in, helps make sure you stay in contact with your pack outside of just the full moons. It feels like your family, and you never want it to change.
004. Tideview’s journalism program isn’t going to give you the connections you need, but you still take weeks to accept the scholarship offer to UCLA. You like the idea of being somewhere big, somewhere you can actually learn how to do what you love, but you hate the idea of leaving. It’s a fight to make yourself go, but you do it. Penny leaving the pack is a blow, but you have to make yourself take it as a sign that you need to see your degree through. If you sacrificed a friendship that big for it, then it had better be worth it.
005. Everything changes after Matias dies. You take a week off of classes to come back home, to be there for old friends. You know Avi well enough that you can tell something is wrong, something deeper than simple grief, but you can’t stay long enough to do anything about it. It’s a battle to make yourself leave, but he assures you he’ll be fine, and you’re just naive enough to convince yourself that’s the truth.
006. Every time you call Anish, you can tell he’s holding something back. You start to regret telling him that you’d drop everything and come back if something was really wrong, because he clearly took it as a reason to keep the details hidden away instead of sharing them.
007. Graduation gives you hope, but your work connections are all still in LA. You try to track the situation from afar, reading between the lines in the local news sites, but nobody who writes those things actually knows. Conspiracy pages, social media, those have more to say, and none of it looks good for Warwick. Finally, enough is enough. You’re going home.
Who: Open!
Where/When: Port Eerie Rave, Early Evening
Keep an eye on things at Avi's little party. Orders straight from the big bad wolf herself were hard to turn down.
Halloween wasn’t really a thing for her, she always seemed to have a lot due in October, but she could put together a costume from her closet, zhuzh it up enough to be Rave Lois Lane instead of the regular one. White shirt, black vest, blacklight paint on her cheek for a quick superman symbol to make it clear, and she was set. No kandi, that was Penny’s thing, but she was pretty proud of what she’d gotten together last second.
Raucous at the Rave, Evie Andrews on the byline. She’d have to workshop that headline, probably, but making herself approach this like research for a story made it feel less weird. Less like she was looking for trouble, and more like she’d be giving it a real run for its money when it found her.
Not that she was looking for trouble in the first place. She was just... watching. Observing. Glancing for trouble, oh-so-casually as she dug through a candy bowl and shoved a full hand of it into her mouth, more to look like she fit in than anything.
TREAT!
Shoveling Candy into your mouth, you nearly crack a tooth on some cherry hard candy. Oop! Wait! That's a [RED GEMSTONE] The Red Gemstone Key item can be traded to the Vampire Council in exchange for a favor!
Ow. Even the candy bowl knows she doesn’t belong here.
The weird gem thing was stashed in a pocket for a later date, a mental note that Anish might know something about whatever it was, and she turned, leaving the snack table behind.
Bad idea. There was a much closer crowd now, one she was quickly lost in, trying to force her way through, all elbows and shoulders.
That wasn’t working. The dancing, laughing, drinking crowd was turning more into a crush of people, one she was unable to get out of. The more she tried to push, the worse it got, like trying to fight the flow of a river and getting nowhere, almost getting dragged down from it all until—
She got an arm through a gap between some dancers, and instead of having to shove them apart to make her way through, a hand was in hers, pulling. A lifeline, one she took full advantage of, letting herself be pulled out and finally getting free of that crowd.
“Holy shit, thanks.” Evie took a few deep breaths, trying to even her breathing out after the panic of that mess, “You’re like, my hero.”
Evie knows, logically, that if this event was set up by promoters, Avi's involved. She's not into raves, but you have to make compromises for your pack, and Evie's no exception. She's here to try to figure out what exactly could be going down at this event, and may just get in over her head in the process...
