basics.
full name â Opal Zamora faceclaim â Priscilla Quintana gender & pronouns â cisfemale, she/her age â 29 birthday â 4/1/1995 occupation â clerk at crystal clear/ "tarot reader for hire" (she's faking it) neighborhood â Cardinal Hill length of time in blue harbor â a few weeks marital status: single on this earthly plane. engaged to satan in the nine hells. moral alignment: chaotic neutral
tldr. tw: parental death, cancer (full bio can be found at the bottom of the intro)
opal was born sofia estelle zamora to a very young mother and an absent father. without family to fall back on, the duo suffered financially. this led to many odd jobs that barely made ends meet.
but crime pays, baby!Â
a little petty theft here, a pickpocket there, some light manipulation and at least they went to sleep with full bellies
and like mother, like daughter, little 6 year old Opal began to dip her toes in the shallow end of the crime pool. because honestly, sheâd just blink those big, innocent green eyes and theyâd just assume she didnât know any better
eventually, opalâs mom got an actual jobâ though they refused to give her full time which meant she got zero benefitsâ but opal didnât feel it necessary to stop. she was good at it. and they still needed the money.
together, they managed to buy a house. it was the first real, solid thing they owned and it finally felt like they were getting somewhere
then opalâs mom got sick
without health insurance, treatments went unsought and bills went unpaid and when opalâs mom eventually passed, the state came for those unpaid bills in the form of her estate.Â
left with absolutely nothing, opal moved (ran) away from miami, got a job as a cocktail waitress at a strip club in orlando, and called herself ruby.
and because gross old rich men are idiots, it was almost too easy when a patron took a liking to her, thinking himself clever as he gifted her a ruby. when she left town and pawned the gem, sheâd hatched a new plan
the next place she lived, she was pearl and she found another sucker to fall into the same trap. and on it went: saffron, jade, diamond. it was too easy. and opal loved it.
the only real wrench in her plan was trying to run her little game on the wrong person in the beginning. he was not as stupid as he looked and instead of turning her in, he offered her a deal instead: work with him and he would provide all the fake documents and inside information she needed to make more money with less risk. it wasn't an offer she felt she could turn down, though it soured her work a little bit. instead of feeling like partners, she just felt owned.
it was at some point in atlanta where fate finally dealt her a hand she could play with. pure coincidence had the son of her momâs old boss (that asshole that wouldnât give her fulltime and health benefits? yeah, him) and so opal ran the con of her life. she made him fall in love, relished in every second of it, and then took him for everything she could as she slipped away into the night. her only regret? not being there to see his face when he realized what sheâd done.
she made her way to nowhere, illinois, because her "partner" hadn't appreciated the fact that she'd gone rogue and now she's not only hiding from her last job, but from him, too. in this town, she's decided she's connected with the metaphysical and offers tarot readings, fortune telling, and the like to make a little bit of money. but old habits die hard.
sheâs kinda evil and she kinda likes it
but sheâs fun
come play with her
headcanons.
tba
wanted connections.
roommate
partner who is not happy with her atm
the last con she ran who is also not happy with her atm
anyone who she might do her fake little readings on
people who don't buy her bullshit
people who DO buy her bullshit
maybe a hook up or two. something that wasn't supposed to be complicated but is for whatever reason
more tba!
full bio.
tw: cancer, parent death
Sofia Zamora has worn many faces. Opal is simply the newest one, crafted and honed by years of learning to fight back against a system that was put in place to knock down people like herâ and make sure they stayed there.Â
Born Sofia Estelle Zamora to a mother who was barely eighteen and a father so far out of the picture heâd never been there to start with, Opal was not provided with the tools to succeed. She and her mother had no support system, no family to fall back on. Daycare was too expensive and no one wanted to take a chance on a high school dropout with unreliable child careâ at least, none of the places that offered a living wage. Her mother tried to make it work for a while, having several jobs that were questionable at best with irregular hours. It felt as though no matter how hard she tried, it was always one step forward and two steps back.
So she took matters into her own hands. Opal grew up watching her mother lie, cheat, and steal her way to a life that just managed to scrape by. That was, until Opal turned six and she was deemed old enough to take care of herself. Her mother found a job, one that paid enoughâ though they refused her full timeâ and Opal fed herself Spaghetti-Oâs straight from the can while she waited for her to return. But young and impressionable as she was, sheâd begun honing her own craft of manipulation. A tiny hand finding its way into a purse on the bus? Well, who could be mad at the dirt smudged, wide and teary eyed little girl when she was caught with a few jewels or a small handful of cash?Â
As Opal grew, so did her hauls, and she became the provider while her motherâs check was the supplement. It was a lot of responsibility that she wore on her shoulders, bearing down on her when money got a little tight. And then her mother got sick.Â
Mary Zamora had always been the strongest woman Opal had ever known, but watching her wither away with cancer while she begged for full time work for the chance at healthcare that might help was excruciating. Opal couldnât steal or con her way into enough money. While the bills piled up, she watched as her mother was worn down, etched into another creature entirely by the end. Sheâd worked so hard to provide a home for her daughter, had tried so hard to do right by her. She repeated the sentiment in a raspy whisper the night she closed her eyes for the last time.Â
Opal felt lost and untethered without her mother and partner in crime. Theyâd been such a unit her entire life that sheâd never imagined what it might be like without her other half. The home theyâd created together felt both entirely too empty and far too small. But life seemed poised to take care of that problem for her. Those unpaid medical bills? They were to be paid for by her motherâs estate. The house that her mother had left her, the only thing sheâd ever been able to provideâ gone. Just like that.
So, left with nothing, Opal turned to what she was good at, the only thing sheâd ever known: using her affinity for reading people to get what she wanted. She did a small stint working as a cocktail waitress at a strip club under the alias Ruby. An older gentleman and a regular patron of the club became a regular of hers, spoiling her with gifts if she gave him a little extra attention. When he gifted her with a real ruby (worth $8kâ she checked), an idea began to form. Men were idiotsâ that sheâd always knownâ and they always thought themselves clever. With nothing keeping her in Miami, she quit the club, pawned the ruby, and set off on a new adventure.Â
She took on personas like Diamond, Pearl, and Saffron, and her targets always fell into that clever little trap. They lavished her with gifts, always thinking themselves the most charming and the most clever when they chose a jewel based on her name. And once sheâd grown bored or gotten what she needed, she moved onto the next place. It was sustainable, and honestly? It was fun.Â
And then life threw her another curveball. But this time she was poised to catch it. The company her mother worked for, who had denied her full time work and health insurance, had been based out of Atlanta. It hadnât been a spot sheâd sought for that reason, but fate had a funny way of working itself out. Sheâd been enjoying the spoils of her latest con, drinking a martini alone at the bar, when she was approached by her motherâs old bossâs son. It was as though heâd been offered up on a silver platter and it was not an opportunity she was keen to waste. Sheâd been Jade here, and introduced herself as such. He was young and handsome and incredibly naive because he fell for her hook, line, and sinker. And when she made off with as much as she possibly could, her only regret was that she hadnât been there to see his face when heâd realized what sheâd done.
The job hadn't come without its own set of risks, however. All it had taken was choosing the wrong person to con, someone who was far more insightful than he looked. When he caught her red handed, she'd thought for sure her jig was up. But instead, he proposed a partnership of sorts. He was a skilled hacker with a laundry list of vendettas. He would point her in a direction, give her all the information she could possibly need, and together, they'd ruin lives. It was a match made in heaven. Until she found an opportunity to take revenge for herself. She'd been in town for a different job entirely and he became irate when she went rogue. So with her latest job satisfying a blood lust she'd lived with for years and angering someone with far more resources than she'd ever imagined a person could have at their disposal, Opal adopted a new identity and decided to lay low in a middle-of-nowhere town in Illinois. Here, she'd be the fresh faced newcomer who was sensitive to the spirit realm. She'd believe in the power of crystals and the powers of the universe. She bought a tarot deck and schooled herself on YouTube. Maybe she'd even do some fortune telling for funsies. Her first reading is free: Beware the green eyed drifter with the saccharine smile.Â



















