name: Anathema Chamomile Greensmith (Cham) occupation: barista and PhD student age: 27 sexuality: queer species: witch coven: covenless hometown: Boston personality Traits:Ā scattered, obsessive, generous, kind, cheerful, forcebly optomistic, suspicious, insomiac
&. BACKGROUND tw murder, child abuse/neglectĀ
The 7th daughter of the 7th daughter born to into one of the oldest matrilineal lines of magic on the east coast would always have been burdened with expectations. The fruition of generations of planning and strategic marriages, the child was named Anathema and her path was laid out before her magic even manifested.
Once her magic did manifest it was different than anyone else's in her family, a small child talking to plants and making flowers bloom was unheard of in the Ironwood coven. But the 7th daughter of the 7th daughter was bound to have some differences, and regardless of her natural inclinations the childās family was determined to bend her to their will and design. Pressure was present in every moment of her upbringing, with a constant need to perform and measure up to her parents, and the covens, high expectations. She poured all her energies into the study of the arcane, of glyphs and wards and how to draw circles and manifest her intention into reality. Deep down she always felt that there was something to make up for with her natural magic, no one in the coven was ever interested or impressed when she forced a plant to grow in superspeed, or flowers that were withered blossom again with fresh color, but her sygils made them stop and listen so that is where she poured all her energy into.
Her focus was so singular on living up to the expectations of her birth order that she didnāt notice the whispers all around her, that while other children in the coven, including her siblings, went to school she stayed home. That she could go to sleep feeling like she was brimming full of magic and wake up the next minute feeling like she had to scrape the bottom of a bucket to find a scrap. She was constantly separated from the other children, only ever pitted against them against eachother or to be used as a painful teaching moment.
Her world was irrevocably changed when she was 14 and what was supposed to be a family trip morphed into a nightmare. Lured in with false promises of working magic with the coven as a full member, an equal, but after she spent hours drawing sygils only for the coven to alter the sygils and drain her magic as she slept. She woke just in time to see her magic twisted and stolen to curse a pack of werewolves she had never even heard of. The monstrous cruelty they witnessed ripped the veil of naivety from their eyes, and for the first time she could see the twisted coven for what it was. So she ran.
After seeing the horrible things her magic had done any flash of magic filled their throat with bile, and she knew her family could use her magic to track her. Swearing to never allow themself to be used that way again the young witch stopped using magic all together, didnāt acknowledge its existence and lived as a human teen on the run. She changed her name to Chamomile, which had always been her favorite flower, and did her very best to keep her head down and be a normal human blind to the existence of the supernatural.
But magic continued to bloom under their skin, and unused it made them restless. After 4 years of hiding as a human, plagued by nightmares and the guilt of the knowledge of what her magic had done, Chamomile decided it was time to stop hiding and time to do something. She found a school in New York where she threw herself back into the study of the arcane and began to hear whispers that maybe her coven hadnāt been entirely successful in their destruction of the Ryan Pack.
Determined to gain redemption for the blood her magic had spilled, Chamomile made it her mission to learn everything she could about curses, and find the Ryan pack to undo the harm she had unknowingly created. One ill fated return home was all it took to confirm they were on the right path. She organizes to finish her PhD by correspondence and took a train west, headed for the city of Port Liery where magic and the supernatural seem to be drawn together in mass quantities.
Their first stop off the train was to surround herself by nature, walking deep into the woods on the edge of town to try and find herself. By some providence, or fate, she stumbles across an old Victorian house covered in vines and hidden beneath years of growth. The vines part easily for her however, and the interior of the house is nearly intact, some moldering furniture that will need replaced, but there is safety in the old walls and she immediately feels at home.
&. HEADCANNONS
Chamomile survived after she left her coven not through magic of the supernatural kind, but an entirely different magic that she found on the streets of New York, the magic of the ballroom scene. She was far too young, but she found a home with the House of Flora. She helped clean the house, sewed looks for their balls, and shined the trophies. And once she was old enough she walked in the butch category.
Chamomile is a massive nerd, and runs TTRPG games with elaborate magical worlds and carefully crafted props.
They are not a stitch witch by any account, but they are very good with a sewing machine and some embroidery floss. Most of her clothes have some touch of visible mending.
Nearly every room in her house has plants hanging from the ceiling to dry, and she makes tea blends and herb sachets but she never sells them, just gives them away to people she thinks needs them.
Chamomile killed her father, and feels no remorse for it, which is more worrying for her than the actual killing.
&. WANTED CONNECTIONS
players at her table, TTRPG friends
Blood is not thicker, one of her 6 older siblings, or maybe even mother dearest?
A friend in need, a vampire willing to help her get electricity and wifi out to her house by compelling some utility workers
Curse workers, witches she can consult with about curses, to truly break something you have to learn how to create it first.















