A [TABITHA TEIVEL] has arrived in Albion. While they may seem [FAMILIAR], they are connected to the [NORTHWOOD] [TEIVEL’S]. Their passport was stamped at Falls’ Inn and shows that they are [32], [5’6], with [RED HAIR] and [GREEN EYES]. Mrs. Kuiper at the Inn said that they seemed [ADAPTABLE] AND [METICULOUS], though they were seen [BEING DECIETFUL] as they departed St. Catharine’s Depot. Be wary, and report any sightings to Madame Lange’s Tea Room.
Wanted Connections and Plots -- Tasks
Personality & Traits
Tabitha is charming and energetic. She likes to stand out from a crowd, and most importantly – her siblings. It was tough being a middle child growing up, and even harder being a suspected changeling. She never felt she had prove herself, in fact if people want to believe she’s a changeling she feels it gives her more mystery and distance from nosy townspeople. She wants to live her life as she pleases and play by her own guidebook. Tabitha doesn’t have problems with fibbing or breaking rules to get what she wants. Most importantly, she knows how to read a room, and adapt her persona for her benefit. She doesn’t appear to be a very loyal individual on the outside, but if you’re one of her friends, you’re friends for life.
Biography
The Teivel’s settled in Albion generations ago. Known to be some of the most gifted and intuitive Green Witches in the valley they quickly established themselves as an integral part of the ever-evolving community. To be a Teivel means something - with certain hopes and responsibilities, an important garden and apothecary business to upkeep, and of course, a reputation.
It was a well maintained, orderly legacy until Tabitha was born.
Her family sensed something different about the girl right away, something deeper than her red hair and stark gazes. While her parents and siblings were digging in the dirt and sampling wild flora Tabitha’s attention was turned towards the sky. The cosmos, star charts, astrology mythos, and most peculiarly; the strange, forbidden paths in Northwood.
Maybe the fae switched their real Tibby at birth, and left some strange changeling in her place. It was whispered speculation between her parents that never seemed to die out. Her short-lived disappearance at six years old certainly hadn’t helped matters, but Tabitha had tried to be good for them. Burned potions, and dead plants at her watch only seemed to complicate matters. A rambunctious, attention seeking child who never fully snuffed the fire within her, even if it was just to blend in. By eighteen, things had seemed to calm amongst her parents whispers and glances, but it had been a façade and Tabitha was sent to live with her Aunt Judith in Salem, Massachusetts. Far away from them, and far away from the influences of the valley.
In her new home, Tabitha was able to learn and indulge in what she truly loved with little reproach. Albion was hidden with magic, but one could also hide in plain sight in Salem. She first discovered her love for the library there, happy to help searching patrons but also taking advantage of slow time to research maps and tomes of her own personal interest. She was developing a life outside the valley, making a name for herself and becoming endeared by townspeople and tourists alike.
And then she got the call that her mother had passed. Tabitha would have stayed away and ignored her remaining family just like they had done to her for the past fifteen years, but her father was persistent, and visions of Northwood wouldn’t leave her mind.
Arriving at the depot after fifteen years, Tabitha is stuck to live with her family again in what she hopes to be a temporary situation. She has no intention of helping at the family apothecary and has already received a job acceptance letter from Green Valley Public Library. With a suitcase, trusted feline companion, and a lot of nerve she’s not quite sure what to expect from Albion after such a long absence. But the woods are calling.
Mysterious Past
Tabitha isn’t touched in Green Magic like the rest of her family, but she has a certain connection with Northwood that seems to transcend an insight into the foliage that grows there even through strange weather. For Tabitha, it’s almost like a calling. The midwinter she was six years old Tabitha wandered away from her home and watchful older brother to get a closer look at the yearly dansa lights. If you had asked her at the time, she would have told anyone the lights were for her all along.
Tabitha remembers it vividly; an ethereal woman on a white horse beckoning her to cross the veil. Stepped over some scattered stones, Tabitha found herself in an alternate Northwood bright with summer and blooming fruits she had never seen before. More ethereal beings awaited her with open arms, they had always been waiting. Frightened, she turned and ran back – startled and confused upon returning to be punished for disappearing for six days. She hasn’t returned since that night, but back in Albion she can still hear them.













