occupation: Owner of Creeks Bar and Grill (recently acquired ownership)
species: Original Vampire
language(s) spoken: Old Norse, English, German, Italian, French
hair color: Brown
eye color: Blue
notable scars or tattoos:
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: Diplomatic, Loyal
2 negative traits: Vengeful, Temperamental
likes: Blood, Feeding, Literature, Sex, Modern Technology,
dislikes: The Lykkosons, Organized Religion, Ignorant People,
habits: Breathing heavily through his nose when annoyed or frustrated
FAMILY ▸
father: Bjørn
mother: TBA.
siblings: Artemisia, Baldr, Kael, Freya, Eerika, Gyda (Deceased)
BIO ▸
Vali is one of the eldest Bjørnsson children, born early on a bright, spring day. Because he was older than most of his siblings and because of the time period he was born in, he was treated as if he were royalty in his family. His father always put him on a very high pedestal, using him as an example of how his younger siblings should behave. Of course, Vali didn’t approve of the pedestal he was placed upon. He didn’t want to be treated any different than his siblings. Unfortunately, Vali wasn’t growing up into the man that Bjørn wanted him to be. The head of the family wanted Vali to be strong fighter with a hardened demeanor and disposition. Vali was much more kind and softhearted than his father would have ever wanted him to be. Instead of being hard on his siblings, he always spoke words of encouragement and love to them. He was known in their village for his kindness, and as he grew, he was known for his kindness and handsome features, as well as aura that radiated strength, but was still peaceful nonetheless.
Vali didn’t plan on dying. Then again, does anyone ever really plan on dying? The way that his death was brought about had been sudden and unexpected. He thought that in his death, he would pass on; go to Heaven or Hell or whatever waited for him on the other side. But instead, he was cursed to living a life that had no end for the foreseeable future. The idea alone of living forever wasn’t horrible to Vali. Forever with his siblings? That was the only upside of the ordeal. The idea that he would have to feed on people in order to survive was what he hated. On top of that, the death of his youngest sibling had taken quite the toll on him. He felt like a failure, like he wasn’t a good brother. He would have sacrificed himself for Gyda in a heartbeat if he could, but unfortunately it wasn’t possible. She was dead, and it took him a long time to come to terms with that.
As the years passed, Vali found his heart hardening slowly but surely. He still treated his siblings with all the possibly love in the world, but vampire life had stripped him of the kindness and innocence he once held. By the time his fiftieth year as a vampire rolled around, he had fully given himself into vampirism. He fed as he pleased, killed when necessary (or when pissed off) and tried to enjoy himself as much as possible. He was going to live forever, so he might as well have fun, right? Despite all of this, he is known as the diplomatic one. In times of great stress and peril, he tries to find a solution that placates both parties. But he’ll only try once. If the other being doesn’t reciprocate his efforts, then he unleashes his ugly side.
Upon waking up from a five hundred year slumber, Vali is, understandably, pissed off. He woke up and immediately wanted the head of who cursed him and his siblings, and everyone else who was involved with it. It took a few hours for him to calm down - during which he went on a rampage and destroyed half of the Bjørnsson mansion in his fit of rage, which he’s of course hired (i.e. compelled) contractors to come in and fix. Now that he’s finally awake, he wants to finish this war once and for all - and anyone who wants to get in his way can go down with his targets.
&. → MALE : BOB MORLEY : BLOODY SHIRT BY TO KILL A KING — is that AMBROSE LYKOSSON wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for THREE YEARS and word around the town claims that the 30/1000+ ORIGINAL WEREWOLF is known to be DAUNTLESS and DECEPTIVE. They can be found at BATE'S MOTEL as the OWNER. With them being part of the LYKOSSONS, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.
( note, this blog is a sideblog to rhys’ ( huntrs ) follow backs as well as memes, etc. will be sent from there !! )
❝ dying is easy, everything else is work. ❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― constellations of freckles on his skin, snapping jaws full of sharp teeth, the feeling of being watched, low echoing laughter. . ― ✎ rory.
basic ▸
full name: ambrose lykosson
age: thirty / 1000+
date of birth: unknown, sometime during the winter.
occupation: owner of bate’s motel.
species: original werewolf.
language(s) spoken: english, tagalog, spanish, latin & more, bits & pieces of many others.
hair color: black
eye color: brown
notable scars or tattoos: crescent moon birth mark on his left shoulder blade.
interior ▸
2 positive traits: dauntless, adaptable
2 negative traits: deceptive, wildcard
likes: fighting, causing mischief / anything that captures his attention, making connections, running.
dislikes: anything boring, pretending to be nice, anyone stuffy, being alone, most depictions of him in history ( he’s quite picky about it !! )
habits: cracking his knuckles, running a hand through his hair, pushing himself physically when stressed.
family ▸
no written records of any blood related family members, ambrose rarely if ever mentions them.
bio ▸
cursed a thousand years ago as a wolf to hunt down vampires ? right up his alley !! at one point, he might’ve been more remorseful or conflicted but it has essentially entirely faded throughout the years.
carlisle cullen but a chaotic werewolf ?? meaning he would find & take in newly turned wolves, making connections & taking care of them like they were his own family. it was in fact, partly out of his desire to protect family / actually caring for them & partly because he wanted power. he wanted those who would go to bat for him, who would help him hunt. peace was never an option for him.
essentially was a traveling pack for a long time, hunting & making detours to pick up new wolves who he’d teach & take care of. actually caring for them became second nature, even today he has an undeniable loyalty to most other wolves, even some hybrids to an extent.
he quickly found out caring too obviously put them in danger, those he cared for were killed, so in turn, he’d kill anyone his enemies cared for as well. his hands are stained in the blood of thousands.
ambrose played along with hunting down vampires for years upon years, until he simply grew tired of it ! it no longer entertained him & thus no longer was his probably. plus, he figured it was his way to no longer indulge the curse placed upon him.
that isn’t to say he didn’t still kill if the need arose, it was simply more of a, i’ll protect family first.
hasn’t shied away from life’s luxuries, wherever something was happening, ambrose was never far behind.
this being said he quite literally is part of a lot of myths / legends told around the world. he gets quite offended at their depiction of him most of the time, also probably makes people think his motel is haunted.
lies about who he’s known, how old he is, just who he is, honestly just whatever makes it more fun for him. he’s an ass ! although most of what he lies about isn’t too serious.
still looks for wolves to take care of to this day, they can come & go as they please but he will bat for them no matter what.
heard something was happening in briar creek, there was no way he’d stay away !
talks a lot more like bellamy than bob as well, i just imagine him having quite a gruff voice.
couldn’t care less about most vampires now, unless they trying to fuck with him or one of his wolves -- then he cares !
his wolf form’s essentially a large pure black wolf with glaring gold eyes !
pansexual & quite the flirt, that being said despite his nature & how he acts most of the time. he’s easily committed to those he cares about, stayed with past loves for hundreds of years until their death or circumstance tore them apart.
cares, actually isn’t afraid to care by any means he is just chaos incarnate, no one ever quite knows what he’s up to, whether he’ll destroy everything he’s created or simply just sit back & watch everything unfold.
i have plenty of wcs !! so hit me up to plot or give this post a like > : )
❝ conceited? you mean well aware of who the fuck i am? absolutely .❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― long walks under the rain, dark red blood dripping from fingertips, scented candles that make your head spin, heavy books spread all around her home . ― ✎penned by ivy .
BASIC ▸
full name: Beatrix Marie Learley
age: 23/421
date of birth: February 11th
occupation: owner of Solabee flowers shop
species: witch
language(s) spoken: english, spanish, italian, bulgarian & a little norwegian
hair color: red
eye color: dark brown
notable scars or tattoos: none
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: ambitious & playful
2 negative traits: vengeful & cynical
likes: sunsets; solitude; books; rain; magic & her poisonous plants
dislikes: people... in general
habits: talking to her plants ... amongst other dangerous things
FAMILY ▸
father: deceased
mother: deceased
siblings: none
BIO ▸
tw: abuse; kidnapping
It’s not easy being pretty and Beatrix learned that the hard way. Born in a time that seemed so far away from what is now, that at times, while she spends time staring at the darkening ceiling, it all feels like a long since passed dream turned nightmare. And even if there were little things that still looked the same, for human nature never really changed or learned from its past, the girl there once lived, was no more. She died the night werewolves killed her whole family because they had refused to do dangerous magic for their pack leader. She was as good as dead too but then her pretty face and innocent eyes saved her even when she tried to stab the werewolf in the chest, once he reached to grab her and lead her away. At that time Bea was no more then eight years old and the old werewolf did nothing but laugh with its raspy and hungry voice and threaten to eat her piece by piece if she tried something like that again. And God knew Beatrix tried... a lot of times after that, if only to test and see if he would kill her like he had promised. Sadly, it didn’t happen.
It so happened that she spent 10 years living amongst the pack of the person that killed her parents. Opposed to what everyone assumed, the leader didn’t lay a hand on her - well, not in the traditional sense of the word. His abuse was more mental then anything else, turning her into the Red Riding Hood long before that story was ever created at all.
Having no one to teach her how to use her magic, as Beatrix got closer to her 18th birthday, her uncontrollable outbursts started to be almost daily problem both for her and the pack. Many of the wolves wanted her simply gone and killed before but now they threatened the leader, stepping over every written and unwritten law ever. Even the small Bea knew that this game of survival with her was coming to an end. And she preferred for it to be his, not hers.
For all of her years being dragged away with the pack, Beatrix had learned a few things, making mental notes about different members and their relationships between one another - mental, because the werewolves weren’t really dumb and knew not to leave her with stuff she would know how to use against them. Too bad they weren’t able to make her stop using her brain.
Long story short is that she worked hard in the span of almost an year - using simple herbs to prepare potions that were supposed to help her keep her outburst in check but around that, she managed to finish a few side projects too. That and slipping innocent rumours about the pack members in the appropriate times, it wasn’t long since their temper started to rise. Wolves were like that naturally and her innocent potions only made it that much more heightened, up until the point they turned onto one another, and most importantly - against their leader. That was the night Beatrix managed to escape and had never looked back since.
Even if being tempted to search for information about what had happened to the pack after that night, she didn’t manage to learn anything... and maybe it was for the better.
For a long time after escaping her captures, Beatrix found it even more harder to fit anywhere for the simple truth she didn’t belong neither amongst humans, other witches or God forbid whatever else was roaming the night. That didn’t mean, of course, that she lacked the desire to live long and fruitful life, making up for all of the years that had been taken away from her. Funny, because no matter what she managed to do, some gaps into her life were never ever filled.
One thing Beatrix learned while living amongst the wolves, was that she was good with herbs and potions, but with them not really caring to allow her to learn, most of her knowledge came from trial and error, until she had her freedom back. The witch dedicated a lot of years to find the right books and spells, learning everything that was possible for a single witch, without coven or anyone to show her anything, could do.
Eventually, her obsession for knowledge grew to the scales that she understood that was the moment in which she would start chasing immortality. This too, like most of the stuff that came into her life, was a product of many trials and errors, months spent buried inside of many dusty books, but eventually she made it work. And it was really cynic and funny to whom she decided to link her life, out of all of the possibilities.
One of the things Beatrix most loved about her immortality is the fact she can go anywhere she loves, doing anything she likes. It was like unwritten pact she had made with herself - never to stay in one place for too long, always traveling and meeting new sides of the world that was so against her from the moment she was born. In the back of her brain she knows that this is just her worst fears of ever being stuck in one place, with no way out, for the rest of her life.
That being said, you can all imagine how happy she is from the fact that there was really no way of fucking leaving Briar Fucking Creek.
❝ i have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends. ❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― blood and tears soak the face of a girl lost & alone. fear does not grasp the heart of a woman who holds her own fate. full moon upon pale skin that shifts to fur as a strong howl pierces the night. she is one with the beast inside. ― ✎penned by bee .
BASIC ▸
full name: sloane irene walsh
age: thirty-one
date of birth: october 7th
occupation: bartender/waitress at creek’s bar & grill
species: werewolf
language(s) spoken: english & gaelic
hair color: brown
eye color: one green & one clouded over (left)
notable scars or tattoos: a long jagged scar across her left eye. a few other scars on her arms from fighting others.
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: allocentric & honest
2 negative traits: hotheaded & stubborn
likes: red wine or whiskey, naps, hiking, running, being a green thumb, baking & cooking.
dislikes: over crowded places & loud people.
habits: being reclusive in nature, fidgeting, lip biting.
FAMILY ▸
father: arthur walsh
mother: lottie walsh
siblings: one brother & one sister
BIO ▸ trigger warning: mention of (attempted rape & incest) all attempted.
sloane irene walsh was born to two irish immigrants by the names of arthur & lottie walsh.
before sloane or her siblings were born, her parents moved from irlenad to america; thanks to a letter they had received from her uncle, who was the new alpha of a pack located in alaska.
it was there that they settled into a new life and begun a family. first sloane’s brother was born, then sloane herself, and lastly her sister. all only a few short years apart.
the pack was pretty close doing most things as a group.
life was ordinary for sloane and not much had changed within the pack over the years but as sloane got older she soon realized she didn’t agree with how her uncle ran things. nor did she like his morals.
he was a selfish, evil man who knew how to weasel his way into getting what he wanted. so many had fallen to his every whim, but not sloane. she wasn’t naive, nor was she scared of the man.
it took one incident for her to run away from everything she knew. her uncle had forced himself on her but sloane’s will to not fall pray had out-won his advances.
she had fought him off as best as she could but she took a hard hit to the eye, resulting in the lose of her vision.
her parents didn’t believe a word she spoke and instead had taken the side of her uncle. he had forced her to leave, exiling her from the pack and forbidding her family to speak to her.
that was a few years ago and sloane has been on her own since. her eye healed but her vision on the left eye is still gone. and now she sports a long jagged scar.
she can appear mean but deep down sloane’s a softie. she just doesn’t trust easily anymore; especially with her being on her own these days.
suppose the supernatural force pulled her into briar creek. not one to permanently set home (preferring the life of a traveler), sloane has made with what she can. she took up a job working as a bartender and a waitress for creek’s bar & grill. she doesn’t like the loud & big crowds but she needs to get by for the time being. being that she’s stuck here.
she doesn’t know much about what’s going on, preferring to keep to herself but working with a loud and rowdy bunch can fill you in on the town’s gossip.
❝ I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, one as hated as the other. ❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― old, crisp pages of ancient texts, charcoal covered fingertips, blood smeared on a white wall, a broken crown . ― ✎penned by linny .
&. → MALE : MICHAEL B. JORDAN : TOO LATE by THE WEEKND — is that KWAME BELLO wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for A MONTH and word around the town claims that the 32/847-year-old HYBRID is known to be LOYAL and UNFORGIVING. They can be found at SANCTUARY as a BARTENDER. With them being part of the ÖRDÖGHÁZ’S ARMY, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed. // ( linny ● 22 ● est ● he/him )
BASIC ▸
full name: kwamena ‘kwame’ bello
age: thirty-two / eight hundred and forty seven
date of birth: summer of 1173, celebrates on july 14th
kwamena was the second born son of the king, or alpha, of a wolf pack on the coast of africa, born during the summer months of the year eleven-seventy-three. not much was expected of him growing up. at least not as much as what was expected of his older brother. his older brother, mawufeasi, was set to take his father’s crown when the time came, while kwame was second in line for the crown and status of alpha, and first in line to be his brother’s right hand. throughout his childhood, it felt as though kwame always had to fight for his father’s attention. his father showed his love through praises, most of which went to his older brother and even his younger brother. kwame, the quintessential middle child, was always overlooked. it always felt like his father preferred his brothers over him, which eventually led to kwame having a complex regarding his father’s love towards him.
his mother was a completely different story. she was a strong and maternal woman, who gave her children equal amounts of love, although she saw that kwame struggled the most with acquiring his father’s affections, and tended to dote on him a little bit more than his siblings. that caused a rift between him and mawufeasi. the elder prince wanted his mother’s attention, while the younger wanted his father’s. unlike his brother, kwame didn’t have any negative feelings towards his brother. he didn’t blame his brother for receiving their father’s praises, but his brother blamed him for receiving their mother’s.
it was two months before his twenty-fifth year when things took a turn. his brother had done something dishonorable, something he never figured out because his father and brother never spoke of it. he knew it must have been serious, because his father approached him one day and told him that instead of mawufeasi taking his crown, it would go to him instead. it was quite a shock to kwame, especially because his father and older brother had been so close to one another. mawufeasi must have done something quite terrible to have his father strip him of his next in line status, but kwame never questioned it. it wasn’t his place to. so instead, he began preparing for his coronation.
the coronation was successful and seamless on the day of his twenty-fifth birthday. the preparation process for it had been rather quick, which didn’t make a lot of sense to kwame until his father fell deathly ill weeks later. he had noticed that his father’s energy and strength had depleted over some time, but he had just assumed that it was due to him growing older. no, his father knew that death was getting closer and closer to his front door and wanted to make sure that his pack was left in good, mindful and capable hands - that was what he had told kwame on his deathbed. it had taken twenty-five years, but kwame had gotten the praise he had desperately wanted from his father. he just wish he didn’t have to die to get it.
kwame’s rule lasted for five years until his thirtieth year. he was a good ruler, firm and strong, but empathetic to a certain extent. the people loved him, all except for his older brother, who had been plotting against him ever since his coronation. somehow, kwame still doesn’t know how to this day, but mawufeasi managed to turn the people against him by spreading malicious lies and framing him for a crime he didn’t commit. even kwame was surprised by how detailed and believable his claims were - he had to admit that if he wasn’t himself, he might have believed his older brother too.
because of his royal status, and how well he had done as alpha during his reign, instead of putting him to death, they had him exiled. his mother, sisters and younger brother begged mawufeasi to let kwame stay, but the new alpha wouldn’t hear a word of it. he was exiled within the day, cast out and made to find his own home.
he traveled for quite some time, staying to himself and on his own. it wasn’t until during his travels that he came across a strange man, a vampire, that he finally had some semblance of contact with another living (so to speak) being. communication with the man, who he came to know as baldr, was rather difficult at first, with them not knowing the same language, but eventually they were able to find ways to communicate. when kwame learned of baldr’s hybrid status, he was more so intrigued than anything else. he had been told nothing good of the people whose skin burned in the sunlight, but it didn’t seem like baldr was that bad. minus the drinking blood part.
they had known each other for a while when they were attacked by a group of rogue werewolves during the full moon. he had never killed anyone prior to that, so he never triggered the werewolf curse. despite this, he had willingly jumped in front of baldr in an attempt to save him from being attacked by a werewolf while the hybrid fought off the others, which led to him himself being attacked. even though they hadn’t known each other long, the fact that kwame was willing to put himself in harm’s way to protect someone like baldr was what led to him being chosen as the hybrid’s next soldier in his hybrid army.
ever since waking up from his transition, kwame’s stuck by baldr’s side, at the very least figuratively. even when they’re apart, he still listens to commands and orders given to him by the original hybrid. he’s extremely loyal to baldr, and in turn all of the björnssons. even though they are physically the same age, kwame does see his sire as somewhat of a father or older brother figure. he’s been more of a father and older brother to kwame than his actual father and brother ever were.
PERSONALITY / FUN FACTS / MISCELLANEOUS
being alive for so long has gifted kwame with a lot of opportunities. he’s traveled the world, picked up several languages and has studied several cultures. he loves to learn and soak in information.
he loves technology. even though he’s been around to see it develop and come into fruition, he can’t help but act like an impressed grandpa whenever he sees an iphone.
after transitioning into a hybrid, kwame went back to his old home and slaughtered his older brother. no one knew who did it and nothing could be proven. his younger brother stepped up and became the alpha after that.
lowkey a hopeless romantic lol has had a lot of flings over the years and most of them have broken his heart. ends up getting drunk and lowkey whining about it to baldr whenever it happens.
he loves art! he paints, draws, sketches, sculpts - it’s a stress reliever for him.
CIS FEMALE / GINNY GARDNER — is that SONNJEA BJÖRNSSON wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for 1 WEEK and word around the town claims that the 26/1000+ -year-old ORIGINAL VAMPIRE is VERSATILE , but also a bit UNINHIBITED . that would explain why they are usually listening to WE APPRECIATE POWER by GRIMES . Perhaps, Briar Creek, is in for another massacre? With them being part of the ORIGINAL VAMPIRES , it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.
good evening lovelies !! my name’s caje, i’m twenty seven ( nearing my dirty thirties eek ), and currently living it up in the ast part of our beloved planet. just about finished my classes for the summer, i’m in the midst of studying to be a certified electronic engineer technician after being out of school for like ... ten years. it was def intimidating when i first started, but i’ve surprised myself with how much i love math and physics, considering i avoided both like the plague in high school lmao. i don’t have discord bc i’m a literal grandma when it comes to keeping up with all the new means of messaging oops, so if you’d like to chat and/or plot, just shoot me an im on here — i’m always mobile & i obviously love to talk a lot ! and i’m a heaux for dramatic / angst-fuelled plots .. just a lil fyi ... i’m excited !! so anyway !!! onto the lady you’re actually here to read about; my darling sonnjea.
alright so homegirl here is kind of a huge asshole, to her very core. however, she’s able to blend in pretty well with any setting she’s tossed into. very much intrigued by various cultures, sonnjea has no issue creating numerous connections during any time period with humans and supernaturals alike ( whether they be positive or negative relationships is a whole other story ).
there are only a select few who she genuinely cares about and is fiercely protective over, which would be the members of her family / her fellow original vamps of course. you threaten or try to hurt them, she’ll kill you. as far as everyone else is concerned, they can all shrivel up and die? bc she doesn’t care.
in fact, her love life has always been lacking ever since she was cursed / turned into a vampire. contrary to popular belief, she actually DID have a fiance during her human life whom she loved dearly and had looked forward to her future with him. that life was ripped from her delicate fingers, however, along with her baby sister, and she’s absolutely loathed the respective coven and pack responsible ever since. surprise surprise, these losses are also the main reason behind her bitterness in general.
so she finds it hard to develop actual meaningful relations with any potential suitors, instead having her fun with them until she’s satisfied enough and then drains them.
she’s sick & enjoys making humans beg for their lives bc she was cursed to be a monster created for destruction, so why not live up to the part? whether she completely drains them or not during feeding is really dependent on her mood tbh. on the rare occasion, she’ll forcibly turn them; give them the choice to die for real or drink her blood. however, if they get on her nerves .... she kills them off anyway lmao she’s a MESS
CIS FEMALE / KAYLEE BRYANT — is that ESTELLE LYKOSSON wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for TWELVE YEARS and word around the town claims that the 21/1000-year-old ORIGINAL WEREWOLF is AMBITIOUS, but also a bit CONTROLLING. that would explain why they are usually listening to DARK PARADISE by LANA DEL REY. They can be found at SOLABEE FLOWER SHOP as a FLORIST. Perhaps, Briar Creek, is in for another massacre? With them being part of the NIGHTSHADE PACK, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.
about the mun
hi everyone! I’m gem and I’m seriously so excited to be here. I’m currently doing a vampire diaries rewatch so muse for the supernatural is strong. I’m 22 and I live in the est timezone. I don’t really have triggers. I love pugs, chicken nuggets, and photoshop. I’d love to plot with all of you! this is a new muse and I can’t wait to get to know her more. I’m still figuring out a lot about her but here’s what I have so far!
dossier
full name: estelle lykosson.
nicknames: stella.
gender: cisfemale.
pronouns: she/her.
date of birth: april 3.
physical age: twenty-two.
actual age: 1000+.
label: the protector.
house: hufflepuff.
religious affiliation: agnostic.
sexual orientation: bisexual.
romantic orientation: panromantic.
relationship status: single.
faceclaim: kaylee bryant.
hair color: brown.
eye color: light brown.
height: 5'2.
build: slim.
tattoos: none.
piercings: both ears two on lobe. one cartilage on left ear.
more about the muse
I think of estelle as a bit of the blind optimist of the group. where as most of the pack is known to be anti-basically any species besides their immediate pack, estelle doesn’t mind the occasional converse with other species. she’s very headstrong and sort of does what she thinks is right, which can often aggravate others considering she doesn’t always listen to authority.
over the years she’s found herself completely and utterly bored. in the beginning she didn’t want to go to school for the millionth time so she decided to busy herself with a job. she’s actually really into her job, even if she doesn’t necessarily need the money. being alive over 1000 years sort of accumulates funds.
i was born in a thunderstorm. i grew up overnight. i played alone, i played on my own, i survived. i wanted everything i never had, like the love that comes with light. i wore envy and i hated that, but i survived.
CIS FEMALE / ADELAIDE KANE — is that CATRIONA RHODES wandering through Briar Creek? They’ve only been here for THREE YEARS and word around the town claims that the 24-year-old WITCH is AFFABLE, but also a bit RETICENT. that would explain why they are usually listening to ALIVE by SIA. They can be found at SOLABEE FLOWERS as a OWNER of the shop / FLORIST. Perhaps, Briar Creek, is in for another massacre? With them being part of the GRAND COVEN, it’s only a matter of time before blood is shed.
Past
Catriona is the oldest out of four children. Her mother passed away when the youngest was two years old and with their father constantly working overtime to feed his family, Cat needed to step up and help raise her siblings.
It is because of that, that the witch never had a real childhood. While her friends went out to party, she stayed home to look after her family. People treated her like an outsider and that is exactly how she felt until she was old enough to be introduced to her family’s coven.
For the first time in her life, she felt like she found her place in the world and when her father finally fell for another witch and remarried, she was free to live her own life. She simply didn’t know what to do with it.
The young witch spent most of her time in the company of other magical beings and she tried to accept them all, no matter what the lore has taught her.
Present
Her entire family moved to Briar Creek when her father accepted a new job in town, three years ago. He was the one that eventually bought Solabee Flowers for her and while she was scared of running a business on her own, she couldn’t be happier to do something she loves.
The town feels like home to her. She made friends, bought a beautiful little apartment for herself and lives that kind of a life that she always pictured for herself.
Witchcraft remains a big part of her life, which is why she joined the Grand Coven.
Personality
Cat always tries to see the good in life and in people, no matter what she experienced in the past. She is a loyal friend that would never turn anyone down, even if they call her at three in the morning. Unfortunately, building a relationship with her can be complicated. It’s difficult for her to open up and talk about her own feelings and problems.
She has a fierce determination and if she set her mind on something it’s hard to change her course.
The witch doesn’t believe in dark and light magic. As long as she is strong enough to use a spell she’s not afraid of using it. Those powers were given to her for a reason, right?
Potential Connections
Her siblings
Ex boyfriends or girlfriends
Friends and enemies
Her mentor
Witches she practices with
Anything and everything you can think up. :P
OOC
here comes trash intro number two and just like before, you can always come hit me up for plots and brainstorming! i know this is short, i will probably add more to it as she develops. can’t wait to get this rolling. <3
