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i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for 13 years. rumor has it that they can be rather stubborn and possessive, but hey, that’s just in their nature as a slayer. they totally make up for it by being loyal and grounded. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as a park ranger at saut somnolent.
cemre baysel, 28, cisfemale, she/her 𐫱 › as written by sami, 27, she/her, pst
asena first moved to bearhold when she was 15. it happened very suddenly in the middle of the second semester of her freshman year. not only was it a culture shock to move from turkey to what felt like the middle of nowhere - it was worse that everyone looked at her strangely because she didn't fit in with the rest of the kids.
she didn't really need many friends because she had her two sisters to keep her company, and they've been close ever since they were born
asena's family left turkey because her grandmother lived in bearhold and she had passed away suddenly. asena's mother brought the whole family to arrange the funeral and for some reason they never returned back to turkey. when asena asked her mother why, she responded vaguely "there's unfinished business here"
long story short - asena's grandmother was a slayer and it wasn't until she died that asena's mom figured out the next slayer to be chosen was asena. the signs were glaringly obvious by the time she turned 15 and then soon after, her younger sister would exhibited the same signs that called her to be chosen as well
it is believed that the death of asena's grandmother brought the two girls' supernatural abilities out faster but the intuition and ability to chose the next slayer is a family secret
asena's family carried a sort of notoriety in turkey as respected slayers. while both of asena's parents are human, both parents carry a lineage of slayers (most of them were women)
the last slayer on asena's father's side was her great grandmother so it has been awhile since there was an accomplished slayer for either family.
when asena learned about her supernatural abilities, she was eager to learn everything about being a slayer. she didn't know where to start but luckily a family friend (wanted connection opportunity??) took her under their wing and taught her everything they knew.
in order to protect bearhold, asena pursued a career as a park ranger and eventually was assigned saut somnolent
because of the trecherous environment, many park rangers were not equipped to patrol this area but aside from asena's supernatural abilities, she was a seasoned hiker and knew saut somnolent like the back of her hand so she was the perfect person to be a park ranger there
melissa barrera, 33, cis woman, she/her 𐫱 › hey, isn’t that josefina solano ? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for their whole life. rumor has it that they can be rather apprehensive and aloof, but hey, that’s just in their nature as a watcher. they totally make up for it by being protective and intuitive. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as an archivist at great bear library.
ONE.
full name: josefina maria solano. nicknames: jo ( preferred ), jose, josie ( family nickname ). age: thirty three. gender + pronouns: cis woman + she/her. orientation: bisexual. date of birth: july 15th. originally from: bearhold, washington. spoken languages: spanish ( first language ), english, portuguese, and a handful of latin. species: watcher. occupation: archivist at great bear library.
TWO.
dominant hand: right. moral alignment: chaotic good. horoscope: cancer sun, virgo moon, scorpio rising. virtues: protective, intuitive, loyal, ambitious & empathetic. vices: apprehensive, aloof, obstinate, selfish & unforgiving. favorite hobbies: reading, writing, baking, hiking & keeping herself busy. education: graduated undergrad with a degree in history ( while quietly minoring in occult studies ) from makah community college.
THREE.
parents: javier solano, father ( deceased ) & daniela solano, mother ( deceased ). siblings: tbd solano, sister **wanted plot. birth order: oldest. relationship status: divorced. children: none. pets: has an ever growing army of guinea pigs which currently include ginger, petunia, maggie & rosie. other relations: tbd **would love an uncle/aunt. past relations: samantha barton, ex wife.
FOUR.
josefina comes from a long family line of watchers, the solano family, who have resided in bearhold for the past century. they were more well known when josefina was a kid, as most of her family has passed and she is one of the last remaining members in town. she has known about the family history since as long as she can remember and the same can be said for when she wanted to become a watcher. jo grew up close to her family and wanted to follow in their footsteps, an interest in the supernatural leading the way.
after graduating from community school, jo enrolled in makah community college where she majored in history and minored in occult studies. she had originally anticipated to leave bearhold for college but the same year jo graduated high school, her mother was diagnosed with cancer. though grateful to have spent the last months by her side, an invisible string wouldn't let jo leave bearhold - and aside from the occasional vacation as a kid, she hasn't left town much either.
became engaged to her girlfriend junior year of college after a few years of dating. they had been through so much together that jo believed nothing could ever separate them. once the two of them graduated, they had a small wedding that fall. everything was so perfect that it didn't seem real - and up until a certain point, it was. jo losing her mother was hard but losing her father out of the blue only a couple months after getting married absolutely devastated her.
the biggest challenge became inheriting her father's duty as a watcher before she even had a chance to know what to do. her name was emily and though jo had known her for years, the thought of stepping into her father's shoes was terrifying. to make matters worse, javier, jo's father, had died of suspicious circumstances and emily only trusted jo. with no other option, jo accepted her duty and dove in head first, intent on making her father proud. to no one's surprise, josefina excelled and flourished as a watcher, being a helpful source of information and advice. she works well under pressure and even participated hands on in a lot of emily's training with combat skills.
samantha could only ignore the mornings where she would wake up to an empty bed for so long. jo tried to tell her as much as she could but when it came to details, the supernatural was always kept behind closed lips. patience grew thin quickly and within a few months time, divorce papers were being filed. every bit of sadness was channeled into taking care of emily but it was realized too late that jo could not take care of anyone without first taking care of herself. she worked herself to the bone afterwards, barely sleeping or eating. one night... she missed one patrol night and emily was gone, just like that. people kept vanishing around her and jo was never the same, beginning to isolate herself from deeper connections while hiding amongst books in the library.
has essentially just been going through the motions for the past decade. part of her wants to get another slayer, knowing she could be valuable, but jo doesn't want to be the cause of someone else's demise. instead she just offers help to slayers/anyone with good intentions without getting too involved. besides, she sees herself as #fragile now and doesn't know if she could handle caring for someone in that way again ! traumatized loner nerd who is haunted by her past and by those she couldn't/can't save </3
wanted plot ideas: josefina's sister, maybe an aunt/uncle, besties, exes/ex friends, people she regularly gives information/helps out, family friends, emily's family, the supernatural person who murdered jo's dad, honestly anything just pls plot w me <3
NAME. river alondra jenkins. NICKNAMES. reeves, jenks, lark / lonnie ( mom and sister rights only ). AGE + DOB. thirty, april 27th. HOMETOWN. bearhold, washington. GENDER + PRONOUNS. cis woman + she / her. ORIENTATION. lesbian. OCCUPATION. photographer @ the bearhold independent + volunteer @ twin beaks. SPECIES. witch. ABILITIES. elemental magic ( earth manipulation ) + shapeshifting. SIGNIFICANT BONDS. alondra jenkins, nee. fairley ( mother, alive ). joseph jenkins ( father, deceased ). willow josephine jenkins ( older sister, alive ).
* TWO , DISTINGUISHING FEATURES .
big doe - like brown eyes ; a dimple carving its place on her left cheek ; charming, easy smile ; natural curly hear often worn loose or in a messy bun ; worn - out chuck taylors too comfortable to discard ; teal - colored magic thruming around fingertips ; impetuosly chosen minimalist tattoos ; old bands shirts & messy bangs .
( ! ) CW : PARENTAL DEATH, GRIEF, AND MENTIONS OF INJURED ANIMAL AND BLOOD.
born into a line of powerful elemental witches, having flowers blossoming in the middle of the fall, and ivy dancing slowly outside the hospital window the day you arrived was a surprise to no one.
what was a surprise, however, was the quietude that invaded the woman embracing you against her chest, eliciting from her a gasp of amazement at the feeling.
“ because your soul was destined to soothe others since the moment you were born, bound to the pangs in their cores, tied to their afflictions.
because it happened in a fuss of grief, your landing into this world. your father, a soft man despite his rough exterior, had died only weeks before your birth, and the pain within your mother was still so fresh, so painful and buzzing your cry was unavoidably muffled under the weight of her broken heart.
it came alive at that moment, your ability to alleviate people’s despair, as your mother held you in her embrace and her shattered heart stopped aching for the first time since the biggest loss of her life, as she suddenly found solace in the gentle glint of your round brown eyes.
faithful to the second child nature, you were all mayhem and wild ideas from the beginning, and your early years’ rascalities left scars on your knees that you carry until this day. contrary to what was expected, it never changed with time ( your, oh, so impetuous essence ), yet it never mattered much, not when the mischief in your actions filled the house with laughter, slowly mitigating the sorrow surrounding the women in your life.
“ because you needed chaos to know calm, and pain to learn how to placate it.
seven days after your ninth birthday, on a torrential rainy night, it came to you— the feline form that finally explained your gift. it came out of anger, a feeling you were unfamiliar with and made your magic simmer inside you, turning your slim, small body into shiny black fur and big hazel eyes. a warm cup of chamomile tea appeased the feeling, but the shape stayed with you as much as the sight of joy and pride that replaced the sadness in your mother’s eyes.
your lineage hasn't had a shifter in decades, and the news had your coven celebrating until friday turned into saturday.
your celebration, though, personal and silent but as joyous, would come a few years later, when a fox at the side of the road with a bleeding leg and ache permeating his gaze showed you it wasn’t just humans those you could help, but also any other sentient life on the blessed earth under the sole of your feet.
* FIVE , HEADCANONS .
( ! ) CW : ALCOHOL MENTION .
i. river has never cared much about her academic education, but she loves to learn. she got into photography at a very early age, and even though her job requires digital photography, her true love lies behind the lens of analog cameras. her favorite is a minolta gifted to her by her mother when she was fifteen.
ii. her shape - shifting form came with the same ability natural cats have — she can absorb bad energies without them affecting her, and this translates into the power to soothe people’s and animals’ maladies and ease their pain. however, she does not have the ability to heal others.
iii. since she is an enthusiastic learner, she loves to read, mostly to gain knowledge, but when it comes to fiction, mystery novels are her favorite genre.
iv. as an earth witch her love for plants know no boundaries and her house is always thriving with them + flowers. she despises bouquets, though, since, in her own words, they’re flowers’ corpses.
v. due to her love for animals and how close she is to their suffering, she became a vegetarian when she was fifteen. the decision has remained unwavering since then.
vi. she often takes her feline form to soothe other humans or to make her walks at night safer, yet she also enjoys taking it to communicate with other animals and hang out with them. so far, her favorite companion is nori, her best friend’s cat.
vii. himbo but make it dyke — DUMB OF ASS PURE OF HEART HOT AS FUCK.
viii. her magic’s color is a bright teal. she doesn’t show it often, since her experience allows her to cast spells with simple words murmured under her breath. yet when she needs something stronger, especially to protect herself, it burst glowing from the tip of her fingers.
ix. SERIAL YAPPER. she will talk your ear off if you let her and most of the time won’t care if you’re listening or not.
kim so - yeon , 999 , non binary , she/her 𐫱 › hey , isn't that CARMILLA KANG ? i've heard they've lived in bearhold for two weeks . rumor has it that they can be rather OBSINATE & BULLISH , but hey , that's just their nature as a NIGHTWALKER VAMPIRE . they totally make up for it by being RESOLUTE & STRATEGIC . if you're looking for them , you can probably find them hanging out at ONCE UPON A THYME .
[ ✦ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . basics.
full name: carmilla kang
nickname(s): refuses, but carmi works.
age: 999, allegedly.
date of birth: unknown
place of birth: unknown
ethnicity: korean
species: vampire, nightwalker
nationality: multiple, american
gender: non binary
pronouns: she, hers
family ties.
mother: unknown
father: unknown
siblings: unknown
spouse / partner: multiple, widower.
children: no biological children, though those who she turns are considered her children.
THE ETERNAL FEMME FATAL : seductive and dangerous , she uses her allure to manipulate and control others , often without remorse. carmilla is known for “promising” her victims a better life , and an even better future. this is how she “traps” her victims into becoming vampires.
THE BLACK WIDOW : over several years , carmilla has married wealthy / powerful men , only for them to die under mysterious or suspicious circumstances. she uses her charm , beauty , and allure to ensnare her victims. each of carmilla's marriages have ended in tragedy , with the husband's death appearing accidental or natural on the surface , but hiding a more sinister reality.
ANICENT IMMORTALITY : carmilla is a vampire who has lived for centuries , making her wise and cunning , but also detached from humanity.
LADY OF THE MANOR : she usually will reside in an elegant , gothic estate or penthouse , exuding wealth and power in her domain. do imagine that carmilla lives in the outskirts of town , in an old victorian home atop a hill. rumors swirl among the youth that it's haunted.
DARK ELEGANCE : always poised and refined. she has a sense of grace and sophistication that hides her brutal nature.
VAMPIRE ARISTOCRAT : she is of high status in the vampire world , often viewing humans as beneath her or simply tools to be used. to carmilla , vampires are a “more advanced species."
BLOOD IS POWER : she views humans not as people but as resources , vital to her survival and ambitions, using them purely for sustenance and manipulation.
TRAGIC VILLIAN : despite her cruelty , there is a deep , hidden sorrow. carmilla has lived several years and has no memory of her life prior to becoming a vampire. she has no ancestors , no home. it has helped shape her ruthless demeanor.
THE ICY HEART : her emotions are tightly controlled , and she views compassion as a weakness. any attachments are strategic , never sentimental.
POWER HUNGRY SCHEMER : driven by a relentless desire for control and dominance , she’s ruthless in her pursuit of power , both in the vampire world and among humans.
THE IRON LADY : cold , calculating, and unyielding , she commands respect and fear, rarely showing weakness or vulnerability.
kyle gallner, thirty one, cis male, he/him. hey, isn’t that casey reynolds? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for all of his life. rumor has it that they can be rather anti-social and temperamental, but hey, that’s just in their nature as a psychic medium unknown. they totally make up for it by being hardworking and fair. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as a groundskeeper at garden memorial.
name casey lee reynolds nickname(s) cay, case age thirty one species human psychic medium (unknown) birth date march 9th 1993 zodiac pisces sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising place of birth bearfold, washington orientation pansexual, panromantic occupation groundskeeper at garden memorial notable relationships wife (estranged), a two year old son, sawyer
brief synopsis : groundskeeper for that old cemetery on the outskirts of the town, occasionally seen outside of the local dive bar when he's out of hours, a nonbeliever of all things, but . . . something always seems to follow him home.
casey was once the epitome of sociability and reliability. known for his balanced blend of compassion and practicality. he was friendly, outgoing, and a natural provider— always willing to lend a hand to neighbors and townsfolk. his early years were filled with optimism, a solid work ethic, and a deep connection to his community. someone that brought light into every room he entered.
in his early adulthood, casey balanced multiple jobs to provide for his growing family. he was married to his other half, the woman who became the missing puzzle piece upon meeting in the local bar one night, and years later, they welcomed their son, sawyer. casey was the type of man who could be counted on, a stabilizing presence in both his family’s life and within the town of bearhold. he had a steady job as a groundskeeper at garden memorial, a position he had held for a few years before the more dramatic changes in his life began.
despite being a skeptic, casey had an innate sensitivity to the world around him, something that he had carried since childhood but always dismissed. having experienced nightmares throughout that went under the radar, mostly due to his mind erasing the memories, casey would later experience strange occurrences in and around the cemetery where he worked— whispers that couldn’t be explained, shadows that seemed to follow him home. being in a vulnerable position of not knowing his truth with no knowledge to defend himself, and the type of innate good that casey was, he was a beacon to more malignant spirits and energy that aimed to drain him of his and inflict terror, latching onto him over time, leading him into the descent of complete change. the once sociable and reliable man became more reclusive, his previously calm demeanor giving way to brooding silence and, at times, an explosive temper.
the night shifts at the cemetery left him coming home later and later, bringing with him not just dirt from the graves but an inexplicable darkness that he couldn’t shake. though it took some time for her to accept, his wife noticed the change almost immediately: the growing distance, the irritability, the lack of emotional warmth. despite her attempts to reach him, to bring back the man she had once known, casey seemed lost in his own world— disconnected from the life he had worked so hard to build. eventually, the strain became too much, and they seperated, with the divorce papers only being served recently. he lives estranged from his son, a distance that weighs heavily on him, though he never speaks of it. he is grateful of the little time he is allowed with him.
today, casey is a shadow of the man he once was. his work at the cemetery continues, though he remains mostly isolated. he remains dutiful and hardworking, but those who knew him before sense an unshakable change. he is rarely seen in social settings, except occasionally outside the local dive bar where he lingers in the shadows, alone with his thoughts, yet the eerie occurrences in his life still haunt him. despite his stoic front, casey remains a deeply emotional person. his internal battle between sensitivity and skepticism plays out daily, leaving him caught between two worlds— one grounded in reality and the other filled with inexplicable phenomena.
to the people of bearhold, casey reynolds is a man who once held great promise. now, he’s something of a mystery— a man who seems to carry the weight of the dead and the living alike. whether he will ever find peace, or whether the darkness that follows him will eventually consume him, remains a question that only time can answer.
hey , isn’t that JASPER FINCH ? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for FIFTEEN YEARS . rumor has it that they can be rather NERVOUS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE , but hey , that’s just in their nature as a WEREWOLF . they totally make up for it by being LOYAL and ENTHUSIASTIC . if you’re looking for them , you can probably find them at their work as an ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN at GREAT BEAR LIBRARY .
full name ⸻ JASPER JOSEPH FINCH .
nickname(s) ⸻ JAS, LITTLE BIRD .
age ⸻ TWENTY FIVE .
gender identity ⸻ DEMI MAN .
orientation ⸻ GAY .
pronouns ⸻ THEY/HE .
hometown ⸻ MANCHESTER, ENGLAND .
current occupation ⸻ ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN .
species ⸻ WEREWOLF .
faceclaim ⸻ JACK WOLFE .
influences ⸻ ORPHEUS ( hadestown ) , GEORGE SANDS ( being human ) , PONYBOY ( the outsiders ) .
jasper has always been cursed with violence. his father, an alpha from a small pack in manchester, england, sired four children, and the youngest—and only boy—couldn’t have been more of a disappointment. they were born a human and turned the moment they were old enough to be weaned, against their will and forcefully behind his mother's back. his father had always dreamed of his own pack and, finally, that was exactly what he had. jasper's savagery was underdeveloped because of the change, the beast forced upon him rather than innate, a cavernous part of his being that had never bloomed. an intelligent strain of the pack, the finch boy was kept close by, although he was judged with side glances barbed words. something wrong. something to be ashamed of.
and so, he merely survived. jasper watched his siblings grow up, kill early, evolve into their full forms. all three of his sisters survived and knew exactly what to do—family secrets were shared between them when the moon was round, and full, and bright, and the other finch’s would return to the family home disheveled and broken, but alive. the blood of an animal thrummed through his veins with every passing lunar cycle. so long as he protected himself, if he stayed out of danger and remained on the periphery of the pack, he could remain safe. perhaps become an author. perhaps become somebody that wasn’t tied to long nights in the forests chasing a rotisserie chicken around a tree. jasper was the one to neatly fold clothes and hide them in the undergrowth for his family to retrieve when they came to their senses in the early hours.
his father was quite the expert in making jasper feel as though he was worthless. throughout his wife’s fourth pregnancy, a human who had been brought into this world by mistakenly loving a beast, he had hoped for a son to carry on those strong family genes. in the end, it was his daughters that had been born into brutality. instead, jasper was more comfortable with his nose buried in books of the mundane, of sprawling narratives that featured humans doing human things. there was something beautiful about the normal, once he had come to terms with never being able to experience such a thing. his hazel eyes would watch people going about their daily lives—grocery shopping, booking appointments, riding buses—and there would be a churning, sprouting seed of jealousy twirling in his stomach like something rotting. if only he didn’t smell dying animals from three blocks away. if only he could enjoy the moonlight without a sickly sense of guilt.
when maren finch killed her schoolteacher on an early full moon, the family were forced to pick up their life and move elsewhere, somewhere they weren’t known. they had heard the monsters in bearhold looked after and cared for their own; his father decided that it was somewhere they would be safe. the idea of leaving jasper behind to pursue normality was discussed; norma finch was distraught at the idea of abandoning her darling son, and so the four finch children and their parents upped and moved across the world to the supernatural-steeped town in the hills.
so far, he has managed to avoid bloodshed. instead he prepares the wolves for the cycles of the moon and uses the scraps of humanity that he still clings to in order to better the pack. there is a part of him that feels as though he is a spare part, something that is long overdue a severing. resumés stuffed through letterboxes secured him a position at the local library as an assistant where, in lulls of customers, he is able to enjoy books on the beauty of love, the little humdrum details that he would never know. jasper clings to those foreign familiarities, the stories of enjoying the mellowness of flowers instead of a stinging, oppressive stench of pollen that burned his nose in tiny thorns. heightened sensation brings heightened sadness, heightened loss, heightened ache.
TO THE EDGE , TILL WE ALL GET OFF . I WILL TAKE YOU AWAY WITH ME . . . ONCE AND FOR ALL . TIME WILL SEE US REALIGN , DIAMONDS REIGN ACROSS THE SKY , SHOWER ME INTO THE SAME REALM . CALCULATE, I'LL EMBRACE , HOLD ON . ( COME WITH ME NOW ) . RIGHT AWAY , OUTER SPACE WITH ME . . . ONCE AND FOR ALL .
poom phuripan sapsangsawat , twenty-seven , gender non-conforming , he + they 𐫱 › hey , isn’t that rafayel “ raf ” chariya amarin ? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for his whole life . rumor has it that they can be rather temperamental and impatient , but hey , that’s just in their nature as a nephilim. they totally make up for it by being creative and hardworking . if you’re looking for them , you can probably find them at their work as a barista at great bear library .
" COME RIGHT AWAY WITH ME . COME ON , YOU'LL SEE . ONCE AND FOR ALL . . . "
BASICS
full name ◦ rafayel chariya amarin .
nicknames ◦ raf , strictly . ( NEVER call him rafayel , you might get punched ) .
date of birth ◦ march 3rd .
zodiac ◦ the world's most bratty pisces .
age ◦ twenty - seven .
gender ◦ gender non - conforming .
pronouns ◦ he + they .
sexuality ◦ somewhere in the ace umbrella ( sex positive ) .
occupation ◦ barista at great bear library and amateur boxer .
residence ◦ in his father's demon castle where they have servants and drink wine from skulls and — a delinquent hangout / apartment with his delinquent roommate .
PHSYICAL APPERANCE
height ◦ 5 ' 10 " / 177.8 cm
hair color ◦ jet black .
eye color ◦ dark brown .
tattoos ◦ none .
KNOWN ABILITIES
WEATHER CONTROL ◦ his ability to control the elements manifests in the form of controlling aspects of the weather , electricity generation being one ability that he's able to access at will . as is the case with all of his abilities as a nephilim , he doesn't have the most control . in fact , their emotions are what rule their proficiency with their temperament often causing changes in the weather against his will .
TELEPORTATION ◦ teleportation , with some control of where and when it happens , but with the quirk that it's also randomly triggered when he sneezes .
SUPER STRENGTH AND SPEED ◦ he's not as strong or fast as a full angel or demon . it actually works in him walking a little faster and being able to carry a bit more than the average person should . trust that those groceries are all going up in ONE trip .
& lower proficiency with the other abilities nephilim are known to have .
INTROSPECTION
death / death mention tw . you call him dad for the first time today as you’re leaving his place . back to him , hand raised and giving a single wave next to you tilted head . he's ranting at you in a voice that's more exasperated than the usual stern and you're trying your best to tune him out . so many figures have come and gone from your life that you made a point to always toss out a goodbye , even when you storm out , not knowing if this would be the last time that you’d see them . this time , you find yourself hoping to have the stubborn old demon there waiting up for you when you stroll back in in the late hours .
“ yeah , yeah , later , dad . “ it’s not an accident nor is it misspoken , no , you’ve been sure of it for some time now . to finally hear it out loud now , it embarrasses you in how sensitive it makes you feel . you don’t remember the first few parental figures he left you with , but you do still think about the old witch that you spent most of your childhood with . how , even with her kind eyes and soft hands , she , too , eventually lost her patience with you . you were a problem child , an omen , demon child and everything else that stirred up enough spite from the dust of your broken heart to conjure lightning to strike into flame . rain fell as you cried that morning to extinguish the stubborn fires she had flung you out of as if to apologize for her cruel words , but it doesn’t mend your heart . you are still all of those things that she said , even if she still deemed you worth saving .
age nine and orphaned with nothing but rubble at your feet , the footsteps of the familiar demon sort through soot and ash to get to you . he doesn’t keep you then , instead you find yourself with a new witch in a new home . another kind lady with kind hands . another loss of patience when your problems seem to rear their ugly head again . your heart heats with rage and then numbs . the demon returns again . you’re twelve now and you tell him , with tears swelling at the corner of your sharp eyes , that you really fucking hate witches .
at fifteen , you’re sure that you’re cursed , an omen just like all of the witches of your past have shouted before their demise . that demon , the only person in your life to emerge from flame instead of perish in it , puts you with another witch , ignoring your tantrum . this time , you don’t wait for it to all end in ash . you run away at seventeen , finding yourself at the crossroads — finding him instead of him finding you .
later , dad . you threw it behind you like a grenade and took off running before you could hear any protest or indifference, which would somehow be worse . ten years had passed and not without their challenges , but you learned a lot from the demon with tired eyes . your heart has mended into something stubbornly strong and you dare not say that it’s from love . just the thought makes you roll your eyes . in the middle of your dash you slow your pace to spin on your heels and cup your hands around your mouth . “ don’t fucking die while i’m gone , old man ! “ you shout back with a half smile.
don’t give up on me .
HEADCANONS
he's a bit of a bad omen , bad things just seem to happen to the people around them .
is very bratty , 90s anime delinquent coded . main character inspirations are yusuke urameshi from yu yu hakusho , inuyasha and josuke joestar from jjba .
his love languages are physical touch and bitching .
is actually really hardworking and good at his job even though he claims to hate it .
got into boxing around age seventeen with a amateur debut at twenty - one . is undefeated , currently , in competition .
hey , isn’t that ENDER JACKSON ? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for ONE MONTH . rumor has it that they can be rather CONCEITED and BITCHY , but hey , that’s just in their nature as THE PRIMADONNA . they totally make up for it by being PROTECTIVE and RESILIENT . if you’re looking for them , you can probably find them at their work as a PIERCER at ETERNAL INK .
full name ⸻ ENDER LUCETTE JACKSON .
nickname(s) ⸻ N/A .
age ⸻ TWENTY SIX .
gender identity ⸻ CIS WOMAN .
orientation ⸻ LESBIAN .
pronouns ⸻ SHE/HER .
hometown ⸻ LONDON, ENGLAND .
current occupation ⸻ PIERCER .
species ⸻ HUMAN .
faceclaim ⸻ SAVANNAH LEE SMITH .
influences ⸻ EURYDICE ( hadestown ) , HEATHER CHANDLER ( heathers ) , CHER HOROWITZ ( clueless ) .
when ender said she dreamed of europe, london wasn’t quite what she had in mind. the dreary mornings, the foggy nights—she ached for croissants for breakfast, wearing berets and red lipstick and smoking outside of café’s. instead, she was born into the jackson family where the most excitement she could have was dropping by selfridge’s to check out the make-up counters. she supposed there was some glamour, in the west end and the parts of town where you could buy bentley’s and BMW’s, but for the most part ender felt stuck. there was more to life, more out there, than smoothing down her curls in the reflection of a store window she couldn’t afford to enter.
it was as though her and koda were two sides of the same coin, similar in their features but worlds apart in their views. ender was smart—really smart—and despite her skirts grazing her thighs (a uniform violation, apparently) she scored in the highest brackets for test scores and exam grades. ender was determined not to waste the brain she had been blessed with. academically brainy and self-taught with knowledge, every detail that had entered through one ear had stuck. she was more book smart than street smart, but ender knew how to hold her own in a fight. that was, until they lost their mother. of course it was hard for them both, but a girl needs her mum like lungs need air, like bees need flowers. symbiotic. for the first time in her life, ender started to understand just why koda was such a tearaway. her grades slipped and she deferred her entry to university in order to stay home and take care of the men in her life, a distraught father and a brother who couldn’t cope.
and then he disappeared too. one night koda was gone, and it was down to ender to nurse her father’s doubly-broken heart. resentment boiled deep within her; throughout their grief, she had fought to keep her head above water. wasn’t that the job of the eldest, to stand strong, to be the man of the house when their father couldn’t? anger grew, a seething ache. a part of ender wished that koda would come home, the other wondered whether or not he had died—both outcomes filled her with dread, and for five months she remained walking those empty london streets. without her brother or her father to rely on, ender started training as a piercer at the local tattoo parlor and, on weekday nights, put together a formidable quiz team to bring home healthy prize pots (and the occasional bar tab). every night she stared at the bar, hoping that familiar tall figure would waltz in like nothing had happened and order a cheap, heady beer.
hearing rumors that her brother had turned up in washington threw her mind into turmoil. ender jackson had always wanted to fly—paris, vienna, dubai—but she had never imagined that she would be packing her chanel boots and booking a one-way flight to the equally dreary, grey bearhold. the moment she touched down, ender realised that she had brought the only sunshine the town had ever seen in her lilac belt, her lime green sunglasses, and the little pink butterfly clips in her braids. by some miracle, the local tattoo parlor had an opening so that she could put her quick-learning to use. for the last month, she has been poking holes in ears and nostrils and . . . all manner of other things, searching local bars in the evenings in a desperate attempt to find the man she lost.
when she isn’t working, wandering, or staring at green crushed-velvet couches with dreamy sighs, ender is putting together her ultimate quiz team to keep her finances afloat. she can be found in bars after her shifts, chatting up the bartenders and fluttering her eyelashes (keeping a sickness at bay at the very thought of being seen with a man). there’s something strange about bearhold, something she can’t quite place . . . another mystery to investigate, all in pursuit of her older brother that chose a backwater town over his family.
