WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, ODELIA OXENDINE
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Transgender Woman, She/Her
DATE OF BIRTH: July 31, 2000
OCCUPATION: Exotic Dancer at Sinners and Online Student
RESIDENCY: Echo Acres
FACECLAIM: Nicole Maines
IF I DIE YOUNG
SPECIES: Witch
INHERENT ABILITIES: Astral Projection, Shield Construction, & Eidetic Memory
COVEN POSITION: Member
COVEN ABILITY: Telekinesis
LAY ME DOWN IN A BED OF ROSES
Trigger Warnings: Transphobia, Internalized Transphobia, Homophobia, Parental Death, Domestic/Child Abuse
Bexley had never wanted magic. All she’d ever wanted was a normal life, but life isn’t fair and Bex’s life was anything but normal. She didn’t just act wrong or feel wrong or do everything wrong– Bex was born wrong. Born in the wrong body, with the wrong parents, the wrong name and the wrong abilities. That’s what she was told all her life. She was wrong and she was bad. All she wanted was to be good. But that was such a hard thing to accomplish when Bexley had her entire life set in stone before she was even born, as the last heir to a fortune and a family that valued money and power over all else. In the end, Bexley was a square peg trying to be fit into a round hole– she would never be good enough for her parents and for the life they laid out for her, try as they might.
The first problem? Bexley was born with a male’s body, but Bexley surely wasn’t a boy. She was a girl and she’d said as much since she could first talk. She’d told her parents, begged them, asked them why she was different– and when they finally realized this wasn’t going to go away, they relented and pulled her from her current schooling and decided to start her life anew. They changed her birth name to Odelia Bexley Oxendine and paid handsomely to keep it hush. To hide her away and pretend their child was normal. No one could know what she really was, she had to hide away from everyone now. And each step out of line was just more punishment. More bruises and broken bones. They never left scars, not physical ones. And for a long time, Bex was compliant.
She was sent off to private boarding schools, and had nannies at home, and tutors during the summer. She went to summer schools to learn how to be a proper woman and a good wife, and she was given lessons about how to carry on the family legacy and what it meant to be an Oxendine, one of the biggest Banking families on the East coast. And what it meant for her life. Each step planned out and plotted like a graph or a novel. A list she had to abide by or lose everything. She was raised to act a certain way and be a certain way, and the one problem with it all? Bexley wanted to be different. In fact, she felt it deep inside of her that she was different-- she just didn’t know how.
She found out, though, just how different she was the day she turned sixteen. Hormone blockers had done their job really well, delaying her transition into puberty. But once she started hormone replacement therapy, the entire family got a shock. Bexley had magic. She felt it the moment she woke up and it flowed through her veins like electricity. Suddenly every memory of her life flashed before her eyes like a movie, playing out before her. Purple light flowed from her fingers and made shapes and walls in front of her, trapping her in her room. Her parents screamed and yelled until Bex couldn’t take it anymore and she began to scream and yell back. Whatever was happening to her, they’d lied to her her entire life. They’d told her if she was just good and she just listened then she would be loved. But they lied to her and that rage that she’d been hiding inside of herself for so long exploded.
And so did her magic.
It happened in an instant. She was screaming at her mother on the other side of a hazy, lilac wall. Her father was close behind. Bex put her hands to the wall and pushed– and in the next moment it had sailed through her mother, her father, hit the back wall and exploded. Glass shattered, lamps flew from their tables, pictures fell from the walls. Blood poured from her parents’ faces, eyes and ears and noses. Mouths. They collapsed to the ground and in the next moment, silence. It was clear even without checking-- she had killed them. And Bex didn’t know what to do. She packed a bag and she ran. She’d killed her parents and she was only fifteen years old and all she could do was run.
And for years, all she did was run. From city to city, place to place. She had no money, no belongings, no home. She drifted and she stole and she slept behind dumpsters. She used her magic to trick people out of their food, their money, their hotel room. It made her feel sick. Prone to panic attacks and anxiety, she had no skills as a worker. She couldn’t find a job or make any money or be anywhere stable. The only job that didn’t ask questions found her when she was alone, on the street corner, panhandling for money. She was so pretty, the man said, he knew a place she could work that wouldn’t ask anything of her except to stand up on stage and look pretty. And Bex was so tired and so hungry and so cold, so she said yes.
And it turned out she was really good at it, even if she sometimes felt her eyes drifting to the women in the room and not the men. But no one noticed or no one cared, and so she kept doing it and she kept hiding her magic and her true self and she kept drifting from town to town, until one day she overheard someone mention a place called Lunar Cove. A place for people like her. A place for those with magic and no other place to go. A place to call home.
Maybe even a place to live a normal life.
But after two years, Bex found that Lunar Cove might not be the safe haven she’d hoped it to be. Still, she’d found a home there, and people who loved her and who she loved back. She had even joined the Coven and was working on controlling her magic. Now, all she could hope was that her past would never catch back up to her.