@the_saint “So I sharpen my teeth 'cause I love the way it feels when I sink into your skin and draw the only thing that's real. You don't believe me, should I write it in blood? You better drive that fucking stake right down my heart and try to run...”
We are happy to introduce twenty-six-old Wolfie St James. She lived in Portsmouth Virginia until she returned to New Haven, Connecticut. She makes a living as a mechanic at Zenith Auto Body. She was in the 2014 graduating class and was a senior when Viktoria Abernathy was murdered. Her weapon of choice is her teeth.
CONNECTION TO VIKTORIA ABERNATHY
Wolfie often found herself in the library at the same time as Vik, their preferred study cubicles happened to be next to one another and they often shared basic conversation when they were there together. Never being incredibly close, Wolfie always thought Vik put too much pressure on herself - her list of extra curriculars alone was enough to make anyone exhausted.
Wolfie St. James, born to Leland and Clara St. James on October 31st, 1995, was born to a life of privilege. As a real estate mogul, her father owns more land, buildings and store fronts than most anyone else in the country. Wolfie wanted for nothing, and asked for little. As the middle child, her older sister, Dove, has always been perceived as perfect, the beloved daughter and a gentle soul. While her younger brother became heir to the family throne. Despite outward appearances, behind closed doors, not all was perfect in the St James household. Incredibly controlling, especially to the girls, her parents, the strictest of Catholics, met any misconduct with harsh discipline and forced prayer, hours on their knees in front of a massive cross in their foyer. Wolfie didn’t take it well. The brunette girl rebelled and began a long-standing habit of getting into trouble, always in tandem with her best friend Simon Bowie. Practically raised together, the two were rarely seen without one another. Only made more permanent when a drunk driver killed The St. James’ when she was 17. Still minors, the siblings were separated, with Wolfie going to live with the Bowies. She knew her parents had always wanted her to attend Yale and she wasn’t going to disappoint their memory. So despite the growing list of criminal activities that her and Simon participated in, they both set their sights on the ivy league school.
College was where Wolfie finally found what she considered her calling in life. Incredibly observant and a chameleon in most any situation, she found easy employment as an escort. Taking care of the most wealthy and influential men and women in the city became just as important to her as her studies. After the death of her parents, the family finances were left to her brother, meaning the life that she was so fond of, the one she had always known, could disappear. Not willing to let that happen, she made her own way. Her clientele took care of much of her expenses, leaving any money she made to be hers alone. Many assumed her profession implied sexual encounters, but they couldn’t be more wrong. No, what Wolfie provided was a beauty with a listening ear, someone to vault all of their secrets they unlaid from their chests. She was safe validation for New Havens elite. And she liked it that way. She couldn’t have enjoyed her life more; the parties were endless, drugs within easy reach and to top it all off, she was able to join the most exclusive club on campus: Cloak & Dagger. Throughout her time in college, she was able to keep her vices somewhat under control and graduated with a degree in psychology and linguistics. And much of her life didn’t change after graduation, but it all came to an abrupt interruption when The Reaper’s letter called her back.
