"They say I’m not fate, but I am karma."
SPECIES: Wurgen
OCCUPATION: Label Designer / Fashion Consultant for Covet Couture
AGE: 31 Years Old
PLAYED BY: Mica
FC: Priscilla Quintana
Paloma Cordova was a reflection from birth. She was a quiet child with a peculiar habit of staring too long in the mirror or lingering near reflective surfaces when she came across them. As she got older, she connected the whispers of others in her head through mirrors and the hunger that came.
Paloma had been born a wurgen.
Fate had assigned the role of karma to the worst candidate out there. She did not care to know the doubts and fears of others, she didn’t trust herself with that power. With no desire to embrace her fae self, Paloma taught herself control.
Paloma taught herself how to sew and found joy in creating things made out of old clothes. She learned that the whispers didn’t appear when people looked in the mirror wearing something made for them, instead only felt pride and self love. Design quickly became Paloma’s safe place.
Within years she found herself becoming a woman who didn’t hunger for self loathing in the mirror but one who taught others to find peace in their image. She started her own line of clothing — “CORDÓVA” which was full of pieces that were a testament to her life.
Around 28, Paloma moved closer to the epicenter of her work in New York City and bought a beautiful home in Greenwich, Connecticut, a town full of old money and secrets.
Paloma became a regular name around town. With quick talk she earned the unfortunate attention of the Alacran family, a family with old money and power found deep in each crevice of the world.
At first, she believed she had them all figured out — the typical wealthy and respected family that someone would never want to cross.
Nothing prepared her for what they really were.
The Alacrans were descendants of generations of cruel and deviant empaths who used their abilities for manipulation to obtain money and power. The Alacrans thrived off of pressuring alliances with species that were susceptible to their influences.
Being around them stirred a hunger within her that she hadn’t felt in years: the hunger for justice by any means necessary.
But Paloma resisted temptation.
Unfortunately for Paloma, she found a soft spot for two of the Alacrans quickly. Not the older couple, but their son and his daughter.
Javier Alacrán was a man whose eyes were kind and whose heart was full of genuine love for his young daughter, Luna.
Javier had been widowed at a young age when his partner passed during childbirth. Since then, it had always been him and little Luna trapped in the tendrils of his parents’s “business”. Luna adored Paloma from their first interaction and pretty quickly, Javier learned to adore her too.
For the first time in years, Paloma gently let herself be seen for who she was and not the monster she had convinced herself she was.
Time passed and their three little lives intertwined deeper with each day. Eventually Javier and Luna moved out of the Alacrán home and into Paloma’s. That meant a family earned for Paloma.
Eventually came talks of forever, a life beyond Connecticut, siblings for Luna, travels to her home country of Ecuador…Javier had even bought a ring.
However, the Alacráns hated that their own son had made fools of them by mingling with someone unsusceptible to their charm and control which meant they would pay the price.
Threats quietly arose from the dangerous interspecies alliances the Alacrans had forged and forced until one night, a threat came a little too close to Luna. Paloma snapped. Deciding fate was taking too long, she succumbed to become the very role of karma she had sworn never to assume.
She entered the Alacrán house through mirrors, devouring their sanity nearly entirely, driving them to the very edge of madness. By the time Javier got her to step back, the damage had been done. Paloma had made them angry and reckless. The Alacrans were too far gone to care if their son or even granddaughter got hurt.
Paloma was ready to give up. She had finally found people who had accepted her flaws and giving herself up would be her final act of love. Javier had different plans. He had already arranged everything for Paloma and an eight year old Luna to flee to a town his contacts had deemed safe — the town of Wicked’s Rest.
She tried to object, to beg that she be the sacrifice but he insisted. It was Paloma who would make it out with Luna.
The night they fled there was no heroic descent into sunset, just things thrown into suitcases that were eventually piled into the back of an SUV and a tearful eight year old who didn’t understand why her and her Mamá had to leave her Papá behind.
After Luna cried herself to sleep in the front seat, Javier approached the driver side’s window one last time with a ring on a gold chain as a promise. The ring was not a promise that they’d find one another again but instead a promise that their love had been true and beautiful.
One last tearful kiss and the black SUV peeled off into the night, carrying the two people Javier loved most in the world. Paloma in turn carried their memories in the ring on the chain around her neck and in the sleeping child beside her who knew her as Mamá.
Soon, Paloma reached Wicked’s Rest with a shameful and broken heart towards a life that Javier had set up for her. But Paloma knew it wouldn’t be that easy, because life had taught her that everything unfinished followed someone to the very end.
Independent · Stubborn · Protective · Vengeful · Creative · Impulsive · Selfless · Blunt
Paloma is Ecuadorian American. Her parents immigrated before she was born and she was born and raised in Miami.
Paloma and her parents are still incredibly close and her parents worked multiple jobs while she applied to the Istituto Marangoni Miami where she studied Fashion Design and graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Fashion Design.
She keeps a small bag of sour candy in her purse at all times for when she is anxious.
Her purse is always big enough to hold her sketchbook that holds design ideas full of reference pictures, fabric scraps, and color swatches.
On days where either she or Luna miss Javier a little extra, one of them will suggest a trip to Sweetwood Chocolates where they will immediately go order an eight pack of milk chocolate shaped penguins (penguins were his favorite animal) and then take a short walk to Periwinkle Paints where Paloma without fail will get a new pack of Prismacolor colored pencils and three mini tubes of paint that Luna picks out.
Paloma keeps a notes app section on her phone full of things that people have said to her or around her that have resonated with her or made her laugh. It is mainly full of things Luna says but if you happen to make it into the notes app, you’ve made it into Paloma’s heart.
Her name means dove in Spanish and Luna’s name means moon.
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