Hazel's Character sheet is finally updated! Included is her humanity and Alchemy progress (probably still wrote something wrong).
Along with an update to the art catalogue, backstory is readable under the cut.
art commissioned by @/spookebee, @/wysticlipse, @/gravetidings, @/crownedinmarigolds and @/s0rcrss
Born and raised in a small family, she lost her mother young and grew up under the care of her father and older sister, Lea. Where Lea was loud, extroverted, and eager to chase parties and attention, Hazel preferred to keep to herself, throwing her energy into track and field.
For a time, she was exceptional—fast, disciplined, and determined. But an injury cut that future short, leaving her adrift. With running gone, she turned to other creative outlets, eventually finding her way into photography and more artistic pursuits while attending college.
It was Lea who dragged Hazel to the party that would change her life. Somewhere in the blur of music, strangers, and alcohol, Hazel was embraced. She doesn’t know by whom.
Waking up in a gutter the next morning, Hazel stumbled through the next day, not feeling like herself. She drank but still felt thirsty, she ate but still hungered, and all this was getting more agitated.
This all lead to Hazel almost feeding on her sister before running into the streets. Through the haze of her screaming hunger, she was found by a Toreador named Elara and taken to her haven, where she was able to feed.
From here, Hazel would "work" for Elara in exchange for blood bags. Their relationship has been manipulative and toxic from the start, but with no understanding of what she has become and nowhere else to turn, Hazel clings to Elara for guidance.
Hazel has little idea what she truly is, or why people—human and otherwise—want her dead. She has already made enemies, both among mortals and Kindred, though she hardly understands.
Her only comfort lies in the people who tether her to humanity: her sister Lea, her friend Kate Fox with an activist past, and her wealthy-but-fallen best friend, Diann White.
Hazel’s convictions are simple: she will protect her family, she will not betray her friends, and she will not kill.
Despite her fear and confusion, Hazel is beginning to explore what she can do. She has stumbled into a strange form of Thin-blood Alchemy known as Athanor Corporis—alchemy wrought through her own body by consuming ingredients.
It is fragile, unreliable, and experimental, but it represents the first time Hazel has felt she might have some control over her existence since the night of her Embrace.
Hazel still looks alive. She can eat food, feel a pulse, and even breathe. The sun does not burn her, though daylight strips her of her Kindred powers and leaves her weakened.
But beneath the façade, she is something unnatural. She is a Thin-blood, walking a razor’s edge between mortality and the endless night, unsure if she will rise above her curse or be consumed by it.
