𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗐𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖾 [ ... ]
n last but certainly least we have the newest n most terrible muse of mine but im jst so excited idc how many b*bies she may make cry :~) as usual ilysm n im srry pls luv me back noo ur so talented
* ◟ 𝟎𝟏. 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔 ; mama , we're all full of lies . mama , we're meant for the flies !
gov. name: allgedly adoncia rosamarie cadaval .
actual age: five-hundred-fifty .
birthday: july twenty third .
hometown: n/a .
occupation: professional poker player , current championship holder .
gender: cis woman , female pronouns preferred .
orientation: demisexual , panromantic .
species: original shapeshifter .
height: 152cm , five-foot .
distinguishable marks: multiple deep scars along back torso , small dent from a battle well won .
noticeable habits: manipulation twirling through tongue like air in lungs , smelling candles in the aisles of stores for longer than one would like to admit , interrupting the moment a tone shifts that isn’t for liking , tapping manicure along objects in a fit of impatience , wearing sunglasses inside even when asked to remove them , being able to spot fake accentuates miles away in under a minute’s notice .
typical appearance: well kept no matter the circumstances , flat ironed hair without a stray in sight , business-friendly apparel with runway idea for inspiration , jewelry to compliment not flash , heels are a necessity at all times .
hobbies &. extra bits: making sketchy business decisions under a dim streetlight , playing along with a hand you already wield with an iron fist , constantly shopping for faux rugs to make temporary be permanent , finding gifts for ones you know hold the flames to burn the bridge but sentiment will be your fatality , whiskey turning into the only hydration aged body ever sees , cucumber sandwiches at midnight whilst you listen to it rain .
* ◟ 𝟎𝟐. 𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 ; and right now they're building a coffin your size , mama we're all full of lies .
legends , fairytales , &. nightmares alike form to tell your tale . after centuries you begin to let other lips tell it for soon those ears will be dead whilst yours still ring in its half shell it inhabits . how you’ve longed to feel something again , deadly deeds &. sinister situations don’t get you full but it eases the hunger . feeling as a forever failure as both mother &. wife you seek comfort in the bottles of whiskey , they listen to your sorrows without you speaking while you drown . how you blame yourself for letting pride swallow you then as you swallow it now in heaping amounts . oh how long you cried to the dark to no avail , how the dark soon became you , now you cannot tell it from you anymore . broken beyond repair yet never to be fixed you roam for years on end only for the sake of your family , to make up for wrongs never able to be made right . beauty &. beast intertwine inside as the beast remains dominant , fangs ready to seep into self destruction whenever seems fit . tell me , how can you protect the ones you love when you are what is tearing them apart ?
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◜ •° ☥ 𝒔𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 … CHARLES TALON GREY has been spotted in the streets of st. diablo. many say he is a CAMBION that arrived FOUR MONTHS AGO. the 23 year old works as the GARDENER AT CRIMSON PEAK in st. diablo. people say that he reminds them of ( that person that’s always wearing airpods , 61% iced coffee / 47% menthol cigarettes / 2% living organism , books stacked high on every flat surface of his apartment ). * ( aaron liegbregts , kay , 29 , she/they , est )
— ABOUT :
born from his misguided human mother , & a demon he was supposed to call father — talon is a very soft soul , a quiet soul , despite the encouragement from his mother & his situation to be otherwise. he long since abandoned the name of the meatsuit his sperm donor had possessed , & then packed his bags & left his mother’s louisiana home as soon as he was able. she wouldn’t , & didn’t care ; & he’d heard not a peep from her since she hadn’t returned his goodbye the day he left , which was honestly fine by him. anything to be away from the blasphemous , religious mess she’d tried to indoctrinate him into. his reality was different than what most people experienced , & it had always set him apart. eventually , it became his choice to keep himself seperate from the typical when he realized he couldn’t fully control his abilities. people & animals would randomly pull away in fear , & sometimes there were claws at the end of his fingers where his blunt human nails should be. he’d made his way to st. diablo because it was the closest small town around when he got tired of orlando. the population was small , & it didn’t seem like many people stayed & went ; & when they did , no one asked any questions. he took a job where he’d be unlikely to deal with others at crimson peak as the gardener , & the last four months had gone off without a hitch. no hiccups , no accidental tells. no one knew what he was , & very few people know who he was. . . he was finally starting to feel like life was. . . not good , but better than terrible.
talon’s just wondering how long it can last. . .
— STATS :
name. charles talon grey , goes by talon.
age. 23.
gender. cis man.
pronouns. he/him.
zodiac. libra.
birthday. oct. 12.
sexuality. bisexual.
species. cambion.
+ traits. curious , clever , reserved , kind , polite , dependable , consistent.
- traits. hard to anger but impossible to calm down , tends to be overly trusting when he does let people in , avoidant of talking about feelings , superficial.
extras. keeps his nails long & filed sharp , so that when his claws accidentally do show , it’s harder to see unless someone is really paying attention. always has an iced coffee that’s just too much espresso on ice topped off with oat milk on hand. & while he’s initially avoidant of people & connections for the most part , he’s not entirely antisocial. he will engage back , he’s just very very unlikely to reach out on his own with any frequency.
— POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS :
one. anyone who is trying to force him to be more social & come out of his shell.
two. someone who knew him back home in louisiana. someone who’s familiar with the situation with his mother & knows he was raised by a dark c*lt member.
three. any flings or fwb. he might prefer to be alone , but he’s highkey touch starved & this is the main way he finds what little comfort he can get.
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◜ •° ☥ 𝒔𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 … HERA MCGREGOR has been spotted in the streets of st. diablo . many say she is a HUMAN that arrived FIFTY-FOUR YEARS AGO. the FIFTY-FOUR year old works as a LAWYER in st. diablo . people say that they remind them of thunder and lightening cracking through the sky on an otherwise silent night; blood spilling onto marble; and the clicking of high heels echoing through a hallway. * ( sandra bullock , gigi , 22 , she/her , cst )
- hera was aptly named after the greek goddess. the name itself filled with power and poise, one the woman would live up to and do everything in her power to fill those shoes.
- daylighting as a lawyer, she uses her legal power to make things as easy for her family and as difficult for others as she can.
- more specific info will come later as family dynamics are plotted!
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﹠ ㅤ ﹙ ㅤto beat the villain you have to be the better villainㅤ ﹚
◜ •° ☥ 𝒔𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 [ . . . ] GIDEON MCGREGOR has been spotted in the streets of st. diablo . many say he is a HUMAN that arrived FIFTY -- TWO YEARS AGO . the 52 year old works as an OWNER OF LAST RITES in st. diablo . people say that they remind them of AN ARRAY OF NICKS , BRUISES & CALLUSES CROSS MUSCULATURE & YOUR BODY MAY AS WELL BE A TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP OF YOUR STORY ; EACH JAGGED , DISCOLORED MARK ( SOME LESS TRANSIENT THAN OTHERS ) A TALE ONLY SCOTCH CAN PRY FROM YOUR MAUDLIN MOUTH . A TENDENCY TO LATCH ON TOO TIGHTLY NOT FOR FEAR OF THE UKNOWN BUT BECAUSE YOU KNOW , BECAUSE YOU’RE AWARE , PAINFULLY AWARE ( BLISSFUL IGNORANCE HAS NEVER BEEN A LUXURY OF YOURS ) . FAMILY HEIRLOOMS DECORATING AN ANCIENT ESTATE THAT FEELS AS MUCH A MUSEUM AS A HOME .
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 . gideon arthur mcgregor . 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 . cisgendered male . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 . masculine , he / him / his . 𝐃𝐎𝐁 . april 23rd . 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 . taurus . 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . heteromantic , heterosexual . 𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . high school graduate . 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . owner of last rites bar & grill . 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 . st. diablo , florida . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 . intransigent , austere , intuitive , wry .
𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝙰 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽 but you are raised as one . childish naivete malleable as soft clay ; you’re shaped & molded into a killer before you’re old enough to properly understand the weight of it . it’s a thrill to you --- a game . like an adrenaline junkie chasing a high . butterflies swirl each time dad loads the old pick up , presses a kiss to your mother’s temple with a soft goodbye & the promise to see her in a week’s time . it’s all fun & games & though there are some close calls ( you wear your battle scars with pride , touting them around & recounting each in embellished detail ) there are never any real repercussions .
you’re a boy on the cusp of manhood when the weight of what you’ve been doing sinks in . when it all becomes too real , too fast [ . . . ] A HUNT GONE WRONG ; you survive only because your father doesn’t . the weeks following your recovery are punctuated by a house that , lacking your father’s echoing footsteps & booming voice , feels too big , too silent . when the time comes you are the one to press a kiss to your mother’s brow without a promise to return . years are lost to grief & rage ; spent hunting one creature then the next til you become the ghost story whispered amongst monsters . it’s a woman ( isn’t that what it always comes down to ----- the love of a woman ? ) who at last tempers your anger , gives you the want to settle down .
try as you might you’re not the father yours was ; you’re harsh & overbearing even when you don’t mean to be & there’s anger still , simmering just below the surface . a hatred that’s hardened your heart now permanently etched into your being .
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◜ . · 𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 — 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ◜ . ·
alright this got to long oh whale enjoy this whole ass miserable novel !!!!!!! pleathe plot w my children whomst i love v little
◜ . · 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔
name: arkin bohen
species : original shapeshifter
age : 33
pronouns: he / him
occupation: caretaker at the st . diablo cemetery
fc: henry golding
◜ . · 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚
tw: death mention
›› for most of his childhood , arkin had no idea that the frequent visions that terrorized him as a kid were a product of his lineage —— a few months after his birth , his mother perished in car wreck which left him in the hands of a father who didn’t know as much about his wife as he thought . what his human father didn’t understand was that his wife had been and always was a witch , specifically a foresight witch . the terrorizing visions that often sent her into a catatonic state were not in fact a human sickness but instead part of her magic . naturally , when his son started exhibiting the same characteristics , arkin’s father assumed he’d been passed down his mother’s sickness .
›› arkin spent a good chunk of his childhood taking different kinds of medicines to suppress his ‘episodes’ . of course human medicine could not suppress something that was supernatural , so naturally , arkin was still subject to visions that he did not entirely understand . initially , he used to fear his visions and wanted more then anything for them to stop . however , throughout his teenage years he began to grow used to them , and even if they made little sense to him still , they no longer terrified him in the way they used to .
›› for most of his life arkin had little contact with his mother’s side of the family. his father admittedly knew little about them , only that one of his wife’s sisters lived in florida but even after his wife died , her family hardly reached out . when arkin’s aunt showed up unexpectedly in his life , arkin wasn’t sure what to think considering he hardly knew anything about his mother and her family . his aunt was suddenly very interested in his life , insisting that it would be best that he spent a year with her in florida to get to know more about his family . his father wasn’t to keen about letting arkin go , especially considering his sister in law had never showed interest in arkin until now . still , guilt persisted and arkin evidently packed his things to live with his aunt for some time .
›› when they arrived at st . diablo , arkin didn’t quite know what to think . the town was small and a far cry from the city he’d grown up in . his aunt waisted no time in telling arkin what he was . like most people who live outside of st. diablo , arkin didn’t believe his aunt until she began to talk about his visions —— suddenly things became clear to him and as hard as it was for him to wrap his head around it , he accepted that he was in fact a witch .
›› arkin would end up living with his aunt for a couple of years as she taught him not only how to practice magic , but also how to interpret his visions . what his aunt found out quite quickly was that unlike their family line , arkin’s visions weren’t of the future but instead of the dead . in these visions , arkin could communicate with spirits around him , but it took years of practice for him to ever get to a place where he could induce his visions , let alone communicate through them .
›› arkin left st . diablo well into his adult hood after he felt he was well adjusted with his abilities . in that time , he met and fell in love with a human woman who’d evidently worked as a doctor . such closeness to life and death ironically , he who sees death and she who fights it . they married and lived a serene life , as arkin still felt it was within his best interest to keep what he was secret . tragedy struck not long after his marriage —— his wife would perish at the hands of a drunk driver . what cruel misery , what bitter irony to lose his wife in the same manner he lost his mother .
›› even crueler was the reality that his visions were only of his beloved wife who called for him . arkin found himself back in st . diablo , spiraling back into his visions which he’d lost control . for a while , arkin hasn’t been okay , he’d been wrapped up in his grief for a very long time . ironically he’s chosen to work at the st . diablo cemetery as its the only place where he’s able to drown out the visions of his wife with the other spirits .
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◜ •° ☥ 𝒔𝒕. 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 … BASTIEN ARSLAN has been spotted in the streets of st. diablo . many say he is a WITCH that arrived A WEEK AGO. the 529 year old works as a LAWYER in st. diablo . people say that they remind them of the soft lull of an old record player in the dead of night; darkness in your heart that you just cannot control; bringer of truths, no matter how hard they might hurt.
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍
BIRTH NAME: bash arslan
LEGAL NAME: bastien arslan
NAME MEANING: bash — primarily a male name of turkish origin that means chief, commander. bastien — primarily a boy's name is of greek origin meaning revered.
BIRHDATE: june 3rd, 1492
GENDER: cis man
SPIECES: witch
ORIENTATION: bisexual
OCCUPATION: lawyer
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: turkish, greek, english, latin, some spanish & french
𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍
FACECLAIM: alperen duymaz
EYE COLOUR: brown
HAIR COLOUR: dark brown
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 174 lbs
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
MBTI: entp
ENNEAGRAM: type 8w9 ( the diplomat )
FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: choleric
POSITIVE: loyal & determined
NEGATIVE: manipulative & resentful
𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔
▹ MAGICAL AFFINITY — born a witch, bash has a natural talent for the craft. he is particularly partial to elemental magic.
▹ DARK ARTS — the arslan family was the first of the dark witches and thus are the most experienced in the dark arts. bash is particularly partial to blood magic.
▹ IMMORTALITY — in addition to gaining the ability to wield the dark arts, the arslans were granted immortality.
𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘
born june 3rd, 1492, as BASH ARSLAN. he is the middle child of the arslan siblings alongside his twin sister, aurelia, and first son. like many arslans before him, bash was born with the ability to use magic.
growing up, bash was taught a great deal about about the craft. learning what would become labeled as the light arts. he excelled in elemental magic specifically, and thus often spent more of his studies on the subject.
the arslan family moved around a great deal. in a time where witchcraft could result in you being hanged or burned at the stake, it was best not to stick around in one place for too long in order to avoid suspicion. bash didn’t mind the moving from place to place, but certainly wished they didn’t have to do it out of fear.
eventually the family would end up in the new world and among the colonies inhabiting florida. and this is where the thirst for power would truly take hold. for if the family was immortal, then no one could hunt or harm them. the arslan’s efforts would ultimately lead them to st. diablo’s accursed grounds, where the saints and devils roam. it would be the devils who the arslans would strike their unholy deal with, granting them immortality and great power, but at the cost of their souls.
their deal resulted in the birth of the dark arts, a twisted and heinous form of magic as bestowed upon them by the devil. it made them powerful and with power came trouble. they were not the only family to benefit from the creatures that lurked in the dark corners of st. diablo. feud after feud left nothing but destruction in its wake. truly, it should have been no surprise that the other residents of st. diablo would turn on the originals, demanding they be banished from the town that they had made into a home. the council was formed, the accords stuck. hunters were barred from hunting. the williams and cadaval banished from the town. an the arslan ? they were permitted to stay, but their dark arts could no longer be wielded or taught within the town any longer.
bash didn’t stick around long after that. he was a witch and to deny the use of that side of himself was like cutting out a vital organ. he went from place to place. back to moving around to avoid suspicion. after all, he could no longer age. he’d change�� his name every few decades. assuming a new identity in a new town. the years would pass and his only involvement with st. diablo was the occasional visit to his family in their family home.
these days, he goes by bastien arslan. reassuming his family name and using his birth name as a nickname. having earned himself a law degree in the 70s, he currently works as an associate at a major law firm in atlanta, georgia. he has recently come back to st. diablo to visit his family for the anniversary of the accords.
bash is a manipulative son of a bitch who will tell you want you want to hear in order to get you to do what he wants. he cannot stand humanity, his long life has made him see some of the worst humans have to offer and thus he thinks very little of them. he truly only cares about himself and his family. if he ever agrees to help you with something, you can trust that he has ulterior motives.
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔
RIDE OR DIE — one of the few people outside of bash’s family that he is close with. this muse would be a supernatural with a long life that bash has known for decades. they struck up an unlikely friendship that hasn’t wavered over the years. taken by leon williams.
MENTEE — a witch who is seeking bash’s help in the dark arts. he doesn’t often teach other witches anymore, so this person would likely have to or has won bash over.
HUNTER FOR PAY — a hunter that essentially works for bash. they would have met outside of st. diablo and he pays this muse to get information or hunt down other supernaturals for him. recently, he would have convinced this muse to come to st. diablo and get close to the mcgregors as bash doesn’t trust them.
INFORMANTS — other informants that bash uses. he enjoys being the manipulative bastard that he is and having other’s secrets certainly helps in his little game.
EX FLINGS — he is rarely ever in a committed relationship and it is mostly due to the fact that he will outlive the majority of the people around him. he has seen many lovers die and so he keeps his distance. he will have flings, but the second someone tries to get closer to him emotionally he will shut that shit down.
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𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 [ ... ]
welcome to my first of two shitros so sadly yes this means u will have 2 relive this more than once pls mail me the medical bills bc i understand how bad this is gnna be 4 u im sorry oh no ur all so hot n talented ilysm yeehaw ....
* ◟ 𝟎𝟏. 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔 ; you keep eternity , give us the radio . deploy the battery , we're taking back control !
gov. name: serene rhee .
actual age: twenty seven .
birthday: december twenty fifth .
hometown: chicago , illinois .
occupation: freelance artist , soon to be world renowned painter .
gender: cis woman , female pronouns preferred .
orientation: demisexual , panromantic .
species: witch , light arts trained briefly .
height: 165cm , five-foot-five .
distinguishable marks: small nick on right bottom lip , four-inch long scar straight down chest plate .
noticeable habits: excessive story telling with too many webs that confuse the simplest minds , conspiracy theory powerpoints on why the government is hiding information pertaining to alien life forms , wild flower picking for vases scattered around a plant-ridden house , flour thrown over a paint stained table for adventurous culinary arts when one should be sleeping , twirling front ringlets in index fingers while humming old tunes , stopping every time to admire something pretty .
typical appearance: messy waves from waking up thirty minutes prior , the messiest buns on the verge of collapsing , splattered denims with ripped seams , pretty skirts &. frilly tops , random varieties of candy stuffed into pockets .
hobbies &. extra bits: playing video games while more important tasks are to be done , drinking strawberry syrup out of the bottle with no remorse , being fascinated by bugs or leaves with odd shapes , sci-fy movie binges after reality tv stops feeling the same , the color orange being one of the worst enemies .
* ◟ 𝟎𝟐. 𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 ; engage the energy , light up the effigy . no chance to take it slow , by now i'm sure you know !
born to a single mother with sticky fingers meant no place could be home for too long , noses sniffing into her schemes would run her off before the next daybreak with no traces to crawl to . if anything she would have taught you how to not be , a life looking over your shoulder is never a life worth living . a bank robbery gone wrong sent her into a chaotic break that resulted in you being sheltered for three months straight . no outside contact , no looking out the windows , only counting the amount of nails are beaten into poor wood . grip tightened ever so up until your eighth year when karma caught her on gas station security cameras robbing the cashier . you still believed to see the good in her as they hauled you off to some distant relative in a town you couldn’t even remember &. her in the back seat of a blue lit vehicle . the teen years followed you in the blink of an eye , as did a numerous amount of unexplained occurrences too obscure to speak aloud , but art relinquished worry &. restored it to comfort . the unknown would remain that but covered in pretty paints to sell to the highest bidder . it was when sickness suddenly took over your aunt your nineteenth year that things went into a spin . three months after birthday celebrations would you be making funeral arrangements , stumbling across a box �� in the late’s dresser makes the frenzy roar even louder . the one person hoped to be the holy grail would show up a dead end . how can an inmate disappear from government systems &. into thin air ?
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◜ . · 𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ! 𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏! ◜ . ·
hey goofy goobers , it’s isla w my bb miss inez cadaval . please have this messy intro that lichrally makes no cents . . . anyways plot w me on discord @la llorona#5226 . ty that is all .
◜ . · 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔
name: inez cadaval
species : original shapeshifter
age : 519
pronouns: she / her
occupation: n/a
◜ . · 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚
›› it’s ironic really how something so vicious and vengeful could become transformed by the saints . . . inez, before she was more girl then wolf, was the second daughter of three. as the middle child she bore no real expectation, neither the older to bear the weight of responsibility nor the youngest to indulge on the spoils of favoritism. she lived a meager life as an unmarried woman who enjoyed the frills of the middle class, often tenderhearted enough to write poetry by the banks of the river. she loved the serenity that solitude brought her and found herself pulling away from her family as she journeyed across the americas with an insatiable appetite to fall in love with the unknowable. when she returned, she’d found that her family had moved to a remote land that was scarcely populated. she hated the idea of moving so far from the home she remembered, away from a society she rather enjoyed, but it was upon the insistence of her family that they would build their own home, bigger than the one they had before, that forced her to stay.
›› the night of the land dispute, inez and was sound asleep when suddenly the shots of a gun rang out. startled out of her sleep, she, her sisters and mother waited as her father returned, stains of blood smeared across his skin and clothes. terror arose in her life a bird taking flight, but her father was adamant that he was defending their land. morning broke along the horizon, and an unsettling feeling seemed to loom in the shadows of their house. light filtered through the open window and suddenly struck her as she lay awake in her bed; the transformation, though sent by the divine, tore her apart like a wolf mauling its prey. bones tore and re-arranged in painstakingly slow process that lasted hours, relenting just as night broke once more. a creature of white fur and sharp teeth, inez lost herself to the creature she’d become, stalking through the wilderness with vicious intent. for a year inez was trapped within her wolf form, unable to latch onto the humanity to bring her back.
›› a witch came upon her one night, a spirit liken to hers that saw her for what she was; come back mija, the witch said. agony ripped her apart as she was brought back to her human form, and with a startling reality inez remembered that she had once been a girl. her mind reeled, body trembled as she reconciled that she’d lost so much of herself in the viciousness of what she’d been before. she did not return immediately to her family, did not seek to find them. a wolf trapped in the flesh of a woman, inez leaned into that viciousness, bitterness festering the more time went on.
›› in all honesty , she didn’t give much thought to her banishment from st. diablo. when she returned to st. diablo, she found no purpose to keep her anchored long enough , she was always leaving and going as she pleased. inez her agonizing immortality roaming across the world and spreading chaos wherever she went. though inez has passing investment in staking her claim in st. diablo , she doesn’t have much interest in seeking vengeance for her banishment.
›› inez is how do u say . . . unhinged siqbdhhd . she’s incredibly vicious to the people who have wronged her , especially those who have betrayed her trust in any way. she’s a bit of a hypocrite tho cause she’ll be the first to backstab if it benefits her in any way. when it comes to those she genuinely cares about, which is few and far between, she’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no harm ever comes to them. inez is not cunning or manipulative because most of the time she’s too impulsive to be so calculating. she’s the ‘what u see is what u get’ kind of person that doesn’t try to pretend that she’s a good person. inez has softened in the sense that she’s not as vicious as she once was, she’s more indifferent then anything and doesn’t really care what people say or do.
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