Cael Lee Crawford
^{{Cael was named Spencer Lee Crawford until his eighteenth birthday, when he legally changed his first name to Cael in reference to his true fae name, Caeldyn.}}

19. (19)

Pastel colors, loud prints, cozy sweaters, black skinnies, floral designs, patterned tank tops, and punk boots. Cael’s sense of fashion is a little all over the map, yet it is undeniably fashionable. He wears what he wants when he wants, and he boldly owns his flamboyant style choices. The touchably soft, shaggy hair atop his head is altered with both chemicals and illusory magic. Cael’s locks are bleached to a pale blonde color that is often temporarily dyed — or glamoured — to appear any number of pastel shades. Mint green, powder blue, and soft lavender appear to be his favourites, which he frequently switches between to suit his ever-shifting moods. Currently, his hair is purple. As for physical stature, Cael fits into the stereotypically petite side of the fae, standing at 170cm with a thin frame that has been kept toned by years of dance and activities. A final notable characteristic is that Cael has heterochromia — both of his eyes have underlying grey tones, but his right is greenish while his left is more blue.

Cael is a freshman university student majoring in Liberal Arts — being perpetually indecisive about what career path he wants to take, Cael is choosing to study a little bit of everything and anything. Additionally, Cael is a part-time barista at The Daily Grind as a way to fund his college-aged “extracurriculars”.

The Summer Court — This is the Court to which his fae parents belong, therefore it is the Court that Caeldyn affiliates with. Although Cael is a Changeling that was raised by a human family in the Overworld, the passion and heat of the summer sun boils the blood in his veins. Cael was born to this Court, and he decided that he was gladly willing to give his heart and soul to it, and it’s radiant monarch, after only a few visits.

The Seelie Fae are said to be the personification of both spring and summer, and such is true for Caeldyn. Although Cael is a devout, albeit new, member of the Summer Court, his personality leans more towards the ways of spring. On the average day, he is cheerful and energetic, with one of the most contagious laughs that you ever did hear. The idiom states that one cannot have May’s flowers without first April’s showers, as such, Cael is as prone to bouts of melancholy as he is to manic episodes. His mood is as shifting and temperamental as springtime weather.

At a young nineteen years — which is infantile in fae timelines — Caeldyn is relatively guideless and woefully naïve. Being a child of spring has its perks, however, as Cael is boundlessly imaginative and full of fresh ideas, with an unyielding desire to learn and grow as much as possible. As any fae should be, Cael is also inherently meddlesome. He is always getting into other people’s business, and is intrigued by all things gossipy. While he is untrained in the true art of fae deception, Cael is still a trickster to the core — if he feels that someone has slighted him in some way, they will receive it back ten-fold, regardless of the innocence of said slight.

Just over nineteen years ago, the Crawfords made a grave mistake. William Crawford did not realize the mistake that he had made at the time, and he still does not to this day, but it was a mistake all the same. Billy was a logger, and as a logger, he did what loggers do — he cleared a forest. A fae-claimed forest. This was a sin against the fae of the highest order. William had taken what was theirs, so it was only fair play that they take something in return. Mrs. Crawford was with child at the time, which made the decision of payback easy. When the human child Spencer was born, he was stolen, and replaced with a baby fae Changeling named Caeldyn. The faerie’s powers would remain dormant until he reached his teen years, and until then, the parents would be none the wiser to the exchange that had taken place that fateful night.

Caeldyn grew up as Spencer, a fae child that was ignorant to what he truly was and where he had come from. He grew up human, but he was far from a normal boy. Spencer frequently talked to his imaginary friends in the closet, under his bed, and most importantly, in the backyard. He spent the majority of his childhood playing outdoors, rolling in the grass and soaking up as much sunshine as he could in the dreary England climate. He was an indecisive child, unable to pick a single hobby or activity to practice — he sang, he danced, he played instruments, and he participated on sports teams. The only activity that consistently stuck with him then and continues to stick with him now, is dance. His boundless energy and easily distracted mind earned him a diagnosis of ADHD as a child, but that mattered little to him. Spencer was as happy as could be, though the same was not true for the Crawford parents.

The fae continued to meddle in Mr. and Mrs. Crawford’s lives: grooming their “child” to prefer the company of fae over humans, stealing things from their home, causing their cars to not start and their expensive decor to fall over, and any number of other inconvenient things.The Crawfords had loved their little family home, but it appear to be cursed, so they left it after nearly ten years of enduring the pranks and trickeries of the fae. They moved into a quaint three bedroom house in Edgetoun and thought that their lives would get better there. For them, it did not. For Spencer, this marked a new beginning, and the doors to a whole new world opened up to him.


Spencer was thirteen at the time that he first heard her song. The music called to him in both his dreams and his waking hours. The somber melody spoke to the young boy on a spiritual level… she sounded sad, and so very far away. Spencer had to find her, to give her comfort and assurance that everything would be okay. So Spencer did just that, he followed nymph’s song all the way to Avalon. On that day, Spencer discovered his heritage, that he was actually named Caeldyn, the beautiful singer was his mother, and all of his imaginary childhood friends were real. She explained to him that if he wished to stay in the Overworld, he would have to learn how to conceal his true self from the humans. So he did.

Cael was only gone for a day. When he returned home, he expected to be scolded for having wandered off for so long, but he did not expect to be accused of having been missing for weeks. Time apparently worked differently in Avalon, minutes turned into days, hours to weeks, and everything was upside down and backwards. That said, it did not keep him from visiting Court again, he returned home many times. As Spencer grew into his late teens, he became increasingly distant from his human parents, and insisted that everyone call him Cael, without giving any reason for the change. Cael wanted to stay in the Overworld for means of frolicking and politicking, but he wanted to do so on his terms, and as his own person. When he reached his eighteenth birthday, Cael legally changed his name and enrolled in university — where he moved out into a dorm and started on his path towards true indepence.

UNIVERSITY OF EDGETOUN — This local college is surprisingly well-funded in comparison to some of the other establishments of Edgetoun. The campus buildings are named after a plethora of wealthy alumni and individuals from the town, and Cael specifically lives in Bigby Hall. Being a fulltime student and resident of the dormitories, Cael spends a great deal of time here.

THE DAILY GRIND — The coffee shop is the second most-likely place that you will find Cael, being that he works there as a barista part-time. Cael actually really likes his job, especially the discounted bakery treats to quell his insatiable sweet tooth, and the free coffee perks, not that he needs the extra energy.

YELENA — Ah yes, the extracurriculars. Cael makes it a point to go out clubbing quite often, as he enjoys the music, dancing, and meeting new people. Yelena is his particular favourite in that he gets to interact with like-minded individuals in terms of both otherness and Otherness. Perhaps one day he’ll find himself some summer lovin’ here.

William Crawford, human father, alive
Cheryl Crawford, human mother, alive
Bryzcael, fae mother, alive
Dynahlii, fae father, deceased in service to the Court
Aednyx soon-to-be mentor, alive
Aoife, college friend, alive
Guy, coworker, alive

Birth name: Eternity
Human alias: Gemma Clark
^{FC: Juno Temple; 9cc8ff}

27 (246; equivalent to 23/24)

Standing at 5'2", Eternity is rumored to be a walking fashion statement. Her untamed hair is naturally blonde, although she occasionally darkens her roots, and requires major maintenance in the morning and night. The color of her eyes are a cross between chartreuse green and blue, depending on the lighting. For those who care to know, her bra size is 30B and she weighs around 110 lbs. All her life, she was blessed, or cursed, with a round face and big eyes, which has made her look years younger than her actual age. She has a 'honey coated, silvery, you should be a stripper' kind of voice.

Most of her money goes towards clothing rather than other necessities. She wants to be a display of beauty, splendor, and confidence. You could say she is vanity incarnated, but that's only because Eternity knows she looks good, so why not get people to stare? A smile isn't unlikely to see unless she's in thought or just doesn't want to deal with your shit. Her stare comes off as compelling, but more in the sense that she is studying you, not so much luring you in for an unforgettable sex adventure (despite the fact that her eyes have caused misunderstandings). Even if Eternity is a woman of intellect and craves knowledge beyond belief, her frolicsome nature shines through her interactions with others. Her attire ranges from thrift store hidden treasures to actual designer brands. No matter the quality, she WILL make what she wears look like a high end fashion ensemble.

♦ In Avalon, Eternity is a noblewoman and a solider for the Winter Court.
♦ By day, Gemma Clark is a photojournalist, though aims to eventually become a full time columnist. Her main job is producing high quality photos of current events and setting up shots for the stories of her co-workers at The Capital. That doesn't stop her from getting her opinion out there as a dedicated blogger for Trance Weekly Online, an encrypted underground propaganda journal that is directed to the creatures of the night.
♦ By night, Gemma Clark is a self proclaimed Nightcrawler 'Stringer' and fancies LiveLeak. Her alias on this site is Stephanie Anderson — can never be too cautious.

Her parents, Mazrael & Narissa (surname and other given names, classified), are great magnates in the Winter Court and their house is known for the militant achievements of Mazrael, since he is one of the more outstanding generals for the Unseelie and is considered second-in-command to the Field Marshall. By association to her parents, especially her father, it is in Eternity's duties to protect and serve her Queen.

Without a doubt, she can be someone's beautiful nightmare. Cunning, blunt, and hardly ever offended, Eternity has the ability to ruin someone's entire image or make them feel absolutely terrible about themselves. She won't be intentionally mean if there is no reason to but as someone who aims to live and breathe 'News', as her alias requires, her goal will be: a good story. Regardless of your well being. That being said, she is still extremely raw as a journalist. Her ruthless work ethic needs to come through now more than ever, to hold her position in The Capitol. No matter what though, she is ultimately out to protect her own and serve her Queen, even if her guilty pleasure is chaos.

Eternity isn't terribly malevolent but she can be dangerous for other people's morale, emotional state, and reputation, since sometimes she lacks a filter. Truly, she tries to understand people's problems and tears but... their words just come off as petty excuses and white noise. Perhaps, her unsympathetic nature was because of her pretentious Unseelie parents. However, her upbringing didn't only have cruelty and constant demand for perfection. Her mentor balanced the stress and high expectations that Eternity's childhood encompassed by showing her compassion and giving her the proper discipline to pursue her dreams, outside of what her parents want. At least Eternity acknowledges she isn't the 'sweetest' little thing on this fine mortal plane, but that doesn't mean she's heartless. Even with the negative, she can be pleasantly welcoming and warm. Overall, a great listener and someone who isn't afraid to state her opinions on matters. She can be fun in a dorky and adorable way, especially when she doesn't have her guard up. Her biggest problems are most definitely her guard, her ambition, and her underlining bitterness, which ultimately effects how she comes across toward people.

Eternity was born into one of the 'golden' families of her kind. Some people consider her lineage to be the best of the best, other people see her parents as people who kiss ass. Those who don't venture too far from what they're good at, to keep a safe and stable position in the court. Once her father got into a comfortable rank in the military, he stopped climbing. He was satisfied with his work and the security he built for his kin. Meanwhile, her mother enjoyed the pleasures of their wealth and fame, so it was inevitable that she would grow accustomed to it to the point that no other life would suit her.

Who could blame them? Becoming a general in the military was not easy and neither was gaining enough trust in the medical field to be specific noble families' priestess. Both Mazrael and Narissa started at the bottom and worked their asses off to get where they are today. Any sudden moves could throw away all that they've worked for. Their time to advance was over and now it was their daughter's time to find her calling and add to the house name.

Growing up, Eternity felt like her mentor, who was almost always nearby, was more her parent than her actual parents. Eion was given plenty of down time compared to Mazrael and Narissa, so it made sense why he was there more so than them. This caused her to get strongly attached to him and if he died, she would be absolutely devastated. Eion kept Mazrael's wishes in mind, while teaching the hungry-for-knowledge child how to protect herself, how to harness her abilities, and how to be the best fae she could be (regardless of where she came from). One can say Eion's beliefs are a bit more... open minded and radical than everyone else's. Being a lady was left to her school and her mother; He would teach her to be a fighter, giving her unnerving persistence, remarkable insight, and sturdy willpower.

Near her late teens, her parents' appearances became more and more frequent, to where she even shadowed them while they worked. Eternity started seeing her mentor less and less, which caused her to act out in disobedience, anger, and rebellion. She made sure to set time aside to visit him and take in all his knowledge, even if it meant she had to sneak out to get a private lesson. Her involvement with him got so obsessive that he knew it was time to distance himself. Luckily, the opportunity did arise and Eion convinced Mazrael to send Eternity to Edgetoun, where note worthy things were happening that could lead to a once in a life time opportunity for her and the family. Even if they didn't want to move up, that didn't mean their daughter needed to stay stagnant. This was her chance to get her own recognition, as well as show all three of them what she's learned over the years.

Hopefully this wasn't a mistake.

Before Eternity left Avalon, a strange nobleman that she knew was close with her father and Eion gave her a good starting point for her journey. Someone he said she could rely on, especially since she's... fresh and ready to learn.

Go find Rome, he'll give you exactly what you need to fit right in. You won't regret his help, I swear.

The Capital — This will be the place she'll spend an ungodly amount of time at, so she'll either come to love it or hate it.
The Canal — One of the first treasures she's stumbled upon and oddly enough finds herself drawn to it, even if it isn't necessarily safe.
Richmond's — She's been there twice and she loves it! There's no doubt in her mind she'll become a regular.

Eion — The most important person to her and the person she compares most of her 'suitors' with.
Roman — A demon she might get too deeply involved with.
Mazrael — The constant reminder that she has a lot to live up to and surpass if she wants to be recognized and appreciated.
Narissa — The constant reminder of her flaws and what she hasn't done yet to make the man of the house proud.

Eleanor English — His Guardian, His Foundation, His Inspiration
Calypso Grey — His Twin, His Rose, His Reason
Luka Pavlov — His Uncle, His Council, His Rival

Eleanor English — Her Mother, Her Best Friend, Her Anchor
Caspian Grey — Her Other Half, Her Solider, Her Spirit
Luka Pavlov — Her Dad, Her Idol, Her Compass

Olivia Katrina Johnson.

26

Amber HeardWhenever Olivia is working, she usually wears a white lab coat and a white tshirt underneath it or if the weather is cold she will wear a turtleneck under it, and a pair of jeans. However whenever Olivia isn't working, she will usually be seen wearing dresses or skirts when it is warmer weather and sandals. When the weather is colder Olivia tends to wear warmer clothes from turtlenecks to keep warm she also wears jeans as well as boots or sneakers when the weather is cold.

Olivia has her ears pierced, large claw marks over her back, bite mark on her right shoulder, as well as a on her left shoulder Olivia stands at about 5'7 weighing in at 135lbs, her body build is very slender with a little bit of curves here and there, she has blonde hair and a set of grey eyes as well.

Olivia works as a Medical Examiner, she majored in college with a Forensic Pathology degree

Olivia has not chosen a faction to join, mainly because she has only been in London for a little over a month now, and she is very weary of being put into a group of others. Right now Olivia is very content on being on her own at least for now, if there was a problem or issue then she may choose a side if it ends up getting her involved in some way shape or form.

When you first meet Olivia she is usually seen as a pretty friendly person she is very smart and friendly towards her friends and family. She easily will get to know people pretty quickly and enjoys making friends with new people. However she can be very quick and easily tempered or angered, and at times irritable and sarcastic. When she is in either of these moods it is best to keep your distance, she will usually also keep her distance from others knowing that she could possibly say something that she could regret.

But Olivia is a very loyal and protective when she is with her friends or family, she will do whatever it takes to keep them safe and wont hesitate to get into a fight if need be. She enjoys being around others and also enjoys working with people, Olivia also enjoys all things girly and tends to enjoy bright colors she also enjoys having time by herself with a book in her hands or something else to read in her spare time she also does enjoy drawing. If Olivia is angered she will make a low growling sound, if she is board she tends to tug at her hair, or if nervous she tends to chew at her nails.

In her spare time Olivia's hobbies consist of reading, Writing, yoga and drawing. Her greatest fears are losing control, and infecting anyone with her curse or even killing someone in the process and spiders she really and truly hates spiders. Olivia always likes animals such as dogs, and cats she also enjoys doing yoga, drinking coffee, and any kind of cookies she will eat just about any kind. Her dislikes Olivia really hates hunters, thunderstorms, loud sounds, silver, wolfsbane and rap music.

Olivia was born and raised in the small town of Red Lake Pennsylvania, her father is the mayor of Red Lake her family having run the town for centuries and rarely anyone wanting to take the role. Her parents met when they were young, her mother being a teacher at the towns middle school. They fell in love and eventually they got married having three kids, two boys and a girl, growing up Olivia knew pretty much everyone within the town, Olivia being mainly surrounded by boys she grew up hunting and shooting rifles with her family which was something she didn't enjoy. However Olivia enjoyed growing up and having fun with her friends and family, however one night when she turned sixteen things started to change for her after the wolf attack.

When Olivia was sixteen, she was out in the woods hiking before the sun set like she usually did for her evenings despite wolf sightings and attacks recently. She didn't pay much attention to those and continued with her usual evening hike. Then she started to hear some howling, and getting the feeling that she was being stalked when she was completely spooked out Olivia made a run for it. She was then tackled to the ground and then bitten by a wolf, but after that she was left alone and ended up waking up several hours later with her shirt torn and her clothes covered in her own blood.

After the attack Olivia was transported to the local clinic in Red Lake, she stayed there for about a day but the marks had healed up rather quickly. Not thinking much of it they released her early and told to keep it easy, which she did however she started noticing the strange things happening to her. Heightened hearing, sight, smell, taste and touch, freaked out about it but she decided to keep this secret. When the first full moon happened that's when she experienced her first werewolf transformation

Olivia started to notice the changes going on around her, she decided to keep things secret and started hiding things from her family and friends. When she graduated high school Olivia decided to leave the small town wanting to go to college and become a medical examiner, which her parents were supportive over. Olivia moved to New York where she settled into an apartment sharing it with her roommate Samantha Hunter, the two of them were pretty close friends. Sam studying for journalism and Olivia studying Forensic Pathology, Olivia learned it all pretty well, eventually taking up her residency at the hospital.

Eventually Olivia graduated taking a job in New York as the medical examiner there, and assisting the coroner there, even though it was a creepy job for most people. She did enjoy it quiet a bit as she learned from the coroner there that she learned her job from, before finding a job listing over in London. Figuring that it was a change of pace she didn't want to live in the US, and she didn't want to hurt any of her closest friends and family before deciding to move to London taking a job as a medical examiner there.

During the early mornings Olivia will tend to visit places like The Daily Grind for her cup of coffee, or if she is having a very long day at her job. Olivia also does tend to visit The Sly Fox for a few drinks after a long and stressful day, or on her days off Olivia may spend some of her evenings there as well.

Katrina Johnson Olivia's grandmother, Ashley Johnson Olivia's mother, Patrick Johnson Olivia's father, Samantha Hunter her closest friend, Antonia Henderson Olivia's mentor when she first started working as an ME.

Stefani Roche
_{Previously Margot Whitewood}

16½ (17½)

Stef is currently being paid under the table by Nicodem for work at The Slye Fox. Whether it's washing dishes, cleaning workstations or helping prep food, Stef is kept out of the way in the kitchen, and she appreciates it that way.

After meeting Nicodem, Stef gained entry into The Collective. She understands the membership is more out of pity and learning control than anything else, but she's not complaining. Stef will take all the help she can get.

Despite the many changes that have undergone Stef's body and mind, she was very pleased to discover that some things stayed the same. For one, her natural creativity. With a wild imagination and tendency to day-dream, Stef works out her creative mind by way of art. Having always been a budding artist from the day she could hold and scribble with crayons, she spends whatever spare change she has (after household and clothes) on art supplies. Although she's more practised in watercolours than anything else, she's a fan of the bold, vibrant colours often found in chalk, oil pastels and oil paints. Painting has always been a nice distraction for her, though these days it's more necessary than usual. Nightmares of the attack and her own monstrous acts often plague her sleep, and so she often looking to her sketchpad or easel in an attempt to distract herself from thinking about it. However it leaves her tired, and with an already hot temper, she tends to be irritable throughout the day, snapping at people when they bother her. Other days, she'll just be quiet, too anxious or just too exhausted to speak to many people. Despite this, Stef does have good days where she'll be pleasant to speak to, and her childishness begins to show.

Amongst her need to both look older and seem more adult, Stef attempts to act mature at most times in her day-to-day activities. However, her natural childish playfulness always seems to shine through via immature pranks and jokes, giggling scandalously at indecent or black humour, and revelling in the most teenage behaviour of breaking the rules of society, having the occasional temper tantrum, and holing up in one of her hiding places to avoid others and making sure nobody sees her vulnerability.

The life of Stefani - or Margot, as she was known - was quite unassuming up until her transition into vampirehood. Belonging to a modest home in Edgetoun, she didn't really do much to stand out amongst other girls in her neighbourhood. This mundane life suited her just fine, with the most exciting prospects of her life involving travelling to Scotland to spend some quality family time with her Aunt Christiana, Uncle Will, and brood of cousins. Being an only child, it was amazing for her to be thrown into the hectic life of her extended family every summer. Four cousins of varying age and gender made for plenty of entertainment, even in the isolated town they lived in - but the summer of 2018 was more exciting for Margot than usual. Thanks to a generous bonus in her Aunt's wage packet, the entire family was treated to a trip to Europe. While her parents couldn't get the time off, Margot was more than welcome to go along anyway, only happy to both spend more time with her cousins, and of course, get to bask in the sun and ancient wonders of Greece. For the most part, it was a glorious holiday for the family. But as the second week came around, this peace was shattered.

Walking down the cramped, darkened streets to get to various destinations never cowed the Whitewood's, even in the darkness of late evening. They believed in safety in numbers, but as they soon found out, even the largest of human company meant nothing against a creature of the night. The attack was over quite quickly, from what Margot could remember. Julianne was the first to be jumped, her shrieks prompting an attempted rescue from her twin, only for Maria to be struck down too. Will and Christiana told the remaining children to scatter while they ran to the aid of their daughters, but Margot didn't make it very far before the screams behind her died out. After a brief flash of pain, Margot died too.

It didn't take long after waking up in the dead of night to realise several things in quick succession: One, her family was dead. Their corpses were either strewn across the street with hers, or were missing completely. Two, her attacker had not been human. With the strength and speed required to take down eight people in seconds, they had to have been something otherwordly. Three: Her attacker was a vampire. How did she know this? Because now she was one as well. Tanned skin now pallid and cold, dull teeth now sharp enough to tear flesh like butter, and a whole new world that was once silence now unleashed on all five of her senses. With these realisations, Margot came to a decision. She couldn't go to the authorities, not like this. By dawn's first light she had retreated back to the family hotel room, cleaning herself up and scavenging whatever money she could find. By the next evening, she had made her way to the nearest dock, deciding that a boat would be easier to sneak onto than a plane. She had to get back to London somehow, without avoiding questions. Her parents would understand, and they'd keep her in hiding, for sure.

As she stumbled across a lone stowaway, hoping to get to London like her, Margot discovered the news from him. Not all of her family had died. He recounted the story that the three youngest cousins had fled to safety, and Julianne was revived at the scene once police had been notified. However, her Uncle was still dead, and four were classed as missing - her aunt, the two eldest cousins, and Margot. It was wonderful news to hear some of her family had escaped her fate, but she couldn't risk going to the authorities yet, not with what she was. She instead remained with the stowaway, who promised he'd help her get to London as it was her first time "catching a ride", as he called it. Finding a cargo ship bound for Britain, the pair snuck into the cramped lower decks, and began their ten day journey. It seemed like it would be easy, but as the days ticked by, a gnawing hunger grew in Margot's stomach. No amount of food could sate it, and she found herself laying awake at night, trying to ignore the thumping heartbeat of the man who helped her. By day four it became too much to bare. Day ten the cargo ship arrived at it's destination, Margot fleeing the ship before it docked, and leaving behind the torn apart corpse of the stowaway.

She had hoped to slip away in the darkness and make her way home, but as she fled through London and neared the familiar boroughs of Edgetoun, she realised she was being followed. Not by humans, but by things like her. Her mind was a mess of panic and fear, and as she found herself blocked off in an alleyway, wondered if now she was truly going to die. When the even scarier Russian guy showed up, she was ready to meet her maker, only for him to tell the other two to scram and actually being nice to her. Before she knew it she'd been given clean clothes, a place to work, an introduction to a collection of vampires who could help her out, and even a comfy sofa for her to sleep on until she got on her own feet by Nicodem. Things definitely back to look up after this chance encounter with the ancient vampire - she met her "guardian angel" Aoife who welcomed her into her home so she didn't have to sofa-surf all the time, and a few months after that she discovered in the news that her parents had adopted the now orphaned cousins in her family and moved away to America for a fresh start. She could begin to shake off the remnants of her old shattered life, and even took up a new name - Stefani - in order to move on. All that's left now is to remake herself, starting with controlling her bloodlust. After that, maybe finding out who exactly did this to her, and what their motives were in murdering a child.

The Slye Fox
After Nicodem kindly let her have a job here, Stef spends quite a lot of time working in the kitchens. It's a safe, human-free place for her to relax, keep her mind occupied, and even earn some money to help out at home. She also likes to hang around in the front too, especially at nighttime when there are less humans about. It's kinda fun, being amongst all different kinds of creatures.

Edgetoun Museum of Art
When not painting herself, Stef likes to browse other people's art, either to admire and or examine the work to see if they've used an interesting technique that she'd like to try out as well. There are also variants of art styles found at the local museum, and after having spent so much time on landscapes, Stef is looking to branch out and looks for inspiration.

Prospect Park
It's generally abandoned, and is a nice place for to walk or run when she has pent up energy or just wants some time to herself without risking the harm of anyone. While she's getting better, slowly but surely, at controlling her bloodlust, sometimes Stef just needs some fresh air without holding herself back around others.

Mother: Alicia Whitewood.
Father: Michael Whitewood.
Uncle: William Whitewood. Dead.
Aunt: Christiana Whitewood. Missing, presumed dead.

Cousins:
Caleb Whitewood: Male. 21. Missing, presumed dead.
Julianne Whitewood: Female. 19. Alive.
Maria Whitewood: Female. 19. Missing, presumed dead.
Zachary Whitewood: Male. 16. Alive.
Leah Whitewood: Female. 14. Alive.
Darren Whitewood: Male. 12. Alive.

Nicolas Black

39

Detective Inspector with Edgetoun Police.

Nick was only running solo for a few weeks before Zephyrus Accord found him and invited him to join them. He's been running with the pack for a good ten years now, and has risen to the rank of Beta.

Before his change, Nick was an easy-going individual. Although still quite irritable, he retained good humour, an active social life, and plenty of positivity about the future. However, post-biting, he became a far darker individual. Nick lost his empathy for many, the small amount he retains goes towards the victims he deals with in his work... and even then, it’s not all that obvious at times. It’s easier for him to block off his emotions and act cynically or callously towards everything, rather than actually risk his feelings by caring too much about someone. Being emotionally distant is easier sometimes, even if it hurts other people's feelings. However, his trust in others hasn't completely dissolved, nor has his hope for the future. Among friends he becomes far more warm, and although his humour remains dark and his outlook pessimistic, he'll still stand by as a loyal and steadfast friend. Perhaps a side-effect of his pack mentality, but even within the Accord he only fully trusts a scant few.

Another side effect of his biting has been that of his temper. He had always been a bit short-tempered, but now when he loses it, his animalistic side will make itself known. As far as he knows he's never hurt anyone thanks to his temper or werewolf side yet, but it's a constant worry for the man. Especially when it comes to keeping his condition secret.

Even when he was just a young lad growing up in Scotland, Nick had been seen as an idealist. Someone who had bright hopes for the future, no matter how ridiculous or fat-fetched it seemed. In the fairly deprived area he grew up in, his family and friends scoffed at the idea of him becoming a copper and turning their neighbourhood around single-handedly. Of course, they were quite correct - he couldn't even find a job in his hometown once graduating University, let alone become their policing champion. Still, he wasn't deterred, instead finding a posting down south in London, close to where he'd studied for his degree. The area was crime ridden, and could use all the help it could get. Edgetoun seemed perfect. So perfect in fact, that he met the love of his life there.

Saoirse had lived in Edgetoun just a few years more than he had, and when they met for the first time, it didn't take long for them to start dating. Even more time after that, Nick popped the question and she accepted. His brother said that he was rushing things, but Nick was completely head over heels for the girl. He didn't even question that she vanished once a month either, but of course, this was long before the days of Nick Bloodfang. He has nothing to suspect, not even when she hurriedly plucked him out of work one day for a "surprise holiday". She looked frazzled, as if someone were chasing her, but Nick put it down to nerves over her work or something. He was totally oblivious, just happy to spend a few days at the Cornish beaches with his love.

The night after they arrived was a full moon, but Saoirse hadn't been caught unawares. She was a lone wolf, who had bright ideas of forming her own pack one day. Edgetoun was just the worst place possible to do so, with Bisclavret running around. Skipping town with who she intended to be her very first member and Beta wolf. All she had to do was bite him... but she hadn't been a Werewolf for very long herself, and had not learnt how to fully control herself in her wolf form. Nick watched her shift at their modest camp perched atop a cliffside, but didn't get very far before she descended upon him, unable to control the thrill of the hunt running through her veins and barely holding back. Whether she finally got a hold of herself or was scared off by somebody else, Nick didn't know. He just awoke in the nearest hospital some days later, littered in deep claw marks and bites and police searching for "missing" fiance.

He had discharged himself earlier than was healthy for him, but the Doctor's couldn't persuade him to remain any longer. Not with Saoirse out there, and the familiar ground of Edgetoun that he would feel so much safer in beckoning. It turns out that this was the entirely right move - it didn't take very long after his very first change under a full moon for a group to approach him. Other Werewolves like himself, only this time, they were a pack. Some could shift whenever they wanted, and others could control themselves in their wolf form. But more than anything, they were good people, hopeful for a cure for the disease that affected them all. The actions of his fiance had shaken Nick's trust in others completely, but seeing no other choice, he accepted their help and joined the Zephyrus Accord.

That was ten years ago now, and Nick hasn't really changed all that much. The benefits of being in a pack - especially now, as a Beta - far outweigh the negatives, but the constant skirmishes with Bisclavret are equal parts tiresome as they are frightening. His trust in others is still shaky, barring the few friends he is loyal too, and he's lost the happy-go-lucky idealism that affected him so much as a kid. There's been no sign of Saoirse in the past decade, and he considers her good riddance. For now, Nick does as his Alpha tells him in the pack, and keeps his head down and does his job as a DC; trying to help out "in-the-closet" Supes he may encounter in the line of duty because he knows the desire to remain hidden from humans. Over the years he's learnt how to shift into wolf form without the aid of a full moon, and retain his free-will because of it. Unfortunately, when the moon does come around, it has retained full control over him. Until he learns control, Nick locks himself up in an abandoned hospital a few miles outside of Edgetoun every full moon, ensuring that he isn't around any innocents to harm.

Edgetoun Police Station
Even when not clocked in, Nick can often be found in his office here, poring over open cases and doing various errands for the others in the building. It gets the work done, and beats going home alone every night.

The Watering Hole
Although known for it's depressing atmosphere, Nick prefers it to the other, more bustling pubs in town. Most of the time his foul mood matches up with the other people drinking there, but he generally keeps himself to himself.

Rosemary Heights Sanitorium
A dilapidated and well abandoned building now, Rosemary Heights was once home to many several decades ago during the outbreak of Consumption. Nowadays it is known for being haunted, but the ghosts don't bother Nick, if they're really present. The isolated basements in the abandoned hospital work well to keep him locked up and safe while turning on a Full Moon. He also practices his turning here, and it's where he developed the ability to turn whenever he pleases. Thrill-Seekers and those interested in the macabre may tread here also, hoping to catch a glimpse of the past in it's rotting halls.

Brother: Robert Black
Epsilon Friend from Zephyrus Accord: Aidan

Theodor "Theo" Minea

35 (1026)

As time has gone by, Theo has kept his fingers in many different pies under his self-made company "Master of None". The owner of several small, but lucrative businesses that are founded in Edgetoun, he exports various goods across the country. His most prolific one currently has been the production and selling of wine. Although many of the bulk exports are newly made, he keeps a few "collector editions" for private consumption and sales. While he's outlived all of his wines, some of them have a hefty date on them.

Methuselah Court
Theo wasn't in Britain for very long before he heard the whispers of this group amongst the other Vampires in town. At first he had no intention to join them, after having just relinquished himself from his sire and having a preference to remain Independent. However, as time ticked on, Theo realised that perhaps they were useful - and powerful - allies to have. He approached them at some point in the early 1900's, and once his date of birth was authenticated, was welcomed among their folds. As of now he holds no important position amongst them, but he's also no longer a pawn. It'll be interesting to see which path the Court takes, and Theo wonders if it's a path he'll have to wander from eventually.

As the years ticked by, Theo developed from a fairly common peasant-come-soldier to a rather sophisticated being; one who had learnt from many lessons over the centuries, and intends to apply such knowledge in the present. For one, he has truly learnt the value of the phrase "Patience is a Virtue". He'd never been patient as a human, but after being stuck at the side of his needy Sire for so very long, Theo has learnt how to wait and bide his time in order to get what he wants. His intelligence has also grown from when he was human who couldn't even read. While he has amassed plenty of knowledge over the years, his true skill lies in his decision making. Calculating and cunning, Theo knows how to find people's strings in order to pull them at just the right time. While such actions can come under the guise of charm and charisma, more often than not he'll go down the ruthless route. Intimidation works quicker than wooing.

On the other hand, there are certain aspects of his personality that are his downfall. No matter how rational and suave he appears to be, Theo has great problems in trusting others. A very self-serving individual, he will not give out his allegiance or loyalty very quickly, and is hesitant to offer promises to others. While he may join a cause or group and do their bidding for a time, he has no interest in losing anything because of their actions. He's never found a cause to fight for, even when he still alive. Although he likes to pin his loneliness over the past few centuries on achieving independence from his sire, his self-serving attitude is a far more likely suspect to blame. In addition to this, he is a very unforgiving person. He is known for holding grudges, despite his better judgement and how that may affect his business or his personal life. If somebody wrongs him, he'll never forget it.

Born to Vlach peasants in 994, in the region that would come to be known as Romania, Theodor lived a fairly standard life for the time. Losing several family members to illnesses that are completely curable with modern medicine, and working the fields as a young lad until he was tall and strong enough to be pushed in the army. He never quite developed the glory or pride of fighting for one's country - he simply followed the order of whoever paid his wage along with his fellows and tried not to die. Another man could have usurped his ruler and he would not have known, or cared. All that mattered was survival.

And so he did - long enough in fact to marry a woman to bear him children. While he cannot recall now as to whether he loved her or not, there were plenty of fond memories in their modest household. His survival in the army had brought with it ascension through the ranks, which meant he could afford a better house for his growing brood. Unfortunately for Theo, this domestic bliss didn't last forever, and was torn away with his untimely death. Much to his embarrassment, his death and subsequent resurrection as a vampire didn't come with a glorious death on the battlefield, nor even succumbing to injuries after saving his brethren. One night at the local tavern with his fellow soldiers ended in an ugly manner, after he looked the wrong way at the wrong group of men. A fistfight eventually broke out and spilled onto the streets, but rather than each side walking away to lick their wounds, one of Theo's men drew out a dagger and plunged it into the throat of his assailant. From thereon, it was a bloodbath.

It was a stupid mistake that cost him the lives of his friends, and would have cost him his as well were it not for the beautiful stranger who appeared that night. Slaughtering his attackers, she fed him her blood and turned him there and then. He may have survived despite his injuries, but it would seem she had taken a liking to the man. Having followed him home from one of his battles, she watched from afar, and waited for the right moment to pluck him for herself.

From there he was forced to abandon his family, leaving his wife and children behind out of fear that his sire would grow jealous of his bond with them. Over the centuries he has looked in on his descendants from time to time, pulling them out of stupid scenarios that he himself fell into so long ago, and saving their lives from various accidents. It came to become something of a legend in his family, that a guardian angel watched over them. While he hardly considers himself an angel, he would have no harm come to those of his bloodline.

Having left his sire behind somewhere in Spain in the 1700's, Theo has spent the last two centuries reconstituting himself in Britain; building and managing various companies to ensure that he could live comfortably without having too much of his time taken up by his endeavours. Although living a a financially secure lifestyle, Theo is always on the lookout for more. More power, more friends... perhaps even another family. Despite his over-bearing sire finally leaving him alone these past 300 years, he still has yet to formulate close relationships with others.

The Slye Fox
There's something charming about the old English pub, alongside those that inhabit it. Theo has always preferred the peace of such places over the constant cacophony found in the clubs that his brethren so often visit. He's not beyond setting foot into such establishments, but finds solace in The Slye Fox whenever it is needed.

The Crypt Cafe
Ever since discovering his first taste of coffee in the last 18th century, Theo has developed a craving for the stuff. He has come to enjoy the atmosphere of this particular cafe, and can usually be found here having his morning (or afternoon) espresso with a book or newspaper.

Master of None
His business headquarters for the past two centuries, this is usually where Theo manages his company. On the ground floor one can find a public bar; quite high class, and known for hosting lavish parties and wine tastings. It's typically popular amongst vampires, though he'll welcome any creature through his doors, as long as they can afford it.

Sire: Rowena
Most Recent Descendent: Mathias Bouchard

Doctor Zoey Alston

32

After several years of hard training, Zoey has been a licensed Forensic Pathologist for the past two and a half years now at Edgetoun's Coroner's Court. In her spare time she makes her own investigations into the bodies that come through her door. She can't explain her visions to the police without receiving a witch hunt, so she follows her psychic leads by herself.

After the true discovery of her powers at the age of 15, Zoey was taken under the wing of her Aunt who introduced her to the Mutandum Coven. Zoey appreciates the help they give, but tries not to get involved in the witch politics going on. She also has no desire to branch out into other areas of magic, much to the ire of her Aunt.

Ever since her power manifested itself all those years ago, Zoey has grown far more compassionate about the world around her. Seeing and feeling those people die and not doing anything to help has taken it's toll on the woman's empathy, and is a large part of why she's chosen her career, and does her private investigations on the side. However, some of that can definitely be a direct cause of her curiosity, or perhaps even nosiness, depending on who you ask. She's always loved a good mystery, and embroiling herself into ones involving the supernatural of Edgetoun is piquing her interest every day.

While she's fully aware of the dangers of doing what she does - not just the possibility of perverting the cause of justice in the eyes of police, or even pissing off the wrong Vampire or Demon, but that she could be outed as a supernatural creature herself - Zoey has always been a careless soul. Personal safety isn't always high on her list, and after a lifetime of clumsiness and adventure sports, she isn't about to give up the thrill of the chase now, especially when she relies on her sharp tongue and wit to get her out of trouble so much. Although stubborn as a mule when it comes to herself, she may hold herself back if the safety of others comes into concern. Her protective nature prevents her from harming other people, even by omission. Her patients may be dead, but she still has a Hippocratic Oath to uphold as a Doctor.

Mr and Mrs Alston knew that their daughter was quite strange ever since she was a toddler. Even before she could talk properly, it was like she knew things would happen. Having temper tantrums on the pavement right before her parents were to cross with her pram, causing them to stop and a car running a red light hurtling right past where they would have been otherwise. Somehow toddling off and reaching a fire alarm in a busy shopping center to pull it and cause an evacuation, only for an investigation to discover a dangerous gas leak. Even something as simple as her pulling a face and knocking a carton of fruit to the floor, for a venomous spider to scuttle away from inside of it and be shooed out of the house by her mother and a broom. Little things, but when all added up, very strange. However, her parents didn't know what to make of it, and simply chose to accept each occasion as it came. Even as they readied themselves to move homes from Australia to Britain for work, they eyed her daily, wondering if the then 10 year old girl would suddenly have a premonition of a downed flight or destruction of London. Nothing came, and so they made their move, taking their children with them quite happily, and never truly talking about these occurrences with their daughter. Still, it wasn't as if she hadn't eventually noticed herself.

Zoey had always been aware of her strange predictions coming true, but had never chalked it up to anything serious. They were odd little subconscious feelings, things she couldn't control or define beyond her gut telling her something. It was a strange little party trick of hers that she quite liked... until her first true vision, that is - and it wasn't a pleasant experience. A splitting headache paired with flitting, unclear images that seemed to last forever. By the time it was over she was pale and shaking, head still pounding away, and she had no idea what had really happened. The rational side of her explained it away as a migraine, brought on by the stress of GCSE exams. But she couldn't shake the images she had witnessed, nor the excruciating pain that had come with it. Her best friend Darrell - walking the seemingly quiet streets at night only for her to be hit by a car, thrown several feet before coming to a dead stop on the tarmac. But it was just a dream, and not wanting to freak her friend out, Zoey tried to forget about it, not contacting Darrell. The next morning, she had almost forgotten about her vision, until her pale-faced mother broke the news as gently as possible: Darrell had died last night, after being a victim of a hit and run accident. Zoey was dumbstruck, but anyone around her simply explained it away with grief. But she had felt the pain Darrell had felt with her vision; the impact of the car, her head cracking against the windshield and the absolute terror of the whole incident before hitting the ground with a crunch and the world turning black. Zoey had both seen and felt Darrell's death, but didn't do a thing to stop it, even though she could have with a simple phone call. From there, a deep guilt set in her heart, blaming herself for not having done something for poor Darrell. The only thing she could do was go to a payphone and put in an anonymous call to the police, giving them the type and number-plate of the car that had committed the offence, as the image was burned into her mind. The police caught the guy, and he was sent away for a long time - but Zoey decided that next time she had a vision, she wouldn't be so inactive.

To her surprise, a family member would make things a lot easier for her in terms of her visions. Her Mother's Sister, Aunt Helena, came to visit one day when the rest of Zoey's family was out. It turned out that this was no accident - Helena somehow knew of Zoey's visions, and was there to explain to her the family history. Lots of witches and magic, sometimes skips a generation, you've got great power and potential, blah blah blah. Although she was generally a sceptical person, Zoey hadn't been able to explain her visions. Nor could explain her Aunt's demonstration of magic powers in the living room when she set the sofa on fire, only for it to disappear and be good as new afterwards. It was here that Zoey was first introduced to the Mutandum Coven, in order to better understand and control her visions. However, this part of her life wasn't about to stop her from doing what she truly wanted to do in order to help others.

At first, she had hoped to be a Doctor for the living. One who could save lives on the operating table, and make up for the lives lost in her past. But she quickly discovered that there were some people who just couldn't be saved, no matter how hard the Doctor worked. The dead would pile up in her mind, so she turned to a profession where the dead couldn't weigh on her guilty conscience. Not when they came to her as a cadaver, and not as a patient. While still studying her preliminary degree in medicine, she made a beeline for Forensic Pathology as early as she could. Although those who died in her presence as a resident still hurt, she knew she had something to look forward to. Saving lives retroactively, by investigating corpses and ensuring that whatever killed them didn't do it again. As she came to quickly realise upon the very first touch of a dead body, the visions that had plagued her for so long could aid her in this job. Accidentally brushing her bare wrist against the cold skin of a recently deceased patient, she experienced yet another vision. In a room full of Doctors and nurses, she blamed her collapse on hypotension in order to keep them satisfied - but she had seen something. Not the future, but the patient's past. Only glimpses, but she realised that if she could see their last moments, then she could solve crimes even if the police couldn't in the future.

Since then, that has been Zoey's main goal. Acquiring a fellowship and then acing the board exam of Pathology, she was now able to get a job as a fully practising Forensic Pathologist. Of course, this meant working under those who would do the actual autopsies for a while before she even got close to doing the work herself, but she could still sneak touches of their flesh to help find what ailed them. Sometimes it was suicide, sometimes just a mysterious death caused by a strange illness. But there were murders too, some of them not even human ones. Now the lead Doctor at Edgetoun Coroner's Court, Zoey undertakes investigations from the police, alongside private inquiries in regards to life insurance claims, families refusing to believe their loved died from whatever was first ruled, and those few mysterious "animal mauling" victims that never quite recovered. Bodies ripped apart, drained of blood, or simply just dying for absolutely no medical reason... Zoey knew about the world of the supernatural long before Nick Bloodfang, and it's never stopped her in her need to help her "patients".

Edgetoun Coroner's Court
While the nearby hospital has a licensed autopsy room for interest autopsies, those suspicious deaths involving the CPS have to be located elsewhere. This is where Zoey has her bodies transported for her to probe, aiming to find cause of death and other forensic evidence for police investigations. She and her co-workers call it "The Cutting Room" when speaking unprofessionally.

Ace of Spades
When chasing down a lead on one of her investigations, Zoey often finds herself here. Either to connect the dots to another place, or to find an individual inside willing to give her tips of information. She understands her busy-body nature might get her into trouble at such a Vampire-heavy place, but despite her better judgement, she enjoys the atmosphere and drinks here.

Edgetoun University
After having studied for her MD here, Zoey often comes back to chat with old Professors, visit the library, or even give talks to medical students about Forensic Pathology to see if they'd be interested in going down that avenue. She's recently been thinking about pursuing a Professorship, though she has a while before she get far enough to achieve that.

Mother: Cassandra Kitchener
Father: Henry Alston
Brother: Joel Alston
Aunt: Helena Kitchener
Lead Pathologist & Mentor: Professor Jaime Carlisle

Ryleigh Philomena Raine

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For someone that seems to revel in a bit of laziness, Ryleigh has quite the eye for fashion and outfits - though much of that has to do with her job. When she started, she wore dresses or whatever the producers told her to but over time she started wearing accessories - hats, bracelets, gaudy jewelry - all to see what she could get away with, and that became shirts with odd sayings, eccentric outfits, or even costumes. Of course, that's just her work attire. When she's back home and being casual, more often than not she's got simple, comfortable clothing - though she loves a good vest or a jacket.

Ryleigh doesn't like to draw attention to some of her more natural features, even though her face and the low cut dress she had been wearing at the time were how she got her job in the first place. Her hair is a dark brown, medium length with a bit of curl to it, and she always makes sure it stays out of her eyes unless she needs to do a hair-flip to get a free drink or conversation at a bar. Raine, as she prefers to be called, is 5'7" and has a figure that her unfortunate sleaze of a boss once described as 'vivacious, or in other words something people wanna sleep with' which Raine attributes to her mother.

She has a birthmark on her left arm that looks like a discoloration of skin but she doesn't see the point in trying to conceal it. Her eyes are a forest green, which is absolutely from her mother's side of the family. Her most notable feature, if she had to say, would either be her lips which are rather full and perfect for pouting, or her voice which has a sweet husk to it, which makes her weather reciting all the more palatable to the ears. Though she has a measured and specific diet, she has a fondness for snack foods which has made some of the outfits she wore at the start of her job fit a bit more snug these days.

Edgetoun's own 'Raine or Shine' weather forecaster. Those that still watch the morning news to get their information and weather are treated to Ryleigh's daily segment wherein the daily forecast is given with a bright smile and a bit of back and forth banter with the anchors. Her forecasts are shockingly accurate which have had some humorous comments suggesting that she is "the most honest woman in the news". Ryleigh would certainly not mind being a full on news anchor, but she makes the weather memorable which is a hell of a task by itself.

The meteorologist gig pays her half of the rent but Ryleigh wouldn't mind a change in career. So long as it didn't interfere with her more magical pursuits.

Mutandum Coven. Raine, as she prefers to be called, is a legacy. The women in her family have been witches and she was no exception. Half the reason why her predictions in meteorology are so accurate is because of magic - not that she is powerful enough to impact the weather - but she is a bit in tune with nature and the elements enough that she can get a feel for them. One of the members of her family tree has the family name on some books of witchcraft and Raine is basically a disappointment as she doesn't have much interest in expanding witchcraft beyond what's there. It's worked for centuries, why change it.

If meteorology didn't pan out there are some who say Raine could've been a comedian; while she certainly appreciates the comment she's not exactly sure she'd agree. While it's true she has quite the sense of humor, hers is more sarcastic which doesn't lend itself well to the stand up nature. She is never one to miss a chance to inject a quick line or comment which both makes Raine the person to see when in need of cheering up and also someone that can likely make a bad day worse given that her brand of humor makes her seem a bit lacking in empathy and tact; it isn't that she lacks those, just that in her mind there are few things that can't be made better with
good bit of banter - that she respects it when people turn the gun on her with the jokes shows that she can take as well as she can dish. There's a charisma about her, which is to be expected given she is in front of a camera every weekday, but even the most charismatic person in the world would amount to little if no one wanted to listen to them; fortunately Raine is sociable, even if it's nothing more than talking about the weather with the clerk at the register.

Despite Raine's profession being what some could call successful, Raine sees it differently. Raine has a habit of settling out of habit or because in her mind a single failure or bad experience is reason enough to stop trying. It's why she doesn't even have a driving license because her first time behind the wheel she drove the car into a row of post boxes. She never wanted to be a meteorologist but she settled for it; a string of bad dates is why she's eternally single, that she's managed to have a room mate that she gets along with is damn near like finding a unicorn. She does have goals and ambitions, just without any of the motivation or drive to achieve them unless they could be done with as little effort as possible. She'd likely be a much more proficient witch if she didn't stop keeping up with her studies after striking out on her own. Also not that it matters, but she's a pescatarian; it amazes her that she didn't quit the lifestyle because of a bad sear on an ahi tuna once.

Ryleigh Raine, but just call her Raine, is not the ideal when it comes to a witch - and especially when it comes to a witch in the Mutandum Coven. Though her family has legacy status dating back to near the inception of the coven, at some point the Raine Women became a bit eccentric and less introspective and knowledge pursuing; like the distant relative at the family reunion, so too were the Raine Women of Mutandum. The apple didn't fall terribly far from the tree though Raine's mother was never around. A wild child, Ryleigh's mother fell hard, fast, and loose with the wrong sort. A wild night wound up with a permanent reminder and almost as soon as Ryleigh was out of the newborn ward, she was on the doorstep of her grandmother, Philomena, while her mother went off to chase the love she left behind for nine months. Philomena was unlike the other Raine Women in that she was more in line with how Mutandum seemed to operate. Serious about the craft, intelligent, and her herbal remedies and alchemical mixtures were top of the line - Philomena was always reliable for the best cup of tea.

Ryleigh's upbringing was normal to her own eyes but when you're raised by a witch who specialized in magical tonics and botany, it's hard to get a sense for normal. It wasn't until Ryleigh was eight that she learned that the house pet, a fox, was actually a Familiar and from there it was nights pouring over books and learning the difference between a rune and a ward. Ryleigh found it all a bit overwhelming - she struggled with math how was she supposed to remember spells and the like - but for as loving a family member as Philomena was, she was still a serious witch and student of witchcraft and made sure that her granddaughter would at least know how to conjure and cast properly. Ryleigh's witch upbringing at least made her a bit of a hit at school; while she didn't blow the cover, she did find that doing little fortunes for her classmates was a fun way to interact and mingle. Fortunes did so come with plausible deniability.

Maturing into adulthood, Ryleigh attended university but dropped out near the end of her Freshman year. The records might suggest she flunked out, but it wasn't her fault that she had classes at eight in the morning because she registered late. After her college stint she moved back in with her grandmother. Where before there was an ideal witch, if a bit stern, there was now someone that was out of sorts, saying things that made little sense, and not at all like the grandmother Ryleigh had come to know and respect and love.

Dementia hit the elderly witch hard.

Ryleigh had little choice. She had Philomena admitted to a care facility and Ryleigh had to sell the house. What didn't go into the care facility as a payment she used to find an apartment. It wasn't easy finding a job for someone with only 'some' college on their CV, but fortunately she didn't have to actually know anything about meteorology to read the weather and a chance run-in at a bar wound up introducing the young Raine to a producer. Raine had a look that was perfect and a voice for it, and after initial test reads she was hired. The interest in nature and weather came after. Like grandmother, like granddaughter as Ryleigh found herself using her witchcraft knowledge to enhance her forecasts. It's easy to be right about the weather when she can commune with the air or see it in nature.

Perhaps one day Ryleigh Raine might fulfill a role as a Green Witch, but for now you can see her every weekday just before sports.

The Slye Fox: Raine is a fan of a a good drink but she isn't much for nightclubs or dives. The Fox provides a decent atmosphere for a pint as well as a clientele who wouldn't know her from Sally.

Evermore Flowers: Even when she isn't purchasing items for different alchemical needs, it's hard to beat Evermore when a bouquet of something sweet and scented is necessary.

Richmond's: She's yet to find a place that does a salmon as great as this.

Philomena Raine, her grandmother who looked after her in the absence of Raine's mother. A charming woman, once you get past the constant scent of lavender.

Karen Scaletti

35

In a crowd, Karen wouldn't stand out at all unless someone was looking for the most nondescript person at a glance. She'd be the first to list off her perceived physical shortcomings - starting at the top with her messy, moppy, shaggy brown hair that can only ever seem to stay straight when she cuts it shorter than it already is, and her puffy, squirrel-like cheeks which go in hand with her rounded, soft face. The most remarkable thing about her face are her eyes which are quite expressive and wide in that doe-eyed sort of way. Even though she's half way to forty, Karen still has the facial expressions of a woman half her age, which she hopes is effective in reaching towards the troubled students she sees on a regular basis.

Physically she leans to the lanky side of things, standing at roughly 5'6" with a boyish build (naturally she was teased about this through her own educational history) and next to nothing in the way of curves. She's healthily slender thanks to her metabolism which is appropriate given that she makes frequent trips to the school vending machines; prawn cocktail crisps are kryptonite. Her day-to-day attire is a more dress down sort of affair. Sweaters and jeans on most days to really hammer home the 'school mom' sort of vibe. She's not trying to gussy herself up at work, though when she does go out at night with the hopes of maybe finding someone that can actually make her smile, she's been known to wear more formal, flirty attire.

Crowley High's own guidance counselor. It's her job to provide a safe, comforting, atmosphere for students who wish to confide and discuss their issues. Word around the school is she would have liked to be the principal but she's been at her position for almost ten years now. Love her or find her annoying, she does provide a means for the students to vent to someone who will listen. In addition to her being the school guidance counselor she also attends PTA meetings and school-sanctioned events.

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It comes as little surprise that Karen is a somewhat selfless individual. She always makes time for students that make the effort to see her even if that means having to stay late; if she notices or hears about a student that is troubled she will make the effort to reach out and try to help. Some may find her overly friendly 'call me Karen' type of vibe to be off putting - like when adverts do tone deaf marketing to appeal to 'the kids' - but when she offers to use 'the puppets' or 'the guitar' to help with a session, it's not because she's quirky and weird (not EXCLUSIVELY) but because she's found that when students can't connect to people, they can find it easier to talk to a puppet or the like. Outside of school, Karen is quite the romantic. A fan of romance movies, dramas to romcoms, and of trashy (and classy) literature, Karen still believes that there's someone out there for her. Someone with that 'lipstick lesbian' look who is into quirky 'soft butch' types like herself. Granted as she approaches forty she's coming to terms with the fact that she'll probably be waiting for her Princess Charming forever but it's nice to be optimistic.

Karen has suffered from depression and still feels some of the lingering effects. Optimism is all well and good, but when she returns home to an apartment with two cats it's kind of hard to feel anything but cliche. It used to be worse, to the point where she wears long sleeves for a very specific reason, and she believes herself to be better now, but at times its hard to keep on smiling, especially when it feels like her efforts go to waste and some of her students are just humoring her. While expressive, Karen isn't overtly emotional. She doesn't let her emotions take control in public - save for crying at sad movies or turning into a babbling mess when talking to someone she's attracted to. She is a fairly guarded person and for as much as she extols the virtues of opening up, she doesn't tend to let people in herself. She's far from a mess, but only just, and it's evident that the guidance counselor might need some guidance of her own.

Karen Scaletti refused to just be another victim of the foster care system. After her parents died in a rather unfortunate drunk driving accident, Karen bounced around between various foster homes. She never lived with any one family for long, however, as various acts of...well...god or life - take your pick - kept cropping up. Her first foster family could no longer afford to support a daughter after they both were laid of at their office job. Her second foster family were eventually deemed unfit when Karen discovered some...rather unfortunate and highly illegal images on her foster family computer.

Karen Scaletti seemed to have bad luck when it came to foster homes, and after the fourth failure the orphanage just let her stay until she was old enough to be self sufficient. As such, she had to drop out of school and work two minimum wage part time jobs just to get by. She eventually finished her secondary education albeit later than her peers. While not technically meeting all the requirements - namely a degree - Karen landed the guidance counselor gig on an initially provisional basis because she did pass certification and on the condition that she attend night classes to work towards a counseling degree. It was the biggest break of her life and one she is eternally thankful for. Seven years on she got her degree and still kept the job.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for Karen. Given her rough upbringing and lack of true parental figures and stability in her developmental years, that Karen came out relatively unscathed is a small miracle. Of course, her bouts with depression led to physical scars to make up for the seeming lack of emotional ones. Seeking therapy, one suggested a pet which led to her getting two cats who are, to this day, her closest - and damn near only - friends and confidants.

Karen isn't unhappy even though she clearly would like to be happier, but she still has the tendency to wear fake smiles because there's been little to make her genuinely smile in her life. But she's trying. Lord is she ever trying.

Crowley High: A given, given her occupation. She has her own office which has no fewer than four motivational posters (one for every corner/wall!) and maintains an open door policy as well as all-day office hours. If the door is closed it means she's with another student, but if school is in session then she's available.

Yelena: She's started going there less and less often, but Karen had been a frequent patron in her ever-long pursuit of that illusive thing known as a relationship. Nightclubs aren't typically the best places to find romance but at this point in her life she'd have just been fine not having an empty apartment to come home to.

Grandville: As a fan of non fiction as well as classical literature, it's always a trip when it's Grandville. She found a copy of 'The Remains of the Day' there once and being her second favorite book she had no choice but to buy another copy. Her favorite book is The Poisonwood Bible

Kitty Korner: She went there once or twice on a suggestion from a friend but it was a bit intense.

Raggedy Anne & Haggardly Randi: Her children. Well. Her cats. Raggedy Anne is a British Shorthair while Haggardly Randi is Ragdoll.

To a Fae, Andromeda. To humans, a common nickname is Andi. She enforces a first name basis for patients as well.

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Works as an occupational therapist, with a doctorate in Psychology. Has also done some work in social work and child psychology. She works at Lock & Key Therapy.

Unseelie Fae

Andromeda was born an Unseelie Fae who wanted to become queen one day. She used to practice her high culture tendencies and speak eloquently. But, something changed. Or rather, stagnated. She hasn’t hoped for something in a long time. But this doesn’t necessarily depress her, she just sort of lives with being bored. As a person, Andromeda likes to help people, she’s thoughtful and intelligent. However she absolutely does not care for people who are selfish. She, in fact dislikes most Fae and isn’t overly personal with people themselves. She just doesn’t find most people that interesting. She doesn't find much interesting at all, in fact. She sort of just looks, she hasn't given up the idea of falling in love, finding more passion, reconnecting with her family. She just doesn't have that yet. That being said, she is a very romantic woman, an expert when it comes to coming off as charming and even beautiful when she has to be. Though she tries to not have to be. For all her athleticism, motorcycle driving and spirited-ness she is a sucker for a woman who will take initiative. Perhaps due to her lack of hope right now. Her romantic nature even attributes to her favourite movies, all of which are trashy romances she cries at to even the slightest face twitch from one of the leads. She tends to watch those alone though, she's a sucker for a disaster lesbian - great minds and all.

Andromeda had a strained relationship with her family before leaving Avalon. Since she hasn’t spoken much to them save for the occasional letter. The reason for her focus in child psychology has primarily been because of her time as a child. Her loss of hope and passion and so many positive things felt like a robbery. She wished that she had spoken to someone at the time, and she wanted to help kids talk to someone when she was older - or at least she made that decision when she left Avalon. She can't help but feel tired fairly often, but not in a way that makes her want sleep. Just in a way that makes her feel like she is stuck under grey skies and rainy weather. It's better than Avalon though. She does like to have fun though, Andi often goes out to different attractions that Edgetoun has to offer. Whether that be Friday at the Slye Fox, where the bar fills up with cops or customers as Andi calls them. Or the batting cages. But Andi just feels like she might be missing something. Often times she finds herself looking up at the stars for some kind of sign, in that way she kind of considers herself lost. She decidedly doesn’t think about her own mentality all that much. As a licensed therapist that is something she doesn’t want to overanalyze anything. She has considered starting a session with another therapist herself, but she isn’t ready yet.

Andromeda was a girl best defined as full of aspiration and a want to succeed as a young girl. She was constantly running ahead of her parents on their walks to a hill outside of the small village they lived in named Rionnagburn. The hill was where they would watch for shooting stars, or as her father titled them "angel tears". Andromeda's father was a kind older man who made small trinkets for a living. He was something of an expert with small mechanics and he taught his daughter from the youngest age to believe in dreams, the future, herself most of all. Unfortunately only one of those really stuck. Andromeda, around the age of 250 set out from Avalon. She was still a young adult in the eyes of a Fae, but she had already become disillusioned with Avalon and its inhabitants.

Though it is unclear why or when exactly she lost this spirited nature she commonly cites Rionnagburn itself. She'd say something about how it was the smallest, most quaint pitfall in Avalon. The community was small and not too populated. In fact it was fairly quiet. But the town was not at fault, in reality it was Andromeda's mother. She was hard on her as any parent should be - but she couldn't deal with the notion of having a dreamer for a daughter. She taught her at every turn not to believe in the fantastical notions her father planted in her head. Andromeda wouldn't grow a resentment of her mother, at least not all at once and certainly not consciously. No, it was when her father too her to London for the first time. She was 200 years old and ready to experience another realm, a myriad of possibilities. She met a man who was smelling a small book that told stories of fairies. Stories of the magical, for humans could only dream of the fantastical nature of her world. They had no hand in fantastic things themselves.

It was the realization that everything her father had painted as fantastical and those things her mother had told her not to believe in, they were what she was living. It was irrational at the time, but she moved out only a few decades later, leaving for earth. Her time on Earth has mostly been spent wondering what she should be doing, and perhaps searching in the wrong place. At first she spent a lot of time pursuing education, getting her doctorate of the coming two and a half decades or so. However she was aimless for a great deal of time after that.

She moved to Edgetoun about ten years ago, the love in her life for things and people was mostly gone, but not necessarily the need for such things. She spends her time, as one does, but for the most part she is just enjoying letting time pass in a new place. Even if she is silently waiting for something to happen.

Lock & Key is her place of work, she has an office there which she can often be found. She usually takes patients any time from Monday to Friday. But if there was an urgent situation, she would be open to a weekend session.

The Slye Fox is somewhere she goes, but not too often. She's much more accustomed to buying her own booze.

The Daily Grind is often home to an overtired Andi, working through files on her computer and grabbing a coffee.

Her mother and father haven't been in touch in the past 20 or so years, she hasn't reached out much.

Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman

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If it weren’t for Wolfrik’s gauntly skinny frame, his height might be described as imposing. His mother and her family were not tall people, so Wolf believes that his unknown father is to thank for this gene. Although his sharply defined bone structure and pitch black, messily-styled hair could be referred to as handsome — especially in the alternative community — there is an off-putting aura to Wolfrik that most people can’t quite put their fingers on. With pallid skin and circles under his eyes so dark that it’s a mystery if they’re from eyeliner or exhaustion, it comes as no surprise that the dhampire practically has one foot in the grave. On his best days, Wolfie looks a bit edgy, and on his worst, he is straight up ghastly. This does not deter Wolfrik from making a fashion statement, however. He wears his grim aesthetic well, outfitting himself in a plethora of tattoos — some by his own hand — as well as dark, purposefully worn out clothing with a certain gothic-grunge appeal.

Tattoo Artist — Worked at a shop called Tätowierhandwerk in Düsseldorf, Germany prior to arriving in Edgetoun.

Being fresh to Edgetoun, Wolfrik is currently unaffiliated with any of the local factions, though he is not close-minded to the idea of joining one.

Everything about Wolfrik is unapologetic, from the way that he speaks, to his style choices, and especially his attitude. He inherited his free-spirited nature from his mother, as he was always encouraged to vocalize his emotions while he was growing up. “Use your words.” She had told him, and he hasn’t stopped doing just that since. This behavior has only been magnified by his discovery of who he is, and what it means to be a dhampire. Wolfrik now has something worthwhile to fight for, a greater cause, Other equality… a cure. While he dabbles in his own form of activism, Wolfie has also embraced the “you only live once” lifestyle of his species — including some of the more taboo aspects, like drug use and alcoholism. That said, he hasn’t lost his humanity, it’s one of the few things that he has left of his mother, and it would crush him to relinquish it. No matter how intense the pain gets, he refuses to drink human blood to alleviate it. There are other forms of escape, they might be ugly, but at least they aren’t cannibalistic.

Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, Wolfrik is not a monster. He hopes that he never will be. Wolfie is the type of soul that would give up his umbrella in a rainstorm, take the shirt off his back, or donate the last bit of the food in his cupboards to a person that seemed like they needed more than himself. Years of sitting on the other side of the tattoo artist’s chair has also made him a good listener, he loves hearing other people’s stories, and it often can improve the quality of their tattoos if he truly hears them out. He’s selfless, and he has a hell of a lot of love to give, with very few people left to give it to. Wolfrik breathes his emotional states into his artwork, whether it be in the form of spray paint on brick walls, or the ink under one’s skin, this is his legacy. Without a cure, Wolfrik may not live past the age of 35, but through his living artwork… he can be confident that at least some part of him will.

Born and raised in Düsseldorf, Germany, Wolfrik lived a simple and content life. Although his mother raised him as a single parent on a starving artist’s dime, he wanted for nothing. Having inherited Ilse’s creativity, the refrigerator of the Wasserman household was often plastered with the young boy’s pencil sketches and crayon drawings. His mother would proudly boast to her friends and colleagues about his gifts, fully believing that he would surpass her own artistic abilities one day. He was a talented kid, never very studious, but talented enough to make up for it, at least that was his mother’s hope.

The pair had a bond like none other. While Ilse had a decent sized family in Germany, having a child out of wedlock as a university student had unintentionally distanced her from them. Instead of letting her family’s cruelty depress her, Ilse poured all of her familial love into her only child. Wolfie was her rock just as much as she was his. This made keeping the truth of his heritage hidden from him difficult, and as the years progressed, keeping this secret grew even harder. Unfortunately for the both of them, the time for honesty came in the most brutal of ways.

Wolfrik was sick, but his mother was sicker. His brief, mysterious bouts of pain were nothing in comparison to the way that cancer had tore through her body. Wolfie was seventeen years old when he dropped out of school to support himself and his mother. Ilse hated this choice, but even she could not deny that him picking up work would ensure that the rent and medical bills got paid on time. Isle still struggled with how to admit the secrets she had been keeping from Wolfrik. Thankfully for her, she didn’t have to yet, as the treatments Ilse received were surprisingly effective, and she was soon in remission.

During this time, Wolfrik became established as a tattoo artist. He truly found himself in this profession. He was passionate about art, dedicated to his craft, and — despite his undiagnosed medical condition — he thrived. Although he could have afforded to strike out on his own, Wolf continued to live with his mother. He’d almost lost her once, and he’d be damned if he was going to leave her side. Fate disagreed with this sentiment, however, as Ilse’s cancer returned. She knew her days were numbered this time, so she finally told Wolfrik everything. Ilse admitted that his father was not some meaningless one night stand, as he had been led to believe up until then. His father was a professor at the university where Ilse had studied, whom she had fallen in love with, and his name at the time was Loki Albrecht. He had left town without notice before Ilse could tell him that she was pregnant with his child. It was as if he had died, gone like a ghost in the night, without any way for Ilse to contact him. Loki had broken her heart, he had changed her life, and... he was a vampire.



That last part was the hardest piece of information to swallow. Wolfrik might have attributed her tales to nothing more than the ramblings of a dying woman, if there wasn’t something within him that resonated with this truth. He had to believe her, she was his mother, and there was no other explanation for his condition to date. When Ilse passed away soon after this revelation, it was both a devastation and a relief, for she was only living half a life towards the end. The loss of her broke Wolfrik, but not enough to keep him down forever. Ilse had left him with a drawing and half of a name, and that was all that Wolfrik needed to begin the investigation of his paternity. For years, it was nothing more than dead-end searches and rabbit holes. Wolf discovered the term dhampire, and what it meant for him, but his father remained a mystery. It wasn’t until the mass outing of the Other that Wolfrik got any real leads. It was much easier to find the whereabouts of old vampires named ‘Loki’ with the sudden rise of “Dhampire Meetup” groups online to join and discuss your paternal search with, especially when you have a hand drawn picture of the man to reference. Wolfrik now finds himself with a full name, a one-way plane ticket to Edgetoun, and an indescribable amount of emotions swirling within himself.

Full list to be decided upon Wolfrik’s arrival in Edgetoun. He has researched the local tattoo shops on the internet and has an interest in applying as an artist at STRAIGHT EDGE for the duration of his stay in town, however long that stay may be.

Ilse Wasserman, mother, deceased.
Loki Van Stenberg, father, alive
Monika Linnewerth, ex-girlfriend, alive

Norah Evans.

Sixteen. _{{Died in 1937.}}

Helps new ghosts adjust to life and has become an amateur ghost detective! Who has yet to solve a case in the past twenty years, but she's trying!

Undead Anonymous. Norah is a very active member.

She may be dead, but Norah is definitely not lacking in life! If anything, since her death, Norah has become more ᴠɪᴠᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ and ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ. Despite being of the ghostly kind, Norah thinks its important to live the last of her undead life and maybe she thinks that if she’s animated, she can trick herself into thinking that she still is alive. (It would maybe help if she didn’t know only other ghosts…) On top of her lively behavior, Norah can be decidedly ᴄʜɪʟᴅɪꜱʜ and her ᴍɪꜱᴄʜᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ nature can sometimes lead to other ghosts mistaking her as something akin to a poltergeist on first glance. Her childishness mostly comes to schoolyard insults and sticking out her tongue when she doesn’t get what she wants plus her love for the dramatics. When she’s not stomping away huffily, Norah’s interactions with others are more along the ꜱɴᴀʀᴋy route. Though she’s not a particularly dry or easily annoyed person, Norah likes to show her intelligence through ᴡɪᴛᴛy quips – her ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ remarks are more for a humorous effect than to be particularly biting, however.

Despite having a lively personality and a friendly disposition, Norah is a person that can be hard to like at times. She is of the ʙʟᴜɴᴛ variety which, rather than having her come off as endearingly honest, mostly ends up with her being ᴀʙʀᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ and particularly ᴀɪʀy in regards to important issues. Norah has always been a ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ child, too, and that hasn’t worn off since her passing. She’s the type to spend hours mulling over newfound information and go snooping around to learn more. It can be a bit of an annoyance at times, Norah never really knows when to mind her own business.

It’s a bit of a bummer to realize that Norah has been dead longer than she was ever alive. The ghost hardly remembers what it was like to live, even though she remembers her life before her death.

Norah lived during the 1920s to the 1930s, for sixteen blissful years. If she could describe her life in one word, it would be happy. She lived with her parents and her little sister, Audrey, in a large home bought with her dad’s old money blood. The Evans family was a bit materialistic, yes, but Norah tends to think that their love abounded their wealth in droves. Norah is a bit delusional in that prospect, perhaps; she has been so removed from life that she tends to romanticize that period of her existence. Truth be told, the Evans family was dysfunctional, as most families were at that time. Her naivety while alive obscured the fact that her mother was having affairs and that her father was drinking his pain away. Still, her parents loved her and Audrey which was enough at the time.

Norah wishes she could pinpoint exactly why she died – she knows the how, but the why continuously escapes her grasp. Her death was pointless violence, it seems, a murder without motive. She remembers her death, sometimes can still feel it in this hyper-focus that would have caused her skin to shake if she still had skin. She had been washing her hands in the ladies’ restroom at a restaurant near Crowley High, the school she attended. Norah didn’t think much of it when her classmate had approached her from behind – she was not a victim of bullying and had no personal enemies, and the restaurant was popular enough to run into classmates there, so why should she have been scared? Norah just assumed that Milly Deighton wanted to talk to her about something; perhaps homework due the next day? She didn’t expect for the slightly taller and slightly stronger girl to shove her into the sink she had previously been washing her hands in or for Milly to grasp her at the roots of her hair to push her face under the running water. Still, Norah didn’t fear for her life – thought it was a simple scuffle caused by a misunderstanding, and like hell was she going to let Milly bloody Deighton push her around like nothing. Norah fought back, raking her fingers down Milly’s neck and pushing her knuckles into the delicate bones of her cheek. In return, the Deighton girl pummeled her and from there, Norah can’t remember much of the brawl – it was a mess of her grabbing whatever she could and punching wherever she could, Milly doing the same. At some point, Milly had reached back and grasped something long and blunt.

It wasn’t until Norah flickered to undeath the day after, in a dirty restaurant bathroom of all places, that Norah realized that Milly fucking Deighton bludgeoned her to death. After that, Norah really didn’t know what there was for her to do. She was a ghost who could barely interact with objects and had no one to talk to; she roamed the halls of her previous school, searched Milly’s belongings to find what would have led to her death, destroyed the restauraunt’s bathroom when she couldn’t find a reason for her death. It was a pointless death, something that angered Norah more than the fact that she was killed. Tens years into her ghostly wanderings of the school halls, Norah was taken in by another ghost who showed her the ropes. Eventually, Norah became an active member Undead Anonymous just so she would have something to do.

In the modern day, Norah spends her time haunting the school she used to attend – out of some weird envy that Norah can’t really explain, like if she burns holes into the students with her stare enough they’ll see her and become her living friends. When not haunting the school, Norah is spending time with Undead Anonymous or helping new ghosts. At times, she tries to help the ghosts move on by solving their murders in an attempt to avoid the fact that she hasn’t moved on yet. Her parents have long been dead, too, and the only living relative she has left is her widowed younger sister who Norah had spent twenty years trying to contact before giving up. Norah hates being a ghost – who wouldn’t? – but there’s nothing she can really do about it. There’s a weird sense of need for closure that prevents her from moving on, though Norah doesn’t really know what closure she needs. So, Norah just tries to pass the time as best as she can until maybe something clicks and she moves on.