[hider=Elodie] [color=FFF2D8][CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/Twma2nO.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kbTn1xq.png[/img] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][h3][color=7DB9B6]Basic Information[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Name[/b][/color] | [i]Elodie Ashbourne[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Nickname(s)[/b][/color] | [i]Ellie, Elle-Belle, Snickerdoodle[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Age[/b][/color] | [i]25[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Gender[/b][/color] | [i]Female[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Birthday[/b][/color] | [i]October 13th[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Race[/b][/color] | [i]Vampire (Spawn)[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Rank/Status[/b][/color] | [i]Unclaimed Spawn[/i] [/sub] [center][h3][color=7DB9B6]Appearance[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Height[/b][/color] | [i]5’3[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Build[/b][/color] | [i]Soft and curvy; slight plush hourglass frame[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Eye Color[/b][/color] | [i]Hazel, but red when she's hungry[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Hair Color & Style[/b][/color] | [i]Long strawberry blonde waves, usually half-up in sweet feminine styles[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Skin Tone[/b][/color] | [i]Creamy porcelain with what used to be a rosy flush. She's quite pale now.[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Notable Marks[/b][/color] | [i]Faint scars on her wrists and ankles, subtle bite mark on collarbone, faint branding scar on the back of her shoulder which is a symbol burned in by the traffickers to mark her as property, and small puncture scars on the insides of her arms, evidence of repeated blood draws and magical injections[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Typical Clothing Style[/b][/color] | [i]Oversized sweaters, soft vintage pieces, flowing mini and midi dresses in soft florals, lace, or gingham, puff-sleeved blouses, Mary Jane flats, worn-in ankle boots, knit tights and ruffled socks, hair ribbons, crochet shawls and scarves, etc[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Aura/First Impression[/b][/color] | [i]To humans, Elodie is a breath of warmth in a dark world. It's like stepping into a sunlit café on a rainy day. She’s soft smiles, honeyed laughter, and the comforting scent of cinnamon and clove. But to the supernatural? Something doesn't sit right. Her presence prickles faintly at the edges of instinct, like a melody played slightly off-key. There's nothing overt, just an inexplicable wrongness beneath the sugar-sweet exterior, like something old and wild trying to wear a smile. Talk to her and you'll realize she doesn't even realize it's there.[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Voice[/b][/color] | [i]Her tone is airy and kind, like someone who sings to flowers and speaks in lullabies. But there’s a barely-there quiver when she’s caught off guard, the kind of crackle that comes from someone smiling through their own unraveling.[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [center][h3][color=7DB9B6]Relationships[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Openness to Friendship (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]5[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Openness to Romance (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]3[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Romantic Preferences[/b][/color] | [i]Elodie is drawn to those who seem unshakable, people who carry heavy burdens but still try to do good. She finds quiet comfort in their steadiness, and maybe a little poetry in the way they pretend not to notice her lingering glances. She doesn't flirt to play games; she flirts because she feels too much and doesn’t know what else to do with it. Her heart still bruises easy, so she tucks her feelings behind warm smiles and kind gestures. She finds it intoxicating being the softness in their storm, the gentle contrast to their grit. What she craves most is someone who sees her for what she is, both the sugar and the sorrow, and chooses her anyway. But since her turning, she's terrified of getting too close, afraid her hunger might one day hurt someone she loves.[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Current Romantic Interests[/b][/color] | [i]She may have a bit of a crush on a certain Warden friend, but is hesitant[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]View on Forbidden Relationships[/b][/color] | [i]She sees forbidden romances the same way she sees thunderstorms through a window–dangerous, beautiful, and impossible to look away from. There's something deeply romantic to her about love that defies expectation, especially now that she herself is something that shouldn’t exist. After all, her own life has become one big secret so why shouldn’t love be too?[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Biggest Turn-ons[/b][/color] | [i]Someone brushing hair behind her ear or touching her face softly ✦ Hands–especially skilled or calloused ones ✦ Unexpected wit or teasing that catches her off guard ✦ Passion restrained just long enough to unravel her slowly ✦ Feeling like someone would burn the world to keep her safe[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Biggest Turn-offs[/b][/color] | [i]Being dismissed or talked over ✦ Indifference to human life ✦ Mockery of vulnerability or softness ✦ Being treated like a burden or "broken thing” ✦ Cold, detached flirtation–she needs heart, not a performance[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Known Friends[/b][/color] | [i]Sean Stone[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Known Enemies[/b][/color] | [i]Those that kidnapped her and sold her[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Known Family[/b][/color] | [i]A father she doesn't know. Her mother is deceased, died from cancer when she was 17.[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [/center] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=7DB9B6]Psychology[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Hobbies/Interests[/b][/color] | Baking ✦ Collecting antique tea cups ✦ Mixing and brewing loose leaf tea ✦ Sketching ✦ Singing and humming to herself ✦ Brewing coffee ✦ Reading ✦ Making pressed flower bookmarks • [color=D9A0B0][b]Likes[/b][/color] | Cinnamon in most anything ✦ The sound of rain ✦ Old books with cracked spines and handwritten notes ✦ Tea ✦ Coffee ✦ Baked goods ✦ Chocolate ✦ Sweets • [color=D9A0B0][b]Dislikes[/b][/color] | Supernatural creatures who act like gods among mortals ✦ People who mistake politeness for weakness ✦ The scent of formaldehyde and steel (it lingers from the lab) ✦ Being alone with her thoughts for too long ✦ That some nights, she wants to be a monster ✦ People who put milk in before the tea bag–she’s judging ✦ Blood packs that leak and stain her vintage cardigans ✦ People who don’t return her Tupperware (she knows who you are) • [color=D9A0B0][b]Fears[/b][/color] | Losing control and hurting someone she loves ✦ Being hunted like she’s just another monster ✦ Waking up surrounded by blood and not remembering why ✦ Being locked away again… and used ✦ Falling in love… and being their ruin ✦ That the sweetness she clings to is just pretend • [color=D9A0B0][b]Habits[/b][/color] | Hums lullabies without realizing it ✦ Bakes [I]way[/I] too much when stressed ✦ Uses tea & coffee blends to express emotions (e.g., “Sorry” tea, “Don’t freak out” espresso, “I’m spiraling” blonde roast) ✦ Talks to the pastries while baking, like they’re her emotional support squad ✦ Twirls her hair when she lies (she’s terrible at lying) ✦ Names inanimate objects in her shop–yes, the espresso machine is named Sir Frothington ✦ Instinctively covers her fangs with her hand when laughing too hard ✦ Apologizes to spiders before relocating them • [color=D9A0B0][b]Vices[/b][/color] | Sugar addiction ✦ Daydreaming inappropriate scenarios ✦ Caffeine obsession ✦ Spicy romance novels [/indent] [b][color=7DB9B6]Core Motivation[/color][/b] [indent] Elodie longs to be the warmth someone runs to, not the shadow they flee from. She wants to believe there’s still good in her. That despite the blood on her lips and the storm inside her chest, she can be something soft, something safe. If she can be loved without fear, if she can be someone’s light in the dark, then maybe she hasn’t lost herself entirely. Maybe she’s still worth saving. [/indent] [b][color=7DB9B6]Personality Overview[/color][/b] [indent] Elodie Ashbourne is the kind of girl who smells like cinnamon sugar and chamomile tea. She greets the world with a warm smile, bakes cookies for strangers, and hums old love songs when she thinks no one’s listening. On the surface, she’s the picture of comfort–gentle, nurturing, and sweet in a way that makes people instinctively soften around her. But sweetness doesn’t mean softness, not entirely. Elodie has a quiet, stubborn flame inside her. It's a subtle sass in her wit, a coyness in her smiles, and a surprising boldness when her heart’s on the line. She’ll flirt in honeyed tones and mean it, even if she pretends she doesn’t. Beneath her softness is steel, and beneath that, a storm she doesn’t know how to tame. Since being turned, something darker simmers under her skin. She hides it behind cardigans and kindness, but it bleeds through in flashes. In the way her eyes linger too long on a pulse, in the way her smile falters when she’s hungry, or when she’s scared she might hurt someone she loves. Other supernatural creatures can sense it…that wrongness, that subtle static in the air when she’s near. There’s something off about her, something just… not quite right, even to them. She’s a cinnamon roll, just one that might burn your fingers if you get too close to the center. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [color=FFF2D8] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [b][color=7DB9B6]Background[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Current Occupation[/b][/color] | [i]Owner & Operator of “Honey & Hemlock” – a cozy, whimsical coffee and tea shop[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Level of Schooling[/b][/color] | [i]Culinary certification & a bit of community college[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Past Occupations[/b][/color] | [i]Freelance baker/farmers’ market vendor[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Socioeconomic Status[/b][/color] | [i]Lower middle class[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]History Summary[/b][/color] | [i]Elodie was born to a gentle-hearted florist mother and a father who left when she was only four. Her mother did everything in her power to give Elodie a childhood steeped in love, teaching her to see magic in every bloom and comfort in every cup of tea and coffee. They were close, more like best friends than mother and daughter, and their little apartment always smelled like sugar, soil, and fresh-cut flowers. When her mother passed away from cancer just before Elodie's eighteenth birthday, it left her with a wound that never quite healed. But she pressed on, chasing the dream they once whispered about late at night: opening a coffee and tea shop filled with plants and pastries and love. She worked tirelessly–first as a florist’s assistant, then juggling other jobs–until she finally saved enough to put herself through culinary school and then to open her cafe. It became her sanctuary. And it was there she met Sean. At first, he was just another regular, quiet and unreadable, but she learned his order, greeted him with a smile and a “hot blonde Americana,” slipped him extra pastries, and slowly began trying to warm his edges. But that sweet, sleepy dream she built for herself shattered one cold night. She remembers the scent of pastries still clinging to her sweater, the keys jingling in her hand as she locked up the shop…then arms. A cloth. Darkness. The black market doesn't ask for names. She was cargo. Her captors had sharp smiles and empty eyes, and they sold her to something worse: a vampire obsessed with replicating the effects of Fae blood without the consequences. To that end, he'd caged a Fae and siphoned its magic, conducting brutal experiments on kidnapped humans–testing, tweaking, killing. The magic warped them in subtle, horrifying ways. Most didn’t survive. She still hears their screams in her sleep. She doesn’t know if she was meant to survive. Doesn’t know if she was turned on purpose. She only knows she woke up surrounded by torn limbs and shredded corpses. Woke up to blood coating the walls, magic humming faintly in the air, and the Fae gone. Something in that room had snapped, and if it was her, she doesn’t want to remember. She ran. Staggering and starved, her fangs aching, she stumbled through alleyways, trying to find her way home. The hunger clawed at her until she couldn’t see straight. She begged herself not to do it. But the man turned the corner too fast. He wasn’t even doing anything wrong. She just... couldn’t stop. She drank. And drank. She's too afraid to think about what happened next, just knows she ran from his limp form, sobbing. She finally found her way back to the cafe. That’s where someone found her, Mr. Hot Blonde Americana himself. And he helped her. Now, a year later, she has reopened Honey & Hemlock, hired a few to work the day shift, and often works the new nightshift herself.[/i] [/indent] [/cell] [cell] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tI32Haz.png[/img][/center] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=7DB9B6]Race-Specific Questions[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] [hider=Race info][b][color=7DB9B6]▸ Vampires[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Born or Turned?[/b][/color] | [i]Turned[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Blood Source Preference[/b][/color] | [i]Synthetic blood–though she secretly struggles with temptation toward human blood[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Blood Addiction Risk (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]4[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]View on Fae Blood Ban[/b][/color] | [i]Wise choice, but also a bit terrifying[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Views on Mortals[/b][/color] | [i]Protective, but secretly jealous of them[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Views on Fae[/b][/color] | [i]Afraid, but intrigued[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Views on Lycan[/b][/color] | [i]Neutral, but wary[/i] [/indent][/hider] [/indent] [b][color=7DB9B6]Miscellaneous[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Theme Song[/b][/color] | [i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jw_rFo_bZyM&list=PL1fjHw2enR5urmbSftbH-hdtWZg4pxeAo&index=28]Angels Don’t Cry - Ellise[/url][/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Favorite Food[/b][/color] | [i] Cinnamon rolls, lavender shortbread cookies, sweet coffee with just a drop of blood, & warm synthetic blood with cinnamon syrup[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Favorite Animal(s)[/b][/color] | [i]Calico cats, luna moths, and spiders[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Favorite Music Genre[/b][/color] | [i]Truthfully she likes a little bit of everything, but really loves Disney music and musicals[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Favorite Haunt[/b][/color] | [i]Her coffee shop, Honey & Hemlock, Sundown Diner, Neon Lanes, & Silverleaf Mall[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Signature Weapon[/b][/color] | [i]A disarming smile and a perfectly timed baked good[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Preferred Vices[/b][/color] | [i]Overindulgence in sweets, romantic daydreaming, & synthetic blood spiking[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Pet Peeve[/b][/color] | [i]Anyone who speaks over her, loud chewing or slurping, & being called “fragile”[/i] • [color=D9A0B0][b]Guilty Pleasure[/b][/color] | [i]Wearing pretty nightgowns to bed even though she lives alone, smutty fantasy books…just for the plot, & cuddling up with a blood pack and a scandalous novel like it’s wine and chocolate[/i] [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [/color][/color][/hider]