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The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

@BleedingLover Ooo, I love it, that set up looks very nice! You can go ahead and put him into the char tab

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Meredith Odile

Meredith LaVerne Odile

"Fuck it. I'm about to slay a bitch and it's gonna get messy"

|Nickname|

Nope, she won't answer to a nickname

|Age|

24

|Gender|

Female

|Sexual Orientation|

Bisexual

|Racial Orientation|

French American

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|History|

Meredith doesn't remember much of her childhood as she was left alone from a young age(10) after her father, in a fit of drunken rage, killed her mother and sister, then himself afterwards, leaving her to fend for herself. She grew up on a really small farm in Aix, France; her parents were really poor, barely managing to make it by, just inching their way through the days. Both her and her fraternal twin sister, Annaleise were born witches from their mother's side, but Meredith never discovered this until her early teens, and by that time, she was adopted into another family in America, who happened to be friends with her mother.

At this time, Meredith had convinced herself that she could rely on no one but herself, so she shut people out and refused help from anyone, stressing herself to get stronger, both physically and mentally, which ultimately did good and bad on her. She strives to be a thousand times better than her father ever was, not wanting to end up just barely living life as a shadow, with nothing in her name, so she seeks success every way possible, wanting to prove him wrong.

Years after, she's now been attending Reindale for some time now, though when she first heard about it, it was a coincidence and just the right time, though she was highly skeptical at first, so it definitely took some time for her to really open up to the idea and to believe it. Even after time has passed, she still has a hard time truly accepting it, though she knows it's real.
And although she has the power to contact spirits, she's not once tried to communicate with her sister, believing that those memories are best buried in the past, that it's better to look forward than back.

|Personality|

When it comes down to it, Meredith is easily an introverted individual, preferring to be alone and to herself rather than spending a large amount of time in a big group, though she has no problem interacting and talking to others, especially when she had things on her mind that she needs to get off of her chest. She can seem isolated, but to her, she wants it that way, and cold to strangers, often putting herself at a distance and purposefully making it difficult for others to get her to open up. She is intelligent and quick witted, though she has a rather sharp tongue and the brutal honesty to say what's on her mind, and curse words do often follow with it. Anger and aggression does come easily, especially when she's frustrated or stressed which is a common occurrence since she has the habit of keeping all of her emotions bottled up, only for it to lash out, usually at another person, but it can also be at herself in the form of self hatred and criticism.

She has a naturally determined personality, putting aside many others things in pursuit of a goal, success over happiness without hesitation is her main motto in life, especially since she has an extreme disliking to indecision and hesitation, which can make her leadership skills desirable or, on the other spectrum, reckless. She has a pessimistic outlook on life, though she tries to take into account of others’ views, but if they clash with her own ideals and passions, she has the tendency of getting defensive and upset, believing that her views are her own and there's nothing anyone can do to change that, causing her to be headstrong, but is loyal to her cause. She's daring and not afraid to take risks or to make decisions that are of questionable morals, because she knows that someone's going to have to do it.

But because she tends to drive people away, especially those who are weak of mind and cannot handle criticism, she ends up alone at the end of the day to face only herself, which probably scares her the most other than failure. Meredith tries her best to keep a calm and composed figure to those around her, wanting not to come off as immature or incapable in any way, so she lets others see what she wants them too. Analytical and a strategist, she’s a quick thinker and is great at speaking in front of crowds, though she can harsh and distrustful when it comes to leadership, especially as she always plays to win, so failure is not an option. She is cautious and prefers to take things at a slow pace, sticking to a plan, but when frustrated or upset, she loses those qualities easily in place of rashness and a sarcastic as hell attitude.

Other than this, with those who are determined enough to manage to get close to her (which she allows to happen sometimes, she's not anti-people or anything), Meredith does have a playful side, and it's especially good for herself to relieve stress and pent up emotions. She's an extremely loyal friend, never doubting to stick up and fight for another, she's actually rather quick to that, and she does, though rarely, enjoy cuddles. She does tend to vent to her friends, though it's always angry and never about herself, and she loves to casually roast and to have petty tendencies. Meredith loves astronomy and always questioning things more than they need to be, but sometimes she just does it to be an ass.

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|Likes|

Meredith has an acute taste for fine wines and an appriciation for hip-hop and R&B music, especially because creating similar sounding poems was a way for her to deal with stress and anxiety as a child, but she never shared those poems with anyone else although she still has them. She enjoys debating with people, though they tend to turn into a little less than friendly arguments, and she enjoys staying up for hours to stargaze, finding herself getting lost in the constellations a lot, but to her, it's a comforting feeling.
|Other|
·Turtle necks ·Cooking ·Cardi B ·Salad

|Dislikes|

Meredith has a strong disliking for unorganization; it's one of her biggest pet peeves. She doesn't care if someone else is unorganized, but she herself cannot be. She hates being at a stand still in life, as it makes her feel unproductive and sluggish. Meredith also dislikes when things are too easily done, she likes being challenged and will give herself more things to do if something seems to easy. And lastly, she has a rough time coming to terms with her insecurities, so she is easily riled up when someone else points them out.

|Hobbies|

Some of Meredith's hobbies include watching weird sci-fi movies that cone on during the dead of night, stargazing, and writing short stories and poems that she makes sure to keep hidden well.

|Fears/Dreams|

To die without achieving success or accomplishing a goal would be Meredith's greatest fear. She believes that she must prove her worth before she dies, and that means to do achieve something that will make people remember her. She doesn't wish to die with nothing to make up for the space she took in the world, and without purpose, her life is about insignificant as a flea. It's not that she wants to be famous, she wants to do something grand enough to prove everyone who ever doubted her, wrong. She wants to show people that she can and she will, and there's nothing stopping her from achieving this.

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|Year|

3rd Year

|Classes|

·Astrology ·Astral Projection ·Tarot ·Alchemy

|Specialization|

Not exactly necromancy, Meredith is able to communicate with haunted spirits, often ususing constellation symbols and other other worldy signs kind of like ritual circles.

|Stengths|

Her determination and solid focus makes it easy for her to concentrate on her work as a witch. She is persistant and demanding, having a strong voice and grip, able to get up when she's pushed down, and only coming back stronger. Meredith is independant and only relies on herself to get things done, she believes that the only way to get it done is to rely on herself, since if she messes up, it'll be her own fault.

|Weaknesses|

Although she says that she doesn't take criticism to heart, it's the opposite for her, she just doesn't show it, though when thinking about it in the future, it tends to make her upset. And rather than learn from it, the frustratiin just sits in her chest. She can also be reckless, especially since she carries her own sense of pride, and like normally, when she does something right, it grows and she becomes less cautious, which can be dangerous when summoning and/or communicating with spirits.

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|Familiar|

Meredith's familiar is a large, male griffon vulture named Asmir, who tends to hang out in the distance from wherever she's at. She came across him while traveling across Europe for educational purposes, eventually coming into contact with him through one of her spiritual rituals, though he was a show bird, trapped in a cage for show. She noticed that he was very intelligent, though mostly silent, had also the uncanny ability to locate spirits, guiding hand. Realizing this was useful, Meredith formed a bond with him, promising to set him free of his cage in return of his loyalty and guidance. Accepting, they now attend the University together, helping each other when needed.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

I suppose I'll make a face claim as well, and her color is going to be LemonChiffon

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

I'll have to make my form tomorrow, I don't really have time tonight

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

@BleedingLover Yep, Go ahead! Accepts plate of cookies

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Matina

Pursing her lips, Matina stubbornly looked away once more, crossing her amrs and trying not to smile as Fara caught her in her "lie". "Hmm, I still don't know what you mean, I think those crumbs were deliberately placed there, yes? Yes," she nodded, trying to act confident, but not really succeeding at it.

"BUT anyway, haha-," she added on, shuffling over to the other side of Ursula, twirling a piece of hair in nervous laughter. "-that book sounds really cool! Did you, like, get it in some spooky alley or somethin'? 'Cause it looks like that's where you got it. Oh! Or maybe some creepy librarian dude in black was all like, 'here, take this, and make sure not to read it at midnight or else-," she said the last part in a scratchy voice, mimicking the 'creepy librarian dude's, giving herself shivers. Adding on, she said,"Ooo, that would be scary, but I would do it, cuz then, you could like, read it at midnight and the monsters would come to life and start eating people, which would be unfortunate for them, but then the monsters would eat your family and stuff, but then you would have some character development stuff happen and become super tough and badass, huntin' down monsters. Y'know?" she smiled as she explained this, which was basically just a horror YA novel.

After pausing to take a breath, Matina quickly turned back to Fara, seemingly all over the place. "Yeppers. I didn't know 'til just recently, but I kinda forgot to tell you guys earlier, but they should be coming soon-," and as she ended her sentence, the boss walked in with a small woman with platinum blonde hair, and a bit nervous stance. He called all of them over for a quick meet with her, Amelia, explaining that she and Matina were going to be baking.

"Ooo, yes, baking buddies!" she clapped her hands together excitedly, though she didn't really know how to bake, but a mischevious smile began to spread across her face as the thought of unlimited muffins crossed her mind, though it was quickly shut down as their boss called her out for eating one. She was half tempted to say, what muffin?, but she held her tongue and started to studiously analyze the menu board hanging up awkwardly, humming innocently.

As soon as the boss left, Matina mumbled, "Pay for it? Since when?" But then she just shook her head, gathering herself again and quickly maming her way toward Amelia, and once she was there, linking arms with her. "Hii! I'm Matina! Oh! And don't mind what the boss said, Ursula's actually really nice once you get to know her."

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Ooo, I'm interested

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Matina

Seeing the others begin to walk into the coffee shop, Matina tried to quickly eat the rest of her muffin before the others noticed, but it was too late. Fara, one of the only people she knew that could wear anything and make it look cool, had spotted her and mentioned it later as she came to the front counter.

Pausing mid-chew, for a good five seconds, she turned her head away and said, "Well I wouldn't know what you mean, since I haven't tried them lately," faking innocence. "I don't eat the muffins here, they're kinda gross."

Soon after, Ursula, the edgy but cool one, walked in, pulling out her large book after making some tea, which smelled pretty good to Matina. "Hi!" she greeted cheerfully, scooting in closer to peer over her shoulder and at her book curiously. "Watcha readin',?" she asked as Billie, the tall and kinda intimidating woman entered, as well as April, the pretty dancer. Matina waved a quick 'hello' to them, but she was still trying to read what was on the pages of Ursula's book, getting relatively close to read it.

"I also heard that we were getting a new coworker. Hopefully they're nice. And I don't know what you guys see, but no one's eating anything. And I tend to be pretty observant," she smiled.

Re: Life

As the phone analyzed her picture, Merlou incresingly grew uncomfortable, starting to slowly inch her way toward the guy who had taken her picture, trying to peer over his shoulder, but not wanting to be weird about it, so she was stuck in this awkward position where her neck was extended, but she was a little too far to actually see anything. "Um..this isn't some weird..dating app, is it? I really hope not, but uh, if it is, I don't mean to bash someone's work, sorry," she apologized to no one in particular. "This makes me seem like some sort of, er, video game character, and I'm not really into that, I think, if this is a dating app. But probably not. I dunno why it would be, but I'm just guessing. Ah, sorry for rambling, I just- this is weird, sorry," she began playing with her hair awkwardly, wanting to ask him to just delete the picture, but she didn't want to sound rude.

As she was trying to come up with anything else to say to grab her confidence back, the two nurses that had been with them previously appeared with a man who Merlou assumed was the doctor. Maybe. She wasn't sure. As he offered to answer their questions, Merlou listened, but kept her watch on the nurses, frowning a bit when he pulled them closer to himself. Mumbling, she said, "but he's so short, why would-(she stopped herself here, again, not wanting to be rude)-but I'm technically a nurse too, but it's whatever," she averted her gaze.

"So uh, where are we? And who are you?"

The Coffee Shop of Whiteboroughs University

Matina Louise

Parking her small, cerulean blue moped in the employee parking space, Matina took off her helmet, using a free hand to shake her hair out, and later, pull it into a low bun before grabbing her apron and pulling it over her head. It was a pastel green with a simple white coffee mug on the front pocket, surrounded by a thin ring of smoke, which she though was pretty cute, one of the reasons she had applied for this job; the theme of the place was asthetically pleasing, which she enjoyed.

Hopping off of her bike, the night air was cool amd breezy as it had already been dark for some time now, considering that it was ten at night. The last of the emplyees from the previous shift were leaving as the young woman approached, giving them a cheerful wave and smile as they passed her, adding a little bounce to her step as she walked in, the door's bell ringing as she entered the brightly lit room, getting a pleasant whiff of cinnamon.

Immediately to her left, the cashier's counter stood, little muffins and other baked goods sat in the display counter underneath, while a newly updated menu sat as the focal point on the wall behind it. Round tables surrounded the area closer to the counter while the larger, rectangular tables basically outlined the further walls, though there was plenty of space between them. The building itself was made out of brick, though there were paintings and other pictures hanging up on the walls with small strings of LED lights shaped like light bulbs outlined the top of them.

Striding further into the room, Matina made her way behind the counter, stretching as she prepared herself for the night, though as she looked around for the others, she realized she was the first here.
"Ah, I'm first? Niiice," she leaned against the counter, feeling quite responsible now that she was actually on time. After a moment, she shook her head, and said to herself, " Those hooligans, always late, task task. I should really report them, I'm tired of doing their work. Yes, Mr. Manager? I'd like to report a crime. What's the crime you ask? Well, let me tell you-," she laughed at herself as she played out the fake conversation, but she was already growing increasingly bored, and those muffins were looking better and better the more she looked at them.

Shrugging, Matina bent down and grabbed one of the goods, not bothering to lookout for anyone else as she raised it to her mouth. "First come, first serve I suppose. I pay taxes, haha," she giggled to herself again.