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slwmcvers​.

“ I’M TELLING YOU, JUST TRY IT. ”   standing behind the counter of lucky spot’s bar, roger pours the newest beer from tap, offering it to the person sitting in front of him.   “ you’re gonna like it. and if not, it’s on the house. ”

          “ i sincerely doubt that. besides, i don’t drink. ”  it was the excuse luciana used countless times to avoid ingesting alcohol. the amount of times she was offered a matching shot from the patrons who frequented apex during her shifts was almost maddening. however, this particular encounter differed from the others. he was persistent, as she’d experienced countless times before, but instead of the repulsive underlying motives, he seemed innocent enough. this also wasn’t her playground, it was his, and she certainly didn’t want to insult him. so, pursing her lips, slender fingers tentatively reach for the glass, gaze dropping to observe the liquid momentarily before raising it to her lips. the tiniest sip was taken, just long enough to touch her tongue before subtly returning it to the glass. while luciana had grown accustomed to blending in with the mortal world, she’d never get over the bad taste their food and drink left in her mouth. gingerly pushing the glass a few inches away from her, a seasoned polite smile was offered up to him, “ that was disgusting. but thank you for the free sample. ”

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venomcoat​.

OPEN.  location,  the woods.

they’ve  been  dodging  questions  all  morning,    mainly  from  teens  who  were  dying    (    no  pun  intended    )    for  an  exclusive  to  write  for  the  internet  blog.    it  was  always  the  same  few,    they  noted,    recognizing  familiar  faces  that  popped  up  whenever  something  semi  exciting  happened  in  hell’s  kitchen.    the  crime  scene  investigators  had  done  a  good  job  at  setting  up  the  perimeter  around  the  site  in  the  woods,    and  most  respected  the  yellow  tape  screaming  DO  NOT  CROSS,    but  there  was  always  a  straggler  or  two.    “    that  better  not  be  a  camera.    ”    it  wasn’t  a  question,    but  a  firm  statement,    approaching  the  other  that  was  getting  too  close  to  the  site.    the  bodies,    what  were  left  of  them,    were  removed  promptly,    shortly  after  their  discovery,    so  there  wasn’t  much  to  photograph  anyway,    but  it  was  still  an  active  crime  scene.      “    did  you  not  see  the  yellow  tape?    ”

          of course she’d been caught. of course. all makena had set out to do was something nice, trying to bring some sort of peace to the johnsons. she wasn’t even sure if it’d actually work, considering her mind had been all over the place while enhancing the thyme leaves from her garden. the dread etched across her features of the scolding sure to come quickly soured, brow narrowing while the bridge of her nose scrunched up a bit at the sheriff’s statement. “ — huh ?  it’s definitely not a camera. jesus. ” though it honestly shouldn’t have surprised her. the lengths that some went through to spread shit like wildfire on the internet was pretty fucked up, in her humble opinion. still, she would certainly rather not be lumped in with those losers. 

          a huff of air was released, never being one to take any sort of authoritative scolding well. but she was working on it. kind of. “ i know, i know !  i’m sorry, okay ?  it’s just ...  ” another sigh released, mainly because if she’d been sneaky enough, makena knew she wouldn’t be in this awkward predicament. also being caught giving a shit about something didn’t do any favors to her self-proclaimed cynical outlook on life. “ legend , ” she internally cringed at the word, then continued, “ has it that if you leave thyme as an offering to those who died from ... violence, it’s supposed to give them peace. or whatever. look, they were nice to me, growing up, so i just ... ” she decidedly ended the sentence with a shrug, lightly shaking the ziplock bag of the herb she’d brought along with her as if it were proof of her intentions. “ didn’t realize you’d still be out here. sorry. ”

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*  open  /  apex club .

          “ hey sugar, ”  velvety tone greeted the bar patron, though she’d already been well aware of their presence since they first stepped foot through the door’s threshold. it was her job, after all, but luciana was also incredibly nosey, at times. and rightfully so, considering there appeared to be some sort of manic killer on the loose, whose mysterious identity she was painfully unaware of, for now. dark hazel hues swept over the other, a lingering once over, the infamous smile she’d adorned to keep up professionalism, for appearances sake, curling up the corners of her mouth. “ what can i get you ? ”

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inscuciant​.

status: open ( at.. some small eatery ) 

The headline of the morning paper seared holes into his head. The article itself was lacking, but the large title stuck with him like a stubborn burr. If his default way of coping wasn’t to numb, Lee might have felt a chill run down his spine. But he didn’t. All he did was skim the printed text once more, as if rereading it would have answers mysteriously unveil themselves. 

“Talk about shitty luck.” A certain kind of fatigue dragged at each word, had it crawl into the air like spilt molasses. Half a sigh caught in the middle of his throat as he finally tore his gaze away. “Need another refill or anything?”

          the town was all abuzz this morning, and not with that annoying ‘ howdy neighbour ! ’ bullshit. this time, it was murder. a double homicide, to be exact, and it happened to two of the kindest people makena had been fortunate enough to know. the memories of missus johnson bringing over pies to her parents’ house, when she was younger, stung. that woman was basically crowned with a halo, and this was how it ended for her ?  one of the most gruesome deaths she’d ever heard of, outside of the movies.

          “ yeah. the shittiest. ”  her tone was dry, unable to bring herself to even look at the paper he held. she did her best to mask the emotions daring to seep through the cracks, but a small sigh fell from her lips before she was able to press them together.  “ uh, sure. a refill, thanks. ”  a brief moment of silence followed, green hues lifting to watch him.  “ ... did you know them ? ”

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jvdefms​.

           “  it’s  fake  .  ”     voice  is  spoken  in  monotone  ,   and  jude  ,   of  course  ,   is  talking  about  the  SPLATTER  of  red ��liquid  on  her  face  .   the  spell  had  called  for  a  public  sacrifice  ,   and  who  was  she  to  tell  a  dark  magic  spell  no ?   either  way  ,   her  face  is  twisted  with  annoyance  ,   at  both  the  person  in  presence    (  without  even  realizing  who  it  is  )   and  with  the  LACK  of  magic  happening  right  now  .     “  my  …  cherry  soda  exploded  .  ”   and  she  looks  at  her  phone    (   it  contained  a  photo  of  the  spell  ,    of  course   )  .     “  hmm  …  perhaps  i  should  have  done  this  in  the  evening  .  ”     sorry  baby  sister  ,   she’ll  try  again  ,   jude’ll  note  to  herself  before  finally  glancing  up  .  and  her  tongue  will  pop  out  ,   an  overly  CHEERFUL  grin  on  her  lips  as  speaks  to  them  .    “  don’t  tell  me  you  thought  it  was  blood  ,   i’m  too  cute  to  be  evil !  ”  

          “ you like cherry soda ? ”  brow narrowed momentarily, as if that was the most horrendous crime and not the red liquid in question on the other’s face, before features slowly softened to display how slightly entertained she was with the cover up. thought up on the spot, she was sure. green hues remained fixed, examining the blood, before her attention finally dropped to her own phone, resuming the game she’d been playing. after watching a ridiculous amount of slasher movies and practicing her fair share of dark spells, makena didn’t find it abnormal. or maybe she was just desensitized. who knew at this point, really.  “ oh ?  you should have waited ‘til evening to explode cherry soda in your face ? ”  a small smirk finally tugged up at the corners of her mouth, but she gave a small shake of her head.  “ no, not at all. it totally looks like —  not blood. ”

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devilmcnt​.

 *   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎  …       ⧽      all.

          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃  she  could  just  close  her  eyes  again,  just  properly sleep,  just  forget  what  she  saw  last  night.  yet  she still  could  see  it  to  clearly,  as  if  she  had  been  there .  the  hole  in  their  chest,  a  missing  heart.  but  worse,  the  hole  in  their  eyes.  she’d  never  be  able  to  get that  image  out  of  her  mind.  maybe  the  only  thing  that’d help  would  be  to  draw,  but  she  knew  that  wasn’t  a good  time  with  an  investigation  going  on.  she’d  make herself  too  much  of  a  suspect  if  she’d  have  a  painting that  perfectly  described  how  the  corpses  had  looked  like.   and  no  one  was  supposed  to  know  besides  the  officers  that  had  been  there.  and  yet  here  she  was,  lungs  feeling sore  from  the  scream  that  had  woken  her  up  from  the  nightmare that  had  turned  out  to  be  true.  suddenly,  a  voice startled  her,  luring  her  back  into  reality  as  she  looked up  from  her  table  at  the  lucky  spot.  she  was  only holding  a  coffee  in  her  hand,  trying  to  wake  up  more. she  couldn’t  eat  one  bite.  not  with  those  images  still burning  into  her  brain. “  what  ?  ”  ,  she  asked the  person  who  had  just  come  up  to  her  quite  harshly, not  able  to  act  as  if  she  was  feeling  fine  in  the  slightest.  tired  eyes,  decorated  with  horrible  dark  circles,   looking  anywhere  but  at  the  person  directly. “ horrible,  isn’t  it  ?  ”  ,  she  just  blurted  out,   completely  ignoring  what  they  had  actually  mumbled  towards her.  did  they  want  her  place  ?  was  it  actually  someone she  knew  ?  she  didn’t  notice,  and  quite  frankly,  she didn’t  care  much  in  this  moment  as  she  just  wanted  to forget,  but  she  knew  it  was  impossible  as  it  was  all  on her  mind.  her  eyes  wandered  outside,  looking  through the  glass,  watching  the  cars  and  pedestrians  pass  by. “ what  must  go  through  a  person  to  hurt  people  like  that  ? ”  

          he hadn’t known the johnsons very well, not personally. of course, michael had met mister johnson nurmous times at lucky spot, heard about how the wife whipped up sweets like she owned her own bakery, and shared maybe one too many beers with him before the older man was slumped in a corner, dead to the world. now he was really dead to the world. so in the best way he knew how to honor them both, the junior carter waltzed through lucky spot’s door, but with a little less pep to his step than usual and without the signature lopsided grin beaming at the bar patrons and employees alike. however, when he spotted zuri after a quick survey of who was present, at a table all by her lonesome, lips curved to form a small smile and he sauntered over. “ dang, girl, no invite ?  that’s cold. ”  it was only after he’d seated himself in the chair across from her that michael realized she’d been spaced out. “ — woah, ” he let slip. she looked ... exhausted, to put it kindly, and it made him wonder if she’d even gotten a wink of sleep last night. catching himself a second too late, he leaned forward a bit, resting his arms on the table’s firm surface, and gave a small shake of his head.  “ i dunno. i really don’t. it was senseless. they were ... they were good people. but regardless of that, nobody deserves that shit. ”  dark eyes dropped to the mug her hands encircled, then lifted to scan over her features, concern clearly etched across his own. “ you wanna refill ?  something to eat ?  i’m gonna put in an order. ”

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          sh, LUCIANA AGUILAR is hanging around APEX listening to TELEPATIA by KALI UCHIS again. the BARTENDER is avoided for acting CUTTHROAT and GLIB, but also being quite ALLURING and POISED tends to draw people towards them. they could be described by LUSH LIPS GLOSSED RED WITH THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES, A PRACTICED SMILE PAIRED WITH SOUL PIERCING EYES. fitting for a 34 / 671 year old VAMPIRE, don’t you think ?  between you and i, rumor has it that SHE’S KNOWN TO USE GLAMOUR ON UNSUSPECTING HUMANOID SPECIES TO GET WHAT SHE WANTS.

➣    CONNECTIONS ,  PINTEREST ,  PLAYLIST ,  WANTED

GENERAL

FULL NAME.    luciana imelda marisol aguilar.

NICKNAMES.    luci.

AGE & BIRTHDATE.    appears 34, actually 671 ; unknown birthdate.

GENDER & PRONOUNS.    cis woman ; she / her.

ORIENTATION.    pansexual.

MARITAL STATUS.    widowed.

RELIGION.    book of the vampyr.

OCCUPATION.    bartender at apex.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR.    raven-hued brown.

EYE COLOUR.    dark hazel.

BUILD.    slim.

MARKS.    none.

TATTOOS.    a few minimalist tats on her fingers, just because she likes the look.

PIERCINGS.    lobes.

HEIGHT.    5′6".

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC.    unknown.

ALIGNMENT.    neutral evil.

HOGWARTS.    slytherin.

TROPE.    the vamp, bad samaritan.

POSITIVE TRAITS.    alluring, eloquent, intuitive, observant, poised, pragmatic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS.    calculating, censorious, cutthroat, formidable, glib, inquisitive.

HOBBIES.    bartending at apex, eavesdropping on every other species, moonlit walks around town.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH.    somewhere in afro-eurasia.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.    hell’s kitchen, louisiana.

NATIONALITY.    european.

ETHNICITY.    half filipino, half white.

PARENTS.   long deceased.

SIBLINGS.     none.

MAKER.    tba.

CHILDREN.    one, tba.

LANGUAGES.    english, russian, spanish.

QUICK HISTORY

HUMANITY.    she was born in the 1300s, raised within a royal family thanks to her parents being trusted workers to said family, which eventually earned her the lady-in-waiting title to her childhood friend. of course, during the mid 1300s, a bubonic plague pandemic ( aka the black death / plague ) mercilessly swept over their populace, wiping out at least 75 million people. this included her family as well as the royal family. whether it be a stroke of luck or curse, or both, luciana was given the option of suffering the same fate as her dearly beloved family and friends, or being turned immortal, which would effectively immunize her from any and all human disease. the stranger who offered a chance to escape was unlike anyone she’d seen before, and yet she felt completely at ease in their presence; she eagerly awaited a life free from the fear of death. if she’d known how bitter and detached she’d turn in the years to come, luci might have chosen death instead.

REBORN.    the hunger she felt in the beginning was insatiable and almost unbearable. she was horrified by her own yearning for human blood and how natural it felt to drain a victim dry; she felt like a monster. she was a monster. as repulsed as she was initially, luciana was quick to adapt, understanding her only means of survival and adopting the new lifestyle that came with this apparent immortality. life could be incredibly lonely at times, when she had no one but her maker to turn to, but as the centuries passed, she met a variety of people, fellow vampires, and other ... things. she even had a mate, someone she thought she could spend the remainder of eternity with, but they were captured by an unknown group and put to death by being exposed to the sun and then finalized with a stake to the heart. another devastating loss, but she moved on, and through her own experiences and tales told from companions met along the way, luciana was thoroughly educated on the handful of supernatural species walking among them. some friendly, and some obviously not.

EXISTING.     learning the ropes and knowing her place on the food chain molded our darling luci into the personable terror she is today. as a bartender at apex, she has eyes on whoever enters, whether they approach her bar or not, and her enhanced hearing allows her to gather information that otherwise might be overlooked. her inviting smile, though perfected over the years, is empty behind her eyes. she’s sneaky, conniving, and an all around coldhearted being; she’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants. but that’s not to say she doesn’t respect and follow the law of vampires. mainly out of internal fear of the punishments to follow if caught breaking any laws, but still - she behaves on a needed basis. 

CONNECTION IDEAS

HER MAKER.    would need to be 671+ of course, but if there’s any takers, feel free to hmu!!

HER KIDDO.     ok so basically out of a moment of weakness, she actually felt sorry for someone and turned them. maybe she witnessed them get attacked by something (someone) she dislikes, so figured it would be like a kick in the face to have them as her little attack dog or something sdhgasdf anyways!! now she hates herself for it bc she doesn’t wanna be responsible for someone else lmao.

“NEST” MATES.     2 - 3 other vampires she lives with. they’ve all got their own unique ... quirks sdfhjkdg and they prob share humans / faeries to feed off of bc sharing is caring!! she most likely met them elsewhere and they all traveled to hell’s kitchen together to call their home. for now.

BLOODBAG.    somebody who lets her feed off of them from time to time, either out of the goodness of their heart or bc she used glamour on them and forced them to feel chill with it (yikes). preferably human??

NO STRINGS ATTACHED.    no expectations, just something fun to help both parties blow off some steam when needed. whether they also have some type of friendship (or maybe enemies to make it spicy) or keep it strictly business can be discussed.

LIFELONG ENEMIES.    being(s) she’s had scuffles with in the past (and/or present). they can be civil about it and just stay the hell away from each other at all costs, or they can be dramatic about it and actively seek the other out to throw down or just exchange petty words. maybe even the group who murdered her former mate??

ANYTHING.    again, i’m super open to just about anything, so if there’s an idea or certain connection you have in mind, please hit me with it!

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Top energy™.

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I’m sorry, I’m not being very clear. I’m really tired.

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She was a lion’s roar, broken glass, and a thousand tiny paper cuts: frightening, beautiful, and very, very cruel.

Loose Ends I, A.M. (via oretses)

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➤  tag dump

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          sh, MICHAEL CARTER is hanging around LUCKY SPOT BAR AND GRILL listening to GXTH B!TCH by LIVE SOLUM again. the CONSTRUCTION WORKER is avoided for acting EVASIVE and RECKLESS, but also being quite DEBONAIR and VALIANT tends to draw people towards them. they could be described by ABANDONING ALL COMMON SENSE FOR A MOMENTARY TASTE OF ADRENALIZED BLISS, HARBOURING A SECRET THAT GOES AGAINST EVERYTHING YOU’VE BEEN TAUGHT. fitting for a 27 year old HUMAN, don’t you think ? between you and i, rumor has it that HE’S LOWKEY A FANGBANGER AND OCCASIONALLY SNEAKS INTO APEX.

➣    CONNECTIONS ,  PINTEREST ,  PLAYLIST ,  WANTED

GENERAL

FULL NAME.    michael dominic carter.

NICKNAMES.    mike, mikey, junior.

AGE & BIRTHDATE.    27 years old ; october 13th.

GENDER & PRONOUNS.    cis man ; he / him.

ORIENTATION.    heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS.    single.

RELIGION.    christian.

OCCUPATION.    construction worker.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR.    black.

EYE COLOUR.    dark brown.

BUILD.    muscular.

MARKS.    two small scars ( vampire bite idk where yet tho sdfasdf ) that he does well to keep hidden.

TATTOOS.    none.

PIERCINGS.    left lobe.

HEIGHT.    6′1".

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC.    libra.

ALIGNMENT.    neutral good.

HOGWARTS.    gryffindor.

TROPE.    mr. vice guy, chronic hero syndrome.

POSITIVE TRAITS.    amiable, articulate, debonair, diplomatic, idealistic, valiant.

NEGATIVE TRAITS.  evasive, gullible, hedonistic, indecisive, philanderer, reckless.

HOBBIES.    hitting up lucky spot for beer, good food, and a few rounds of pool, seated in the front row for his pop’s sermons, washing & applying a fresh coat of wax to his vintage baby : a red pontiac convertible.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH.    fort worth, texas.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.    hell’s kitchen, louisiana.

NATIONALITY.    american.

ETHNICITY.    african american.

PARENTS.   samuel carter,  deceased mother.

SIBLINGS.     simone carter.

BIRTH ORDER.    eldest.

PETS.    none ( but he smothers everyone else’s with love ).

LANGUAGES.    english, broken spanish.

QUICK HISTORY

BEGINNINGS.    as a young fella, michael was a clown. he loved making people laugh, whether it was at him or with him, and he was eager to please, especially his beloved parents. he was a big ol’ mama’s boy, but also painted his pops as a hero and looked up to the senior carter. everything in his life really was picture perfect, until his mother’s passing, deemed a suicide. losing the most influential and loving woman he’d ever known, it was a big hit to michael. he didn’t understand why she would ever want to take her life, to leave them; it was extremely difficult for him to come to terms with her death. so, he threw himself into as many activities as he could in order to distract himself after his pops packed them up and moved them to louisiana.

ADOLECENCE.    his high school career was pretty successful; he was a star player on the sports teams he was involved with, excelled in his academics (even math, with relentless tutoring), and managed to maintain a pretty healthy social life. michael even somehow found time to volunteer for his father’s church to help out where he could. however, there was always this constant dark cloud of doubt in the back of his mind regarding his mother’s death. the sensible thing would be to talk about it, but he didn’t ever want to bring up that pain engraved in their lives; he couldn’t do that to his pops or his sister. and so, like any other angsty teen, he bottled it up, and ended up lashing out at the opposing team during one of his games, starting a brawl on the field. this outburst cost him a football scholarship he’d been banking on.

EXISTING.    fast forward ten years and he’s working for the town as a construction worker; a heavily laborious job but with good pay and benefits. he has his own place ( a cozy bungalow ) , his dream car, and a good group of people who care. while he should be ( and IS ) grateful for the way his life turned out, all things considering, michael recently grew bored of the mundane, day to day, same old shit. after hearing certain rumours buzzing around about apex, he decided to check it out for himself, and was both terrified and ... intrigued with his findings. however, he’d take it to his grave before he ever told a single soul about his escapades, and he plans to keep it that way.

CONNECTION IDEAS

LUCKY SPOT REGULARS.    a group of pals he kicks back with after a long day of work, drinking beer & shooting pool, is exactly what this guy needs. also maybe somebody (or bodies) that he’s shared a confrontation / scuffle with?? either over something serious or something dumb while under the influence of a few too many drinks. ALSO .... he prob definitely flirts with the waitresses. 

RIDE OR DIE.    michael needs somebody to be the ying to his yang, his voice of reason, a good influence. somebody he can vent to without judgement because lord knows this boy has some troubles. of course, he would also offer himself up to be this person’s rock; an ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, or straight up honesty whenever needed. this could either be one of his first friends when the carters moved to hell’s kitchen, or someone he met along the way. either way, he trusts them with his life.

APEX HOOKUP.    please somebody give me a lady vamp for michael to sneak around with at the club. it started off as him just being curious, slipping in to check it out, but of course they sniffed him out and he was like a slab of fresh meat. literally. maybe she thought it was funny and swooped in to save his ass, or maybe she was one of the vamps pining after the newbie human. idk but he immediately took an interest in her and was v persistent in trying to get to know her, and they eventually hooked up. and continue to do so because he cannot get enough. curiosity has yet to kill this cat, but he’s definitely toeing a fine line with this connection.

HIS WORSHIPPED HAREM.    so michael is kind of ... a heaux. or heartbreaker, maybe? or both. either way, he’s a flirt and he loves women. whether they love him or not is a completely different story sdjfkfsdg. so anyway he’s bound to have a handful of exes he still hits up ( or not ), or flings, or fwb, or even just innocent flirtationships.

FOLKS IN NEED.    he still has some good morals!!!! he was raised to be kind & goodhearted, to help his fellow neighbor, and that’s exactly what he does. besides his sticky situation behind the scenes, michael is a beaming ray of sunshine and loves to lend a hand to help those in need. so if y’all ever need free labor ( or maybe paid for in cold drinks and tasty snacks ), michael is your guy. but he’ll also talk your ear off about the weather, what’s been going on around town, or whatever you wanna chit chat about.

ANYTHING.    again, i’m super open to just about anything, so if there’s an idea or certain connection you have in mind, please hit me with it!

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          sh, MAKENA AVERY is hanging around ACADEMY FOR THE EXCEPTIONALLY GIFTED listening to AFTER DARK by MR.KITTY again. the DRUG DEALER is avoided for acting CHEEKY and DEFIANT, but also being quite DEVOTED and METICULOUS tends to draw people towards them. they could be described by A NAIVE SHEEP TURNED MALCONTENT COYOTE, BLACKLIT ROOM SPLASHED WITH NEON COLOURS. fitting for a 20 year old WITCH, don’t you think ? between you and i, rumor has it that SHE USES HER MAGIC ON THE HERBS SHE GROWS AND SELLS THEM OFF AS HALLUCINOGENICS.

➣    CONNECTIONS ,  PINTEREST ,  PLAYLIST ,  WANTED

GENERAL

FULL NAME.    makena stefanie lawson avery.

NICKNAMES.    kena.

AGE & BIRTHDATE.    20 years old ; june 3rd.

GENDER & PRONOUNS.    cis woman ; she / her.

ORIENTATION.    lesbian.

MARITAL STATUS.    single.

RELIGION.    agnostic ( former christian ).

OCCUPATION.    drug dealer ,  pupil at the academy.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR.    dirty blonde.

EYE COLOUR.    mossy green.

BUILD.  athletic.

MARKS.    faint dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, a beauty mark on her right hip and left index finger.

TATTOOS.    small black rose behind her left ear, a symbol of the end of her former lifestyle  ;  chef’s knife along the right side of her rib cage, a tribute to her love of slasher films.

PIERCINGS.    lobes, left helix (x2), septum, both nipples.

HEIGHT.    5′6".

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC.    gemini.

ALIGNMENT.    chaotic neutral.

HOGWARTS.    ravenclaw or slytherin.

TROPE.    good girl gone bad, the black sheep.

POSITIVE TRAITS.    astute, devoted, fervent, incisive, meticulous, solicitous, witty.

NEGATIVE TRAITS.   broody, cheeky, cynical, defiant, eccentric, flippant, splenetic.

HOBBIES.    watching the same collection of horror movies over and over again, spending quality time with her plants, visiting unmarked graves at the cemetery.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH.    hell’s kitchen, louisiana.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.    hell’s kitchen, louisiana.

NATIONALITY.    american.

ETHNICITY.    white.

PARENTS.   radical christian step father, subordinate mother.

SIBLINGS.     one half sister, one half brother.

BIRTH ORDER.    eldest.

PETS.    maybe a ... familiar ?? ( possible wc ???? ).

LANGUAGES.    english.

QUICK HISTORY

BEGINNINGS.    kena was raised in a strict religious household, heavy on the christianity. it was all she knew, until she grew older and actually started to notice the normalcy and freedom other families had that hers did not. the resentment started to build just as she hit her early teens, as did the unknowing strength of her magic.

ADOLECENCE.    a rebellious streak flourished, she started to stand up to her father without any help from her mother or siblings. she started to act out, skipped out on church, dressed how she wanted, snuck into r rated movies, hung out with a more chill crowd of people, and basically worshipped the devil according to daddy dearest. her highstrung emotions also caused her to lose control of the magic she didn’t even realize she’d inherited, causing inexplainable occurrences to lowkey terrify her step father. the final straw was the untimely discovery of the intimate relationship she’d been hiding with another girl. this resulted in kena being booted out ; disowned.

EXISTING.    she’s been living at the academy since she was sixteen, mad at the world for the hand she’s been dealt but also lowkey extremely grateful for her newfound family. living with a bunch of, what she calls, “wacked out witches”, she finally feels as though she belongs. when she’s not learning self control or researching fucked up spells, makena tends to a garden of plants, some of which she uses her magic on so she can sell them off as hallucinogenics, AND she also still nourishes her rebellious streak by playing harmless pranks and doing whatever she can to stick it to the man.

CONNECTION IDEAS

FELLOW WITCHES @ THE ACADEMY.    homegirl has been living there for 4 years, so she’s most likely developed a handful of connections with anyone else there. she’s kind of a dick because of her past, but while she acts annoyed with people almost 24/7, kena’s loyalties will forever be with the academy and she’d hex a bitch tenfold for her adopted family.

BOOGIE’S BOYS.    lock, shock & barrel anyone??? i think it’d be super cute and fun to have hell’s very own version of the trio troublemakers. obvi makena would be shock, so we need a lock & barrel.

HER FAMILIAR.    honestly might make this a wanted connection, but i’d LOVE for her to have a familiar. most likely would be the one that gave her a nudge toward the academy after she got kicked out of her home.

CLIENTELE.    the folks she sells her bewitched herbs to. she doesn’t ask nor tell; her number one rule is complete discretion on both ends.

STAR CROSSED HATERS.    maybe another supernatural or human went to makena for help for whatever reason, and she ended up making matters worse for them rather than better. either intentionally or unintentionally ( depending on the connection lmao ).

FORMER FLAME.    this could go in so many different directions. first of all, kena was in the closet as a teen. so her first girlfriend could be juicy, OR a boy she dated as a coverup to fool her parents while she snuck out / around with her first girlfriend. or it could be more recent?? something short lived or a little more deep. literally anything!

ANYTHING.    my brain’s not cooperating, but i’m literally open to whatever!

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“You mean the good stuff?” “Yeah” Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

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