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“I’m no longer a daughter, no longer a girl with dreams and no longer with hope. I’m a WEAPON.”

(ELIZABETH OLSEN, 345, SHE/HER) We have been waiting for a while, but ALINA ERIKKSON was finally spotted in the village today. People heard whispers that they are a HERETIC that is hellbent on FIXING the veils. Will they succeed? Only time can tell. Until then we will keep a close eye on them as they listen to CONTROL BY HALSEY. 

trigger warnings;; torture, death, 

P L A Y L I S T 

our solemn hour by within temptation X madness by ruelle X paint in black (cover) by hidden citizens X trip the darkness by lacuna coil X again by flyleaf X fly on the wall by thousand foot krutch X creeping in my soul by cryoshell X ashes in the wind by straight line stitch X lovely (cover) by lauren babic X can anybody hear me by adona X when it’s all over by raign 

“Do you remember the sweet innocent girl? The one you thought will be so easily manipulated? The one you thought won’t fight back? Yeah, me neither.” 

Alina Erikkson was born in the year of 1667 on Ole’ Hallows Eve and was brought into this cruel, cruel world as an orphan. Her father had died months earlier due to a mysterious illness and her mother? She died shortly before her daughter was brought into the world. 

Evelyn Wilson was found in the woods, laying in the middle of an altar with the village’s Priest found her in the knick of time. He saw she was already gone but her swollen stomach still had movement in it and he acted. Saying a quick prayer to God, the Priest took his hunting blade to the woman’s stomach and cut into the flesh - moments later the screeching cry of a newborn baby filled the cold fall air. 

Distraught over how the baby was brought into the world, the Priest’s wife begged him to allow them to keep the child for themselves since God had yet to bless them with any of their own. Eventually though .... the family did. At the age of four Alina became a big sister to twins William and Winnifred. 

For a short time things were good with the family but when Alina reached the age of nine is when things started to get weird around her and not long after caused her to be withdrawn from the family. She found solace in the church of the attic her Father preached at. It was safe and quiet -- away from civilians. 

Keeping herself at a distance and staying away from the mundane did great for Alina. There was no more accidents and she thanked God for that. 

Fast forward to Alina recently turning twenty six years old and yes, she still hid away in the church attic and kept her distance from mostly everyone. When it got night time she would venture off to the hospital and attend to the sick patients there, usually the ones who are doomed and left to die ALONE. Alina kept them company until death came for them. 

The last patient Alina attended too was dying of a mysterious illness. She had fever, chills and could not stop coughing up blood. Of course she kept her distance from the woman in fear of infection, but it never stopped her for putting flowers in the dying crone’s room. On her last night of life the old woman lifted her arm from the bed and gripped onto Alina tight. She doesn’t know what happened but instantly she felt powerful and before Alina could say anything to the woman or ask her what just happened, the old crone mustered up a ‘thank you’ before passing away. 

After that Alina quickly left the place and acted fast in disposing the clothes she wore and bathed in the village’s river. The entire time she just kept replaying that moment in her. Desperate and becoming afraid of what happened, she ran to her family’s home after putting on some clothes. 

When arriving to her family home, Alina found no one there but her sister Winnifred. The favorite daughter -- everyone’s little ray of sunshine and the one person who didn’t make Alina feel weird when talking about anything that is not mundane. 

Though this time .... this conversation was different to Alina. When explaining to her sister of what happened, Winnifred became afraid -- very afraid and asked Alina to go back to her hole and stay there. Hurt by her words and even more so when Winnifred began to shove her out of the house something else happened. 

When Alina grabbed a hold of Winnifred, something happened just like at the hospital but instead of a thank you from a dying crone this time it was Winnifred screaming in pain. She almost felt like she was sucking the life out of Winnifred and when Alina let go -- it was too late. 

Their Father had came home to find Winnifred on the floor, nothing like her old bright self but was a shell of it and just kept muttering Alina’s name. Becoming officially fearful of his adoptive daughter he lead a manhunt against her and by dawn Alina found herself doomed to hang come sunrise of the next day, 

As she laid in her dark cell and awaited for them to come and bring her to Death, Alina dreamt about a particular man she had come to recently meeting. He was tall and mysterious, a man who seemed particularly interested in her and her gifts. His name? Leo Ryan and unknown to her this man was an ORIGINAL VAMPIRE. 

The Original became drawn to Alina and the nature of how she kept to herself all while ignoring the whispers of the village people. Something in her gut told the witch to trust him and she did. Prior to running to her family’s home after the death of the crone, Alina ran to him completely scared she could’ve caught the plague. Even though she kept mostly to herself she wasn’t ready to die -- not yet. 

Realizing he had fell for the siphoner, Leo gave the woman some wine laced with his blood before Alina ran off to her family’s home before he himself left to attend to something that caught his attention. Of course before they went their separate ways, Alina promised to meet him in two days time. 

Due to this and unaware of what was in her system, Alina screamed and tried to run when being dragged to the noose. ‘Please, I won’t touch anyone ever again!’, ‘I didn’t mean too, forgive me!’ They all ignored her and the cries only gotten worse as the rope hanged around her neck. 

She stood there as the Mayor listed her crimes and many of the villagers began to whisper, saying she deserves a more cruel death than the rope. Some of them were saying she should be burned for she was a slave to the Devil himself. When asked if she had any last words, Alina knew this was the end and she looked to the villagers before settling her eyes on her so called FAMILY. 

As she kept her eyes on them, Alina felt something build up in her and it was familiar to her. It was the same energy she felt course through her after touching the crone and Winnifred. The executioner asked her once more for she knew it was pointless to beg for her life. What life did she even really live anyways? Some words that Leo had said to her came to mind, telling her to embrace the energy she felt within her and to not deny it or eventually it will take control of her. “You want a witch? FINE.” If she was going to die, why not leave them all scarred and tarnish the family name? 

‘Burn her!’ some of the villagers finally spoke up and chanted it. Alina closed her eyes and thought hard on the fire, on how the flames felt, the way they danced in the fire pit her family owned. Screams became heard before her which made the woman open her eyes to see a fire erupted all around her. After that everything went black to the woman. 

Her first memory when waking up was standing in a burnt field and had no piece of fabric on her. The only thing she had on her was the soot smeared across her body and her throat burned, desperately begging her body to drink something. What Alina didn’t realize at the time was she was reborn as a vampire (she later on learned she was a heretic). Stumbling through the field she eventually made it to the village with no memory of who she was and became disgusted seeing bodies all over the small town. Throats ripped out among other things. 

As she navigated through the bodies Alina managed to find a simple dress to wear and wondered what happened to everyone. Her answer soon came when she caught someone running at the corner of her eyes and with her newfound speed Alina suddenly found herself at the source of the sobs. It was a man in his early twenties: it was William. 

William stared at her and it was like seeing a ghost with Alina before him. He was completely scared and kept his distance from the woman. “Your ... your suppose to be dead, Alina! How are you alive?” This was how she learned over her name. Remaining quiet, the newborn tilted her head and before she could say anything -- something caught her attention. Well really it was what her ears picked up and the sound of it made her throat burn more. “Shh ... it’s okay.” Those words randomly came out of her as she walked closer to him and without realizing her Alina found herself tackling the man and ripping into his throat. His blood is what called to her and when she was done, the newborn wanted MORE. 

This was the start of something darker in Alina and over the years she became labeled as a Ripper. She enjoyed the art of killing those all around her with a pulse and my red was such a damn good color on her. Eventually though the blood she spilled came back to haunt her, causing the woman to turn her humanity back on and face the music. As a way to pay for her penance and to right the wrongs she’s done over the centuries, Alina eventually went into med school and found her calling in Trauma Surgery. She loved the thrill of helping those and having to make quick decisions. I mean she made quick ones in killing people, so why not in saving them? 

Hearing about Wildemount and the residents there, Alina decided to move to the town and be around others such as herself. She never really met anyone else like her but has heard stories she wasn’t the only heretic. The woman wanted to start to embrace her witch side and not fear it like she has all these centuries. 

Headcanons;;

Throughout her time on Earth, Alina came to fall in love with many different cultures and can speak several languages.

She is a major travel bug and claims to be bitten with wanderlust.

Alina might not look it, but she is a big nerd when it comes to superheroes and is a huge fan of horror movies and murder documentaries. 

She also has a degree in Forensics and is just a nerd for anatomy and mysteries. 

Wanted Connections;; friends, enemies, mentor in magic, someone from her ripper days. Anything tbh, if you think Alina will fit it then hmu and we can def plot something out!