#im really curious about Odette’s story...

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ophelia tate has been walking around town. hazelgrove is familiar of the thirty-one year old hunter. she is aware of the supernatural residents in town. the people of hazelgrove can agree that the librarian can be vehement yet still be reticent. let’s just hope things in town can settle down. + delicate fingers adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across peach-tinted lips and a slender form shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue. 

s’up buttercups ?? ‘tis me again, here with my second gal ; ophelia. she’s my clever lil huntress who’s loosely based on various past muses of mine. she’s a lot more... innocent that delphine but she’s still quite fiery and sarcastic dkjsdsh anyways, i’ll save you all from my pointless babbles but as usual, pls flick that lil grey heart n i’ll shimmy my irish butt into your ims for plots !! : )

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name. ophelia penelope tate.

nicknames. o, phe, & effie.

current age. thirty-one.

birthday. january thirty-first.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

species. human.

nationality. british.

religion. raised a catholic but no longer practices.

birthplace. london, england.

current residence. hazelgrove, me.

sexual orientation. bisexual.

romantic orientation. demiromantic.

education. english literature degree.

occupation. librarian at hazelgrove public library.

CONNECTIONS.

birth mother. natalie tate. †

birth father. alexander tate. †

full blood siblings. astrid tate. †

maternal grandmother. katherine reynolds.

maternal grandfather. marcus reynolds. †

paternal grandmother. anika tate.

paternal grandfather. edward tate. †

maternal aunts. odette reynolds.

maternal uncles. none.

paternal aunts. sophia tate.

paternal uncles. duncan tate. †

PROFICIENCIES.

spoken languages. english, french, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, & caustic.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, & poised.

strengths. etiquette, bold, rational, practical, original, perceptive, direct, & sociable.

weaknesses. dramatic, impulsive, quick-tempered, insensitive, impatient, risk-prone, unstructured, misses the bigger picture, & defiant.

skills. skilled with blades and various knives, hand-to-hand combat, perception, persuasiveness, good judgment, & able to use initiative.

talents. retaining information, memory recall, knife throwing, & quick thinking.

APPEARANCE.

eye colour. blue.

hair colour. blonde.

height. five feet, four inches.

weight. 52 kg.

build. she is of quite a petite stature, and slender with mild curves.

scars. a long, silvery one running along half her spine.

tattoos. n/a.

piercings. earlobes.

glasses. yes, but usually wears contacts.

MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac. aquarius.

element. air.

house. ravenclaw.

myers briggs type. estp-t.

alignment. neutral good.

enneagram. type seven.

temperament. sanguine

intelligence type. interpersonal.

character label. the orphic.

past mental disorders. post-traumatic stress disorder, depression, & suicidal tendencies.

current mental disorders. undiagnosed.

addictions. nicotine.

vices. wrath, envy, & pride.

virtues. temperance, charity, & diligence.

allergies. penicillin.

diet. vegetarian.

dominant hand. left.

accent. mostly english with a mild twang of notable american.

blood type. b negative.

vehicle. bottle green 2015 volkswagen beetle.

BACKGROUND.

trigger(s). mention of exorcism, mentions of murder, & mentions of death. 

born and raised in london, the tate family seemed picture-perfect. though, underneath, the story was very different from how it seemed. while ophelia and her younger sister were showered with love and affection, their parents remained mostly absent albeit for fleeting moments in time. it wasn’t until ophelia grew older that she became more curious about what led her parents astray for weeks at a time. under the illusion that her parents were simply important figures, perhaps lawyers or detectives, a childish ophelia had never considered that their lives had been tainted by a much more corrupt presence. 

eventually, it transpired that her parents were hunters. more specifically, people who hunted down supernatural creatures and put an end to their existence. or, tried, at least. how ophelia stumbled across this fact was by pure chance. her grandfather had been visiting and she had walked into the basement where she witnessed her father and his father attempting to exorcise what she then described as a ‘man with black eyes.’ nowadays, she’d refer to said man and his kind as demonic bastards. 

of course, with their sights elsewhere, the demon managed to free himself only to murder her father and grandfather in the process. if it hadn’t been for her mother, ophelia would have ceased to exist that night also. it was that night that her mother shipped them off to live with their aunt for a while but eventually, after a week or so, her mother returned.

seemingly, everything had been fine until one night when their home was attacked by a pair of vampires. these vampires having been survivors of their mothers attack on their nest, thus they tailed her and laid low until the most opportune moment where they attacked. how ophelia managed to escape that night was anybody’s guess. though the rest of the household hadn’t been so lucky.

having lost her parents, sister and aunt to supernatural creatures, ophelia grew up with a deep rooted hatred for every creature of the night. it had taken her many years to learn of each creature, their weaknesses, strengths and, most importantly, how to kill them. but once she had mastered the art, she set out on a mission to hunt like her parents before her. admittedly, in the beginning, she’d had some near misses, brushing with death many times. but with more hunts under her belt, the better she became.

eventually, ophelia decided to leave london behind in search of the states where she was certain there would be ample supernatural beings endangering the lives of innocents. she moved around for a few years until she settled in hazelgrove where she soon learned that the town harboured an abundance of things that went bump in the night. it was this fact alone that she opted for staying put where she also works as a librarian; constantly researching and reading up on various creatures.

becoming a hunter hadn’t been something that had ever crossed her mind until she’d lost everything. in fact, it had been a path that she should have never stumbled across if it hadn’t been for her witnessing the demon that night. still, nevertheless, it was the road she’d travelled down now and with resentment deep in her bones, there would be no stopping her.

PERSONALITY.

to all who encounter her, ophelia can appear on the surface an extremely reckless and careless woman with a huge tendency to adopt a sardonic tongue during almost all occasions. given her demeanour and attitude, it would be fair to assess that all the blonde is, is a satirical mouthpiece with a permanent simper corroded into the corner of her lips. despite this all, the shell of ophelia does contain much more substance. regardless of her blasé attitude, a passionate, whimsical girl remains deep within the high walls of her persona. it’s almost safe to say that the facade she paints over herself every day is nothing more than a basic ruse; a temporary fixture to aid in slowly but permanently fixing the broken fractions of her mind. it goes without saying that ophelia is constantly shrouded in mystery, concealing her true emotions and feigning any feelings whatsoever. although a sensitive, vulnerable aspect of her persona remains, it seldom prevails against her impulsive, sarcastic, intelligent nature. the problem with being clever is already knowing the things others try so desperately to hide from you. ophelia knows how others view her, she sees how they look at her. everybody assumes she’s too difficult to reason with and believe she’s even tougher to understand. it is this that enables ophelia to flirt with danger, use her words as a weapon and also a bargaining chip. it is this that gives ophelia an overwhelming sense of adrenaline, swimming through her veins and fuelling the fire that lies within the pit of her stomach.

QUICK FACTS.

can drink any man under the table.

smol but fierce.

one of those people who just excels at everything they try their hand at.

has a very high pain tolerance. seriously, it’s kinda freaky.

the only thing she’s truly terrified of is spiders. those eight-legged cretins have her shaking like a leaf.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

was raised a catholic and went to an all-girls catholic school but she no longer practices.

doesn’t drink much as she doesn’t like to be out of control even in the slightest.

she quite likes being a hunter and she does the job very well. attention to detail is key when she’s working.

is a very reckless driver, it’s a surprise she hasn’t been in an accident yet.

looks innocent but really isn’t in every sense of the word.

she’s that bitch that loves reading and has a thing for poetry.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

a bit meddlesome and a troublemaker.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

WANTED PLOTS.

for wanted connections and potential plots, i’m open to just about anything so feel free to hmu for connections or any plots you can think of !! some i’d really love are :

best friend ( pls give my girl a bff she can tell everything to and can party with and just do best pal stuff with like platonic soul mates pls. )

childhood friend ( they maybe drifted apart ? )

an on off relationship ( pretty much like a fwb type situation or casual hookup situation that could develop into feelings or just remain casual. )

a potential love interest ( bonus points if it’s angsty. )

exes / past flings / one night stands.

enemies and rivals.

drinking / party buddies.

and obviously connections with fellow hunters and the supernatural oOoOoOo.

[awkwardnessandbaseball]

We’re almost done, guys! This is a short little chapter to get you through until the final chapter posts on Halloween!

Thank you, as always, to @csrolereversalfor hosting the event, @cshalloweekfor hosting a spooky week of celebration, @sherlockianwhovianfor flailing and fixing appropriately, and @courtorderedcake the lovely art that inspired the story you’re reading!

Tag list: @kmomof4​, @capnjay21​, @revanmeetra87(DM/IM me to be added)

A Fan of Every Part of You

A Captain Swan Halloweek Story in three four parts

AO3 if that’s your jam: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4

Killian Jones has a really loud, destructive upstairs neighbor, and he’s about to lose his patience with them. But when he discovers that it’s a beautiful witch with a soft spot for his dangerous familiar, Captain, that complicates things just a bit.

Chapter Three:

As it turned out, Emma Swan was keeping quite a lot of secrets. And once Killian got her to start sharing with him, the floodgates opened.

“And when I was ten, I stole another girl’s frog legs in class and blamed my friend Lily. I couldn’t afford my own and the girl was bragging about hers were top of the line, French frog legs and I just wanted to make a really simple potion but I couldn’t--”

“I think we’re getting off track, love,” Killian said with a laugh. They’d settled on his couch, Captain snoring away in the recliner. Killian could make out shuffling from above as he imagined Odette lying down in the spot directly above Emma’s head.

“Right, right.”

“So, you’re trying to… time travel?” Killian asked, hoping he didn’t sound too incredulous. It was just… time travel was impossible.

“Yes.” She nodded once. “To when I was born.”

“To see why your parents left you,” he continued for her. She nodded again. “Because…”

“Because I’m clearly dangerous,” she said with a wide gesture vaguely towards the ceiling, and her own apartment, “but I don’t know how or why! I just… I need to see them. Maybe I can ask them, or convince them not to--”

“Woah, Swan. Travelling back in time is already, er… challenging enough. You certainly can’t go changing the past,” he insisted.

“Why not!?” Emma yelled. “If I’m powerful enough to get there, why shouldn’t I change it? I could change everything about my life, Killian! I could make it better.”

“You’re where you’re meant to be, Swan, I’m sure of it.” Killian thought about the pink energy that surrounded their hands whenever they’d touched. He’d never seen anything like it before. He was used to seeing colors surrounding people. An aura, or energy shifting around them. It was always dull, barely visible unless he was looking for it. But with Emma, from the very beginning, it had been bright and vibrant. He’d known she was angry, red waves coming off of her, before she’d even opened her mouth that first time.

But energies… mixing? That’s what seemed to be happening. He never saw his own glow, not when he looked down at himself or in the mirror. But when he touched Emma, he glowed, and it mixed with her energy, and it was just… right.

Good. Killian gasped with the realization.

It was good magic.

He’d never performed magic with a tendency before. His was always neutral. There was, of course, good magic in the world, and bad. Light and dark.

“Killian?” Emma looked worried. He’d gotten lost in thought, and surely the look on his face was one of shock.

“Emma, you’re where you’re meant to be,” he said again. He grabbed her hand, and the pink glow returned. “Do you see this?”

“What… what is that?”

“I see energy. It’s… one of my gifts. Everyone looks like this to me.” He watched her for signs of disbelief, but she only looked curious. Intrigued. “The first time I met you, you were bright red with anger. And then you looked at Captain...” The familiar in question groaned in his sleep at the mention of his name. “And then you changed to green.”

“What’s green mean?” Their hands were still joined together.

“It depends. With you, it’s something tied into compassion. Caring. It’s soft.” She laughed at his explanation and he raised an eyebrow.

“No one has ever used the word ‘soft’ to talk about me before,” she said. Her eyes met his and they were the same shade of green that had surrounded her that day. “What color am I now?”

“Same as our hands,” he whispered. “Pink. Quite soft, Swan.” He leaned forward, hoping he was reading this correctly. It had been quite a long time since he’d been alone with a woman, and this one made his skin glow.

“Hmm. Maybe soft isn’t the worst thing in the world,” she said just before her lips met his.

And it was soft. In fact, it was a lot of things. Killian tried not to open his eyes, he really did, but he had to know…

Sure enough, they both glowed pink. From head to toe, every inch he could see.

“I don’t understand,” Emma said suddenly. She pushed herself off of him and the pink glow receded. “I’m… I mean we both…” She trailed off and gestured towards Captain. “We’re both supposed to be dangerous, aren’t we?” She looked worried, all wide eyes and her mouth hanging open.

“Perhaps,” Killian began. “Or maybe the legends are incorrect. Maybe a hybrid familiar doesn’t mean danger.” He stood and paced, trying to piece together what he knew about himself, about Emma. “How did Odette come to be, Swan?”

She tilted her head, unsure of where he was going with this change in direction.

“I was in foster care,” she said quietly. “And um… some older girl was taunting me, telling me no one would ever want me. And I got really angry, you know? And then… there was Odette.” Emma looked up at him, tears in her eyes.

“Captain came when my brother, Liam, died.” Killian sat beside her, taking her hands in his. The pink glow returned and Emma stared at it. “I was miserable and alone, and had no idea what to do with myself. I was feeling quite lost. And Captain’s appearance was the first time I felt like, you know, maybe I could do all this stuff.”

“‘All this stuff?’” she echoed.

“Being a witch,” he said with a laugh. “I didn’t really feel like I could do it, you know? Without Liam.”

She nodded in understanding.

And then she kissed him again.

And then, of course, everything went to shit.