Gabriel Could Be Counted On To Be There For The Coven And It Was With A Kind Smile That She Looked At

[ MELISA ASLI PAMUK, 34, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] AMARA AYDIN just walked down main street. They are a MANAGER who have been in Silverkeep for 3 YEARS. They are part of the DAWN coven and act as MEMBER. People know them as EMPATHIC & FRIENDLY but also as DISOBEDIENT & SECRETIVE. They are described as BARE FEET IN THE MORNING, THE SMELL OF RAIN IN THE AIR & ORNATE OLD FASHIONED RINGS.

There was a time when Amara had it all; family, friends, love. But it all went away slowly. First, her parents died in an accident, then friends were lost as she grieved the dual deaths, and then, tragedy struck again as her fiancé was killed during war.

Grief was too much for her and she left behind whatever left she had, her sisters and the only life she ever knew, and moved to the United States.

First, she moved around a lot, unable to find a place that felt like home. What she needed was a coven, a place to ground herself and start over. New Orleans called to her and she decided to move there.

She hadn't been in the city for more than a month when she sought out the Dawn Coven and they welcomed her with open arms. She started to work at the Apothecary, finding her place among the other witches of the city.

Still, there are moments when Amara lets the darkness of her past swallow her and becomes sharper around the edges.

ELODIE YUNG as ELEKTRA NATCHIOS MARVEL’S DAREDEVIL | S02E08, Guilty as Sin

—  BRENNAN’S / OPEN 

What a fucking day this was. Charlotte had been woken up way too early with the awful news. It wasn't one of her own, that she knew, didn't even have to ask to know. Her trust in them was complete, absolute. But the facts could not be denied either. Animal attack, that was the official culprit. It had been years since such a thing had been used in Silverkeep, long enough that suspicions were not present. Except for those who knew better. Day drinkers were not many and Brennan's opened at noon, serving a very small menu and that was where Charlotte was, behind the bar, as usual. "Fucking awful," she groaned to the person sitting at the bar. "This doesn't happen here." Because they had a system, a way of doing things. Because her father had made sure it didn't and she was supposed to do the same thing. What a great job she was doing.

[ ADRIA ARJONA, 33, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] BEATRIZ BURGOS just walked into the French Quarter. They are a HUNTER/BOOKSTORE CLERK who has been in New Orléans for 3 WEEKS. They are AWARE of the supernatural. People know them as INTELLIGENT & ADAPTABLE but also as ESCAPIST & DUPLICITOUS. They are described as SHARP EYES, AN ALWAYS WORKING MIND, FAINT AFTERTASTE OF COFFE.

DEATH & MURDER TW

From the moment she was born, Beatriz had only eyes for her father, something that made her mother laugh. She would take care of the infant all day long and the moments the baby heard the car stop in the driveway, the motherly care was long forgotten.

When her father started to travel for work, mother and daughter would get along well, spend time together, and forge memories that would last a lifetime, but all of that went out the door as soon as her father came back. It became a teasing point between the two parents and when Beatriz got older, something to tease her with too. Despite the favoritism, the Burgos were a tight-knit family.

Ten years ago, news of her father's passing hit Beatriz with the full force of grief. The fact that her mother became withdrawn and kept the details of her father's passing didn't help. Suddenly, Beatriz found herself fighting her mother, pushing against what was told.

Beatriz started to ask questions, too many of them, and it eventually got her in trouble, the kind she wasn't prepared for. Attacked by a vampire, and saved by a hunter, a world she never knew existed opened up in front of her. The hunter knew her father and was the one to tell her the truth; he was killed during a hunt. All the traveling she did for work was him going on hunts and Beatriz felt like her whole was a lie.

After that night, Beatriz started to train hard and became a hunter herself, with only one goal, finding her father's killer and avenging him. It lead her to New Orleans and she's not stopping at anything to get to the bottom of it.

Zoey had barely touched her meal and Charlotte couldn't blame her. She had barely eaten yet, surviving mostly on coffee. She would have to go to the town square later tonight, to see if anything could be tracked and she didn't want to do it at all. "Yeah, dad and the others worked hard for things like that to be keep far from here." They were both very younger the last time such a thing happened. "I hope not but honestly? It's not looking good for them." Maybe she should have reassured her sister, lie and tell her that everything would be fine. But that had never been her style. Charlotte never liked when people kept her in the dark and she made certain her siblings knew what was going on. Even when Zoey was a child, Charlotte did her best to explain things as they were. Maybe she had screwed up her sister for life by not protecting her from the truth, but if there was damage done to any of the Brennan, the Alpha blamed their mother for it. "Have you walked by the town's square?" Not that Charlotte wanted her sister to see such a gruesome thing. There was something strong in her, a need to protect her siblings. "The council had me go early this morning, before the news got out and I have to go back later. See if I can pick up a track or something."

zoey’s mind had been preoccupied since the discovery of the body. she had come to grab a bite, but she hadn’t touched her meal yet. one hand supported her head, elbow on the counter, while the other turned the glass of water next to her plate endlessly. in her mind, she kept going back to the town square.

her sister’s words brought her back to the family bar and the younger brennan hummed in agreement. “it’s been a while.” she shifted ever so slightly in her seat. “do you think the other two students will share the same fate?” she was mindful of the ears in the bar. her question seemed simple, in place, but it contained darker implications. she wondered: will they die if they hadn’t already been killed and will their bodies be displayed as well if they had?

Apparently it does. The words sank deep in Charlotte and she couldn't deny them. It had happened here, the other was right. Still, it angered her, somehow. Charlotte couldn't say if it was because of what happened or because it was being put in her face. She had to turn around not to try and stare him down, a second to control herself. She had been a brawler once, not thinking before rush head first, but she couldn't do that anymore, hadn't been that version of herself in a while. "Wonder if they'll arrest the animal who did that," she said with a tired smile. That was the official cover up, one they hadn't use in a long time. "Guess it happens more often in zip codes near a forest or something." Downplaying it was what she had to do, what was expected of her. "Can I get you anything?" / @tcurniquets

Those that were in the know knew. Now, this level of brutality was something that Cord didn't need — he wasn't really into the whole human aspect of things. They tended to just get in the way, if he was honest. Thought they were powerful. Then, you had people like the Crescent pack who patronized them by pretending to work with them. Most might've called it a noble cause, but Cord saw it for what it was. Fear, in both directions. He needed something to eat, he'd been awake since well before dawn. Unsure that he liked it here, he preferred places he could roam. But he was here, and that was that. "Apparently, it does," Cord drawled. "What's the old saying..." Cord tried to think of the leasing agent that showed him his property and her nervous chuckle of, "Crime doesn't have a zip code, or so I was told."