Wolfrik Bastian Wasserman

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If it weren’t for Wolfrik’s gauntly skinny frame, his height might be described as imposing. His mother and her family were not tall people, so Wolf believes that his unknown father is to thank for this gene. Although his sharply defined bone structure and pitch black, messily-styled hair could be referred to as handsome — especially in the alternative community — there is an off-putting aura to Wolfrik that most people can’t quite put their fingers on. With pallid skin and circles under his eyes so dark that it’s a mystery if they’re from eyeliner or exhaustion, it comes as no surprise that the dhampire practically has one foot in the grave. On his best days, Wolfie looks a bit edgy, and on his worst, he is straight up ghastly. This does not deter Wolfrik from making a fashion statement, however. He wears his grim aesthetic well, outfitting himself in a plethora of tattoos — some by his own hand — as well as dark, purposefully worn out clothing with a certain gothic-grunge appeal.

Tattoo Artist — Worked at a shop called Tätowierhandwerk in Düsseldorf, Germany prior to arriving in Edgetoun.

Being fresh to Edgetoun, Wolfrik is currently unaffiliated with any of the local factions, though he is not close-minded to the idea of joining one.

Everything about Wolfrik is unapologetic, from the way that he speaks, to his style choices, and especially his attitude. He inherited his free-spirited nature from his mother, as he was always encouraged to vocalize his emotions while he was growing up. “Use your words.” She had told him, and he hasn’t stopped doing just that since. This behavior has only been magnified by his discovery of who he is, and what it means to be a dhampire. Wolfrik now has something worthwhile to fight for, a greater cause, Other equality… a cure. While he dabbles in his own form of activism, Wolfie has also embraced the “you only live once” lifestyle of his species — including some of the more taboo aspects, like drug use and alcoholism. That said, he hasn’t lost his humanity, it’s one of the few things that he has left of his mother, and it would crush him to relinquish it. No matter how intense the pain gets, he refuses to drink human blood to alleviate it. There are other forms of escape, they might be ugly, but at least they aren’t cannibalistic.

Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, Wolfrik is not a monster. He hopes that he never will be. Wolfie is the type of soul that would give up his umbrella in a rainstorm, take the shirt off his back, or donate the last bit of the food in his cupboards to a person that seemed like they needed more than himself. Years of sitting on the other side of the tattoo artist’s chair has also made him a good listener, he loves hearing other people’s stories, and it often can improve the quality of their tattoos if he truly hears them out. He’s selfless, and he has a hell of a lot of love to give, with very few people left to give it to. Wolfrik breathes his emotional states into his artwork, whether it be in the form of spray paint on brick walls, or the ink under one’s skin, this is his legacy. Without a cure, Wolfrik may not live past the age of 35, but through his living artwork… he can be confident that at least some part of him will.

Born and raised in Düsseldorf, Germany, Wolfrik lived a simple and content life. Although his mother raised him as a single parent on a starving artist’s dime, he wanted for nothing. Having inherited Ilse’s creativity, the refrigerator of the Wasserman household was often plastered with the young boy’s pencil sketches and crayon drawings. His mother would proudly boast to her friends and colleagues about his gifts, fully believing that he would surpass her own artistic abilities one day. He was a talented kid, never very studious, but talented enough to make up for it, at least that was his mother’s hope.

The pair had a bond like none other. While Ilse had a decent sized family in Germany, having a child out of wedlock as a university student had unintentionally distanced her from them. Instead of letting her family’s cruelty depress her, Ilse poured all of her familial love into her only child. Wolfie was her rock just as much as she was his. This made keeping the truth of his heritage hidden from him difficult, and as the years progressed, keeping this secret grew even harder. Unfortunately for the both of them, the time for honesty came in the most brutal of ways.

Wolfrik was sick, but his mother was sicker. His brief, mysterious bouts of pain were nothing in comparison to the way that cancer had tore through her body. Wolfie was seventeen years old when he dropped out of school to support himself and his mother. Ilse hated this choice, but even she could not deny that him picking up work would ensure that the rent and medical bills got paid on time. Isle still struggled with how to admit the secrets she had been keeping from Wolfrik. Thankfully for her, she didn’t have to yet, as the treatments Ilse received were surprisingly effective, and she was soon in remission.

During this time, Wolfrik became established as a tattoo artist. He truly found himself in this profession. He was passionate about art, dedicated to his craft, and — despite his undiagnosed medical condition — he thrived. Although he could have afforded to strike out on his own, Wolf continued to live with his mother. He’d almost lost her once, and he’d be damned if he was going to leave her side. Fate disagreed with this sentiment, however, as Ilse’s cancer returned. She knew her days were numbered this time, so she finally told Wolfrik everything. Ilse admitted that his father was not some meaningless one night stand, as he had been led to believe up until then. His father was a professor at the university where Ilse had studied, whom she had fallen in love with, and his name at the time was Loki Albrecht. He had left town without notice before Ilse could tell him that she was pregnant with his child. It was as if he had died, gone like a ghost in the night, without any way for Ilse to contact him. Loki had broken her heart, he had changed her life, and... he was a vampire.



That last part was the hardest piece of information to swallow. Wolfrik might have attributed her tales to nothing more than the ramblings of a dying woman, if there wasn’t something within him that resonated with this truth. He had to believe her, she was his mother, and there was no other explanation for his condition to date. When Ilse passed away soon after this revelation, it was both a devastation and a relief, for she was only living half a life towards the end. The loss of her broke Wolfrik, but not enough to keep him down forever. Ilse had left him with a drawing and half of a name, and that was all that Wolfrik needed to begin the investigation of his paternity. For years, it was nothing more than dead-end searches and rabbit holes. Wolf discovered the term dhampire, and what it meant for him, but his father remained a mystery. It wasn’t until the mass outing of the Other that Wolfrik got any real leads. It was much easier to find the whereabouts of old vampires named ‘Loki’ with the sudden rise of “Dhampire Meetup” groups online to join and discuss your paternal search with, especially when you have a hand drawn picture of the man to reference. Wolfrik now finds himself with a full name, a one-way plane ticket to Edgetoun, and an indescribable amount of emotions swirling within himself.

Full list to be decided upon Wolfrik’s arrival in Edgetoun. He has researched the local tattoo shops on the internet and has an interest in applying as an artist at STRAIGHT EDGE for the duration of his stay in town, however long that stay may be.

Ilse Wasserman, mother, deceased.
Loki Van Stenberg, father, alive
Monika Linnewerth, ex-girlfriend, alive

Norah Evans.

Sixteen. _{{Died in 1937.}}

Helps new ghosts adjust to life and has become an amateur ghost detective! Who has yet to solve a case in the past twenty years, but she's trying!

Undead Anonymous. Norah is a very active member.

She may be dead, but Norah is definitely not lacking in life! If anything, since her death, Norah has become more ᴠɪᴠᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ and ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ. Despite being of the ghostly kind, Norah thinks its important to live the last of her undead life and maybe she thinks that if she’s animated, she can trick herself into thinking that she still is alive. (It would maybe help if she didn’t know only other ghosts…) On top of her lively behavior, Norah can be decidedly ᴄʜɪʟᴅɪꜱʜ and her ᴍɪꜱᴄʜᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ nature can sometimes lead to other ghosts mistaking her as something akin to a poltergeist on first glance. Her childishness mostly comes to schoolyard insults and sticking out her tongue when she doesn’t get what she wants plus her love for the dramatics. When she’s not stomping away huffily, Norah’s interactions with others are more along the ꜱɴᴀʀᴋy route. Though she’s not a particularly dry or easily annoyed person, Norah likes to show her intelligence through ᴡɪᴛᴛy quips – her ꜱᴀʀᴄᴀꜱᴛɪᴄ remarks are more for a humorous effect than to be particularly biting, however.

Despite having a lively personality and a friendly disposition, Norah is a person that can be hard to like at times. She is of the ʙʟᴜɴᴛ variety which, rather than having her come off as endearingly honest, mostly ends up with her being ᴀʙʀᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ and particularly ᴀɪʀy in regards to important issues. Norah has always been a ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ child, too, and that hasn’t worn off since her passing. She’s the type to spend hours mulling over newfound information and go snooping around to learn more. It can be a bit of an annoyance at times, Norah never really knows when to mind her own business.

It’s a bit of a bummer to realize that Norah has been dead longer than she was ever alive. The ghost hardly remembers what it was like to live, even though she remembers her life before her death.

Norah lived during the 1920s to the 1930s, for sixteen blissful years. If she could describe her life in one word, it would be happy. She lived with her parents and her little sister, Audrey, in a large home bought with her dad’s old money blood. The Evans family was a bit materialistic, yes, but Norah tends to think that their love abounded their wealth in droves. Norah is a bit delusional in that prospect, perhaps; she has been so removed from life that she tends to romanticize that period of her existence. Truth be told, the Evans family was dysfunctional, as most families were at that time. Her naivety while alive obscured the fact that her mother was having affairs and that her father was drinking his pain away. Still, her parents loved her and Audrey which was enough at the time.

Norah wishes she could pinpoint exactly why she died – she knows the how, but the why continuously escapes her grasp. Her death was pointless violence, it seems, a murder without motive. She remembers her death, sometimes can still feel it in this hyper-focus that would have caused her skin to shake if she still had skin. She had been washing her hands in the ladies’ restroom at a restaurant near Crowley High, the school she attended. Norah didn’t think much of it when her classmate had approached her from behind – she was not a victim of bullying and had no personal enemies, and the restaurant was popular enough to run into classmates there, so why should she have been scared? Norah just assumed that Milly Deighton wanted to talk to her about something; perhaps homework due the next day? She didn’t expect for the slightly taller and slightly stronger girl to shove her into the sink she had previously been washing her hands in or for Milly to grasp her at the roots of her hair to push her face under the running water. Still, Norah didn’t fear for her life – thought it was a simple scuffle caused by a misunderstanding, and like hell was she going to let Milly bloody Deighton push her around like nothing. Norah fought back, raking her fingers down Milly’s neck and pushing her knuckles into the delicate bones of her cheek. In return, the Deighton girl pummeled her and from there, Norah can’t remember much of the brawl – it was a mess of her grabbing whatever she could and punching wherever she could, Milly doing the same. At some point, Milly had reached back and grasped something long and blunt.

It wasn’t until Norah flickered to undeath the day after, in a dirty restaurant bathroom of all places, that Norah realized that Milly fucking Deighton bludgeoned her to death. After that, Norah really didn’t know what there was for her to do. She was a ghost who could barely interact with objects and had no one to talk to; she roamed the halls of her previous school, searched Milly’s belongings to find what would have led to her death, destroyed the restauraunt’s bathroom when she couldn’t find a reason for her death. It was a pointless death, something that angered Norah more than the fact that she was killed. Tens years into her ghostly wanderings of the school halls, Norah was taken in by another ghost who showed her the ropes. Eventually, Norah became an active member Undead Anonymous just so she would have something to do.

In the modern day, Norah spends her time haunting the school she used to attend – out of some weird envy that Norah can’t really explain, like if she burns holes into the students with her stare enough they’ll see her and become her living friends. When not haunting the school, Norah is spending time with Undead Anonymous or helping new ghosts. At times, she tries to help the ghosts move on by solving their murders in an attempt to avoid the fact that she hasn’t moved on yet. Her parents have long been dead, too, and the only living relative she has left is her widowed younger sister who Norah had spent twenty years trying to contact before giving up. Norah hates being a ghost – who wouldn’t? – but there’s nothing she can really do about it. There’s a weird sense of need for closure that prevents her from moving on, though Norah doesn’t really know what closure she needs. So, Norah just tries to pass the time as best as she can until maybe something clicks and she moves on.

Kaytlin Devlin

35 [55 (She's been a ghost for about twenty years)]

Most people notice Kaytlin's hair first. It is long and flowy. She, as a living human, spent a lot of time caring for her naturally red hair. Her face is fair with only a few freckles marring its otherwise perfect skin. Kaytlin's nose is sharp, and if she had been a bit vainer, then she had been in life Kaytlin probably would have had a nose job. Now her vanity has all but left her. She has accepted she cannot change her appearance ever again. She dresses in business clothes. A strong holdover from being a lawyer.

"A living? What am I buying the ghost of a chicken to eat? Though considering how much the world is changing, I might have to find a way to make money."
In reality, Kaytlin works for her sister Evelyn at the law firm that they had opened together. She often does fieldwork but does a lot of paperwork and research.

Undead Anonymous - She only joined a few years ago after she started talking with Jess

Kaytlin is what you would call vain. Or she had been in life. Something that she is thankful for now since she is stuck looking like this forever. Kaytlin's afterlife has mostly been focused on trying to figure out what happened the night her husband murdered her and continuing to work at Driscoll.

Otherwise, Kaytlin is a tenacious and stubborn woman who wanted to prove herself and earn her place in the upper-class echelons. Now she is ready to fight for her rights and keep living in her old home. There has to be a way to get legal rights for ghosts so they won't be painfully exorcised. Kaytlin likes to think she has a good sense of humor. She can be scathingly sarcastic though, and after having spent so much time not having people hear her, she doesn't filter it as much as she used to. She can see why some older ghosts go crazy. She fears that after Evelyn dies, she will go that route not long after (especially if Evelyn doesn't become a ghost too).

Kaytlin spent her childhood studying and her early adulthood becoming a lawyer. She met her husband, the man who later shot her in the head, at law school. The two became a formidable pair and opened a successful law firm with Evelyn and William.

Two weeks after Kaytlin's 35th birthday Gerald shot her twice in the head. It was almost two months before Kaytlin can recall anything. She doesn't know if she was even conscious during that time, or if something was happening to her that she just can't remember. She did visit her sister's house after to see her. Evelyn saw her almost right away and started crying. She thought she had gone crazy at first.

The first few years were boring and rather important. Kaytlin tested what it was to be a ghost and the rules that now bound her. She met Jess during this time. The two had never known each other in life, but became fast friends in the afterlife.

Things started getting interesting when a family moved into the townhouse she had owned and now "lived." The young daughter of the family, May, was able to see Kaytlin. It might have been because the girl was only five years old, or maybe there was special about her. Kaytlin cares for the child and has made good friends with her over the last seven years. May had told her parents about the ghost, and they never believed her. Until now.

Now that the other's are revealed the family believes their now 12-year-old daughter and is trying to "evict" Kaytlin. They are "nice" about it at least and haven't tried to exorcise her.

"HAHA Haunts, thanks"
- Her home
- Jess's home
- Driscoll Law Firm
- And where ever undead anonymous meets

Sister - Evelyn Driscoll
Brother-in-law - William Driscoll
May - 12-year-old girl Kaytlin has been the "imaginary" friend for the last seven years
Jess - Another ghost that is part of the Undead Anonomys group

"Emma is smart. If she applied herself a bit more, she would have a lot of opportunities open up to her. "
Emma has babysat May from time to time. At first, Emma thought it was cute that May still had an imaginary friend. Then her *incident* happened, and Emma's worldview opened up. She could see Kaytlin after that. The two spoke, and Emma later introduced Kaytlin to Colin.

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"Poor kid. Finding out the truth about himself seems to have destroyed him. I cannot imagine what he is going through."
The two met through the joint meetings of half-lives and UA about six months ago. The meetings are intense, and Kaytlin has come to care for those who suffer because of their parentage. She understands some of their sufferings, but cannot fathom what it would be like to learn a parent was a vampire. Kaytlin had already started letting those at the meetings that if they needed help with legal paperwork for whatever reason she would happily help them.

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"I've known Alistair longer than I've been dead. I didn't know he was an Other back then. It is convenient knowing someone else who is post-mortem so close to my own home. I've given him some legal advice since I became a ghost and he was kind enough to offer some help with moving on."
They aren't "friends," but who is friends with Alistair. Kaytlin would probably have never known Alistair was an Other if he hadn't been such a gossip and was talking with the family one day and saw her. The two later struck up a conversation, and he offered to help her move on, her response was simple "Well if you can figure out why my husband murdered me that would be lovely. But of course he is also dead, and I have yet to see him...so good luck." Alistair has since asked Kaytlin for legal advice a few times over the subsequent years, which she has been happy to provide.

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"I haven't seen Louise in ages. She was doing some interning at Driscoll when she was in school. I wonder what happened to her?"
While Lousie was on her trek to becoming a lawyer she had spent some time at Driscoll for an internship program. She never met Kaytlin who was long dead by then. The name may have been said in passing. Or she might have even heard Evelyn talking to a seemingly empty room. The two have not met in the years since Louise became a vampire.

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"She reminds me of ... well me."
Vanessa's personality is close enough to Kaytlin's that they get along in the small bursts that they see each other. They were introduced by Alistair. Vanessa makes it a point to see Kaytlin when she's in town, which Kaytlin appreciates.

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Abigale Baker
Abigale Avery
Gale Baily
Abi Douglas

12 [Over 900, but she doesn't know what year she was born so she can't say for certain]

Abby looks to be about 12 years old, or maybe 15 at the oldest. It is hard to put a finger on how old she was when she was turned and depending on how much effort she puts into her appearance she can fake an older age. She does, no matter hard she tries, looks like a minor.

She has dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Her skin is fair, even more so then it would have been if she hadn't been turned into a vampire, though she does have a smattering of freckles across her face. Her jawbone is sharp, and she still has the undernourished look of a peasant.

Abby, having lived for so long, is capable of fitting in among high society or surviving in the wilderness. She can in one minute speak with the best of them, and the next drop pretenses.

Active in the Collective. She helps new vampires and dhampirs get into safer situations. She also is the one called if there are questions about the Methuselah since she had been a member's daughter of their organization for a couple of hundred years.

Ex-Methuselah (not a voting member but at the side of one for the better part of 200 years) now a current member of the Collective. Fairly active in the Collective now.

Abby is smart. She has had a lot of practice at dealing with people and has learned as much as she could. She makes sure to keep up to date on developments and had a cell phone before they were cool. She lets people underestimate her, who would be afraid of a child. Sometimes though Abby lets herself be a child, which would be a lot easier if she could go outside during daylight hours.

Simply put though Abby carries a lot of guilt and with it depression that digs deep into her. The phrase "Those who smile brightest are the saddest" is appropriate to use when speaking of Abby. She doesn't let it stop her though. She is determined to help as many people as she can and maybe fix this terrible world just a little bit more.

Abby Baker was born some 900+ years ago to a baker. The next twelve-ish years are something Abby doesn't remember that well. She would say with fondness in her voice that it was as she remembered happy times though. She was turned mostly on accident, but her sire found it amusing to have a child.

It was a dark couple hundred of years that Abby has done her best to forget. She regrets all of that time, and since then tries to make up for it. It was around this time that Abby met Alister. At first, it was not on the best of terms. After a few tense meetings though Alister was able to convince Abby that her sire and his ilk were evil and Abby's actions in the last centuries had been vile.

Since Abby's encounter with Alistair and subsequent leaving of the Methuselah, she has made it a point to help Vampires in similar bad situations, including dhampirs. In recent years she has done a bit of traveling with an adult-looking vampire friend of hers that has helped her get around without making the humans curious about her.

Since the whole situation with Bloodfang came up, Abby decided to get into London and see if any damage control was possible.

Though Abby wouldn't have called London home, she does own a small home in the neighborhood, as well as a frequent visitor of Alistair's.


It is always a bit awkward going out. There are few places that cater to a child alone, let alone to a child alone late at night. As a Vampire owned and operated bar though most of the older crowd have seen a few times to know she fits in here better than other places.

Pearl - Abby's vampire friend that she has been traveling with for the last couple of years.
Antipater, known as Peter last Abby heard - Abby's sire, not someone she would consider a friend

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"Alistair is like a brother. He brought me out of the dark."
For Abby, Alistair is the person who saved her from her sins. That was a long time ago, but Abby still trusts Alistair's opinion.

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"Olivia is a friendly kid, though I guess she isn't a child anymore"
Says the child-looking 900-year-old. Abby met her by chance a few years ago in Red Lake while doing a research mission and initiation. The two haven't ran into each other in recent times.

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"Theo is my oldest friend, and he is family."
Theo is family, a cousin of sorts. Their sires were sired by the same person. The two of them met each other numerous times while "growing-up". Sometime later in their life, they met back up, and while they are in different factions now, their familial ties keep them friendly. And at times they lean on each other.

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"Isn't she the woman who was murdered 20 something years ago."
Abby has met Kaytlin in passing through Alistair.

Amara Marie Dulcis.

22 (27)

9-5 haunter, secondary job as the life of the party.

The army of the dead, probably.

”Hey there boo!”
Amara is in it to win it. But only if it is your number, pants, or bed. Otherwise, hard pass. She gives everything to try and live the most normal extremely fantastic life she can now that she is dead and, much to Kaitlyn’s chagrin she downright refuses to attend ghost therapy – or whatever they call it. Besides, if she ever tires of her immortal but fleeting life she can just ask Nick to help her solve her problems or murder or whatever makes her poof out. Otherwise she’s living at 100 at all times. But is has left a huge hole in her heart. The size of which is only comparable to a mickey of vodka. As a ghost she can’t get drunk or reduce any amount of her sobriety which has been… Trying.

Past that, Amara is still a person, sort of. She definitely has emotions she is just so quick to push them away that she doesn’t worry too much. She just tries to make sure she’s still around for another day, not matter what. Really, she’s afraid to die… Again. She has her lows, undoubtedly every once in a while Nick will even hear a few quiet tears and sniffling - even if he might now be able to tell just where Amara is. Even still, she’s still alive. And if you ask her, if she can still listen to Queen and get laid, she’s living her best life.

Once upon a time Amara was just a 22 year old girl who was getting engaged. Pretty young, honestly. But when you were raised by a single hippy botanist you tended to move quickly and in any direction that faced away. He was a nice enough man, but he was also lax to the extreme. Her girlfriend and soon to be fiance understood, it was a complicated situation at home. Her name was supposed to be Lucy though, so at least it wasn't that. Still, though it wasn't the easiest name for substitute teacher's to spell. Either way, she made a life of her own. She was studying in a small college setting to do electrician work - on the weekends and at nights her and her girlfriend partied and it was a simple but pretty fun life, frankly.

Amara's girlfriend's name was... It was... Well it's hard to recall things when you're dead. But she was definitely nice and had... Not blonde hair? Probably not. Regardless, they were meeting to go somewhere for something important, which was when Amara needed to fill up her gas tank. She decided she'd get one of those super tacky gas station post cards to remember the occasion. She knew the thing was happening – she just kind of… She… They were far apart? For some reason?

Anyway, she never made it out of the gas station. She actually never even managed to turn before taking a 12 gauge to the side of her body. She isn’t sure at all about… Well any of it. She just died, kind of randomly. But okay, let’s lift the mood – don’t want to be a downer. After that she… Well she wandered depressed, but cut her some slack! She just got shot with a shotgun! This isn’t Call of Duty that shit hurts!

About a year later she became less depressed and more, like, confused??? Why was she still here? What can she even do? The next two years were years of experimentation. She kind of forgot about her girlfriend except for the concept that she had one. It sounds bad, but, whatever she couldn’t help it. She quickly discovered that she could not, in fact, drink her way through the remaining years of her life. Which, speaking of which – do ghosts die twice? Research was done, and according to Dragon Ball Z – yep they do. They die twice and then they lose their cute lil halo and die forever so, yeah, avoid Kamehameha’s.

The past two years have been filled with late night hookups and biding time until she has enough energy to do that again. She recently started haunting rooming with a cop who she is pretty sure is also like a werewolf or something. So that’s like a 7/10 on the scale of 10/10 roommates. Now her days are filled with being pestered by Kait to be a better person, yelling at Nick to find a way for her to have more energy since working out isn’t physically possible, and trying to discover the actual Holy Grail. At least, as long as the Holy Grail is filled with a liquor that ghosts can drink. That’s the real prize.

_{heh, haunts}


Imagine a gladiatorial arena from ancient Rome. That is Yelena, okay – obviously there’s no fat white guy deciding the fate of the fighters, that’s just tinder. But generally speaking almost the exact same. It is a hunting ground, proving ground and – pretty sure there’s just a normal amount of ground there as well.


Mama always said, find something you’re good at..

She had a girlfriend, and assumedly a family?