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Location | The streets → His garage
Time | 12:00 - 2:15 PM
Interactions | A VM from AJ, a text to Gwennie, and a convo with moms, Angela Reyes
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Leaving the parking lot after saying goodbye to his closest friends sucked ass. Chris might look the part of a tough guy, and he is, but he’s still got feelings. And during that departure, they were some sad feels. He wished that he could be going with them. He wished that money wasn’t such an object and that he could be just as young and free as they were. But he wasn’t, and that might suck, but that’s just life. Life can suck sometimes.

It wasn’t all bad though. Chrysler had the open road tearing beneath his tires, and the sultry tones of his favorite disk jockey in his ears. So… life didn’t always suck. Wait, did Gwen just say she loved him on live radio?! Holy shit, that was historical, and it put a smile on his face. Taking a spin through the rolling hills of the rich and famous, Chris tore like a bat outta hell. Travelling simply for the joy of riding. Guess that’s why they call it joyriding. After having blown off some steam, Chrysler returned home and parked his bike beside his mother’s sedan in the driveway.

On teenage reflex, Chris reached into his pocket for his phone immediately upon being stationary. He had forgotten that it had died sometime during his ride, cutting the radio to silence in his helmet. Ehh, whatever, most of his friends were off on their journey and wouldn’t be contacting him for a bit anyway. Gwen was still doing her thing. And he was about to see his moms, so that’s about it as far as people who would be trying to reach him.

Chris hefted the garage door open to reveal a rust bucket of a Ford within. This was his personal trade program-issued practice vehicle, which he planned to tinker with for a few hours as a way to “study” for tomorrow’s first practical exam. The punk teen tossed his phone onto his work desk and plugged it into the grease-covered charger, not bothering to turn it on as it charged. He spent the next one and half hours or so belly up under the jacked vehicle — adjusting parts, checking belts, listing off the names of everything in his head.

Deciding it was time for a smoke and snack break, Chris rolled out from under the car and stood up. He fished a pack of cigs and his lighter out of the pocket of the leather jacket he had tossed over a chair before going to work. Lighting up and taking a drag, Chris unplugged his phone and turned it on to check his notifications. His work-soiled fingers left smudges across the screen as he scrolled and tapped to see a missed phone call and voicemail from AJ.

“Christ… already?” He mumbled to himself and clicked the button to have a listen. AJ was usually a lengthy message leaver. Dude just loved to hear himself monologue. But this message? This was a doozy. From ‘Sucks to suck, man’ all the way to ‘You’re dead, pendejo’ AJ’s dumb ass must have forgotten to actually hang up and recorded a message until the phone cut him off. Chrysler shook his head at the earful he just got, only moderately concerned for his friend's well-being. It’s not like AJ was alone, the whole crew sans himself would have his back. But, the least he could do as a certified best friend was check in.

To: Bumble
been gone two hours and already fucked up smh
way to bumble it
who’d you piss off?
voice sounds mad familiar
either way, sounds like a time to talk with your money and not your damn mouth
call a mechanic and keep your teeth bruh

To: Gwennie
AJ ran some spanish dude off the road
he sounded pissed
but that’s not why im textin
Bitch why don’t I see any afternoon pics on my phone?
also, love you too ;)

Pocketing his phone with a smirk, Chris snuffed out his butt of a cigarette in a coffee can on top of his work desk. He put the lid back on the can and headed towards the door that lead to the dining room and kitchen area of the house. Just as he was about to grip the handle, the door swung open and he was nearly nose to nose with his mother.

The youthful woman jumped back with a start. “Anak ng putang ina!” Angela Reyes exclaimed loudly, falling into her native tongue out of shock. Recovering slightly, she switched to english in a heavy filipino accent. “YOU ARE GIBING ME A HEART ATTACK RIGHT NOW!” She said, her right hand fluttering over her heart for emphasis.

“Sorry.” Chris responded, equally surprised but nowhere near as dramatic or jumpy as his moms. “I was just coming inside for something to eat.” He explained and waited for her to step out of his path. Instead, her nostrils flared out slightly and she squinted like an angry asian bird of prey. Oh… fuck. He knew that look.

“What’s that smell? Were you SMOKING out here?” The short woman scolded with her hands going to her hips now. Boy, if looks could kill, a pissed off flip mama could be a fucking nuclear missile.

“No.” He lied quickly out of reflex. “It’s …exhaust?” He was working on a car. Had he been more confident in it, it could be a believable deception. The look on her face said it wasn’t, and before he knew it, a deft hand reached up to biff him upside the head.

“Don’t you lie to me, anak.” She replied sharply, but most of her initial poison had dissipated with the swat. His mother stepped out of the way to let him in and closed the door behind him. “If you’re hungry, you can eat some rice. Is Gwen coming for dinner? I’m making adobo.”

Chris shrugged. “Dunno, I’ll ask her.”

This was just business as usual in the Reyes household.

| City of Dreams |

VAMPIRE - 630 YRS - TURNED - WORKS WITH THE ARTOIS FAMILY
VALUES & PROTECTS HUMANS
MISTRUSTFUL OF MOST SUPERNATURAL CREATURES (MOSTLY WOLVES, BUT THEY AREN'T AS MUCH OF A PROBLEM IN THE NEW WORLD'S CITIES), VENGEFUL, COLD, AFRAID TO LOVE, BROKEN, BEAUTIFUL, ARTISTIC, DETERMINED
PROFESSIONAL SUPERNATURAL HITWOMAN

Béatrix de la Croix
FC: Kate Beckinsale, 8FD8EF


VAMPIRE - 63 YRS - PUREBLOOD ROYAL - YOUNGEST SON OF DMITRI TEPES
HUMANS ARE EDIBLE PLAYTHINGS
REBELLIOUS TOWARDS TRADITIONAL VALUES, A TOUCH DERANGED, HAS MOMMY ISSUES, FINDS FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES, GROWS OBSESSIVE OVER CERTAIN TOPICS AND PEOPLE TO THE POINT OF GETTING REALLY WEIRD ABOUT IT, PARTY ANIMAL, NAIVE/IRRESPONSIBLE, A VAMPIRE "TEENAGER" IN ALMOST EVERY WAY, CHARMING, STUPIDLY BOLD
DABBLES A LITTLE BIT IN THE FAMILY REAL ESTATE BUSINESS

Niklaus "Niko / Klaus" Tepes
FC: Dominic Sherwood, AA91D2

| City of Dreams |

@HaleyTheRandom It's pronounced with a heavy emphasis on the 'hoe' ;];]

| City of Dreams |

I'm so down for this, as you know.
~ Ghost

Due North

@AtomicNut
Lol! Not at all! I'm glad you caught on to that, because I planned to include a little "scolding" in her intro post.

Due North

Miss Lena

51

Miss Lena has a rather imposing presence in a room. Be it her somewhat aloof, stoic gaze or her tall, dutch stature — it feels like she is always looking over your shoulder. That said, it is more like the watchful eye of a diligent schoolmarm rather than anything malicious. Probably… Having just recently passed her fifth decade, Miss Lena is a woman showing the signs of aging, although she is trying very hard to combat them. The rising number of younger women present in the manor, paired with the fact that Lena has never taken a husband, has caused Lena to become increasingly preoccupied with her appearance.

While on the job, Lena’s face is always powdered and rouged, with a pleasant burgundy shade painted on her lips. Her hair, whose grays have been masked with black dye, is always perfectly pinned up in a braided bun, chignon, french twist, or various other updos convenient to keep her hair out of her face while cooking. If you were to see her after she has retired for the night, her mane falls in thick natural waves just past her shoulder blades. As for fashion, Miss Lena wears long, simple dresses in darker colors, which are very often topped with an apron that is covered with flour and various other ingredients. While she does usually wear a soft floral fragrance, Lena’s work often leads to her smelling like fresh baked bread or the spices of whatever meal she has recently been preparing.

As the Northam’s personal chef, Lena has lived in the manor for longer than Lord Northam himself has graced this earth. The Lord’s late parents hired her as an all around housekeeper when she was nineteen and she has loyally stuck with the family ever since. When the Northam’s hired the two younger girls to take over the cleaning duties, Lena was able to focus on the aspects of her position that she is most passionate about, which is cooking and baking. And looking after the younger children of the manor, of course.

Lena van der Meer is nothing if not an extremely dedicated woman. She has spent her life in service to the Northam family and not only does her job well, but does it with a smile. Having never started a family of her own, she delighted in being present to help raise the Northam children. Miss Lena has grown wise in her years and, in a maternal way, she has been known to give advice to the family, houseguests, and other staff members. Her words can either be like those of a kindly grandmother, or a person serving up a dish of tough love. Lena isn’t afraid to tell it like she sees it, especially now that she has so permanently grown into her position in the house. Lena is focused on propriety and order, in both the household and particularly among the female members of the manor. If anything is seen as improper or going against her traditional values, Lena will call it out and perhaps even scold it. This is all done in good heart and faith, of course, as Miss Lena only wants what is best for the family that took her in and has become her own.

All of these things being true, Lena has a paranormal secret that can influence her personality. While she does not know the word for it, nor would she refer to herself as such, Miss Lena is a medium. Even further than that, she is an empath. The ghosts that roam the halls of Manor North at night speak to her and, in moments of weakness, they can speak through her. For years, Lena tried to close herself off to them, to feign normalcy. But time and aging have taken a toll on Miss Lena’s spiritual fortitude and her mind has become more open to letting them in. When this happens, Lena is prone to bouts of uncharacteristic attitudes and emotions. Jealousy, bitterness, anger, and deep sorrow, to name a few. With the recent changes regarding the appointment of Alexander as Lord of Manor North, the feelings of jealousy and bitterness intensified. Whether this has something to do with the displeasure of Northams long passed, or Lena’s own feelings of entitlement, has yet to be determined. Perhaps both?

Ghost aren’t real. There is no afterlife on earth, only that which is beyond the gates of heaven, or the fiery pits of hell. These are things that every good christian is raised to believe. These were beliefs that every good christian family had. So when Miss Lena began openly talking about her “imaginary” friends as a child, the van der Meer’s grew concerned. When Miss Lena began talking about their names — the names of family members long passed that she had never even known — the van der Meer’s took action. Lena was sent away for religious correction. Clearly, she was possessed. This was the devil’s work! In order to “save” their little girl, the van der Meer’s shipped her off to the church, where she remained until she turned eighteen — reciting scripture and pretending to be normal whilst being the furthest thing from it. The religious surroundings did not stifle her abilities, more ghosts roamed the halls of that church than any Lena had ever known. Sad ghosts. Lost… broken souls, longing for the redemption that they were promised.

When Lena turned eighteen, she was as free as a woman could be at the time. Free to return to her family. To find a husband and start a family of her own. With her reputation as a woman tainted by evil, finding a good christian husband like her parent’s wanted proved difficult. Instead, Lena found work, and she found it at Manor North. The Northams were a wealthy, respectable family. Lena’s parents, of course, were thrilled that she had found a station with such a family, even if she was not to be wed. That could come with time and associating with the family, of course! But… it didn’t. Miss Lena worked as a housekeeper for the Northams all throughout her youth. She cooked, cleaned, shopped for household goods, and cared for the children. Lord Alexander was born just a few months after she had been hired, so Miss Lena has been present for the entire journey into the man that he is today.

In all this time, Lena has remained “Miss” Lena. She never wed, never even courted a man. That is not to say there weren’t opportunities. Plenty of handsome, single family members and guests passed through the halls of Manor North. But Lena was already married to her responsibilities. Married to the house. So she paid them little mind. Now that she is a woman passed her prime, she feels conflicted. She sees the way Alexander dotes on his young bride, and wonders about what she’s missed out on. She also looks at widowed Josephine, and feels like she should be thankful that she has missed out on love. But, despite the spirits in her head, Miss Lena is most definitely, woefully lonely.

Miss Lena believes that she was drawn to Manor North because of the great opportunity to work for and stay with a wealthy family, despite her tainted reputation. The true reason, however, is because the house and it’s otherworldly inhabitants wanted her here. As a medium and an empath, Lena could be their vessel. All things dark and dead could have a voice... through her.

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Color: A6ADD1}

Spectral Voices

Miss Lena

51

Miss Lena has a rather imposing presence in a room. Be it her somewhat aloof, stoic gaze or her tall, dutch stature — it feels like she is always looking over your shoulder. That said, it is more like the watchful eye of a diligent schoolmarm rather than anything malicious. Probably… Having just recently passed her fifth decade, Miss Lena is a woman showing the signs of aging, although she is trying very hard to combat them. The rising number of younger women present in the manor, paired with the fact that Lena has never taken a husband, has caused Lena to become increasingly preoccupied with her appearance.

While on the job, Lena’s face is always powdered and rouged, with a pleasant burgundy shade painted on her lips. Her hair, whose grays have been masked with black dye, is always perfectly pinned up in a braided bun, chignon, french twist, or various other updos convenient to keep her hair out of her face while cooking. If you were to see her after she has retired for the night, her mane falls in thick natural waves just past her shoulder blades. As for fashion, Miss Lena wears long, simple dresses in darker colors, which are very often topped with an apron that is covered with flour and various other ingredients. While she does usually wear a soft floral fragrance, Lena’s work often leads to her smelling like fresh baked bread or the spices of whatever meal she has recently been preparing.

As the Northam’s personal chef, Lena has lived in the manor for longer than Lord Northam himself has graced this earth. The Lord’s late parents hired her as an all around housekeeper when she was nineteen and she has loyally stuck with the family ever since. When the Northam’s hired the two younger girls to take over the cleaning duties, Lena was able to focus on the aspects of her position that she is most passionate about, which is cooking and baking. And looking after the younger children of the manor, of course.

Lena van der Meer is nothing if not an extremely dedicated woman. She has spent her life in service to the Northam family and not only does her job well, but does it with a smile. Having never started a family of her own, she delighted in being present to help raise the Northam children. Miss Lena has grown wise in her years and, in a maternal way, she has been known to give advice to the family, houseguests, and other staff members. Her words can either be like those of a kindly grandmother, or a person serving up a dish of tough love. Lena isn’t afraid to tell it like she sees it, especially now that she has so permanently grown into her position in the house. Lena is focused on propriety and order, in both the household and particularly among the female members of the manor. If anything is seen as improper or going against her traditional values, Lena will call it out and perhaps even scold it. This is all done in good heart and faith, of course, as Miss Lena only wants what is best for the family that took her in and has become her own.

All of these things being true, Lena has a paranormal secret that can influence her personality. While she does not know the word for it, nor would she refer to herself as such, Miss Lena is a medium. Even further than that, she is an empath. The ghosts that roam the halls of Manor North at night speak to her and, in moments of weakness, they can speak through her. For years, Lena tried to close herself off to them, to feign normalcy. But time and aging have taken a toll on Miss Lena’s spiritual fortitude and her mind has become more open to letting them in. When this happens, Lena is prone to bouts of uncharacteristic attitudes and emotions. Jealousy, bitterness, anger, and deep sorrow, to name a few. With the recent changes regarding the appointment of Alexander as Lord of Manor North, the feelings of jealousy and bitterness intensified. Whether this has something to do with the displeasure of Northams long passed, or Lena’s own feelings of entitlement, has yet to be determined. Perhaps both?

Ghost aren’t real. There is no afterlife on earth, only that which is beyond the gates of heaven, or the fiery pits of hell. These are things that every good christian is raised to believe. These were beliefs that every good christian family had. So when Miss Lena began openly talking about her “imaginary” friends as a child, the van der Meer’s grew concerned. When Miss Lena began talking about their names — the names of family members long passed that she had never even known — the van der Meer’s took action. Lena was sent away for religious correction. Clearly, she was possessed. This was the devil’s work! In order to “save” their little girl, the van der Meer’s shipped her off to the church, where she remained until she turned eighteen — reciting scripture and pretending to be normal whilst being the furthest thing from it. The religious surroundings did not stifle her abilities, more ghosts roamed the halls of that church than any Lena had ever known. Sad ghosts. Lost… broken souls, longing for the redemption that they were promised.

When Lena turned eighteen, she was as free as a woman could be at the time. Free to return to her family. To find a husband and start a family of her own. With her reputation as a woman tainted by evil, finding a good christian husband like her parent’s wanted proved difficult. Instead, Lena found work, and she found it at Manor North. The Northams were a wealthy, respectable family. Lena’s parents, of course, were thrilled that she had found a station with such a family, even if she was not to be wed. That could come with time and associating with the family, of course! But… it didn’t. Miss Lena worked as a housekeeper for the Northams all throughout her youth. She cooked, cleaned, shopped for household goods, and cared for the children. Lord Alexander was born just a few months after she had been hired, so Miss Lena has been present for the entire journey into the man that he is today.

In all this time, Lena has remained “Miss” Lena. She never wed, never even courted a man. That is not to say there weren’t opportunities. Plenty of handsome, single family members and guests passed through the halls of Manor North. But Lena was already married to her responsibilities. Married to the house. So she paid them little mind. Now that she is a woman passed her prime, she feels conflicted. She sees the way Alexander dotes on his young bride, and wonders about what she’s missed out on. She also looks at widowed Josephine, and feels like she should be thankful that she has missed out on love. But, despite the spirits in her head, Miss Lena is most definitely, woefully lonely.

Miss Lena believes that she was drawn to Manor North because of the great opportunity to work for and stay with a wealthy family, despite her tainted reputation. The true reason, however, is because the house and it’s otherworldly inhabitants wanted her here. As a medium and an empath, Lena could be their vessel. All things dark and dead could have a voice... through her.

_{Faceclaim: Femke Janssen
Color: A6ADD1}

Spectral Voices

Eden Alyse Bell

| | N I C K N A M E S | |

• Just ‘Eden’
• Her mother calls her Apple

| | A G E | |

16, 10/09

| | G E N D E R | |

Girl!

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bi-curious

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Free and flirty

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Twitch Thot Streamer. It’s not like a job job, but she gets money from it. Turns out people love tuning in an sending money and gifts to cute emo girls who do everyday things on camera, like putting on makeup, trying on outfits of the day and, of course, ASMR. Fast food ASMR mukbangs are a particular hit with her followers, for whatever reason. Once she’s eighteen, Eden is bound to end up in camgirl territory.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Sophomore

| | R O L E | |

Emo Scene Queen to the Extreme

| | L O O K | |

Eden’s Everyday Style

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• She changes her hair color at least once a month. It’s a bit wild, but somehow it’s still healthy? Lord only knows what witchcraft she’s using to keep that up.
• Keeps all of her food separate when she eats her meals. She usually saves the best section of food for last, to end on a high note.
• Almost always has some kind of lotion or body butter on hand. She absolutely hates dry skin, and likes to continuously smell nice.

| | D R E A M S | |

Eden dreams of falling in love and getting married and having a house full of cats and dogs. Maybe a kid, but mostly animals. As for a dream job… she hasn’t put much thought into it, but she likes modelling for Harlow’s photography. Maybe she could be an alternative model someday!

| | L I K E S | |

• Borrowing her sister’s clothes
• Shopping
• Hair dye
• Going to shows
• Emo boys
• Streaming/Her Sinners

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• The color red, it’s too harsh.
• When her foods mix.
• Drinking plain water, it’s better with flavor, even if it’s unsweetened.
• The moans from mom’s room.
• When she gets in legit fights with her sister, thankfully that isn’t often.
• The stuck up girls at the top of the BHHS social ladder. It’s stupid.

| | F E A R S | |

• Losing Harlow, physically or emotionally.
• Internet stalkers, like the kind that might take things too far and try to find her house.
• Getting cheated on, she caught a case of her mother’s crazy. Jealousy doesn’t bode well for future relationships.

| | H I S T O R Y | |

MY FIRST STREAM!
^{Originally Streamed: Jun 22, 2041}
There is the muffled crinkling sound of a hand adjusting the camera and microphone. The lense focuses on a teal-haired teenage girl with heavy, dark makeup. “...Welcome to the Garden of Eden.” She says after a few moments of silence, checking the viewfinder and ensuring that the stream is live. “As promised, I finally made a Twitch account! If you’re coming over from my Instagram, thanks bunches! If you just randomly clicked on this link from the new streamers section, welcome! My name is Eden. I’m starting high school in the fall, and I love all things alternative. I started out as an instagram model, but lots of you guys loved my Insta videos, so here I am! Live and in the flesh… sort of? Things that you guys can hope to see on this channel are makeup tutorials, beauty routines, outfits of the day, uhm… just you and I chatting together? I want to make this stream be whatever you guys want it to be. I should probably call you something other than “you guys”, huh? Streamers have gimmicks… hmm, I’ll try to think of a good one. Leave comments with your suggestions, maybe we can take a vote!” ...

TBT: DRAW MY LIFE
^{Originally Streamed: Oct 10, 2041}
“Hey Sinners! It’s thursday, and you know what that means — throwback time! My Sinners are always soooo curious about my life, so I thought we’d use this throwback thursday to try out an old YouTube trend. We’re going to...” Eden leans out of frame slightly, and returns with a white board and a rainbow array of dry erase markers. “Draw my life!” She announced excitedly, before adjusting the camera angle to do an over-the-shoulder view of her drawings. As she describes each step of the following story, she draws a small stick figure-like doodle to reflect the scene. “I’m totally shit at drawing, so I don’t even want to hear it in the chat, okay!” Eden looked over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at the camera. “We’ll start out the story in Illinois, where I was born. More specifically, Chicago. Just like everyone’s story starts, mine starts inside my mom’s belly. Take note of her short skirt… wait… her legs should be open more… that will make sense in a minute. The baby in her arms is my sister, Harlow. The guy on my mom’s left, is my father. But…” Eden crossed a big ‘X’ through the drawing of him. “He didn’t stick around for too long. He was gone before I could even reach my third birthday. And Mom… Mom moved on quick. Remember the legs thing? Yeah, it’s still a thing. Mom cycled through guy, after guy, after guy.” She drew a whole crowd’s worth of stick people around the drawing of her mother, and it wasn’t long before the drawing turned to scribbles. “You get the picture, mom’s a big slut. But, we love her, she took good care of Harlow and I. You see, me and my sister? We were best friends from the start. Mom didn’t even have to tell us to hold hands when we crossed the street, we did it automatically! I’ve always been sugar, and Harlow’s all spice, and together, we make a pretty damned good pie! But that spice I’m talking about, Harlow’s full of it. She’s the older sister, she was the first to act out. But she’s my captain, o’ captain, so of course I got in all of the same trouble, too. What was her’s, was mine, for better or for worse. She’d dress me up in clothes that she got using mom’s credit card, and then I’d model for her photo shoots. That’s how I came to meet you guys, my Sinners. If it wasn’t for my sister, my Instagram would have never taken off…”

SEEING DECIDUOUS DREAMS LIVE!!!
^{Originally Streamed: Feb 17, 2042}
“SINNERS! HOLY FUCK! It’s Eden here, reporting to you live from The Vic -motha-fuckin’- Theatre, where I am finally going to meet the man of my dreamsss! Sorry Remy, I’m totally coming to steal your boo. Do you think we’ll get to go backstage and meet Jareth, sis?” Eden turned to her sister, who responded that she was far more interested in meeting Lucas...

WE’RE MOVING?!
^{Originally Streamed: Dec 14, 2042}
“Whaddup, Sinners?” Eden asked the camera. Her orange hair was up in a messy bun, and she was surrounded by boxes and trashbags overflowing with clothing. “So… big news! Harlow fucked up big time and got in trouble with the law. Major keks. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone!” She winked at her viewers with a finger to her lips. “And mom decided that was embarassinggg, so, we’re moving? To Beverly Hills! I guess she thinks that’s punishment? In what fucking world, though?! Harlow and I are excited as fuck! See you in LA, bitchesss. I gotta go stuff more of my life into garbage bags, because I’m emo trashhh. Don’t worry, I’ll let you guys watch.” ...

MY JOURNEY INTO BECOMING A VALLEY GIRL
^{Originally Streamed: Jan 9, 2043}
“Happy Friday, Sinners! Let me tell you about my first week in LA. The shopping opportunities are out of this world, the food is hella — they say that here — hella overpriced, but tasty, and the girls at my school are fucking, straight up cunts, apparently. Good to know that I probably won’t have any friends. At least I have my Sinners! You should see the drama in the school paper, it’s like a sleazy celebrity tabloid or some shit. So-and-so’s a vapid slut, who cheated on who, lies, betrayal, TEENAGE ANGST!” A purple-haired Eden’s hand flew up to her forehead dramatically, feigning being woozy. She then cracked up laughing. “It’s not all that bad, to be honest, it’s kind of hilarious, as an outsider. I’ve never seen people with faker problems in my life. Anyway, it’s Friday, and I have a ton of unpacking left to do. But that sounds LAME, so you Sinners are just going to have to get ready with me instead. Sis and I are going to go out and explore the city, maybe sneak into a club, who knows what could happen?” Eden winked at the camera…

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Streaming
• Watching scary stuff on Netflix with Harlow
• She’s joining the school band and plays the flute.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
English & Music

| W O R S T |
Science & History

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Faceclaim: yepitsstilltori // Tori Dobransky
Color: 615b95

Due North

@Themerlinhawk

Miss Lena

51

Miss Lena has a rather imposing presence in a room. Be it her somewhat aloof, stoic gaze or her tall, dutch stature — it feels like she is always looking over your shoulder. That said, it is more like the watchful eye of a diligent schoolmarm rather than anything malicious. Probably… Having just recently passed her fifth decade, Miss Lena is a woman showing the signs of aging, although she is trying very hard to combat them. The rising number of younger women present in the manor, paired with the fact that Lena has never taken a husband, has caused Lena to become increasingly preoccupied with her appearance.

While on the job, Lena’s face is always powdered and rouged, with a pleasant burgundy shade painted on her lips. Her hair, whose grays have been masked with black dye, is always perfectly pinned up in a braided bun, chignon, french twist, or various other updos convenient to keep her hair out of her face while cooking. If you were to see her after she has retired for the night, her mane falls in thick natural waves just past her shoulder blades. As for fashion, Miss Lena wears long, simple dresses in darker colors, which are very often topped with an apron that is covered with flour and various other ingredients. While she does usually wear a soft floral fragrance, Lena’s work often leads to her smelling like fresh baked bread or the spices of whatever meal she has recently been preparing.

As the Northam’s personal chef, Lena has lived in the manor for longer than Lord Northam himself has graced this earth. The Lord’s late parents hired her as an all around housekeeper when she was nineteen and she has loyally stuck with the family ever since. When the Northam’s hired the two younger girls to take over the cleaning duties, Lena was able to focus on the aspects of her position that she is most passionate about, which is cooking and baking. And looking after the younger children of the manor, of course.

Lena van der Meer is nothing if not an extremely dedicated woman. She has spent her life in service to the Northam family and not only does her job well, but does it with a smile. Having never started a family of her own, she delighted in being present to help raise the Northam children. Miss Lena has grown wise in her years and, in a maternal way, she has been known to give advice to the family, houseguests, and other staff members. Her words can either be like those of a kindly grandmother, or a person serving up a dish of tough love. Lena isn’t afraid to tell it like she sees it, especially now that she has so permanently grown into her position in the house. Lena is focused on propriety and order, in both the household and particularly among the female members of the manor. If anything is seen as improper or going against her traditional values, Lena will call it out and perhaps even scold it. This is all done in good heart and faith, of course, as Miss Lena only wants what is best for the family that took her in and has become her own.

All of these things being true, Lena has a paranormal secret that can influence her personality. While she does not know the word for it, nor would she refer to herself as such, Miss Lena is a medium. Even further than that, she is an empath. The ghosts that roam the halls of Manor North at night speak to her and, in moments of weakness, they can speak through her. For years, Lena tried to close herself off to them, to feign normalcy. But time and aging have taken a toll on Miss Lena’s spiritual fortitude and her mind has become more open to letting them in. When this happens, Lena is prone to bouts of uncharacteristic attitudes and emotions. Jealousy, bitterness, anger, and deep sorrow, to name a few. With the recent changes regarding the appointment of Alexander as Lord of Manor North, the feelings of jealousy and bitterness intensified. Whether this has something to do with the displeasure of Northams long passed, or Lena’s own feelings of entitlement, has yet to be determined. Perhaps both?

Ghost aren’t real. There is no afterlife on earth, only that which is beyond the gates of heaven, or the fiery pits of hell. These are things that every good christian is raised to believe. These were beliefs that every good christian family had. So when Miss Lena began openly talking about her “imaginary” friends as a child, the van der Meer’s grew concerned. When Miss Lena began talking about their names — the names of family members long passed that she had never even known — the van der Meer’s took action. Lena was sent away for religious correction. Clearly, she was possessed. This was the devil’s work! In order to “save” their little girl, the van der Meer’s shipped her off to the church, where she remained until she turned eighteen — reciting scripture and pretending to be normal whilst being the furthest thing from it. The religious surroundings did not stifle her abilities, more ghosts roamed the halls of that church than any Lena had ever known. Sad ghosts. Lost… broken souls, longing for the redemption that they were promised.

When Lena turned eighteen, she was as free as a woman could be at the time. Free to return to her family. To find a husband and start a family of her own. With her reputation as a woman tainted by evil, finding a good christian husband like her parent’s wanted proved difficult. Instead, Lena found work, and she found it at Manor North. The Northams were a wealthy, respectable family. Lena’s parents, of course, were thrilled that she had found a station with such a family, even if she was not to be wed. That could come with time and associating with the family, of course! But… it didn’t. Miss Lena worked as a housekeeper for the Northams all throughout her youth. She cooked, cleaned, shopped for household goods, and cared for the children. Lord Alexander was born just a few months after she had been hired, so Miss Lena has been present for the entire journey into the man that he is today.

In all this time, Lena has remained “Miss” Lena. She never wed, never even courted a man. That is not to say there weren’t opportunities. Plenty of handsome, single family members and guests passed through the halls of Manor North. But Lena was already married to her responsibilities. Married to the house. So she paid them little mind. Now that she is a woman passed her prime, she feels conflicted. She sees the way Alexander dotes on his young bride, and wonders about what she’s missed out on. She also looks at widowed Josephine, and feels like she should be thankful that she has missed out on love. But, despite the spirits in her head, Miss Lena is most definitely, woefully lonely.

Miss Lena believes that she was drawn to Manor North because of the great opportunity to work for and stay with a wealthy family, despite her tainted reputation. The true reason, however, is because the house and it’s otherworldly inhabitants wanted her here. As a medium and an empath, Lena could be their vessel. All things dark and dead could have a voice... through her.

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For your review, as promised!
~ Ghost

Due North

@Themerlinhawk I started working on a CS last night, I hope to have it done by the end of tonight, if not, then tomorrow at the latest! Thanks so much for being open to having me! :3
~ Ghost