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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree NPC List

Citizens of St. Portwell

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Various faces of St. Portwell, some magic, some mundane, and some sinister.

Justin.Haggar
29 | Justin Eli Haggar | He/Him "Don't stare too long, bud. You'll make this awkward for both of us."	Description: The boyfriend of the Coven's current leader, Auri Auclair. He's a man from New York who lived quite an everyday and uneventful life there, but once he became a man, he decided to go to college. That college was St. Portwell University to become an architect; that was where he met his girlfriend/future wife, and they have been together since. Thus, Justin had no clue about the previous adventure and thought the Coven was just Auri's fancy witch-themed book club! Usually, Justin comes by to drop off snacks (that are not homemade) and drinks for Auri's book club. While Auri is cheerful, Justin is a coolheaded, reserved, mysterious person who hides his social awkwardness behind a veneer of apathy and aloofness. Justin is an average-weighted Caucasian guy at five-ten, and Auri teases him because she's one inch taller than him. He's skinny but has a bit of a gut that's baby fat that he was never able to get rid of, and he has curly blond hair. Abstraction: Justin is Blind.
Ezra.Vanburen
38 | Ezra Vanburen | He/Him ”Nobody should ever be satisfied with less than perfection." @Atrophy	Description: The reliable and disciplined professional who will forever live in the shadow of his magnanimous father, James Vanburen. Ezra spent his youth living between two cities, summering in St. Portwell to spend time with his father and living with his mother the rest of the year in Philadelphia. His first notable attribution to the city was nearly a decade ago when James put him in charge of distributing a sizable donation to aid in the reconstruction of St. Portwell after it was struck by a “natural disaster”. Ezra spent about a year in the city, bailing out local businesses, wheeling and dealing with construction companies, meeting the woman that would eventually become his ex-wife, and redirecting dirty opportunists like Blake Schmidt that had swarmed to the town with hopes of finding a way to get their hands in deep pockets. When Ezra left St. Portwell was back on the upswing and his father had another street named after him: mission accomplished. When compared to his siblings the elusive Ezra largely slipped out of the public eye for the next decade as he worked quietly as a business consultant on the East Coast. It was only after his father’s death that the world truly began focusing on Ezra, seeing him as the man who’d pick up his father’s magnanimous legacy and run with it. He soon gained a reputation as having the golden touch when it came to turning a failing business or project into an absolute success, and with the assumption that he'd inherited lion's share of his father's assets he quickly climbed his way to the top of the Forbes list for Most Eligible Bachelors. A few months ago Ezra Vanburen was spotted in St. Portwell for the first time since his father's funeral at a charity event hosted at the St. Portwell Yacht Club by his half-sister. He was heard talking about a potential plan to turn his father's mansion into historic house musuem once everyone has been moved out. Recently he purchased a penthouse downtown. Rumor is that he’s been shopping around town for new investments to expand his father's—actually, it is now his—holding company. Abstraction: He has the power of being stupid rich.
Lihn.Phan
32 | Lihn Thi Phan | She/Her "I just want to make this world a better place for my daughter." @FernStone	Description: St Portwell’s sole paranormal therapist, Lihn is a young, constantly tired woman. She takes on only paranormal clients and thanks to this is incredibly overworked, doing near 16 hour days just to fit in all the messed up paranormal in the city. She’s well off thanks to this, even though her rates are surprisingly cheap - she works so hard out of a genuine want to help people, and so that her daughter can grow up in a slightly less messed up city. She graduated just under ten years ago, and is very good at her job. Lihn is calm and responsible, with a deep understanding of human emotion - but a slight emotional detachment too. Originally from Vietnam, Lihn moved to St Portwell with her dad at a young age. He remarried there and she has a younger half-brother, who still lives with her. Her dad and step-mom were tragically killed during the Stygian Snake’s rampage, which led to a series of bad decisions and a drunken one night stand resulting in pregnancy. After this she got her shit back together again, gave birth to her daughter Thanh (now nine), and made a name for herself as a therapist specialising in the paranormal (among the paranormal scene, that is). Lihn is completely neutral towards all the paranormal factions, and really just wishes they would stop fighting so she can cut her hours and spend more time with her daughter. It would also help cure her chronic migraines. Lihn is a rather average woman at five-four, with a gentle appearance and permanent dark circles under her eyes. Abstraction: Adept - Pink Lux. Channeler: A silver locket necklace Empathy: Lihn can read the emotions of people near her, easily getting the most basic surface emotions and able to read weaker ones with concentration. She can also subtly change these - taking an emotion that already exists and nudging it one way or another (increasing or decreasing the intensity) Memory Aid: Lihn can help people remember things they had previously forgotten, or had purposefully forgotten. There’s the possibility this would work with magically cleared memories too. Memory Reading: With permission from those with emotional fields, Lihn can read someone’s memories - but only those that they remember.
Henri.Han
18 | Huanyi “Henri” Han | He/Him "Chill! Why stress yourself out when you could be having fun?" @FernStone	Description: Huanyi, or Henri as he goes by outside of family, is the younger brother of Linqian and Jinhai Han. Being eight years younger than them, he didn't share the same close bond - instead they were more like replacement parents for him. Henri is incredibly close to them, to the point of near dependence, and was hit very hard by Jinhai's sudden death. Since then he's been leaning on Linqian even more than he did before, to the point of moving back home. He had a turbulent childhood thanks to his parents dying when he was only eight, before he was passed between distant relatives, finally ending up with Jinhai and Linqian when they were legally able to take him. While he seems well adjusted, his reliance on Linqian even now that he's an adult and his inability to properly look after himself stems from his childhood. Henri is generally laid back and cheerful, which contrasts his older siblings' personalities. When he starts talking he rarely shuts up. He's very friendly and finds it easy to get close to people - he generally dislikes being alone. He was coddled and spoiled a lot as a kid, and protected from much of the negative effects of his parent’s passing beyond the emotional ones. He’s always been a bit of a troublemaker (though nowhere near as bad as Linqian as a teenager) and caused plenty of annoyances for his older siblings, but they still dote on him. He's a teenager with very few worries, often taking his siblings' sacrifices for his normal life for granted. He's just been sheltered far too much by Linqian and Jinhai. This means that he's quite immature, with a lack of understanding of how difficult it can be to make ends meet because his siblings always kept that hidden from him. He's never worked a day in his life and barely knows how to help around the house. Henri is quite smart, and is doing mechanical engineering at University of Wisconsin–Madison. However, he’s currently taking a year long break and has moved back in with Linqian in St Portwell. Unknown to Linqian, Henri went through his kindling event during his first year of college and is no longer just one eye open. He plans to use some of this year out to learn more about magic. He's still new to the paranormal world since his siblings never talked to him about it, and very inexperienced. Henri is a tall young man, at 6'2" (taller than both his siblings) with dark curly hair he keeps short at the sides and longer at the top. He doesn't put much thought into how he dresses, normally going more simple with jeans and t-shirts. Abstraction: Adept - Green & Red Lux. Channeler: a wallet picture of him and his siblings Light Absorption: Henri can absorb light into his body, from any source, and then use it to enhance himself or use light based attacks. He can shoot the light back out of his body, such as through a hand, or use it to create a floating, gentle light. He can also use it to enhance himself, such as making himself “lighter” and thus faster or enhancing his vision to be able to see on the electromagnetic spectrum. This spell essentially negates any light he absorbs. He could also absorb and then manipulate other elements he has an affinity for, but he hasn’t figured that out yet.
Sabrina.Vanburen
31 | Sabrina Lydia Vanburen | She/Her "Everyone loses themselves once or twice."	Description: Affectionately called "Bean" by Britney Williams, Sabrina is the enigmatic and magnanimous child of James Vanburen, one of his many. The primary distinction between Sabrina and the rest is that she is openly transgender, and the secondary one is that she reveres her father. Unlike the other siblings, who harbor grudges against him, Sabrina holds her father in the highest regard and lives with him as an example. Like the rest of the Vanburens, Sabrina was born and raised in St. Portwell but primarily found herself in the higher-end schools or on exquisite vacations on her father's dime. It was where she found herself and claimed that the "caterpillar became the butterfly." She abandoned her previous identity later in life, and after much expensive surgery (or as she claims), she became the person she is now. Sabrina graduated with a master's in Fashion Design and a Bachelor's in Costuming. She is very well known in the high-fashion and modeling fields, which is why she met her friend Britney Williams. Sabrina is an open social activist, donating much of the funds she earns with her career to different charities and helping those in need - much like her father would have. Sabrina would fight tooth and nail to help the city in any way she could, not just because she loved the place she grew up but because it was the magnanimous thing to do. While she's not the most prominent social media superstar, she is well-known in different parts of the city. Sabrina is a fairly tall woman, six feet even, but she's somewhat skinny (Somewhat in the way that she has a bit of chub) and not very curvy. She is mixed, half-black, and half-white. Sabrina rarely speaks, and when she does, she says with a gentle softness that only the most nurturing and compassionate could have. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Silkworm. An Abstraction that Sabrina has had since she was a teenager... the Silkworm is an Apparition that was a part of her father's collection that she discovered after being nosy and going through his things. It took the shape of an ancient sweater... and latched onto her. After freaking out, her father taught her the ropes of the Silkworm and that it was her friend. The Silkworm has several different abilities, but at its basest is that she can telekinetically manipulate all fibers/fabrics (wool, silk, cotton, etc), denim, nylons, polyester, rayon, flannel, leather, feather down, linen, and spandex. One aspect of Silkworm's abstraction is the ability to create fabric from her body and several meters of cloth near-instantly from her body. The most potent aspect of Silkworm is the ability to manipulate the tensile strength of clothes. Tensile strength is how much stress a single thread can withstand before it snaps; Silkworm can adjust how much it takes before it snaps. She can, at most, give a single thread the tensile strength of diamonds, or she can make it shred like wet tissue paper. This abstraction comes with a subtle (and useless) extrasensory ability as it gives Sabrina the exact measurements of the people around her, and she can make outfits for them. Her clothes? Well, that's the Silkworm's "body," and it can instantly change her outfit.
Odessa.Maxwell
Doesn't Remember | Odessa Kayla Maxwell | She/Her "Life is a wheel... and I just want to make sure it keeps going."	Description: The mysterious traveler... a woman who met her end eons ago and returned as an Apparition. This Apparition was known as the Nurturing Will, as Odessa, at the time, did not remember the name of her past life. The Nurturing Will went from place to place, enriching barren lands and helping people until she latched onto a woman named Adaeze Okafor and adjoined to her until the woman's death. After she died, The Nurturing Will took her body and, using her abstraction, formed a younger version of Adaeze. The Nurturing Will made an alias to blend in with humans, and Odessa was born. Thus, Odessa drifted from place to place, universe to universe, seeing herself as a broken "balancer" or "protector" of mankind, battling malicious forces and solving supernatural situations. The woman's demeanor is odd; she always smiles and rambles about something. She is unpredictable and strange; however, underneath that veneer is a being that is utterly cunning and devious, perhaps harmless. Perhaps the most dangerous woman or "thing" in St. Portwell. Odessa can be seen around the streets of St. Portwell, giving flowers to people she finds interesting. She has a particular interest in members of the Sycamore Tree Coven and has been stalking them from a distance for quite a while. Odessa usually looks like a tribal African girl who always wears an orange robe with some dreads that hang off her head. She is short and skinny, standing at five-even, and what is odd about her body is that she's cold as a corpse and has no heartbeat. Weird, ain't it? Abstraction: The only thing abnormal about her is her desire to boop Scottish people.
Yasmin.Faris
47 | Yasmin Faris | She/Her "This is a family business. Any acts against it are personal." @Atrophy	Description: Born in America after her family abandoned the country that they had helped destabilize through contract killing and arms dealing, Yasmin Corey could’ve lived a posh life pretending to be ignorant of the blood money that filled her family coffers. Her traditionalist father believed that the family business was no place for his daughter, focusing instead on his sons. In fact, Yasmin was viewed as little more than a social bargaining chip, an offering to be sacrificed to further establish his family by linking them to a dynasty. At the time her marriage to Malik Faris was little more than a business deal, her role being to produce an offspring as fast as possible to forever tie the two families together. Sloane was born within a year of their marriage, serving as the glue that would seal their union. Little did Yasmin’s father know that it would become a deal that Yasmin manipulated to give herself all of the power. She was able to wrap Malik around her finger and use his curses to bring ruin upon her brothers, making her the only legal heir to her family fortune. She took plays from her family’s line of work to further her husband’s under-the-table business, translating the shadowy wetwork and smuggling to the less bloody and often more financially rewarding world of art theft. It was Yasmin that convinced Malik to expand beyond selling illegal art and begin selling Apparitions, a lucrative business idea that skyrocketed the Farises from being just another part of the one percent to being the one percent of the one percent. Like the ultra wealthy planning to evacuate Earth and live in space instead of taking care of the one planet they have, Yasmin and Malik fled Shimmer when the Stygian Snake threatened their reality. When their ungrateful daughter refused to flee and stayed behind to die, Yasmin was the one to convince Malik to leave her to die. In truth, Yasmin had always been afraid of Sloane, worried that her daughter would one day screw her over just like Yasmin had her father. If not for the promise of plentiful payday, Yasmin would never even have considered returning to St. Portwell. Abstraction: Adept - Orange Lux. Channeler: Diamond Bracelet Yasmin has an affinity for infusing items with magic and transforming them into magical artifacts based upon myth and legend. Awaken: Yasmin infuses a mundane object with Orange Lux, causing it to gain a magical property. The infusion is quick but short lived, functioning only as long as Yasmin continues to channel Orange Lux into the device. Yasmin does not pick the magical property an item gets, but rather “awakens” the latent paranormal potential inside of an item that has been impressed on it by people through collective ideas and tropes inspired by myth, folklore, and fiction. For example if Yasmin were to cast Awaken on a rug it would become a flying carpet while casting it upon a cloak would allow the wearer to turn invisible. Upon casting the spell she gains inherent knowledge on how the magical object works. Transmogrification: A prolonged ritual that elevates the process of Awakening the magic in an item to permanently imbuing an item with magic and turning it into an artifact. An artifact cannot simply be created by investing time and magic; the object used in the process requires some kind of cultural significance embedded in it through the power of myth or folklore. Generally, this requires the magical artifact Yasmin is creating to be an actual ancient artifact or, at the very least, to be widely believed to be an actual ancient artifact—things found in museums or put up for bid in high society auction houses. Even once she has found a proper curio to Transmogrify into a magical artifact, Yasmin is required to go through a creative process of casting Awaken spells and performing rituals using Orange Lux to truly unlock the potential of the item. Through this process she can morph and fine tune the magical property of the artifact, taking what has been imbued in it through the public zeitgeist and tweaking its design to her own desires. This process often takes months if not years to complete. Yasmin can still Awaken an object that has not yet completely undergone Transmogrification into an artifact, allowing her to essentially perform test runs. Like with any Awakened object, this requires her to constantly channel Orange Lux. Once the object has undergone Transmogrification it functions just like an artifact and can be used without Lux. Once Yasmin creates an artifact she cannot create an additional copy of it while the artifact still functions, meaning she cannot supply the world with cloaks of invisibility or magic carpets. Essentially, the artifact is THE Magic Carpet, not a magic carpet. Example Artifact The Trojan Passport, an ancient sliver of bronze that allows a person to create a one-way gateway between unconnected thresholds. Inspired by the myth of the Trojan Horse, the creation of the Trojan Passport required Yasmin to first find a piece of the Trojan Horse—which does not exist. However, what did exist was parts for ancient Greece siege engines that, when presented with certificates of authenticity by manipulated experts and given value and public awareness through a controversial auction, infused the part of the siege engine with enough of a story that made people believe it could be part of the Trojan Horse, thus allowing Yasmin to work her magic on it. The Transmogrifying still took several hundred hours to complete spread out over almost a year of time. Throughout the process the Trojan Passport magical property shifted from a handheld battering ram capable of collapsing walls with a simple knock to a bizarre charm that essentially acted as a VIP badge to what it is today: an artifact that captures the essence of the Trojan Horse by allowing the user to bypass gates and walls by creating connecting thresholds elsewhere. Infringement: Yasmin can strip an artifact she has made of its powers. This allows her to recreate the artifact elsewhere, or temporarily disable it if it falls into the hands of someone she opposes. A simple Awaken spell can be used to cancel out the temporarily disablement caused by an Infringement spell. Recreating the artifact is a much faster process than the original creation, taking about a full workday to recreate. However, it does require the proper materials to recreate, which can be difficult to come by.
Malik.Faris
67 | Malik Faris | He/Him "The only thing remembered is what is left behind." @Atrophy	Description: Malik may not wear a crown today, but he can trace his family lineage back to ancient Damascene kings. The Faris family have always been major players in shaping the world, from using their magic to rule it openly from atop a throne to eventually stepping away and manipulating it from the shadows. For over the past century the Faris family has made a name for themselves as the premier art and antique dealers, but they’re so much more than that. By controlling the flow and exposure of art they were also able to once manipulate history, painting the revisionist stories that the victors wanted to be spread and burying the records left behind by the defeated and the downtrodden. Malik came to America in his twenties, escaping the political turmoil that his eventual wife’s family had a hand in creating, and eventually settled in St. Portwell. Malik had little interest in continuing the cabalistic ways of his family, content with being rich and becoming richer—only occasionally crossing the line by cursing someone who got in the way of his profiteering. It was during this time of establishing himself in St. Portwell that Malik met James Vanburen, sparking a friendship/rivalry that would last for decades. However, his priority in life shifted from acquiring pure capital to leaving behind a lasting legacy after he married Yasmin and had his daughter Sloane. Perhaps fueled by his jealousy of James Vanburen and his cavalcade of varying levels of successful children, Malik fueled every resource he had into raising a perfect daughter to create the impression that he had been a perfect father. Of course these resources required capital. It took very little arm twisting from Yasmin to expand the Faris Empire further and further into the cabalistic sphere it had once been a part of, just as it took almost nothing to convince him to use his magic to curse her siblings making them the sole inheritors of her father’s fortunes. Anything for his precious Sloane. However, his daughter betrayed his support when she refused to run from the Stygian Snake with them, her act of rebellion crippling his right hand. Yasmin convinced him to let her go, a choice he has been regretting ever since. He had wanted to find a way to get back to his legacy daughter ever since, but only after an old friend had requested the help of him and his wife for a sizable chunk of change was he able to convince Yasmin to return to St. Portwell. Abstraction: Adept - Blue Lux. Channeler: Wedding Ring Malik has an affinity for curses that ruins a person’s credibility, reputation, and good judgment. Downfall: A slow acting but powerful curse that eventually takes everything away that a person holds dear, inevitably putting them in the position they would be if everything in their life went wrong. It’s more than a simple misfortune curse. A person cursed by a Downfall spell will actively sabotage themselves in a way that simply appears as if they’d just experienced a temporary moment of bad judgment or a lack of self-control, with the frequency between these lapses occuring more and more often as the curse progresses. The road a person takes while experiencing a Downfall is always different—could be making poor investments, engaging in an addiction, to following violent tendencies—and can take anywhere from a few weeks to several years to fully experience. However, the destination is always the same: broken and alone, pushing away everyone and losing everything in the wake of their self-destruction. Even once they hit rock bottom the curse continues to affect the victim, preventing them from trying to pull themselves out of the hole. Emotional Fields do very little to protect against a Downfall curse, but they do get a strange feeling that an invisible hand is guiding them towards making poor decisions. Oftentimes a paranormal victim will become aware that they are cursed but due to the nature of the curse cannot bring themself to seek to break it or inform others about what has happened to them. A paranormal victim can try to fight back against the curse, extending the timeline they have before they hit rock bottom, but unless somebody else is able to catch wind of what’s happening to them and help break their curse they’ll inevitably experience a total Downfall just like anybody else. Revision: A fast acting curse that can spread from person to person, a revision spell alters an individual's memory to recall an event they have witnessed differently. The false memory is shaped by a question Malik asks them while casting the spell. Once a person has a false memory in their head any mention of that false memory will leapfrog the curse from the victim to someone else who has witnessed the same incident, causing their memory of the events to be forgotten and replaced with the false memory which they then also believe is true. The curse can continue to spread from this new victim, inevitably allowing for the complete Revision of events through the curse being spread by word of mouth. Emotional Fields cannot protect against the initial casting of a Revision curse. However, people with Emotional Fields cannot be affected by the curse spreading via word-of-mouth. As well, while the curse sets in pretty quickly and can spread misinformation like wildfire, it can be broken just as fast by physical evidence that empirically disproves the revisioned history in the false memory.
Nora.Foster
22 | Nora Foster | She/Her [hr//]"Yeah, I’ve seen this before." @Blizz	Description: Nora Foster is a self-employed tech expert. She lives in downtown St. Portwell, and makes a living by fixing, diagnosing and building things for people that can afford her services. In a mundane sense, this includes making trips to places with faulty wiring, repairing computers, salvaging data or writing up programs for someone’s “big tech breakthrough.” She is currently enrolled in college, studying for a PhD in electromechanical engineering. Though, this is more a formality than anything else, as Nora has little need for the education. In St. Portwell’s paranormal scene, Nora is a trusted asset to people that require a more industrious hand. Groups who push for control won’t always be able to use magic. Sometimes, you need something that can track your opposition without magic, like a specialized drone. Or maybe you lost a limb, and can’t find a healer powerful enough to replace with flesh and blood. This is where Nora comes in, as she has all of this and more. All for the right price. She’s an opportunist, willing to work with many different types of people, barring the most depraved members of society. Abstraction: Melsha’s Council Within Nora, an apparition by the name of Melsha has been sealed. In exchange for refuge, Melsha’s immense knowledge of engineering was given to her in a recollection so difficult to comprehend that it nearly killed her. This made Nora into an incredible builder who can create highly sophisticated tech both magic and mundane. Nora’s body is uniquely changed by Melsha’s magic, allowing her to exhibit some of his characteristics. Necrophage: Bonding with Melsha brought its own set of complications. It was difficult for a being of smoke and brass to inhabit a host of flesh and blood. So a middle ground was necessary, which took the form of a spherical perpetual motion machine known as the Necropage. This device is a prosthetic heart, surgically inserted inside of Nora with her partner’s assistance. It is powered by Melsha’s magic, and incomprehensible complex to anyone other than the two of them. Sepulcher: A glorified coffin of steel and aluminum, the Sepulcher is a tool used by Melsha and Nora for building bio mechanical devices. This allows them to run maintenance on her heart, or provide her “clients” with magical upgrades. Creator’s Wit: Melsha’s knowledge of machines is so great that Nora can simply gaze upon a piece of technology and instinctually understand what has gone wrong, or how it works. Car repairs can be planned for before even opening the hood, and walking into a building with faulty infrastructure light up her mind like a Christmas tree. The more complicated the tech, the longer it takes to form a mental picture. Mechaform: Nora can reshape her hands and arms into a vast variety of tools. Some of these tools make sense from a human perspective, such as screwdrivers, blow torches and ratchets. But many of her Mechaform tools are abstract, as a product of Melsha’s influence. These tools tend to be made for magic, such as “measuring” the colors of an Adept’s lux, or “repairing” emotional fields. Masterwork: Nora can create a unique brand of artifacts that do not grant abstractions to their user. These artifacts can be anything from a prosthetic limb to an untraceable weapon. Nora’s magic works through clockwork or mechanical systems, meaning there are gearboxes and moving parts to everything she makes. This sounds simple on paper, but through Melsha’s power, her creations go beyond a mundane level of complexity. She could make a fully functioning computer with nothing but rotational force. The drawbacks to Nora’s tinkering is that Melsha often prefers designs that are, by human standards, old and outdated. Sleek designs are purely aesthetic, there are no wireless microchips, or biometric scanners. This prevents her from applying magic to certain fields, which she would have to use mundane means for.
Isaac.Kane
47 | Isaac Allen Kane | He/Him "I knew you were coming, before you knew you were coming."	Description: One of the leading men in St. Portwell, Isaac is a top-rated broker that deals in the most valuable thing in St. Portwell: Information. Isaac, with his vast contacts and sources, is highly competent and buys and sells secrets, information, and anything else to the highest bidder. He works with anyone in St. Portwell, from the mundane crime factions to the various magical organizations (Except for the PRA, whom he vehemently despises), and fiercely maintains his neutrality at all costs. Despite it all, Issac attempts to maintain the balance of the city and ensure that one powerhouse doesn't bulldoze over the opposite. It's unknown what Isaac's past is. All that's known is that he's from LA and has worked with various mafias on the West Coast. Issac is a tall, African-American man with a calm demeanor and classy sense of fashion - seemingly having two suits in every color. He is a habitual cigar chomper and is as trademark to his appearance as his sense of style! Abstraction: Adjoined - Perseverance. Perseverance is the Abstraction used by an Apparition named Mr. Morale and lets Issac survive hell. Mr. Morale is an Apparition with a mysterious origin; what he does say is that he was created by a group of people who faced adversity like no other and powered through it through determination, willpower, and strength. Their drive to survive this hell is what created Mr. Morale, and somehow it ended up in the hands of Isaac. With Mr. Morale's abstraction, Perseverance, Isaac has an array of abilities that make him one tough son of a bitch - he's far from invincible, however. The first ability makes Issac resilient, and he can keep going despite any injuries or if he's exhausted, allowing him to power through any fight like it's nothing. Issac's second ability is that he has mental forditude like no other, and not only will he never give up and remain focused, but he is also immune to psychic intrusion. He also has a regenerative ability, allowing him to heal far faster from mild-to-moderate injuries and saving him from severe injuries. For example, he can recover from most broken bones in a week, and in a few hours, a deep gash would have closed. Issac's stamina is also enhanced and allows him to go for hours at a time (hmmmyes).
Messiah.Vanburen
10 | Messiah Maxwell Vanburen | He/Him "Hi! I'm Messiah!"	Description: The fun and energetic son of James Vanburen, it is stated that Messiah is one of the last children he sired before his unfortunate death ten years ago. However, the timeline of his birth (and the fact that his mother has yet to be identified) raises more questions than answers, leaving his true parentage shrouded in mystery. Currently residing with Sabrina Vanburen and her sisters, Messiah displays an unusual depth of insight and wisdom, often surprising those around him with profound observations and a keen understanding of human nature. Besides, he's like your typical child who loves to play and grows with every day. Messiah stands around four-eleven, is skinny, and is African-American with a bushy afro. Abstraction: Messiah is One-Eye-Open.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree NPC List

Raven Jones

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Raven.Jones
15 | Raven Chandra Jones | She/Her "I have to save her; I have to save Sunshine."	Description: The strange girl that the Sycamore Tree Coven has been receiving Recollections about following her journies in the Pit and beyond for odd reasons. Raven Jones was born in the Pit when her mother, the so-called "Mother Blood," was, for her heinous crimes, banished to the Pit. She is being raised by her mother to survive in the Pit and getting trained in the infamous "Blood Art Technique." However, she finds the Blood Art Technique inefficient and has modified it to create her Spells brand. She's a terrified and easily startled young girl, but she's trying her best... despite her timid demeanor, she shows signs of having her mother's brutality and has a strange fascination with blood. Raven is interested in the "source" of magic that her mother speaks of. Unlike her mother, she is not albino but she is African-American with dark skin and black hair; unfortunately, she isn't that tall at five-two due to lack of nutrition. Abstraction: Adept - Green Lux. Channeler: Her Mother's Jewel Amulet Wound Transferral: A trademark Spell from her mother, and acts as a form of Regeneration. With this Spell, Raven can transfer one of her wounds to the last people she has touched in the last few days. She can only do this once; then, she must touch that person again to transfer it. Bone-Blades: Raven can create blades out of her bones and have them violently burst from her body - which is as painful as it sounds. Raven has optimized this Spell by creating bone blades and breaking them off to create makeshift knives. Pain-Suppressant: Raven can temporarily negate her pain... the only issue is that once the Spell wears off, she'll be feeling all of it at once. Blood-Lust: A passive Spell that will activate while Raven is fighting; the more she fights, she will gain the ability to "ignore" her injuries. Her intestines can be hanging out, she could have lost most of the blood in her body and missing two limbs, and she can keep fighting until she dies, or the opponent dies. Body-Puppetry: Raven can tap into someone's nervous system and control their body with her mind alone... this Spell has a concise range and only works on those without an Emotional-Field. Meat-Wall: Raven can generate a mass of rock-hard flesh and detach it from herself to act as a shield or blockade. Eye-Burst: A favored Spell by Sunshine when going against the Blind. As the name implies, Raven can cause someone's eyeballs to pop and render them blind if they do not have an Emotional-Field. Shapeshifting: Raven can temporarily transform her body into anything within the bounds of a human, even if it defies the laws of mass conservation. Hematophagia: Another of Sunshine's favored spells, Raven can regenerate wounds by drinking blood - usually utilized as a scare tactic and an alternate form of healing when she cannot transfer wounds. Limb-Generation: Raven casts this spell and uses it to create extra limbs or replace lost ones. She can destroy these limbs and generate them on whoever doesn’t have an Emotional-Field. Nervous-System Illusions: Raven can tap into a body's nervous system and create different illusions... this Spell works best on the Blind/One-Eye-Open but requires extra time and effort to penetrate an Emotional-Field. Blood Spray: Raven sprays boiling blood out of her pores; this blood is hot enough to cause second-degree burns. Gore Bomb: Raven reaches into herself and pulls out a mass of flesh and nail-like bones that’ll explode on contact—launching the bones in all directions. Body-Enhancement: Sunshine's favorite Spell... for a short period, she can raise all of her attributes (Her strength, stamina, speed, durability, senses, etc) to superhuman levels.
Sunshine.Jones
41 | Sunshine Bella Jones | She/Her "I will drink the blood of magic straight from the source."	Description: Known as Echidna, The Killer with a Thousand Faces, and Mother Blood leader of the multiversal cult known as The Inner Circle and known for crafting the now forbidden method of casting known as the Blood Art Technique. She and her society aimed to find the source of magic (the "blood" of it, they called it), and to this end, they gradually fell off the deep end. Sunshine Jones was known across the All-Verse for her savagery and brutal experiments... until she was finally stopped one day and imprisoned. It was determined that she should receive the highest punishment known to man, a fate worse than death; she was shunted into The Pit. However, she was eight months pregnant then, and she gave birth to her daughter, Raven, in the Pit. Despite being in a literal hell, Sunshine loves her daughter more than anything in the world and would do anything so the horrors of the pit don't so much as touch her. Sunshine's goal is to escape the Pit, or at least get Raven out of there, and continue her plans to find the "source" of magic. Thus, Sunshine trained her daughter in the forbidden art of the Blood Art Technique and taught her everything she knew. However, the Pit likes her... it does not want to let her go. Sunshine is tall at five-nine but skinny; living off scraps in the Pit does that to you. She is notable because she is ethnically African-American but is albino, so her skin and hair are white. Abstraction: Adept - Green Lux. Channeler: Jewel Amulet. Sunshine was considered to be one of the few Adept masters as she trained since she was nine years old. She has a variety of spells that she developed and learned from other Adepts. Her method of casting spells was the Blood Art Technique, which drew symbols with human blood, and the magic would come out. She likened magic to a form of science, and her affinity was towards the human body, being a former biologist. Sunshine's proficiency with this method was so high that she remembered every spell or symbol off the back of her hand.
James.Vanburen
62 | Jammison Johnathon Vanburen | He/Him "The world is full of wonderful, fleeting, precious things."	Description: Mr. Magnanimous himself. An oddity in the city of St. Portwell, as few know where he came from or why he's here. However, he just showed up in the city one day with bags of money, established a family business, bought a mansion, etc. He became a famous and popular face in the city of St. Portwell as he would do everything in his power to help the impoverished and desperate of the city - declaring himself Magnanimous. However, he is far more famous for his acts to... build his family. There are dozens of different children that all have roots to him, and many of them despise him for excessively spreading his seed throughout St. Portwell and beyond. However, James holds a secret... back in his prime years, he was an adventurer who traveled throughout the All-Verse. Gathering many different artifacts while defeating many multiversal threats, he was most famous for defeating Sunshine Jones and her Inner Circle. He ultimately oversaw her fate being thrown into the Pit. However, James quickly retired afterward to Shimmer and built up the family and legacy that he could only dream of. The artifacts and treasure he collected were placed in his mansion - with the more dangerous artifacts hidden away in those walls. James was happy... however, before the Stygian Snake began its rampage, coincidentally, he was tragically murdered, and control of his empire was handed to his son, Ezra Vanburen. He had something to do with Raven Jones. Abstraction: Agent - James Collection. James primarily used various artifacts with different magical properties as an adventurer. He put most of his collection in his mansion, but he kept a variety of powerful artifacts that would help him in a pinch. Below are his artifacts. James' Rifle: James is a famous and favorite artifact in his arsenal, one that he has been using since he was a young man. A Lee-Enfield rifle that, once the trigger was pulled, would not shoot a bullet but a marble-sized blast of magic that'd send anything he hit to another dimension. The marble will penetrate any defenses, magical or otherwise, and has a bottomless clip. Shield of Exusia: A deployable barrier inside of a gauntlet which James can control the size. He can deploy it to be tiny or large enough to cover him. The shield is nearly impenetrable. The Tyrant Destroyer IV: A famous weapon that was a part of the series of seven different magical weapons (two gauntlets, a spear, a shield, etc.). The Tyrant Destroyer is a magical sword that James can summon at will, and the blade can sense the "corruption" in a person. It'll generate a searing flame if it collides with tyrants and other monsters. This flame will attempt to consume them and bypass any defenses (fire resistance being the most notable). While pure of heart or otherwise righteous will not be affected by the flames, the blade can still slash them. Buttonless Sack: It appears as a simple burlap sack, but it's an infinite storage in which all James has to do is reach inside and pull out what he desires. It's what he uses to store his artifacts. The Key to Worlds: How James went from one dimension to another, a magical glowing white key that all he had to do was stick in the air, and it would create a "door" to a different world. Upon removing the key, the door disappears and can be used infinite times.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Presenting the PRA and Wolfpack NPCs I introduced in my last post.

Da Wolfpack

Valjean.Vasil
35 | Valjean Vasil | He/Him "Dunno if you know, but you're just a background character; just play along and don't make any waves."	Description: Known as The Scorpion on the streets, the second-in-command of the Wolfpack and Judas' secret lover. Valjean was a native of Nevada who grew up in a trailer park on the outskirts of Reno with his sister Élodie. It wasn't long until the two had to resort to petty crime, and Valjean was committing smash-and-grabs by the time he was a teenager. The two drifted from place to place, going from Nevada to Arizona, to California, to Texas, and far out east as Louisana. However, they ended up in St. Portwell, and friends with Judas and personally stood by his side as they observed his rise from petty pusher to kingpin of the city. Because of his loyalty to his "friend," Valjean got a seat as Judas' number two. However, Valjean embodies recklessness, arrogance, unwarranted ego, and self-importance, and he revels in the chaos of St. Portwell's supernatural scene. Valjean seeks to dominate St. Portwell and gets a kick out of intimidating people with his abstraction. Despite it all, Valjean has been through the thick and thin with the Wolfpack and is loyal to the Motorcycle Club. However, Valjean is tall and muscular and stands six-seven feet tall. Abstraction: Unknown.
Élodie.Vasil
29 | Élodie Vasil | She/Her "I don't want your help or your damn pity, just my next fucking hit."	Description: Valjean's sister and one of the two only female members in the Wolfpack. Much like her brother, she grew up in a trailer park, and prospects were few, so she resorted to stealing (and selling herself) for cash. However, unlike Valjean, she has a heroin addiction, which makes her just as, if not more, vicious as her brother. Despite it all, she remains a vital part of the Wolfpack due to the destructiveness and power of her abstraction. A relentless and often self-destructive determination mars Elodie's personality. Her heroin addiction has made her prone to erratic and violent behavior. She is fierce and unpredictable, often willing to go to extreme lengths to protect the Wolfpack and satisfy her cravings. Her loyalty to her gang is unwavering, but her addiction has taken a heavy toll on her sense of reason and empathy. Elodie is tall at five-eleven, but she is stick-thin due to her addiction, and her hair is very messy and unkempt. Abstraction: Unknown.
Victor.Villarian
36 | Victor Adonis Villarian | "Here's to Poppa Wolf not going out like Kaiser Draeger, heh."	Description: A self-proclaimed Norse Pagan and one of the surviving members of Das Sonnenrad, Victor's early life was marked by poverty and suffering. He lived on the dredges of society, stealing and otherwise doing whatever it took to survive. This led him to Das Sonnenrad as he embraced their message of hatred and perverting magic and acted as a loyal footsoldier for Kaiser Draeger. He hoped to become one of his chosen, but the Greenwood and 8th Street Covens killed Kaiser Draeger, and Das Sonnenrad dissolved afterward. Victor was not happy to go back to being a pusher, but eventually, he fell into the fold with the Wolfpack MC and finally gained an Abstraction. Thus, Victor is loyal to the Wolfpack only because he does not want to return to being on the fringe of society and enjoys his new place in the world. Victor is a notable man with a bushy orange beard and lengthy dreadlocks, and his entire body is covered in tattoos. He's well-built and stands at five-nine. Abstraction: Unknown.
Cyril.Noctis
34 | Cyril Emilio Noctis | He/Him "Sometimes you just gotta spin the wheel."	Description: A member of the Wolfpack who is a transplant from Las Vegas and did not want any part of the Wolfpack. An organization that rules Las Vegas from the shadows is known as the Council, an organization of Paranormal-Beings that manages the balance of Paranormal and mundane in Vegas. Their will is exerted through a network of different agents, including Cyril, who inherited the position from his father, Sebastian. However, Cyril was a natural-born conman and trickster who wanted to pad his pockets using the Council's resources. However, it wasn't long until the Council caught on and marked Cyril for death. Suddenly, Cyril had all sorts of wackos and psychopaths that were gunning for him to claim his head for the Council. Naturally, he cut and ran and first went to LA, but it wasn't long until word spread, and he was forced to go north... which led him to St. Portwell - the one place he was told to never go to. He was unsure of which faction to fall into for protection; being a goon for the Elite was as unappealing as it got, and the Covens were too psychotic for him. The Wolfpack was perfect as they were up and coming, and all Cyril had to do was knock Poppa Wolf out of the equation and take control of the Wolfpack. Thus, Cyril is playing his part and waiting for the perfect moment to strike while wearing this stupid leather vest. Cyril is average height at five-ten and skinny... life on the run will do that to you! Oh yeah, and Cyril Noctis isn't his real name. Abstraction: Unknown.
'Maggy'.Rose
31 | Magnolia Flowers Rose | She/Her "Everyone has a price."	Description: Nicknamed Maggy. A vital member of the Wolfpack and the bridge between the Wolfpack MC and the city's underworld. Maggy did not have a peaceful life growing up; she had two abusive and neglectful parents that honestly could give less of a damn what she did. This led to a childhood defined by hanging out with the wrong crowds, doing drugs, fighting, stealing, and staying up way after curfew. Maggy didn't even finish high school; by the time she was seventeen, she was roped into a sex-trafficking ring and spent the next leg of her life selling herself. Her parents did not so much as look for her and just ran the clock out until she turned eighteen. Maggy is used to standing on corners in the seedy parts of St. Portwell, and she knows the city like the back of her hand. However, things took a turn when Poppa Wolf stepped on the scene, as he was one of her clients who was looking to take over the sex trafficking ring that Magnolia "worked" for. He promised Maggy a spot in the Wolfpack if she helped him, and she did. Judas killed her boss and was freed, earning a spot on the Wolfpack as she used her charisma and street smarts to gather intelligence, broker deals, and provide the gang with a strategic advantage. Magnolia will do anything not to go back to selling herself on the street corners, so she sticks around with the Wolfpack despite passionately not liking Valjean or his addict sister. Magnolia is an average height (at five-five) and has an average build (well, she's a little bit chubby but covers it up nicely). Abstraction: Unknown.
Shayton
57 | Malik Wyatt Jakane Sr. | He/Him "I killed you five minutes ago."	Description: A member of the Wolfpack that sticks out like a sore thumb... unlike the rest of them, he's a Liberian man in his fifties. Shayton did not have a peaceful childhood... in fact, Shayton fought in both of the Liberian civil wars before most countries would call him a man! He fought on the side of the National Patriotic Front of Liberia, and he knows how it feels to take a man's life. How it feels to poison a water supply, how it feels to slash a man's throat in his sleep, how it feels to plant bombs, and how it feels to fear for your life and just keep pressing on. Shayton was in his twenties when the second war ended and saw the man he helped rise to power become another despot, resign, and exiled. The man felt like his hard work - and all the friends that died - were for nothing, and he had enough. He came to America as a refugee and ended up in Miami, Florida... and unfortunately, Shayton's skills did not translate well to working in grocery stores. Still, it translated to the criminal underworld as Shayton spent his twenties working for the different crimelords that employed him—going from club bouncer to pimp, to pusher, to gangster, bodyguard, to hitman. He did this until his fifties and showed no signs of retiring despite amassing quite a bit of wealth. However, for some reason, Shayton journeyed across the whole country... to join the Wolfpack. Despite some of the other members not approving, Judas is more than welcoming to Shayton and insists that they take it up with him if they have a problem with Shayton's membership. Shayton is an older African-American man with prematurely gray hair and stands tall at six-three. He takes very good care of himself as he looks fantastic for his age and is very muscular and well-toned. Shayton is a very stoic man who rarely speaks but remains emotionally neutral even in the craziest situations. Abstraction: Unknown.
Dean.Walker 35 | Dean Walker | He/Him "You want trouble. I got trouble." @silvermist1116	Description: Dean was the son of a CEO for a major fishing company in St. Portwell back in the 90s and early 00s. He was the stereotypical rich kid. The world was his oyster, his daddy bought him everything, he wanted for nothing. In high school, he was scouted to play college football as a quarterback. On a weekend he was invited to the school, he got into the college party scene. Drugs, women, alcohol, he was into all of it. Wanting to fit in with his new college friends, he met Judas selling drugs on the street. With all the money he had at his disposal, he'd buy coke and weed in large quantities and share it with the boys at his future school. From his many purchases, he and Judas sorta became friends. It wasn't until his father was caught embezzling money from the company that he lost everything. All their assets were seized, the drugs Dean stashed around the house were found, and his father was arrested for embezzling and drug charges. He never fessed up to being the one that bought the drugs. He and his mother were out on the streets with nothing, but what little she had in her bank account. That's when he rans with Judas and his crew full time, eventually helping to form the Wolfpack. Dean handles the acquisition and the money made from selling of a variety of drugs. Coke, meth, pain killers. If it's addictive and illegal, he's got you covered. He has lower level grunts selling for him, and if anything goes wrong he'll handle it with threats and violence. He's charismatic and good with his words. He puts on the charm when he's trying to get something that he doesn't want to use violence to get. He's careless with people that don't suit his needs, and possessive of the ones that do. You mess with one of his members, he'll fuck you up. Touch his girl when he didn't say you could, he'll fuck you up. People are no more than things for him to use as he pleases. There's very few he respects. The Judas and his mother being the only ones. He plays nice with the other members out of respect for Judas. Dean's a big man. He's 6'5 and mostly muscle. He dresses like a stereotypical biker. Leather biker jacket with the Wolfpack's logo on the back, black pants, and leather boots. He rides a 2006 Harley-Davidson. Touch his bike, he'll fuck you up. Abstraction: Unknown.

Da PRA

Nakala.Phillips
38 | Nakala Isabelle Phillips | She/Her "I want to know how I can make a difference, how to make people take me seriously."	Description: Callsign: Arrow. Senior Agent and Meifeng's third in command. The daughter of a PRA Regional Commander named Michelle Phillips, a rough and tough woman known for being a hardass, passes that down to her daughter. Nakala Phillips was born in Miami, Florida, and her best friend growing up was a half-black, half-Puerto Rican girl named Olivia Clarke. Olivia got Nakala into Archery when she was younger, and she did not think she would be good at it (she's a woman with giant hands!) but turned out to be a natural. She competed in various archery tournaments around the country. Still, after losing a tournament by the tinest of mistakes, Nakala underwent her Kindling-Event, discovering her connection to Red & Purple Lux. However, she did not have a grand goal and continued with her life, eventually starting a business as a hairstylist and having a daughter, Jolinda (Jojo). One day, she discovered that an Apparition had killed her friend Olivia and desired to protect Jojo from the same fate. She contacted her mother (who had long retired) and asked her to get her into the PRA, who pulled a few strings with some friends to get Nakala into the PRA and reached the rank of Senior Agent. The Director considered Nakala to have potential in the PRA due to her skills, and she was one of the prospects to receive the Champion's Belt. Nakala is a very strong-willed and determined human being. She takes a lot after her mother and how she was raised, and she was raised to be a strong woman, full of spirit who takes nothing from nobody. Nakala is a caring and loving human who sometimes lets her pride cloud her judgment and focuses on what's in front of her. Nakala is a very tall woman who stands at six-one and is very muscular with a deeper-than-average voice and braids she ties into a bun when on a mission. She carries her compound bow as her primary weapon (and Channeler) but keeps an M4 strapped to her back and a pistol on her hip. Abstraction: Adept - Purple & Red Lux. Channeler: Her Compound Bow. Portal-Arrow: Nakala imbues an arrow with Purple-Lux, creating a portal where ever she shoots her arrow. She can only make a portal between areas that she can see. Elemental-Arrow: Nakala can fire an arrow made out of a different element (Fire, Electricity, Stone, Ice, etc.,) which will explode into said element on impact. Arrow-Direction: Nakala can use her Purple-Lux to direct her arrows in mid-air to perform feats like turning corners, ricocheting off objects, etc. Wall-Walking: Nakala can use her Purple-Lux to defy gravity and walk on walls to get in better positions to hit opponents with arrows. Momentum-Cancelling: Nakala has devised a spell to negate her momentum (she teleports it to another dimension) with zero ill effects. Terramancy: Nakala can manipulate a few hundred pounds of stone in a five-meter radius. This Spell lacks fine control and focuses more on raw power.
Samson.Brown
27 | Samson Isiah Brown Jr | He/Him "Look, my father wasn't the best, but he had some wisdom. He told me always to see things through, never give up, and never show weakness."	Description: Callsign: Phoenix. A native of Philadelphia, he joined the Army at seventeen, and when he graduated high school, he was whisked away on an adventure where he partied, cleaned, and had lots of sex with strippers. However, he ended up in Iraq during the GWOT, and during a convoy, his Humvee was seemingly hit by an IED. He was on the brink of death, but the crater had a strange, alluring fire, and he crawled towards it. Only to find an entire phoenix inside the crater, and he touched it - becoming bound to the Apparition. His wounds were instantly healed... which was not good as he was the sole survivor of the incident and hit with many different accusations by his former comrades. He was sent back to the States, where he was approached by PRA Agents who found the whole situation just a little bit weird. They found out about the Phoenix and asked Samson to join, and he accepted; they pulled some strings to get him honorably discharged from the military, and he became one of the best Agents (The Director considered him for the Champion's Belt). Originally, Samson was stationed in his home city of Philadelphia, but Director Alcott pulled him to St. Portwell to handle the Stygian Snake situation. Samson is an average-height man who cares for himself at the gym at five-ten, so he'd be mission-ready. He's a very calm and reasonable person who is slow to anger, but once he gets there, oh boy. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Phoenix. Samson is adjoined to the mighty Phoenix, and he can transform into it at will. It stands at twenty-three feet tall with a wingspan of twice that, and it boasts incredible pyrokinetic abilities. He can spew an inferno of flames and create a wave of fire with a flap of his wings. The Phoenix can fly incredibly fast despite having limited mobility. In addition, the Phoenix boasts incredible strength, capable of up a truck and flying off with it. Samson's secondary ability is regeneration - which he has in human form. Whenever he's injured, a fire will appear at the wound and quickly heal it, appearing as good as new a few moments later. Finally, Samson possesses the famed power of the Phoenix, self-resurrection. Once killed, Samson explodes into a cloud of fire, ash, and smoke, leaving nobody behind. Days later, all the ash will gather, and he'll be born anew, brought back to a physical state where he died with all his memories intact and his body restored. Thus, Samson is more or less immortal... unless the ashes are wet, it will permanently kill him.
Sonya.Mayfield
27 | Sonya Summer Mayfield | She/Her "See? I'm a froggy! Just don't ask me to ribbit!"	Description: Callsign: Merryday. Sonya is a half-Caucasian, half-Mexican woman who grew up in San Antonio, Texas. Once she was of age, Sonya enlisted in the Army as one of the few Cavalry Scouts. She was in the Army for several years and attended Sniper School, intending to become a Green Beret. However, she was passed over several times due to being a female despite being one of their best shots - however, Sonya remained a chipper demeanor. In the Army, she met her future wife, Maria Costello, and the two got married after a long-distance relationship. However, she was stationed in Fort Polk, Louisana, for a bit, and as it turned out, some members of her unit worshipped a Frog-Apparition named Gulgorath... to which they attempted to sacrifice her. The PRA was hot on the trail of this little cult and barraged before Gulgorath could eat Sonya. However, Sonya was afflicted in the process, which gave her Amphibian-like features. Sonya was offered a place in the PRA alongside her wife, Maria, as a sniper, and she became famous for her skill. Sonya has taken down several dangerous Paranormal-Beings who didn't even know what hit them. Sonya usually goes from place to place because of her skill as the PRA top sniper, but she was initially in LA before Director Alcott called for all hands on deck and was sent to St. Portwell. Sonya appears to be an ordinary woman from a distance, but she has animalistic features as a part of her affliction. She has a mouth of needle-like teeth, webbed hands and feet, orbs at the end, and large eyes. She's petite, at five foot even, but otherwise in good shape. Sonya is eccentric, bubbly, overly kind, and compassionate, contrasting her attitude with the rest of her team. She's just another special agent who adds fun to the group. Abstraction: Afflicted - Amphibian Physiology. Sonya has the abilities of the strange and wonderful Amphibians that inhabit the land and the water. Sonya has various abilities, not just them, but also some abilities from Reptiles. Sonya, most notably, has a tongue six times the length of her body, allowing her to grab an object (or person) or get around the area. By nature, her body is very flexible, and she has super strong legs that let her jump incredibly high, and she can swim extremely fast. She breathes through her skin (which is coated in a layer of slime), can heal faster, regenerate limbs, camouflage herself, survive being frozen, change genders (she did this accidentally twice!), hear, smell, and see better. Also, she reproduces like a Surinam Toad. You're welcome.
Helena.Page
30 | Helena Ava Page | She/Her "Focus on the mission, complete the mission, go home."	Description: Callsign: Falconer. A woman from Bakersfield, California, who came from a relatively wealthy family, she had always dreamed of being a pilot flying in the Air Force. So her family pulled a few strings, and she went to school, got an easy bachelor's degree, and got commissioned in the Air Force. She completed Initial Flight Training and Undergraduate Flying Training and was on her way to becoming a decorated pilot in the Air Force. However, during one of her flight training missions, she encountered a mysterious Apparition known as the Flock, a mass of different bird-Apparitions. These Apparitions formed around her jet and seemingly guided her along... unaware that she had become adjoined to the Flock, she told her chain of command that she had gone crazy! After a mental health assessment, she was determined to have schizophrenia and deemed ineligible for the program. This sent Helena into a deep depression... but she was approached by the PRA, who was tracking the Flock. They told her about the true nature of the Flock and the world of Paranormal, then offered her a spot in the PRA... which Helena accepted, in which she encountered many other agents during the infamous Lighthouse incident. She was in the Miami Branch before Director Alcott called her to St. Portwell due to her skill and the power of her Abstraction. Helena Page is a very callous and aloof woman who prefers to focus on the mission and keeps the small talk to a minimum. Due to her wealth, she sees herself above most other Agents and only respects Maximilian and Meifeng. However, she constantly gets knocked down a peg by the other Agents. Helena is a five-eight woman with wide hips but is otherwise well-built. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Flock. After a chance encounter during a training mission, the Flock choose Helena to be their next host after the death of their previous one. The Flock has the appearance of a mass of hundreds of different birds. Helena can individually control each of them and give them various tasks over a wide radius, and she is one of the most powerful PRA agents due to how difficult she is to fight. She can also see through them, and they can lift her and carry her to achieve a sort of flight.
Fiona.Barret
20 | Fiona Ashley Barrett | She/Her "I'm... not sure if they can fix me. I may have to accept that this is just what I am."	Description: Callsign: Mantis. The one of the newest PRA Agents and one of the team's least human-looking members. You see, Fiona grew up in a town in very rural Maryland... then a portal opened up, releasing all sorts of Apparitions, and she found herself fighting for her life as everyone she knew and held dear was killed. She was found by PRA Agents Maximilian Cornell, Leon Vahan, and Helena Page, hiding on a farm, starving, and was extracted... that was when they were ambushed, and Fiona was nearly killed. In a desperate bid to save her, Maximilian released a sealed Apparition and forced it to adjoin to Fiona. It healed all of her wounds while transforming her into a half-bug, half-girl, but Fiona was taken in by the PRA, who offered her a spot in their organization. Fiona hesitantly accepted and was assigned to St. Portwell... where things picked up once Director Alcott heard about the Stygian Snake. Fiona is new and inexperienced, but she's willing to learn, positive, and wants to do her best. Fiona stands at five-six, and her entire body is covered by a rough, green exoskeleton with purple tips. She has an extra set of eyes and massive antennae on her head. Her human face is visible, but she has freakish compound eyes instead of regular eyes. Fiona requires unique clothing that the PRA makes, but she is usually limited to night operations or is behind a special armor that conceals her Paranormal traits. Being the youngest Agent, Fiona is usually paired with Trevor, with whom she gets along. Abstraction: Adjoined - The Mantis. Fiona adjoined with the Apparition known as the Mantis, Fiona has some permanent changes to her body. She permanently appears like a half-insect, half-human, but this comes with some perks. For starters, her chitin armor brings her durability up enough notches that a punch from a professional boxer will have the same effect as getting hit with a wad of crumbled-up paper. Fiona doesn't have claws, but she is much stronger and faster than an average person and can leap incredible heights. However, what is most notable is Fiona's vision is incredible and can pick up motion in a wide range from far away. She can also rotate her head 180 degrees and climb walls. Fiona's final ability is that she can grow wings and zip around the area at high speeds - but this is very loud, so she rarely does it.
Trevor.Obott
25 | Trevor Kevin Obott | He/Him "Ladies call me 'Big Trev'."	Description: Callsign: Silent Flute. Born in the spooky Magnolia Springs, Alabama, as one of two twins, Trevor grew up not only the only male child (well, his twin transitioned) in his family but also the youngest alongside his twin. He grew up an immature, annoying pissant who was ultimately good-natured but lamented that he looked like a girl. He showed prominence for being a computer prodigy as he made programs (and viruses) at only thirteen years old. He nurtured this hidden talent through high school (in which he never held a girl's hand, rip). Via some form of Christmas Miracle, Trevor got into Yale and graduated from their computer science program. He eventually became a professional hacker for big corporations (basically, he was paid to find vulnerabilities in their databases), but he was not happy with it. Trevor wanted to do something more with his life, so he took a month off from work after acquiring quite a bit of wealth and returned to Magnolia Springs... However, it was one rainy night, and he was driving with his sister, Scarlet when he mysteriously crashed. He heard some growling as he pulled his sister out of the car wreckage, and they were chased through the woods by some invisible monster or something. Right when they were cornered, they underwent their Kindling-Event, and two mysterious women in raincoats came by and destroyed the Apparition with some pocket change. They introduced themselves as Meifeng Liao and Cindy Keagan, and Trevor asked what in the fuck just happened to which Meifeng explained it. Trevor asked to join the PRA, and Meifeng couldn't resist the bonus she would get for recruiting him. Thus, Trevor became their computer/hacking specialist who rarely goes out on field operations.... instead, he annoys Meifeng to no end. Due to being one of the younger agents, Meifeng assigns him all the work she doesn't want to do, calling it "Trevor-Duty" (which has become an effective threat to inefficient PRA Agents). Trevor is distinct from the other PRA Agents; he has a feminine face and dainty features. He usually keeps his hair long, his face well-shaven, and he has full lips. He stands at five-five and is very skinny due to going to the gym often (he works legs and nothing but legs). He can appear feminine until he opens his mouth and sounds like a teenager. He likens himself to a lady's man despite constantly fumbling with every woman who has ever talked to him. He has better luck with guys, though. He also loves to mention the Lighthouse Incident (which he was a part of) to the chagrin of his team. Abstraction: Adept - Green Lux. Channeler: Healing: Trevor has that healing touch, baby. He can heal anyone extremely fast using the Green Lux and acts as the PRA's healer. Narcotic-Touch: Trevor can coat his hands in a transparent, clear chemical that causes psychedelic hallucinations. Shape-Shifting: Trevor can transform his body into people he has seen before... but this Spell is limited by what he knows about the person. Coffee-Shot: Trevor can create a spell that completely removes any tiredness he, or anyone else, has and can allow him to constantly work without having to sleep. Secret Weapon #1: A super secret and powerful spell Trevor saves for emergencies! Secret Weapon #2: Another super secret and powerful spell Trevor saves for emergencies!

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Sloane (@Atrophy), Luca (@FernStone), Jack (@Blizz), and Kali (@Damycles).

Flowers and Canvases.

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Drake didn't get his Peanut Buster.

It seems Sloane has some strong opinions about it all. She spoke about how she had zero confidence in Auri as a leader, the Coven's goals, and whatnot. Personally... Drake was done playing cult, and he had zero interest in the Sycamore Tree Coven past defeating Father Wolf even if they aligned with his goals. That ship has, unfortunately, sailed.

"Heh, I don't think a bunch of kids singing under a tree had that much legitimacy either."

That was the first thing that Drake said. He leaned a bit over the table, his hands together, fingers interlocked. He watched as Sloane handed out her cards, but he didn't take one. He dwelled over Sloane's words about Auri, and while she was friendly, Drake knew better than to trust her unquestioningly. At the same time, this partnership (which is what Drake called it for now) won't work if they don't trust each other just a little. Then Sloane dropped the golden question at them all...

“Maybe I’m out of line. Maybe I'm missing something obvious. I’m curious what you all think. Do any of you even have a desire to actually rejoin a Coven, let alone a Coven exclusively controlled by Auri? Are you interested in protecting this city? Are you just here for revenge?”

Sloane

Before he could speak, however, Drake finally got his peanut buster. The parfait was slid across the table and landed right in front of him, and he looked up to see Jack.

”Consider it a peace offering, for ambushing you earlier,”

Jack

"Hmph, thanks."

Kali and Luca shared their opinions, and DraKe was somewhat inclined to agree with Luca... at the same time, what Kali said made a lot of sense. Kali said what Drake was thinking when he said...

"Or anyone else really. Nobody here's fit to take charge of everyone in this situation, so I'm not even going to bother suggesting anything like that."

Kali

That hit the nail on the head. Sadly, there wasn't anyone better in this situation. If Drake took charge, people like Tayla would be on his neck. While Drake's philosophies aligned with hers, Sloane was bent on alienating everyone in the Coven. There was no way that the Coven would follow behind Britney, especially given Stormy's reaction to seeing her after ten years. He'd place some stock in Simone being the only reasonable choice, but Drake doubted she would even want to be the leader! The others were not leadership material.

Well, it was time for Drake to air out his thoughts.

"Honestly, I think that the Coven should have disbanded after the Stygian Snake was defeated... afterward, it was nothing but a shitshow," Drake started. I don't have anything against Auri or her leadership... right now, that is. But, no matter who calls themselves the leader, things aren't going to be any better or worse. It's still chaotic as it was when we were fighting the Stygian Snake. Just look at that meeting!" Drake laughed, then shrugged.

"But, I'm all for giving people chances... you all are being a bit too hard on the gal before she even had a chance to prove herself!" Drake dramatically waved his hand up into the air. "Have you considered bringing some of this stuff to Auri? All know she's a reasonable gal... I doubt she'll flip out over this like Daisy or Ashley used to do."

"So I'd say we should at least set up a line of communication with each other. None of us here trusts everyone, but I can imagine we can all at least figure out one or two people who we trust enough to have our backs. Having a chain where one person checks up on the next in a loop like this during a daily designated time will at least minimize some of the risk of getting caught out alone for whoever this father wolf figure is to pick us off. Alternatively making small groups that can wander around together might also be fine though it will interfere with any of your daily lives if you choose that route but once again, it's your own lives we're talking about here. The main point is that there's safety in numbers. Father wolf's an unknown quantity. Could be a severely powerful individual or a whole organization and we don't even know what they want aside from all of us dead. I'm not saying we need to organize into a proper coven again but I do heavily recommend we at least try to lay low for a bit and stick together until we have more information on the situation. After all, St. Portwell's already a powder keg waiting to burst. I'd rather not stir the pot and start a war whilst we're in the middle of this mess just because we have a few tenuous leads that might be red-herrings all-together."

Kali

Drake shrugged.

"I'm down with this plan, but this reminds me of something I thought about..." Drake rubbed his chin, looked at everything, then raised his head.

"... How do we even know that it's Father Wolf in the first place?"

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Interactions: Alizée (@Estylwen).

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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Accusations, threats, and insults are being slung left and right.

Alizée claimed that she was jumped by these girls during her own "private investigation" (which warranted suspicion in and of itself). At the same time, the opposing side claimed that Alizée attempted to kidnap their friend out of the strip club. Stormy didn't help by jumping to conclusions based on old wounds (as he loved to), but he was missing the bigger picture. Britney looked to the left and then the right and spoke to Alizée (and sort of Stormy).

"Look, it doesn't matter who did what; it's over. Let's just get out of here before this..."

Then Alizée broke, attacking Stormy and the girl with the dreads with her shadow hands - screaming like a maniac!

"... Escalates."

Britney's heart rate went up as she watched. Thankfully, Sully managed to get the girl out of the way, and Stormy cast a spell that eliminated the shadow hand. That left Alizée, as Britney needed to calm her down, and she agreed with Stormy. However, Britney knew the perfect way to calm down Alizée.

"Alizée, STOP! Don't you know this is what they want?! They want to fly off the handle because you're proving them right. Don't let them control you and get you out of your energy like this!"

However, she heard a group of motorcycles approaching...

... Followed by a gunshot.

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The Greenwood Coven.

Interactions: Stormy (@Blizz), Sully (@Atrophy), and Alizée (@Estylwen).

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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”You know about the Sycamore. I feel like so should remember you, have we met before? I haven’t been in town since things broke down, back in the day.”

Stormy

Naomi turned towards Stormy, slapping a hand on her hip as she said,

"We have not met before, sir, but we have a mutual friend," She tilted her head towards Sully, "And we're very familiar with your former Coven sister, Em-"

Naomi barely had time to process things and got shoved to the ground unexpectedly by Sully... she looked up and saw the shadow hands narrowly miss her as she felt a newfound appreciation for their friend. Only for that to get replaced with rage. She bared her teeth as she hopped up to her feet, getting ready to kick Alizée's ass.

"Alright, bitch, let's-"

"No, no, no!" Jessica quickly ran before Naomi, putting her back to the girl as she stretched her arms out. Acting as a shield to block the two parties from continuing fighting. "I'm sorry, but we are leaving."

Naomi narrowed her eyes, putting her teeth away.

"The kid's right; the Wolfpack's comin'! And the PRA might be on the way, too! I don't know if you guys know about them, but they are two groups that you don't want to deal with. Later!"

"Jess, where is your truck?"

"At my parent's house, heh, took the bus, sister!"

"Yeah, I don't care if we gotta walk, let's haul as-"

"EGGPLANT!"

Autumn shouted, pointing down the street, when everyone finally noticed the motorcycle engines in all the chaos. There were several.

And it didn't take a genius to tell what that meant.

"Aw, fuck me!" Jessica shouted.

"Alright, we have to go,"

It was too late; the bikers stopped skidding, blocking them.

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The PRA.

Interactions: Bianca (@FernStone).

The PRA Headquarters.

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on the very outskirts of St. Portwell, a massive and official building stands tall. Outside of the building's gates is a sign that says Global Freight Solutions, but many would note that people rarely go in or out of the building - with some law enforcement vehicles (including a helicopter) occasionally flying in or out. Many conspiracy theorists have broken in only to mysteriously end up back home as if it were a dream.

That's because it's the PRA headquarters.

Deep within the halls of this PRA building, a tall, African-American woman with braids (not dreads you racists) sat in an office chair in a dimly lit office room wearing a suit. She had the backrest leaned back and had her feet (sans shoes) on the empty desk. The office room was empty - like literally, there were only the desks and the desk separators. She was typing away on her cell phone.

Someone opened the door, and she turned her head to see a a well-built African-American man that stood a few inches shorter than her. He leaned against the doorframe and had a shit-eating grin on his face as he said,

"... You know Meifeng will have your throat if she sees you sitting like Agent Phillips,"

Agent Phillips rolled her eyes.

"Meifeng- I mean, Agent Liao is off for the rest of the night and barely cares about what we do here as long as we don't burn down the building, Agent Brown," Agent Phillips answered as she stood straight up.

Agent Brown shrugged.

"Just teasin',"

"We have a problem; Agent Manolo said there's a Paranormal fight outside a strip club of all places, and then it went dark." Agent Phillips said as she walked over to Agent Brown.

"Do we know how many are fighting? What they can do...?" Agent Brown asked.

"I asked, but Agent Manalo went dark," Agent Phillips said.

"Maybe she got a lap dance, heh," Agent Brown chuckled.

"Go get ready, and I'm going to gather the others and tell them to get ready, too."

"Everyone else is in the rec room, I think," Agent Brown said, "But I could probably get over there faster in Phoenix form. You know the normies can't see it."

"Go ahead and make sure that Agent Manalo is okay,"

"Gotcha'," Agent Brown said as he took off, and Agent Phillips went to find her special and trainee Agents. The Recreation Room wasn't that far away; Agent Phillips was just in there, after all. The halls of the PRA building were quiet and dimly lit, as it usually would be full of activity. Agent Phillips found the activity when she approached the rec room and heard the sounds of a TV and the excitable and endearingly childish sounds of Agent Obott and Agent Mayfield, probably playing on the arcade machine. When Agent Phillips turned the corner, she saw Agent Obott and Agent Mayfield playing foosball.

"... I'm getting you back for that game of Mortal Kombat the other day!" Agent Obott, a short and very feminine guy with very long hair, wearing a tank top that was almost transparent and jeans tucked into some combat boots, was on one side.

"... Hey! That's not fair! I'm slippery!" Agent Mayfield, a short blonde-haired woman with bright green eyes, and some inhuman, frog-like features - webbed hands, padded toes and fingertips, and a mouth full of teeth, was on the other.

Agent Obott hit the decisive blow and sent the ball careening across the foosball field, landing in Agent Mayfield's goal and he threw his arms in the air, shouting, "Boo-yah!"

He turned over to Agent Barrett... the most inhuman out of the bunch, who appeared to be a humanoid mantis with a green exoskeleton, antennae, and two large eyes on the sides of her head. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie a few sizes too big.

"You want a round, Fiona?" Agent Obott said to Agent Barrett.

"Oh, um," Agent Barrett said, "I'm good."

That was when Agent Phillips took a step forward and shouted.

"Listen up! Everyone get ready, we got a situation on the north-east!"

"Hey, I'm off today," Agent Obott said.

"Well, too bad you're hanging around the building, so that must mean you want something to do."

"Aw."

"Gladly!" Agent Mayfield hopped to her feet. "Can I bring my sniper rifle?!"

"Of course," Agent Phillips said. "Agent Manalo reported a fight at the Veni Vedi Veni club between a bunch of Paranormals."

"What? Did somebody try to get out of paying for a lapdance?" Agent Obott said as he walked over.

"No clue, but Agent Manalo went dark; we have to get there immediately, and ensure that she is okay... I'd hate to have Regional Commander Liao go on the warpath."

"Again!" Agent Mayfield said in a chipper tone.

Stepping through the door was Agent Brown in full body armor... and next to him was Agent Page, a short blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman with spiky hair, also wearing armor. Agent Brown threw a thumb over his shoulder.

"... And look who I found, trying to hide!" Agent Brown stated, "She really wanted to catch up on her Candy Crush on the clock."

"Look," Agent Phillips said, "We need to hurry up and ensure Agent Manalo is alright. You all have ten minutes. Samson, you go ahead since you're way faster."

"Rodger!" Everyone said in unison before Agent Brown ran out of the room.

"... And it's Agent Brown!" He said before Agent Phillips facepalmed.

Everyone got ready, stuffed themselves into two different St. Portwell Police Department vehicles, and rushed to the Veni Vedi Veni strip club.

Hold on, Agent Manalo... Agent Phillips thought to herself as she sped off.

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The Wolfpack.

(With little bits from Greenwood)

Interactions: Everyone presesnt, but especially Alizée's (@Estylwen) bitch ass.

Veni Vedi Veni Parking Lot

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Many were used to the roar of the Wolfpack's motorcycles... especially those who lived in the northeasternmost part of St. Portwell. Many were smart enough to clear the streets the second they saw them coming - those even wiser stayed out of that part of St. Portwell, as the Wolfpack weren't the friendliest lot of people. The howl of their motorcycles rapidly approaching the strip club was not noticed as the group in the parking lot were more concerned with each other.

The lead biker hit the pedal and flew ahead of the rest of the Wolfpack - he was the first to appear on the scene with a skid, and he quickly brandished a Glock, aimed it into the air, and let off a shot into the air. It cut loader than the voices - the chatting, the fighting, and the yelling - as the rest of the Wolfpack skid on scene.

The leader of the bunch, a very tall, imposing, muscular man with blue eyes and spiky blonde hair, got off his bike, tucking his pistol into his jeans... still having it on open display as he walked up. He cupped his hands together and shouted,

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!"

"Fuck, it's Valjean," Jessica whispered, leaning into Pearl.

"Valjean, Elodie, Shayton, Cyril, Maggy, Dean, and Victor.... no Judas or Curs." Amelia quietly stated.

"He musta' sent all his goons," Jess said.

"This could get very ugly," Pearl whispered.

"Judas only sent his cronies."

Valjean, the second in command of the Wolfpack, walked into the chaos and shouted, "No one is going anywhere! The next person to move is going to get cut the fuck down!"

A scramy, tall, blonde-haired woman put a sadistic smile on her face as she pulled out a pistol. Many would be able to notice the track-marks up and down her arms, but few would likely have the street smarts to tell what they are. "Try me, you ugly motherfuckers! I look forward to putting some of you in the dirt!"

"Now, can someone tell me, who the fuck here killed Joe Skinner?! Don't give me any of that "Aw, we didn't do it, believe us" bullshit! Shit ain't happen until you motherfuckers showed up, thrashing the place! So, you guys have one fucking minute to decide who the fuck killed a member of our pack before we send all of you to your God!"

Valjean then stomped on the ground.

"So, who did it?!"

"We have no clue what the fuck you're talking about!" Naomi shouted.

"Well, you better figure it out now because Daddy Wolf is on his way... and trust me, if he gets here, all of you motherfuckers are dead!"

"Could it have been one of these guys?" Jessica asked.

"No clue, but we need an opening so Amelia can teleport us out of he-"

"Shut the fuck up and stop plotting like we can't hear you!" Valjean shouted at Pearl.

A member of the Wolfpack, an average-height man with dyed red hair, covered in tattoos, and had very shitty dreads... he pointed a Norse axe at Alizee and said,

"You there, come here. Before we get testy."

Strangely enough, the air temperature started gradually rising, the water in the vicinity started drying up, and sand began sprinkling all over the area.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Roll credits.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Sully (@Atrophy), and Alizée (@Estylwen).

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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It was chaos out here.

It didn't take a genius to tell that shit went down here - cars were flung, there were craters in the ground, ghostly webs, and more! Britney didn't know why Leon and Alizée were there or who these other strangers were, but they seemed calm with Sully, so they were excellent in Britney's book. Bianca was here, but by the time Britney had recognized her, she hauled ass out of there. Britney wanted to ask her what in God's name happened here, but she knew even if she called her Bianca was likely to ignore her and keep going.

Alizée ran over and gave her the second hug she received in over an hour - and this one didn't squish her titties that badly. Britney was happy to see Alizée, and it warmed her stomach to get such a warm reception from her friend. However, she listened to everything, even these people... they were throwing all sorts of accusations towards Alizée, who insisted that nothing happened here. Britney held onto Alizée by her shoulders as she smiled incredulously, saying,

"... It doesn't look like nothing happened here." Britney followed that statement with awkward laughter. "Alizée... have you been night stalking again? I thought you said you stopped."

Britney looked Alizée dead in the eye, as her expression did not slightly change.

"Do not lie to me."

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Auri Auclair.

Interactions: Jack (@Blizz)

Flowers and Canvases.

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Everyone trickled out in groups, and Auri hoped they would chase after their lead rather than just go fool around. It seemed like many people were not taking the threat of Father Wolf seriously and seemed more concerned with squabbling and wasting time. Her store was also in ruins, and she wondered if she should have just led the group to the base of operations where she had spent hours (well, it would have been hours without the butterfly staff) decorating! However, one person stuck around despite it all...

”It wasn’t a waste of time, calling us here. If I knew we were being picked off sooner, I’d have Father Wolf buried by now. And I know you had high hopes for reuniting us, but we haven’t been a family since we sealed away the Snake. The coven was a family for many of us, myself included, but what we have now is nothing more than memories. The longer we spend dwelling on the past, the less time we have to focus on what is happening. Give them time, they’ll return sooner or later, once they’re ready. They won’t let this stop them from finding who is trying to kill us all.”

Jack

"... It wasn't," Auri agreed.

She sighed as she walked over to one of the paintings she had for sale. A little witchy piece reflecting her time in the Coven, and she held it with both hands as she sighed.

"It was a family for me, too... despite the issues I had with Daisy and Ashley," Auri awkwardly laughed, hoping Jack didn't want to pry that up because that was not a bridge she wanted to go down right now. She placed the painting down. "I'm just worried that either the killer is lurking among us or... a part of something bigger."

She awkwardly tugged at her collar as she thought about her conversation with Kali in the back room.

"This obviously has something to do with the Stygian Snake, and from what I hear from Lynette, there are lots of other organizations of Paranormals out there - not just in St. Portwell! Maybe someone out there wants the Snake; who knows."

She sighed.

"If only we still had Kari... we probably would have found this Father Wolf and been about our day... but, I digress. These are the cards we have been dealt..."

She looked off to the side.

"But, you should get a move on," Auri grabbed onto her butterfly staff and tapped it on the ground, releasing a swarm of glowing butterflies; they quickly cleaned up her poor flower store that had been ruined during the debacle earlier. "I'm going to head to that strip club to see if Judas and his Wolfpack are behind this... and hope nobody does anything too brash or stupid."

However, Auri knew that she was aiming a little bit too high here. It was the Coven, after all. Even if it's been ten years, they haven't changed much.

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The Greenwood Coven.

(Except Naomi)

Interactions: Sully (@Atrophy).

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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“Need a hand, Doc?”

Sully

The healing aura was doing its job, but Kashmira would like some assistance if a fight restarted... which she felt would happen given how passionately Naomi behaved. Not that Kashmira would blame her because what in the world was wrong with this girl? Kashmira kept her eyes on Alizée. She was a pacifist, but Shiva allowed her to defend herself and the people she cared about if necessary. Kashmira grabbed the chalice, briefly halting her healing, as she opened Jess' mouth and poured it inside - then went back to healing.

Jess swallowed, then her eyes shot wide open as she triumphantly hopped to her feet, flexing while shouting,

"... I live, bitches!"

She stood there momentarily; Pearl and the others sighed in relief.

“What the heck happened here?”

Sully

Autumn, however, walked over to Sully and whispered in his ear,

"... We were trying to take Judas out. Jess was supposed to stand guard inside, but then she-" Autumn made sure to point at Alizée to ensure she knew she was talking about her. "-just... walked out with Jess, and a fight broke out because you know we couldn't let that happen."

She glanced at Naomi and the others, then at Alizée before she continued to whisper.

"... Do you know her? Do you know why she tried taking Jess?"

However, Jess was standing there, with her hands on her hips, smiling like a fool as she said,

"C'mon, Autumn, you know you can't whisper worth shit!" She said as she extended a hand towards Sully. "I can show you what happened if you took my hand! Don't worry, you won't get the cooties... this time."

Sully took Jessica's hand, and she pulled him into a Recollection, one where he would be a third party seeing everything from the second Alizée walked in to now. Afterward, Jess crossed her arms as she said,

"I'll let you make your judgment..."

"How... How the hell do you know each other?"

Alizée

Pearl and Amelia then looked at Sully, trying to quietly tell him not to expose them as Greenwood while they were out of disguise. They trusted Sully...

... They didn't trust the others.

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Naomi Rodgers.

Interactions: Sully (@Atrophy), and Alizée (@Estylwen).

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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"Alizée, Leon. The Sycamore Tree Coven, or at least, well, it's complicated. And who the hell are you talking about?"

Alizée

Naomi put on a shocked face as she sarcastically responded,

"Oh? You mean that Coven that broke up ten years ago?" Naomi tilted her head as if she was astonished by Alizée's stupidity. The child that seemingly ended the fight wasn't receptive to Alizée, as he should, so maybe the goofy ass kid had some sense, unlike Alizée here. "Bull. Shit."

However, Sully and others arrived and Alizée ran into the tall-ass girl's arms. Sully came to help out Kash, and Jess was quick to rise to her feet... rather dramatically, Naomi might add. It was great seeing that Jess was okay, but there was still the matter at hand. Sully and the others asked what in the world went down here, and Alizée was quick to play dumb - even asked how he knew them.

Like Greenwood was the bad guy here.

"How... How the hell do you know each other?"

Alizée

"... Maybe because all of us are good people, and we like hanging out with other good people," Naomi chuckled as she glanced toward Sully. "Psychopaths like you wouldn't understand."

Naomi had a lot of mouth and was not going to let Alizée get even a second of figurative breathing room.

"Nothing... nothing happened here."

"Bullshit."

Naomi hissed as, again, she would not let up on Alizée even for a second and narrowed her eyes at her. She wondered if she would use her little shadow hands on her because she was speaking so out of tone to her. Naomi pointed at Alizée, ensuring she kept her eyes on her to dodge any attacks.

"This fuckin' psycho tried walking out of here with Jess, then squeezed her like she was some fucking chew toy over and again," Naomi pointed at the small crater that was left in the ground, then continued. "Then tried killing Autumn when she dared to try and pry our friend free."

Naomi put a hand on her hip and then rolled her eyes.

"I'm not sure if she's a part of your Coven, but you guys really need to get her on a leash because, trust, there are lots of people in St. Portwell who would have done a lot worse to her."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Luca (@FernStone), Sloane (@Atrophy), Simone (@QueenBea), and Kali (@Damycles).

Flowers and Canvases > Dairy Queen.

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"Oh also," he pointed his finger at Drake and Sloane. "You two sit in the front of the car. Well, Drake will; it's his car, but yeah. Back seats mine, gotta have room to manspread and all."

Luca

Drake laughed.

"Go right ahead, bro! Just warning you know there are some "stains" back there, though!"

He laughed again, but he noticed that Simone wanted to drag Kali along... while Drake was open for Kali remaining in the Coven, he wasn't perfectly comfortable with bringing Kali along. With Luca and Sloane (Maybe Simone), they can say whatever they like, but with Kali, they'd have to remain hush-hush. Especially about Sloane and Drake's little deal. On the other hand... Drake could keep a close eye on the guy and ensure that he didn't do anything (well, anything else) weird or crazy. He briefly narrowed his eyes at Simone, before just shrugged and said.

"The more the merrier, let's blow this joint."

He gestured for everyone to come along as he led Sloane and Luca to his fancy Dodge Charger, which they all entered... and Luca, true to his word, manspread. Drake chuckled as he adjusted his mirror and saw Simone's cr in the back mirror, tailing them. It was about a ten-minute drive before they got to Dairy Queen. Drake pulled into a spot, and they got out and walked into the building - Simone and Kali were right behind them. They got in line, and Drake turned to Sloane with a smile as he said,

"I just want the peanut buster, you know. I'm not going to drain your bank account."

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Interactions: Edict (@AtomicEmperor), Sully (@Atrophy), & Stormy (@Blizz)

Flowers and Canvases.

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"Wait, Grayson-"

Britney saw Edict cry and wondered if she had gone just a little bit too far; he left. There was that urge to go after him, but there was that situation with Stormy threatening her. He wasn't backing down, and Britney devised a strategy to pierce his calve with a wooden spike to slow him down and dip before things got worse. However, Auri and Sully came to her defense and managed to talk Stormy down. Britney sighed in relief, though there was that one thing he said that irked her.

”If she makes one wrong move, I’ll deal with her myself.”

Stormy

"... Don't have anything to worry about, then." Britney said under her breath as she calmly walked away from Stormy. There was that part of her that wanted to say it out loud, but she knew better than to try and get him riled up again. Eve and the others began to trickle out of the flower store, and Britney wondered if she had come too late - or if everyone despised her that much. However, she had no idea what went on during this meeting or what was even discussed; all she was told was that everyone had decided to go to a strip club. Britney couldn't help but shrug.

"We're going to that strip club, right?" Britney asked. "Good. I could use some titties right now. My car can hold like six people...."

She turned towards Sully, then to Stormy. The last person that was going to get in her car was Stormy - not that he was even going to get in anyway - because Britney was a courteous person, she wasn't going to extend that to someone who threatened her. She then said, "Come with me, Sully, let's catch up,"

She finished the sentence with a wave and gestured for whoever would come along to get into her fancy GMC Yukon.

Ambience

@Punished GN@Fernstone@Estylwen@AtomicEmperor

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Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot

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Some of them had converged around him, much to his chagrin. The presence of a humanoid silhouette, like a walking void in the world, had given Clancy some pause, if only momentary. The woman with the ashen hair approached him, but he didn't move or respond.

"Hey, are you okay? You look hurt. Let me see your hand.""

The words were numbing for a moment; he couldn't quite understand why. His attention was on the silhouette circling him, the one that reeked of a familiar, cold presence.

Then, he recoiled - drew his palm back hard to see the blood - the biker's blood - half-smeared off his fingertips. She'd touched him. He'd been oblivious to it for a few seconds, but the realization had sunk in as he snapped back to reality.

"Do not touch me." Clancy's fingers closed inwards, almost into a fist. He shot her a cold glare, his lips creased tight.

"I like this one." The silhouette was talking about him, and that provoked a certain sense of distaste. That's funny, he mused, because I don't like you. A contemptuous "Fuck. You." was all he could muster, barely a whisper - but enough for whatever it was to understand.

He now realized that almost none of the people here were normal, at least not in the traditional sense. All touched by power or harboring power of their own. Possibly even the would-be samaritan, the Latino lady, judging by her generally calm demeanor in all of this. He backed up and shook his head, uncharacteristically impatient "Just get out of my way. I need to go, and I don't have time to wait for you to kill each other."

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The Greenwood Coven.

Interactions: Sully (@Atrophy), Alizée (@Estylwen), and Leon (@AtomicEmperor)

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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It was finally over; the psycho-crazy bitch had let go of Jess, and the girl stopped threatening her - or was it her Apparition that was pulling the strings? Whatever, they quickly ran over to Jess and pulled her as far the fuck away from the psycho as possible. Kashmira knelt and placed both hands on Jess' chest. A green wave of energy overcame Jess, wrapping around her as it mended the various wounds she had received. She had taken a lot of damage... and meanwhile, Pearl, Naomi, Autumn, and Amelia made sure to return the eye contact that Alizée was giving them. Naomi leaned over to Pearl as she whispered,

"... You should put an ice spike through her face like you did to that Nazi bitch."

"I should," Pearl whispered back, "But things are ended."

"... Are we going to let her do whatever with that kid?" Autumn asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know how she was talking about Jess..."

"Look," Naomi said, "I'm not worried about a stupid-ass kid. I'm worried that these two are going to try something else. Amelia, teleport us-"

"I would advise against that," Pearl stuck her nose in. "Someone may recognize our abstractions... and we can not allow that to happen."

"I need time to stabilize her!" Kashmira said, "I've... I've never seen anything like this before!"

"Great," Naomi rolled her eyes. "The Wolfpack are going to be here soon."

"And as far as we can tell," Pearl started, "They have no reason to single us out."

"True,"

"Alizée! Not here, Fille, we need to go! We've fucked everything up now, let's go find you a meal in the Temple! Vite!"

Leon

"... HEY!"

Naomi shouted at them to catch their attention. "Hold up! You motherfuckers think you can do all this shit, try to fuckin' kill our friend, then try to kill us for trying to stop you from killing our friend, and then just up and leave."

"Naomi-" Pearl tried to interject.

"Who in the fuck are you two? Who the fuck are you two with? And please don't tell me you're the leftover Nazis."

A big truck pulled into the parking lot, and getting out of the car was Britney Williams and a few others... the giant gal walked over, looking confused as she asked, "... Alizée? Leon?" She looked around at the chaos as she asked, "... What happened here?"

However, Pearl and Amelia's eyes landed on Sully as the two asked, speaking in unison,

"... Sully?"

Pearl took a few steps forward.

"How are you doing, friend? It is great to see you that you are doing well, friend. I'm also sure that Ruby will be happy to see you as well."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN

*anxiously waiting for a GM post*

@Estylwen

Working on it. I'm busy. It'll be out before the weekend.

S U I T E D 4 L ❤ V E - Romance, Survival, Mystery

If I had more free time I would be down but alas

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

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Interactions: Luca (@FernStone).

Flowers and Canvases.

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Drake rolled his eyes.

This was a waste of his fucking time. Everyone was trying to play nice with Britney like nothing ever happened! Like she didn't ruin Luca's life, and creating more problems in the way of Emily and her sycophant Vashti. Drake didn't so much as look at Britney... however, he felt Greyson prodding him. His barrier was an impenetrable castle that Greyson would have zero chance of entry. Drake was about to punch Greyson in his dumb little face, but everyone else jumped on him - with his big old Ex Britney dunking on him. Even though Drake couldn't look in her direction, he thought that was brutal. Until Greyson starts crying, trying to garner sympathy and leaves, Drake can't help but roll his eyes. Typical.

It was about time for Drake to stop fapping around in this flower shop...

There was the loud sound of pills spilling and other things dropping on the ground. Drake whipped around to see Luca trying to exit quietly - not that Drake could even blame the guy, given that Britney showed up. Drake knelt, picking up everything and cradling it all in his arms.

"Need a hand, bro?" Drake asked, "Are you going to head to the strip club? Need a ride somewhere else?" He asked again.

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The Greenwood Coven.

Interactions: Alizée (@Estylwen) and Leon (@AtomicEmperor

Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot.

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"She's mine!"

Alizée

"Oh no, she ain't!"

Naomi spat back as her eyes drifted over towards Autumn. The psycho had created another hand made of magic and tried smashing Autumn. Naomi's heart skipped a beat as she watched Autumn backpedal and dodge the hand... leaving behind a fucking crater. This bitch was trying to kill them. However, the hand managed to grasp Autumn, and the girl yelped; her glasses hit the ground... but she disappeared in the blink of an eye. Naomi's head darted around until she managed to catch Autumn near the strip club, floating down to catch her breath. Fortunately, she had both of them bound in her webs, the same webs she had in her hands.

She squeezed Jess again, and the girl couldn't even scream! That filled Naomi with a new type of determination to end things with. However, it was at this point that Pearl had taken her side.

"... You couldn't wait two minutes for me to get here?" Pearl asked as she aimed both of her hands at the two.

"Sorry, the bitch is crazy!" Naomi answered.

"Who are they?"

"I don't know," Naomi started, "I think they might be Kaiser Draeger's leftovers. Really getting those vibes from her."

"... Traffic cone! Six o'clock!" Autumn shouted and drew both of their attentions towards the girl who was watching them, smoking a cigarette. Greenwood had a code system that, whenever Autumn spotted an Adept, they would call it out with an object the same color as their Lux. Shouting orange would have been unmistakable. Naomi looked at the girl, knowing she couldn't be one of the Nazis.

However, the girl resumed her attack and summoned two spinning hands, brushing aside cars like it was nothing. These two know nothing about subtly, it seems. Naomi thought to herself as she lept backward, and she saw Pearl backpedal immediately to dodge the attack. Kashmira did the same, while looking at Jess with a worried expression. When her feet hit the ground, Naomi focused and created a net of webs that would ensnare the two hands if they got caught - at least giving them a brief window even if she despawned and respawned her ethereal graspers.

Naomi noticed Amelia simply floating high above the two hands. She cupped her hands together and shouted,

"Falcon!"

The two immediately got what she meant and prepared to give it their all. However, the wolf man turned on his ally...

"Drop the fucking Ginger!"

Leon

"... That's what we were trying to get Sabrina, the Teenaged Nazi, to do!" Naomi shouted.

This was when Pearl took the lead... she stepped forward very slowly, raising her index and middle fingers on both hands. She had her left hand pointed forward and her right hand pointed to the right as she advanced... the air started getting cold as diamond dust surrounded the girl, and the air temperature visibly dropped. Naomi knew that Pearl would try and talk to them.

But Naomi knew that they were past that.

"We do not wish to fight! Please release our friend and we will leave! There are more of us on the way, and the Wolfpack is likely on the way as well; there is no way for you to win! We will do anything for our friends. If you do not stop... we will be forced to kill you! And trust me, everyone here has taken a life before, and we will show you no quarter!"

"... Not me!" Kashmira raised a finger.

"Kash, just get down!" Naomi said.

However, Leon gave Amelia just the opening she needed, and from the air she dove Jessica with her hand out as fast as her abstraction could will. Naomi knew what Amelia was trying to do, and all she needed to do was grab Jess, and she could teleport her out of there. It was a risky move, but obviously, the girl couldn't handle everything at once...

Naomi prepped to create more webs to protect Amelia if needed...