𝑔𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎

vampireapologist

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ / ɢᴏʀᴇ

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❝ 𝓦𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻. ❞

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ⌯ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ⌯ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ⌯ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ
ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ ⌯ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ⌯ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

〖 𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘 〗

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ⟐ Rebekah Noor Azari Helant
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ⟐ Beck, exclusively. All other deviations pulled from Rebekah are scorned and remain unanswered by her

ᴀɢᴇ ⟐ Nearly twenty-two
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ⟐ 1 January 2000, 00:02
ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ⟐ ☼ Capricorn | ☽ Scorpio | ↑ Libra

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ⟐ She / Her
ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ⟐ Lesbian

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ⟐ Isabella Manderson

〖 𝕭𝖎𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞 〗

Rebekah is the second child of Shining Cove's most esteemed denizens ━ Guiomar Helant and Serah Carwood { who kept her surname }. She grew up in the home attached to the defunct Mother's Eye lighthouse alongside her elder brother Elis { the alleged first-ever Chimera to be born } and her younger twin sisters Betrys and Braith. Of them all, Rebekah is the most like her mother. She resembles Serah the most, but also, she's an avid blood-drinker where her siblings are most definitely not. Therefore, Rebekah has always been closest with her mother . . . and has always felt a disconnect with her father. They don't get along. Of course, there are other factors to consider where their relationship is concerned. For example, when Rebekah was no older than seven, she attacked and killed a mortal who had been passing by the lighthouse in the wee morning hours. She was discovered by Guiomar, gloved in blood ━ the man's insides glistening in the moonlight not far from where she was crouched. Serah would toss the remains into the sea ━ as it was decided that no other option or alternate explanation for the death would make sense to mortal law. While Serah was forgiving, understanding even, Rebekah's relationship with her father never recovered. Being the family's black sheep is not easy, reconciling herself to having murdered someone is not easy ━ both have had an effect on Rebekah to be sure. But she tries to focus on her future ━ and, just for her own health, she has left home to rent a room above the Sailor's Mouth Inn, where she also happens to work as one of their sailor-outfitted waitresses. Still, the cloud of guilt, of rejection follows her no matter where she goes ━ tempts her into situations she ought not be in ━ and sometimes it's as if she can't remember most of her evenings . . .

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⠀⠀Guiomar Helant and Serah Carwood have four children: Elis, Betrys, Braith, and the Mother's Eye lighthouse. Then there's Rebekah. Coming into the world three years behind her brother { the esteemed first chimera } and two minutes after the new millennium, her parents joked that she must've been the "end of the world" that all the humans worried would come at Y2K. It seemed funny back then, but it's not something they would say even in a whisper anymore.

⠀⠀When Beck was two, Serah fell pregnant again. The couple was elated! Elis, too, was excited at the prospect of another sibling. But Rebekah only let out a feral hiss when it was brought up around her. "No baby!" she kept repeating, while trying to pull off the heads of her dolls with that budding supernatural strength. "No baby!" Was it classic spoiled youngest syndrome, or the precursor to something more? Serah found it delightful. "Yes baby!" she would hum as she tickled Beck's toes until her giggle fit put her out of the bad mood. Guiomar couldn't dismiss it in quite the same way, especially when their little baby didn't survive past three weeks old.

⠀⠀Chimera babies are fragile things. Sometimes they come out . . . wrong, with broken wings poking from impossible places and a sickness no magic can cure. That was something many couples were learning as they moved to Shining Cove. Gui could accept it once, yet the second time was somehow much harder to make sense of. Beck and Elis, now four and seven, remember this loss more. It would have been better if Beck hadn’t smile when the news broke: this baby didn't make it either. Maybe she was still too young to understand the implications. Or maybe she had something to do with it. Wasn't she alone with the baby the day before?

⠀⠀Guiomar didn't tell his wife of his suspicions, but they drove him a bit . . . wild. Not trusting your own daughter is its own kind of poison. And Serah, perhaps in her own grief over losing yet another child, was working harder than ever before. She was hardly around, leaving the kids always in Gui's care. And there was Beck, following him with her terrifying gaze — destroying her toys rather than playing with them.

⠀⠀The night with Creissant, a vampiress he knew from what seemed another life, was a mere mistake. It was his anger taking form. It was his grief. But it didn't mean anything, not the way his marriage with Serah did. So he cut it off with her immediately. A single night slip-up would hardly matter; though all the same, he thought it better to not confess.

⠀⠀Only Creiss did not take his rejection with such grace . . . and Guiomar was certainly not about to admit to Serah that their second-born child had just been kidnapped by his extramarital affair. So he bought an absurdly expensive trip for her and her best friend under the guise of "deserving a break from all that hard work," paid a second fortune to have someone babysit Elis "no questions asked," and set about trying to find where exactly his terror of a daughter had been taken off to. Sure, he was half-certain that Rebekah was hell incarnate, but he would never forgive himself if something happened to her.

⠀⠀He would have cleaved Creissant's neck right off when he came across her, but she had laid a little puzzle for him to navigate in order to get to his daughter. And if he took his anger out on Creissant . . . other pieces were in place to ensure Rebekah would meet a similar fate. Guiomar, still a Prince in his blood and bones, did not take her threats on the cheek. He promised to hunt her, to destroy her, if so much as a hair was out of place on Rebekah's head. And if Creiss ever showed her face near Shining Cove again, his murderous gaze would be the last she saw.

⠀⠀But Creissant only laughed in his face; she had no intention of seeing his miserable self again. Wasn't the clock ticking anyway, on how long he had to find Rebekah . . . ? And so, his mistress disappeared.

⠀⠀Too long, too slowly, Guiomar uncovered the mess of riddles she left in her wake. And there Rebekah was, wrapped in gossamer webbing under a large, protruding tree root. Fast asleep. With no memory of where she had been for the last three days. Or who she'd been with.

⠀⠀Upon physical inspection, she seemed fine. Not even a scratch from the rough bark she had been resting again. Her brain, too, seemed intact, save for the memories washed away. Gui had no reason to believe a single thing was wrong with her. In fact, after a few weeks of the family being reunited, Rebekah seemed . . . better than before. Serah appeared to know nothing of the "mishap" with Creissant and fell back into her role of powerful matriarch. { Gui never wanted to see Creissant again, so why would it be weird that he didn't? } Elis was as perfect as always. Beck seemed to be growing out of her perversions and learning from her brother. For two years, even, the Helant-Carwood brood lived in bliss.

⠀⠀"Twins!"

⠀⠀It was a moment worth celebrating; their family would expand once more. But that same shadow passed over Rebekah. Even now, Gui wonders if he could've found a better way to share the announcement . . . if it were somehow his fault . . .

⠀⠀Blood. So much blood. Half of a lung. The heart still beating. A throat, chest, abdomen . . . torn open by a wild animal. And the beast itself. Her. Rebekah. Seven years old, with the claws of a bear and the strength of a tiger. And a life now snuffed out by her own hands.

⠀⠀She was shaking ━ maybe it was fear or shock. Or perhaps it was just the cold wind of the ocean washing over Shining Cove. Rebekah said nothing as her mother tossed what was left of the tourist into the sea. She said nothing as her parents took her inside, scrubbed the blood from her body, burned the stained clothes, and put her back in bed. She fell asleep, easily, as if she were completely unburdened. Yet the girl who awoke the next day was never quite the same.

⠀⠀Rebekah has always been Elis' little sister. Never as impressive as he was with fae magic. Never as good in school or sports. Never as good-looking. The supernatural and mortal communities alike dismiss her; she would always fall in second place to him. But at least with humans, Rebekah could still feel normal. And after that night by the lighthouse, that was all she wanted to be. She threw herself into it. Her father would never look at her the same. Her mother seemed to be walking on eggshells, as if a single thing would set Beck off again. Though at least Serah was trying; she knew what a bloodlust felt like, and she wanted to help Rebekah control it. The problem was, Beck didn't even want to hear of these things from her mother. She wanted to pretend as if that side of her didn't exist at all.

⠀⠀All her friends were muggles; they insisted on using that term once Rebekah spilled her little secret to them. { Serah still doesn't realize just how much Beck has shared with them, and she wouldn't like it if she did. } She followed their trends, listened to their music, consumed their media. She even convinced herself she could live a muggle life . . . college, settling down, a regular job. All of her friends were on track for it; she could be too.

⠀⠀Rebekah and her pals were never popular. They were just four nerdy girls who always whispered and giggled amongst each other; and hey, didn't one of them have a hot older brother? But Rebekah didn't care. Because, back then, it was enough. She got a bit . . . jealous when her friends started having their own interests. Boyfriends. Anything that took up their time and kept the four of them from hanging out like they used to.

⠀⠀Beck thought things would get better when they all got out of their small town and attended college together. Was she worried about being hunted? Maybe. But her desire to get away and be normal outweighed all of that. And a part of her had convinced herself that, away from Shining Cove, no one would know she wasn't human . . . She knows how to blend in seamlessly . . .

⠀⠀Yet all those college applications came back the same way: rejection after rejection. What followed was a rather messy mix of jealousy, anger, and confusion. Her two friends who were leaving town got the worst of it, followed by her parents. Rebekah seemed to have an unending ability to lash out in the most painful of ways. And she realized that all her years of trying to be human were a pathetic joke. Who was she going to fool? No one. No one but herself. And what a fool she had been!

⠀⠀Over time, the bitterness acquiesced into something more akin to carelessness. It isn't lost on her that this would be her fourth and final year of university, if she had made it into any back then. She couldn't stand the suffocation of home any longer and moved out six months ago. A studio apartment that's smaller than the bedroom she grew up with may not sound like everyone's idea of a good time, but Beck had to get away from her monotonous life { as well as her parents and the ever-perfect, ever-the-same twins }.

⠀⠀She seems hell-bent on toeing the lines of her existence and finding out just how immortal chimeras may be. Gone are the days of abstaining from feedings or trying to exist only as a muggle would. What is the point of having all of these special gifts if she isn't going to use them? Sure, she is years behind her peers in terms of their development, and some traits have become painfully rusty from disuse. But Rebekah is growing into being a chimera. Like an animal inside the cage that is Shining Cove, Beck will throw herself at the iron bars like a rabid beast if she has to. Anything to feel alive, even for a girl half-undead.

〖 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 〗

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ⟐ Drying flowers and keeping an abundance of them in her apartment; leaves turning in autumn; the drum of a carotid artery; drinking from the source; her stuffed animal lamb she sleeps with every night, Goderich; juicy fruit; thriller shows or movies; bonfires
ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ⟐ Any physical activity ━ why on earth would a supernatural work out?; sand getting everywhere in her apartment even when she isn't visiting the beach; her work costume; customer service niceness; boredom; airplanes ━ not that she's ever been on one; cleaning

ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ⟐ Anything that's not a sailor uniform or covered in beer / greasy food; dark colors; expensive fabrics; subtle but luxurious embellishments; eclectic, one-of-a-kind pieces; timeless vintage items stolen from her mother's hundred-year-old closet; billowy sleeves; skirts, capes, and dresses that will swoosh dramatically when she abruptly turns; high slits; handsewn lace; pieces beyond the reach of a simple tavern waitress paycheck

ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛ ⟐ Ravenous

ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀɪꜱᴍꜱ ⟐ Shifty eyes that seem to linger a bit too long on others' necks; abhors being touched and will flinch if someone reaches out towards her; twirls many-a-curl around her clawed fingers; keeps eye contact fiercely; seems to take just a little bit too long in between blinks to be natural, which is subtle enough that most people can't pinpoint it . . . they just know they're unnerved by something in her gaze

ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ⟐ Along the cliffs and rocks near the lighthouse, gazing not out at the horizon but at the swirling depths of the shore { as if daring a certain something, or someone, to break through the surface and spill her secret }; Sailor’s Mouth, giving mediocre service to a small group of tables; anywhere drunk humans are congregating, especially if it's dark or easy to lead one away for a few moments of "privacy"; her own place or Tasha's house, looking for any source of entertainment in this boring excuse of a town; Elis and Morgan's boathouse, trying to help plan the wedding but most often just getting in the way
ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ⟐ Once had a trio of humans she was inexplicitly close to, though now only one remains in Shining Cove, the aforementioned Tasha; despite their differences, often hangs out with her three siblings; never shies away from the Chimera-led parties and events known to pop up, though she doesn't hang around with too many of her kind outside of a group setting

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⟐ Waitress at the tavern of Sailor's Mouth Inn

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ⟐ Kidnapped when she was four by the woman her father had a brief affair with; experimented on during this kidnapping, and only one person still living is aware of it; her father glamored all her college acceptance letters into rejections so she wouldn't leave Shining Cove

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ⟐ Her body count is now technically four . . . and that's not amorous; she is vaguely concerned by the blackening of her hands and feet that occurs when she doesn't Feed, but that rarely becomes an issue right now considering her dietary habits; oh and perhaps those habits themselves are quite a secret since she's feeding as much as, if not more than, a regular vampire at this point; the lactose intolerance pills don't actually help but she just takes the stomach ache at this point; she's beginning to resent her mother, who she has always been close to, over this whole Morgan debacle; if pushed, she will take Morgan's side over Serah's . . .

ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʀᴜᴍᴏᴜʀꜱ ⟐ Did you hear she applied to five colleges and got rejected from all of them? Or that she once got in a fight with a patron at Sailor's Mouth when they tried to feel up under her uniform skirt, which left him in the hospital for weeks? I think that Rebekah Helant girl still doesn't know how to swim, even though she lives next to the sea . . . Is she afraid of water or something stupid like that? Do you think it's true that she chased the previous tenant of Suite 2A away when she decided she wanted it? Or do you think she just paid them off?

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʀᴜᴍᴏᴜʀꜱ ⟐ Everybody knows that Rebekah can't even do oneirokinesis; all she can do is look at dreams. None of her gifts live up to her parents or siblings. It's such a waste. Did you know she squandered nearly half of the twins' savings on a gambling website when she was fourteen because they annoyed her? Guiomer and Serah had to travel three states away to the corporation to charm them into giving it back. They also say she's never had a real friend. Those humans only hang out with her out of fear of what she'll do if they don't. Why else do you think two skipped town?

〖 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 〗

ꜰᴀᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ⌯ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ⟐ Elongated canine teeth that, when provoked or hungry, grow into fangs; it could be considered odd that her parents and three siblings all have light eyes, when hers are a deep brown; untameably long nails which might be called claws; protruding blue veins that stay hidden under a frosted cake of foundation; has found that, if she does not maintain a healthy diet of human blood straight from the source, her hands and feet begin to have pitch-black gradients that grow up her arms and legs the longer she abstains, as if she is melting into the shadows . . .

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ⟐ Minor short-term memory manipulation, most often revolving around making a mortal forget she just fed on them; dream sensitivity, meaning she can view what one is dreaming but cannot influence it; supernatural strength and healing; is convinced she can shapeshift { "one time I watched my nose turn into a snout!" }, though all her years of trying since have yielded no results ━ and she doesn't seem ready to admit that she can't shapeshift yet { but everyone else knows that it's certainly above her capabilities }
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ⟐ Like all chimeras, can walk in daylight ━ but seems more prone to sunburn than most; lactose-intolerant { "why couldn't cream just make me drunk instead?! cursed fae blood!" }; sensitive to garlic and aconite; human fragility, despite the expedited healing and improved strength, and she has morbidly interjected many-a-time that decapitation and a stake to the heart would kill any mortal too . . . so she's decided to not test whether she's especially weak to such things; still susceptible to falling for fae glamors, sleep & dream manipulation, or dance ━ just as much as she could be hypnotized by a full-fledged vampire { though she seems to be at least somewhat if not fully immune to the charms of half-breeds and other chimeras, depending on their strengths }; incredibly reliant upon human blood for a hybrid ━ almost suspiciously so, if anyone were to be aware of just how insatiable her appetite were

〖 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 〗

ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ ⟐ 1539 Washington Street, Suite 2A

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⟐ Sailor's Mouth Inn posits itself directly in the center of Shining Cove's historical district, and its colonial style is only partially fake. Most of the building has been around since the town's founding, though expansions over the years have been unavoidable. The new southern half is comprised of the restaurant, some extra rooms, and two "apartments," one of which belongs to Beck. The brick here clashes ever so slightly, and there is a lack of adornment that the front of Sailor's Mouth boasts of. But the eatery's doorway is framed by the same pristine white columns ━ or what were once pristine, before pollution clouded them in shades of dust ━ even if they are overshadowed by the neon lights of its gaudy signage. The clinking of glasses and sizzling of oil can be heard at all hours of the day in Beck's humble home. For as soon as dinner and drink service ends, the bakers arrive to begin the new day’s breakfast preparation for the guests. It kept Rebekah awake for weeks on end when she first moved in, though now she finds the constant hum of human activity soothing. At the very least, the proximity makes it very easy to show up on time for work. { Though very difficult to pretend to call in sick when she doesn't want to go. } On the south side, there is a nondescript entrance that nearly blends in with the brick around it. Nothing marks it as residential. The tenants, it seems, lack their own mailboxes; they have to collect their post at the front desk. Bolted not once but twice, the door always takes an extra-strong push to get it open. The damp has seeped into the wood and swollen the board and frame ever too close to one another, and Beck is certain that the top lock never quite comes out of place all the way. A cramped staircase leads up to a sullen hallway with peeling, fleur-de-lis wallpaper. The door on the right, painted black sometime within the last decade, has its address written in a dull golden script. Beck would say that "Suite 2A" is not so aptly named; the poorly-lit studio doesn't exactly befit itself with anything so luxurious as to be a suite. But having lived there for six months by now, she has settled into making it her own. Rebekah is not allowed to paint the eggshell walls, which explains why every surface is covered in some strange knick-knack or painting. Her wrought-iron bed takes up most of the space. The kitchen is clean, if not a bit dusty; any mortal food she eats comes straight from Sailor's Inn, so she has no use for it. A small ebony desk is shoved in the corner, always covered in little baubles, and the bookshelf is equally disorganized. Thankfully, the claw-foot tub and rest of the bathroom are tucked away in their own little room. But her favorite part is the oversized, velvet settee in emerald. Rebekah fancies herself a widow who recently lost her husband under mysterious circumstances when she lounges on it { even though it's mostly just used for watching tv on her laptop }. And yes, some surfaces of Suite 2A may or may not have some bloodstains on them, but perhaps that's just red paint from the previous tenant . . .

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ᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴋ, ᴀᴜ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟᴇ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Rebekah did not kill the two babies that came before the twins, and she doesn't realize that her father thinks she might have. She doesn't remember the first one at all; she just knows the story of its untimely demise. Her two-year-old self did prod it in a very un-baby-safe way . . . but that did not murder it. Beck can vaguely recall the second lost one because it came out wrong. And that misshapen beast was terrifying at any age, but especially for a four-year-old. In fact, the terror she felt when she was left alone in the same room as it may be her earliest memory.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Calling humans "muggles" was a joke her friends started shortly after she told them the truth. Over a decade later, it still holds up. But Rebekah has to keep reminding herself not to use it in front of others, now that she only hangs out with Tasha from the original girl gang. Perhaps other Chimeras might find it funny, though she's not really tried it out on them yet.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Rebekah, Evelyn, Jane, and Tasha took a blood pact when they were fourteen. It was . . . a bit grueling for Rebekah to endure, but she made it. They all made a promise to the others about never-ending friendship and loyalty, specific to each girl. Rebekah swore to never feed on any of her friends. It seemed like a perfectly agreeable compromise at the time.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Rebekah does not have her waitressing job to pay her bills. She barely understands what bills are. Serah and Guiomar have an absurd amount of money, and they're not concerned about it running out. They can charm their way into anything they want, loaded or not. It has never been a concern, or realization, that they should consider teaching "fiscal responsibility" to their offspring. Rebekah only works at Sailor's Mouth to pass the time and give her a reason to hang out in the dark alley behind it without raising suspicions. That probably also explains why she is so bad at waitressing; she has no fear of what it would mean to get fired.

ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Creissant did not view Guiomar as a one night stand; their evening together was an accumulation of decades of infatuation with him. He was, after all, her sire. That may have created some type of altering bond, or perhaps her obsession came from a far-darker place. Nonetheless, she did not think their coming together was casual or meaningless in any fashion.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ In a fit of madness and grief when it seemed that Guiomar did not care for her at all, Creissant somehow got the idea that she could replace Serah . . . if only she showed him how she could be a better mother to their children. Though Rebekah did not take kindly to her "abduction," which made Creiss realize the hopelessness of her scheme. Rather than give up, however, she was possessed by fury. If Guiomar would not have a happily ever after with her, he would have it with no one.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ That is what caused Creissant to create layer after layer of manipulation in Beck's brain. It was . . . dangerous and experimental at best. She could've snapped the little girl's sanity clean in two. But her plan was not meant to unfold so quickly; she wanted it to take years to completely undo Gui and Serah's perfect little family. Rebekah's new . . . quirks could be triggered by a variety of circumstances ━ new babies, important anniversaries, pleasant memories. Some things would set off explosive reactions. Others simply snowballed onto one another over time, in hopes she eventually turned into an uncontrollable force of hunger. And yet, it would build up so slowly, so gradually, that no one would realize how broken she was until it was too late. Creissant delighted at the idea that it would be Serah or Guiomar that would have to deal the final blow ━ sacrificing their own daughter for the good of others. And how it would break them so!

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ These powerful glamors were initially done alone. Yes, Creissant was a powerful vampiress, but even her charms would've faded with time. Especially with her no longer around to check up on Rebekah and "replenish" them ━ not after Serah finding her. She thought that little vacation Gui sent her away on was a cover-up for him to spend his own romantic getaway with Creissant, rather than hide Beck's missing state. And while she was not wrong about the affair existing, she didn't get the details quite right. Creiss was not given the chance to confess the truth before Serah tore her to pieces. Although Creiss' sister would have never gotten involved in these affairs under normal circumstances, Marta has been fueled by her own vengeance. She discovered what Creissant had done to Rebekah upon reading her journals. So Marta makes sure to come by Shining Cove every once in a while . . . just to make sure Rebekah isn't slipping free from her mental chains.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Beck doesn't think she has a problem. She sees her cravings for human blood as natural, and honestly? The hunt for someone new to feed on is the best way to keep herself entertained in Shining Cove these days. It's fun, not a problem she can't control. { Don't mention how it's basically an overreaction to what she did when she was younger, in forcing herself to be as human as possible. She's creating the same problem, though now on the other side of the spectrum. Her ability to lie to others? Mediocre. But her ability to lie to herself . . . }

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟐ Beck thinks her intense hunger is because she spent so many years fighting them. They were repressed and locked down a little too tight, so she will just have to deal with a few years of . . . cravings in order to find equilibrium. Control over her bloodlust will come in time. And no, she isn't going to ask Mommy Dearest for advice. That would mean admitting she can't take care of this herself. You'd think accidentally draining not one, not two, but three people a little too much would've been the wake-up call she needed. But no.

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〖 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 〗

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⟐ Serah Carwood, vampire
- vampire governer turned mother bear
Serah Carwood is nearing her Hundredth birthday. Vampires have a way of keeping some semblance of order among themselves ━ of "dealing" with those who step out of line ━ and that is through so-called "Regional Governors." All-told, there are some three-hundred-forty Vampire Governors around the world, and they all report back to the Ancients { who are hidden }. Serah used to be a Governor before she left her first life behind to abscond with her now-husband, Guiomar Helant. In Shining Cove, however, she's sort of the de facto Supernatural mayor. { While there is an official mortal mayor, he would not be much help in certain bloody situations. } Serah does a lot of cleaning up for her kind ━ a lot of protecting and seeing that Glamors around the town are in working order alongside her husband { who's much better versed in that kind of magic }. And there is no doubt in her own mind that she would do whatever it takes to keep, not only Shining Cove, but her own family intact. Even if it means unsavory actions that perhaps not even her beloved husband is aware of ━

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ⟐ Guiomar Helant, fae
- prince turned lighthouse keeper
Guiomar is a little younger than his wife ━ the youngest brother of his Fairy Queen mother's royal brood. His mother { "may she rot" } is not Guiomar's favorite subject given she did make an attempt on his infant son's life via an assassin and countless other attacks against the place he now very happily calls home. No, it isn't all orgies and moonlight cavalcades through the night sky, but Gui wouldn't have it any other way. Or so he tries to believe. There are aspects of being the keeper of the decrepit Mother's Eye that aren't enjoyable ━ sometimes Serah can become overbusy with townie business, sometimes his children aren't the sort of creatures he foresaw them being. Sometimes { no, just once } Guiomar's head was turned by another woman, a Vampiress. While he believes Serah never knew about her, the truth is that she found out . . . and that she handled it as she handles every troublesome detail that threatens her new life and family. If Guiomar knew . . . well, who can truly say? For now, the unwitting former Prince is content to live life as he always has ━ in support, in faith . . . in perpetual fear of losing his Serah.

ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⟐ Elis Helant, fae-leaning
- esteemed heir and doting fiancé
Elis is the eldest child of Guiomar and Serah, and the alleged first Chimera to ever exist. He's the child the Fairy Queen { his own grandmother } sent an assassin to off with a needle. It was a failed attempt, of course, and Elis was far too young to remember any of it. However, he can't escape the thought that it's everyone's first thought upon encountering him. Elis has been out of his parents' home for a few years now. He lives on the harbor in a small renovated boathouse which he shares with his fiancée Morgan Cadell, who is a so-called "Halfling" { Mortal-Fae child }. The pair are set to be married soon, and Elis can hardly wait. The only issue is that his mother is not a fan of Morgan or her family ━ and seems to be abstaining from wedding plans in order to display her displeasure without actually saying anything. Elis has discussed with his mother, more than once, her objections, but it always comes down to a shouting match and absolutely nothing is solved. Recently, Morgan has taken ill { miscarriage }, and Elis is forced to forget about his mother for a little while. If he's seen about town, everyone knows who he is ━ knows his business well since Shining Cove is an unbearably small town. Elis is gracious and always kind, but lately he's been a bit short with people ━ but that's forgivable given his and Morgan's unfortunate situation.

ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡ ⟐ Morgan Cadell, halfling
- baker
Morgan is the child of a Fairy mother and a mortal father, and is engaged to as well as cohabitating with Elis Helant. Morgan is not one to be pushed around, but for some reason, Serah Carwood causes her to feel like a meek little girl all over again. Her inexplicable disdain for Morgan and her family hurts, especially since Morgan is looking forward to marrying Elis, and she would prefer his family to be happy about the union. However, in order to keep moving and planning the wedding, she's had to let go of that desire for now and let Elis handle his mother on his own. For a time, Serah's disapproval was the roughest thing happening in Morgan's life ━ her work life as a baker was going swimmingly and she was excited about what the future had in store for her and Elis. Then the miscarriage. It was unexpected ━ Morgan didn't even know she was pregnant ━ yet nonetheless devastating. It's been a month and a half since the incident, and Morgan has hardly left the bed. And, she hasn't said anything to Elis yet, but she is thinking about calling off the wedding . . . as she has a strong suspicion that, whatever happened to cause the miscarriage, Serah Carwood is behind it.

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴꜱ ⟐ Betrys and Braith Helant, fae-leaning
- high school sophomores
Betrys and Braith are a matching set in every way. They practically move as one as they glide down Shining Cove's streets, and though they seem to speak English to one another, they use such clipped phrases and unique slang that nearly everything they say to one another is incomprehensible. There is actually a natural difference in their appearances, but they've mastered glamoring it away, leaving them completely identical. It's almost eery, how in sync they are. They've never had something separate from one other. The same bedroom, despite the house having room for each to have their own. The same class schedule. The same wardrobe. Their only other friends are their siblings, and even Elis and Rebekah are kept at arms' length from them. Betrys and Braith are too peculiar for anyone to make sense of . . . except Guiomar. He's the only one who can understand everything they do. Rebekah nearly finds it sickening, the way the three of them are so close. Daddy's little angels, she supposes, with a bit more bitterness than she should. Why wouldn't he love them so? They're practically fairies instead of chimeras; not a single vampire trait to be seen. Serah doesn't know whether to be insulted or grateful. But being fae comes with its own darkness. Perhaps they're not sucking mortals free from blood like a certain Helant girl, but these fifteen-year-olds are growing older now . . . growing into their powers. And nothing says fairy like a bit of good old-fashioned trickery, regardless of the human cost.

ᴘᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ⟐ Lilliana, fae

〖 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 〗

ʙᴇꜱᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ / ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ⟐ Evelyn Constantine, human
- senior political science and psychology double major at boston university
Though once thicker than thieves and known for being partners in crime, a chill settles into the room each time Beck and Evelyn are in it together. When Eve is home, they're willing to . . . poorly pretend things are the same. But everyone seems to be aware of their petty games to one-up and backstab the other without addressing the elephant of loathing in the room.
{ winnie denis }

ғᴀɪʀᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ⟐ Jane Dantopoly, human
- senior fashion merchandising major at nyu
Jane has gotten considerably "cooler" than her days at Shining Cove and has little in common with her childhood friends anymore. She doesn't even like to be reminded of who she was back then. Jane will hang out with the old gang when she's in town, but she's trying to come back less and less to avoid such painful confrontations ━ how she's moved on to bigger, grander things, and they just . . . haven't. In fact, she's beginning to think all of that supernatural stuff was just a bad dream.
{ kamimila bettelyoun }

ʟᴇғᴛᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ⟐ Natasha Cortes, human
- assistant manager at her parents' convenience store, the emporium
Tasha stayed in Shining Cove to take over the family business, and she was happy to take a few classes from a community college online. Going from Beck's least favorite friend { it was obvious } to most beloved companion has been a jarring transition ━ one that she's not certain she meant to sign up for by staying in town. She does at least enjoy the whirlwind partying the two get up to.
{ azlin esqueda }

ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ⟐ Mac Huang, human
- listless ex-army cadet
Macintosh! Like, Mac and Tasha! So cute, isn't it? That's what the infatuated couple keeps saying, and they can't seem to keep their eyes or hands off one another long enough to talk about much else. Beck finds the presence of this new boyfriend completely nauseating, which makes her sorely regret her pledge to not feed on SOs. Because the only thing worth a damn about this idiot is his blood, but she isn't even allowed to have any!
{ tyler xu }

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〖 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘 〗

ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ⟐ Midsummer
Midsummer is forever found in a haze of sweet smoke ━ Shining Cove's very own Tom Bombadil. Seemingly incorruptible and easy-going as the breeze. She spent the better part of her school days not in school, but having a smoke in the woods with her friends out behind the Sailor's Mouth. The sort of person who will shake her head and wistfully say, "Good times." Midsummer, far more influenced by her Fae side than the Vampire, is gifted in chlorokinesis { the ability to manipulate plant growth } ━ which is why her pot farm / weed business is thriving. Middy throws the best parties, has the best grow in the county, and doesn't appear to have an enemy in the world. Yet appearances can be deceptive. Midsummer may seem like a mystical Fairy's child in total, but there's far more Vampire to her than anyone quite knows. She has been known to feed off mortal clients who were high as kites at the time, which, as it happens, is a method of payment that Middy happily accepts { and has been accepting from close friends since her school days }. She claims blood off of her mortal clients intoxicates differently than anything else she's ever tried ━ "hits different". And while that may be, her semi-secret interludes are causing her a great deal of conspicuousness among the mortal smokers of Shining Cove. If any Vampire Governors { including Serah Carwood } were to discover this, Midsummer would be as good as worm food.
{ kasper kapica }

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ ᴅᴏʟʟ ⟐ Abbigale-Rose
Abbigale-Rose is the eldest Chimera child of three, and following her graduation of Shining Cove Prep { where she was not overly popular }, took a job at the local travesty, the Shining Cove Doll Museum. She conducts the creepy little tours around the creaky, wallpapered corridors of the old Victorian on Main Street ━ while glassy-eyed porcelain dolls with ratty curls watch her every move from behind locked glass. The customary patron is an tiny old woman hunched over a walking stick. It's not ideal, you know, but it pays. Recently, at night, as Abbigale-Rose has locked up and headed home on foot, she's noted a man who watches her from across the street on her nightly ministrations. She pretends not to notice him and simply keeps a wary eye out for anyone following her as she heads home. He never does follow. It has crossed her mind that this might be how Chimeras go missing ━ that she could be next. Abbigale-Rose has, as a result, become somewhat paranoid. As a Chimera, she could protect herself ━ or she believes she could. Yet the niggling worry at the back of her mind is that this man will sneak up on her with a cloth soaked in aconite before she can get her wits about her. Out of built-up fear, Abbigale-Rose has begun having her older cousin pick her up from work each night, and once he started to do so, the man across the street disappeared. Abbigale-Rose's worry is this: he has not vanished ━ he is simply watching her from elsewhere, waiting for just the right time to strike.
{ polina horsh }

ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴇᴀɢᴏʟ ⟐ Risa
Risa's fairy-blood origins are decidedly set in "water nixie" territory. This fact, coupled with her Vampire genes, has produced a Chimera not disimilar from a bipedal mermaid . . . of nightmares. Glamors generally have a hard time sticking to her ━ they tend to wear off very quickly, revealing salt-white flesh, pure black eyes, a mouth of serrated teeth. Nothing a mortal would take as anything normal. That being the case, Risa's largely been home-schooled her whole life ━ and up until recently, her social life has been non-existent. A couple weeks ago, Risa was offered work as a deckhand on a fishing trawler, which she enjoys a good deal { especially since she was swimming in the cove on her own most days, anyway }. She does her best to appear "normal" around her co-workers ━ this includes not eating raw, wriggling fish right out of the net or jumping overboard, straight into the freezing ocean. But she's managed to make friends. Big, burly, stinky man-friends, but friends nonetheless ━ and, hey, no one can hold a candle to her drinking abilities, making her all the more popular among her clique. Her parents hate this whole new job and circle of "peers", protective as they are, but it's always been hard to get stubborn Risa to listen to anything . . . well, anyone . . . had to say.
{ jan baiboon }

ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ⟐ Drew
While still in school, Drew put together a garage band { initially called 'C𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 I𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢' } with his mortal girlfriend at the time as sort of a joke for the talent show. But when his now ex left town to attend university, Drew got it in his head to gather what was left of the band back together and attempt to play some local spots for something enriching to do with his time ━ it's not like he can so easily leave Shining Cove, after all. Problem is, his vocalist { an old friend and fellow Chimera named Blyth }, has been missing a couple weeks. Alarming, of course, especially since Chimeras are disappearing all over town ━ no answers forthcoming from anywhere. Drew was worried initially, but has since become consumed with the search for his friend, drawing him away from his musical pursuits and pulling him evermore in the direction of "amateur detective." The last anyone saw of the band's vocalist was leaving practise in his shitty, little Volvo. The car has yet to be found, but Drew ━ along with a couple band-mates ━ has a strong feeling the surrounding woods have the answer. And, whether they like it or not, their search might take them straight down into Fairy.
{ simone bricchi }

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ ⟐ Addison
Addison was left to his own devices for much of his childhood. He was the kid who wandered around town in the summers and was always spotted in odd places with that far-off look of his ━ and the muddy sandals. In the colder months, he would hang around the Sailor's Mouth's big fireplace with a plastic-wrapped library book and the same ratty, grey jumper he'd worn for four winters. Scott Hillier, the Inn's grandfatherly purveryor, drove Addison home on really cold nights, only to realise come morning, that the damn kid had crawled in through a back window in the night to sleep next to the dying embers of the fireplace. Scott Hillier brawled with Addison's birth-father { a Fairy } over the obvious neglect of his child, but when it came down to it, Addison's father was not willing to fight to keep his son in his home. Scott took Addison in at the age of eleven, without knowing anything of his supernatural background. However, Serah Carwood and a few good-samaritans, learning of Addison's new parent, took it upon themselves to educate him in the unseen world under his nose. Where some were worried he would reject Addison after learning the child was part nightmare demon, part fairytale creature, Scott had only nodded slowly and replied, "Always knewed there was somethin' weird going on round 'ere." Scott took wonderful care of Addison for five years before he passed away. And Addison Hillier was, once again, left to his own devices. Before he died, Scott changed his last will and testament to include Addison, his only surviving relative, and he was left the Inn. But he has not returned to the Sailor's Mouth since the funeral and has no plans to in the future. For now, it's being run by Scott's second-in-command, the bartender Albert Guthrie. As for Addison, he's become that little boy wandering the town again, searching for something.
{ joland novaj }

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ⟐ Bluebird
Bluebird was popular in school with a plan for her future all mapped out { involving leaving Shining Cove to study large animal veterinary nursing }, but stymied as every other Chimera, has become a bit of a lost soul in recent years. Of course, living with a target on one's back is not easy ━ and having mortal friends move on to bigger, better things { one of her best friends is currently on track to become a primary dancer in the NYC Ballet } is gut-wrenching. Bluebird, utilising her Vampiric ability to influence animals, trains puppies for local dog-owners ━ and the occasional cat { she has a giant Maine Coon of her own } ━ in addition to running a tiny Coywolf sanctuary out of her childhood home. She may have inadvertantly created herself a pack of dedicated guardians this way, but she's not precisely upset about it. Taking care of / training animals is her one solace, after all. Bluebird is always accompanied by several or so impeccably-trained dogs around town ━ she's never seen without them. But, ultimately, there's always the bigger picture of moving somewhere with wide-open space where she can let her animals roam free and have horses and never have to look over her shoulder ever again. But it seems a distant dream, especially with the recent missing Chimeras. Bluebird feels safe surrounded by her pack, but in the end, she's beginning to believe she may never realise her dream of leaving Shining Cove behind.
{ america gonzalez }

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ⟐ Luca
Luca has quite literally been crawling the walls since he was a child. This is how he caused his first nanny to pass out and his second nanny to call the local priest to his house as she believed Luca to be possessed. Since then, it seems that Luca has actively sought to frighten others. If he wasn't causing the band instuctor to lose his mind slowly over four years by allowing him small glimpses of levitation or revealing his pointed teeth to children on the street, he was looking to make the item of his affection's life a living hell. "Affection" could very well here mean "fixation", but Luca would never call it that. After all, Shay { a fellow Chimera } likes him back ━ he just never shows it. To be fair, any of Luca's advances could be called confusing. He pushes Shay in the freezing cove only to, hours later, visit him at home to place a locket he found in the woods under Shay's pillow. Dozens more instances like that have occured, leaving poor Shay totally clueless as to what Luca is thinking at any given moment. And Shaw is hardly the only one. Luca is the epitome of enigma. He was an excellent student, but was expelled from Shining Cove Prep his junior year and was home-schooled the rest of the time. He feigns indifference towards his little sister, but God help anyone that lays a finger on her. He wants, but he doesn't want anything handed to him. The school psychologist once, tactfully, informed his mother that perhaps Luca was afflicted with "antisocial personality disorder". But it's not that either. Luca has a conscience. He just so often ignores it, choosing to nurture his darkness instead.
{ james turlington }

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ⟐ Shay
Shay's been a marvel since his birth ━ and not just for the fact that he was born with a pair of wings { which is a rare feature in Chimera children }. He was assumed too weak to survive more than a couple of months, but against all odds, he grew into a strong, healthy little boy with a love of sports. In fact, in school, he became captain of the lacrosse team while also being a dedicated member of the swim team. Those wings { which he keeps glamored } aside, Shay's always been broad and tall ━ an athletic boy, certainly, but his heart is softer than a lamb's ear. When he graduated, he ended up as a part-time deckhand on a fishing trawler, but it didn't take long for him to get sick of the smell. Nowadays, Shay spends weekdays working as a barista at the Merchant Café and weekends camping in the woods with his family dog. He often has thoughts of escaping Shining Cove, consequences be damned, but there is one thing worth hanging around for ━ one person, actually . . . Even if that person is irritating more often than not.
{ raphael balzer }

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇsɪᴄᴋ ⟐ Violet
Named for the colour of her eyes, Violet grew up with the mortal boy she would become engaged to on her twentieth birthday. She would be left at the alter by the very same boy a year later. Evidently, learning the truth of her supernatural origins the night before had given him cold feet and a colder heart. Violet was humiliated in front of her friends and family ━ but, much more than that, she was heartbroken. Worse than any heartbreak, his mind was cleared of any knowledge of the supernatural by Violet's father { since he had taken things so badly }, and once that memory was gone, he suddenly reverted back to believing he and Violet were still engaged, about to be married. All the while, Violet knew, if they ever did go through with it, he would eventually have to relearn her true origins and possibly reject her all over again. Therefore, Violet has had to keep herself away from the boy she's loved her whole life ━ who is thoroughly, miserably confused as to why she suddenly called off their engagement ━ in order to spare them both crushing future drama. It's been godawful, and Violet's family is attempting to keep her spirits up the best they can ━ yet nothing seems to be healing enough. How can she be healed when they're both still in love; is such a thing even possible? Violet's father { a Vampire } has offered multiple time to wipe the memory of him from her mind { as well as vice versa } completely so that she might be able to move on. For a time, she refused, but more recently ━ with her ex still throwing rocks at her window to get her to talk to him ━ she is seriously considering it. For her own good.
{ eniola abioro }

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ ⟐ Roan
Chimeras tend to be of two camps: either they're ancient souls or else they're feral cats. Roan is the feral cat sort. His parents have a home in the woods ━ a long drive winds in and among the trees, down a long earthen path into the forest, and straight up to a little cabin-esque house with little shutters cut with hearts. By all accounts, it's a gingerbread house. Roan grew up in the birch trees and ornamental flowering trees of white blossoms { his Fae mother kept them blossoming beautifully even in the dead of winter }. He does well on his own, prefers it. Prefers, too, to sleep out-of-doors and happens to be a willowy dancer. He would seem rather like a fairy prince { after all, he was extraordinarily popular with the girls he ignored in school }, were it not for the whole catching his own wild food, often with his bare hands ━ and tearing into them with abandon { this is the Vampire / feral cat }. And, like a cat, Roan doesn't have much interest in showing warmth to others unless they happen to be of some relation to him ━ and it certainly takes a while to make a friend of him, but once it's managed, the benefits are plenty. For instance, he has, in recent times, taken a shine to Bluebird { which makes sense being that she's the local beast master }, and as a result, she's woken to a surprise on her doorstep more often than once following his borrowing of her porch hammock. Not dead birds, but a good stone or two ━ a feather or even a nice orange leaf. Roan may consider them IOUs, it's yet unclear.
{ joakim gjemmestad }

ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴛ ⟐ Saffron
Saff was a hellion as a child, and as a young adult, she's not much better. Saffron was discovered abandoned at the city limits as a newborn. She was adopted almost straight-away by a Vampire-Fae couple who already had a child of their own but realised the importance of taking in a Chimera newborn ━ to keep her safe in Shining Cove. As Saffron grew older, she seemed to know without being told that she was adopted and "other" from her family. Somehow she never felt a part of them; they were never able to fill a particular void she felt in her chest. Aside from that, Saffron could never shake the feeling that, whoever her parents were, they were important supernatural figures ━ more important than even Serah Carwood and Guiomar Helant. She fancied herself a Princess, the product of some illicit love affair between perhaps an ancient Vampire and the Fairy Queen, Lillania. With all of her grand stories whirling around in her little head, Saffron was never able to feign respect for authority figures ━ and when she wanted something, she knew she ought to be able to have it ━ whatever it was { including her adopted brother's car, her adopted mother's unsupervised credit card or jewelry, etc }. Saffron, in school, was a "mean girl", but she recieved good marks and participated in competitive sailing. Now that Saff's graduated, not a lot about her has changed. She endeavours to discover the identities of her biological parents even more now, but what she does not yet realise is that Serah Carwood will do her utmost to keep Saffron from uncovering the secret of her parents' identities ━ even if it means drastic action.
{ tianna st. louis }

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