[ PHOEBE TONKIN, 34, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] CHARLOTTE BRENNAN Just Walked Down Main Street. They Are A

As soon as she knew, well, as soon as she processed it, she had told Kayden and her siblings. The whole pack, really, in order. This wasn't the kind of thing to found out from the news, not for them. She hadn't ask if it was of them, she knew it wasn't. But the ranks needed to be solid, all of them needing to be closer than ever. Charlotte knew what those who knew would think, whisper. Already, she felt some had came by only to have a look. Still, when Kayden asked, she couldn't say it hadn't crosser her mind, at least for a second. "Not from the pack," she said confidently. "But can't know for a lone wolf. Or anyone just passing through." Keeping their eyes open, that was for certain. Charlotte couldn't help but feel guilty, like this was her fault. This would not have happened if her father was still here. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if her brother was in charge. "I went this morning, before the news really got it. It wasn't pretty Kayden." She had seen death before, but that was especially gruesome. "It was deliberate, I'm sure of it." Maybe this was only her way of putting the blame on someone other than her. "Gonna need one of these board, 2 days without an incident. It's been years since we saw that. Have you been there?" @kaydenbedard

Gossip is poisonous, malicious, and destructive. But to the ones who knew the reality of the situation, that this animal attack was far more malicious then what false narrative the news was setting forth. This was no accident. It was deliberate, but Kayden was aware that Crescent had more structure then this. So, he found himself navigating to Brennan's like it was second nature. "You can say that again." Clearly, he wasn't the only one who had worries about this incident. Something wasn't right. "Do you think it was a straggler?" His tone barely above a whisper, not wanting to gain any unwanted attention considering the subject matter. Perhaps it was a lone wolf who wasn't a native. "We should keep our eyes open." Or better yet, determine who did this so they could be dealt with.

Having Kayden by her side in all of this was almost soothing. It was anchoring, the other having been in her life for so long. Who would have thought that they would end up here, from trying to raise hell in town to protecting it. Not that they have had anything against it, never tried to hurt anyone, at least anyone other then themselves. And now here they were, all grown-up and responsible. The thought almost made Charlotte smile. It was ridiculous how much the simple act of him telling her they would figure it out was enough to renew her faith. The process of leading the pack had not been easy, still wasn't. But Kayden was there and that helped. Charlotte had to lead with confidence if she wanted the pack to respect her, to follow her. Confident was the last thing she felt and with Kayden, she could show the doubts she had in herself. "It's the only reason it was in the town's square. I didn't see any signs of struggles near. No blood around, no signs of attack, just the body." What was left of the body at least. A game of cat and mouse, as if they needed that. Charlotte nodded at Kayden's words, it was exactly what it was. Someone was taunting them. "We can't let that happen, not a second time. It shouldn't even have happened this once," she grunted. "We all need to be watching ourselves and find out who did this. Some people will blame us." /@kaydenbedard

The only positive thing to come from all of this was the act of prioritizing how this information was spread through the pack. At the end of the day, they all had to be united. Personally Kayden didn't think any of them were the culprits, not because they weren't capable of such violence - but they were better then that. The whole premise of who they were within was they didn't act on their urges. Just because they were animals in nature didn't mean they had to have that aspect take control of who they all were besides that one aspect of who they were. "We will figure it out." The man promised. There was no other option. This was their town and it wasn't going to be messed with. "I didn't want to draw unwanted attention. But you're right, whoever did this wanted to flaunt it." In making a scene at least. Kayden had this nagging feeling that whoever was behind this wanted to send a message of sorts but that message was still unclear. "Something tells me they're playing a cat and mouse game. I'll keep my eyes and ears open, someone's gotta know something. If they're so unhinged - it's only a matter of time before something like that happens again." The tone of his voice was laced with concern and dread.

—  ELEXIR APOTHECARY / OPEN

"I'll be right there," Amara said from the back. The bell hung above the door had rang more than usual today, or so it felt to the witch. The air in town felt different, she could feel it, almost taste it. Not that one needed to be a witch to see it, everyone waking up to the gruesome news. And of course, Amara knew it was just an animal attack, all witches knew. It was hard to think one of the wolves in town was behind this but one could never be too careful. "That crystal is almost priceless." The words were said with a smile as she walked into the shop. The crystal was one of the most priceless they had, more to help the shop's energy then to be sold. "Such a tragedy," she said with empathy. It was almost all anyone talked about, and with reasons, it wasn't the kind of things that happened in town.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: ↪ 3.01 “Anne”

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

DEATH & MURDER TW

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

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

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

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

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

#siblings

[ ELODIE YUNG, 35/249, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ] FRANCINE SEANG just walked down main street. They are a CEO who has been in Silverkeep for 1 MONTH. They are part of the OBSIDIAN clan and act as SECOND IN COMMAND. People know them as DEDICATED & LOYAL but also HEDONISTIC & BRUTAL. They are described as CRIMSON LIPS, PARTYING ALL NIGHT, A SNARL THAT CAN FREEZE YOUR BLOOD.

MURDER, MISCARRIAGE & DEATH TW

Francine’s story is a cautionary tale for the ages. Born in Paris in 1774 to a family that belonged to the aristocracy, she knew a lavish lifestyle from the moment she took her first breath. The only daughter in the Sean household, she was doted upon, something that angered her. While she liked the attention and endless possibilities that her family’s wealth gave her, she wanted more.

The Seang family were known as a legacy in the supernatural world, hunters and black magic objects with a reputation for being as ruthless as the monsters they were chasing. And Francine wanted in more than anything. And it was by showing on one of their hunts and taking down a vampire that she showed her family she was just as good as the others. From then on, she trained with her brothers and was allowed out after dark.

The family needed to keep the appearances, attending soirées, balls, and all sorts of events were required. And somehow, Francine always found a way to step out of line all while remaining charming. She became known as the life of the party, envied and hated by the other girls and sought out by the boys.

When the time came, Francine had to marry, an unmarried woman always being frowned upon. The match was one made by her family, a man who dealt in the same kind of things as the Seang. It was mostly a loveless marriage, one of convenience for both. There were moments of tenderness but they always seemed to be followed by screams from both. He wanted Francine to be a dutiful wife and stop hunting. And that was something she would never do. They seemed to be unable to bore children, something that did weight on Francine who dreamed of having a daughter who could follow in her footsteps. There were miscarriages, many of them, and the last one almost left her for dead. Maybe that was why she had been more careless that night.

Her father had recently killed a vampire’s mate, the one left behind was hell bent on revenge. And she wanted the Seang to pay, every single one of them. Death was too clement for what they did and only one thing would truly hurt them. And that’s how Francine became a vampire, taken by surprise and turned into what her family hated the most. The vampire who turned her thought that the Seang would forced to kill their only daughter, causing them great pain. But like it happened so often, someone was underestimating Francine.

When the Seang realized what Francine was, they tried to kill her and fought until their last breath, all of them. With an instinct for survival more powerful than anything, Francine was the only one to walk out of her family’s house that night. And by the time the bodies were discovered, she had fled France.

Francine traveled Europe, changing her name every time. When she left her life behind, she took every penny her family had, along with priceless artifacts and dark magic objects. Secured away, she let them become legends, things that no one alive ever saw. It wasn’t until the 1900′s that she took her name back and started to build her own fortune through the dealings her family once did. The value of the objects in her possession was unable to even put a price on, which attracted a lot of buyers.

Meeting the Obsidian coven was the end of her life on her own, family having found the family she always wanted. These days, she is a very powerful and rich CEO of a tech company, investing in the right places before most even thought to do so.