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NAME. Rukhsana AGE. appears early 30s / no confirmed age BIRTHDAY. unknown ZODIAC SIGN. irrelevant, the stars were never kind to her BIRTHPLACE. deep in the Sundarbans, West Bengal PLACE OF LIVING. unknown, she vanishes as easily as she appears ETHNICITY. Bengali ALIGNMENT. true neutral, leaning toward feral OCCUPATION. no one knows. not even her GENDER. female PRONOUNS. she/her SEXUALITY. untouched, unlabeled, not yours to question FAMILY. buried beneath the weight of ritual and rot RELATIONSHIP. she doesn’t understand the word. she only knows what it is to protect and to be betrayed LORE. based on the film Pari

PHYSICAL. Rukhsana moves like something not made for this world. Her skin is pale, almost ashen, as if drained of sunlight for lifetimes. Her eyes wide, black, quietly endless hold both terror and tragedy. She is quiet, awkward, feral. Her dark, tangled hair clings to her face, to her bones, to memory. Her clothes are always a little too loose, a little too old. She looks like she wandered in from the woods after forgetting how to be human. She probably did.

PERSONALITY. Rukhsana is a puzzle made of grief, instinct, and silence. She doesn’t speak unless she must. When she does, it’s strange and childlike—innocent, but wrong. She has the kindness of something that never learned the rules of the world. She can be soft. She can be terrifying. She doesn’t always know the difference. She was made to suffer. Then she was made into something worse. But even now, with her sharp nails and glassy stare, she tries to understand goodness. She wants to believe in it. Even if the world never gave her a reason to.

BACKGROUND. Rukhsana was born into shadows, the product of unspeakable rites and broken oaths. Her mother was kept by a cult that worshipped a jinn—a being of smoke and vengeance—and she was born under its influence. Her bloodline was cursed from the start. Her life was not her own. They called her evil. They treated her like a vessel. She lived in chains, in the dark, only to be used. Her childhood was marked by isolation, cruelty, and rituals whispered in dead languages. She was a myth wrapped in flesh, a weapon in waiting.

But one day, she ran. She did not understand the world, but she tried to live in it. She mimicked kindness, flinched from cruelty, hid her eyes when she felt too much. She was found and lost again and again. Every act of care confused her. Every betrayal felt familiar. She doesn’t trust easily. But when she bonds with someone, she will go through fire for them. She will burn everything else down. Rukhsana has spent her life being hunted, feared, contained. And yet, somehow, she has not become the monster they expected. Or maybe she has—but she uses her teeth for protection now, not punishment.

ABILITIES & SKILLS.

Blood Curse: Her bloodline carries a supernatural affliction tied to ancient jinn. Her presence alone can warp energy, cause illness, summon hallucinations. Inhuman Strength & Reflexes: She is deceptively strong, with movements that feel more animal than human. Longevity: She does not age like humans. Her body is unnatural. Pain Resistance: She has lived through so much that pain barely registers. Protective Fury: When someone she cares for is threatened, she becomes something else something vicious and unstoppable. Witch Blood: Though not a witch by training, there is old ritual magic buried in her veins. It reacts to danger. To fear. To rage.

NOTES.

Rukhsana is not your final girl. She is the ghost in the forest who never asked to die. The monster who wants to be more than her curse. The girl who was chained, and bit off her own leash. She is soft-spoken destruction. She is the silence after the scream. She is what remains when the ritual is over and the gods have turned away. Do not mistake her quiet for weakness. Do not offer her love if you do not mean it. And if you hurt someone she calls hers, pray. Not to her. To something that might listen.

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eléonore de laroque

NAME. Eléonore de Laroque AGE. appears 27 / actual 416 BIRTHDAY. November 2nd ZODIAC SIGN. Scorpio BIRTHPLACE. Labourd, France PLACE OF LIVING. New Orleans, Louisiana ETHNICITY. French-Basque ALIGNMENT. chaotic evil (barely functioning under chaotic neutral thanks to one particular Celtic witch) OCCUPATION. former witch, now vampire, professional problem GENDER. female PRONOUNS. she/her SEXUALITY. lesbian FAMILY. long dead, wouldn’t have liked her anyway RELATIONSHIP. single, emotionally unavailable, deeply bonded to her platonic soulmate Sadhbh Ní Dhorchaidhe

PHYSICAL. Eléonore stands at 170 cm (5'7"), with a sinuous, feline kind of grace that never quite feels human. Her dark red black falls in waves to her waist, often tangled from nights she doesn’t bother to brush it. Her eyes are cold, piercing grey like storm clouds that never pass. Her skin is pale with a ghost-like translucence, a reminder of the centuries spent in shadow. Her presence is unsettling yet intoxicating, like the smell of jasmine on a grave. She carries the scent of dried rose petals, old smoke, and forgotten wine cellars decay turned into perfume.

PERSONALITY. Eléonore is chaos in a velvet corset. Her wit is as sharp as her bite, her cynicism bottomless. She feels too much and copes by pretending she doesn’t. Her cruelty is elegant, her bitterness legendary, but underneath all that venom lies something far more dangerous grief. After centuries of betrayal, loss, and forced transformation, Eléonore no longer believes in redemption or love. But despite her best efforts, she somehow stumbled into something resembling friendship with Sadhbh Ní Dhorchaidhe a relationship that confuses, irritates, and ultimately anchors her. They bicker like old gods, but Sadhbh is the only one who can talk Eléonore down from burning the world. Again.

Eléonore doesn’t care about your rules, your morals, or your fragile feelings. But if you touch Sadhbh, or her small circle of tolerated souls, she’ll gut you before you can blink.

BACKGROUND. Born in the Basque region of France, Eléonore was the daughter of a cunning herbalist and a disgraced nobleman. She was always sharp, always strange, always too powerful for a world that wanted women silent and soft. She thrived in shadows, practicing witchcraft with a coven hidden deep in the woods. But her beauty and defiance drew the wrong kind of attention. A monk became obsessed with her, a creature in holy robes who whispered damnation between breaths of lust. When she laughed in his face and told him to rot, he did what bitter men do he accused her. In the year 1609, during the Labourd witch trials, he had her hunted like an animal. She fled, hiding with her sisters. But he came for her again.

He wasn’t mortal anymore. He had made himself into something worse a vampire. And in a twisted act of obsession, he turned her. “If I cannot have you as a man,” he said, “I will bind you in eternity.” The witches killed him. Too late to save her. Eléonore was changed, cursed to live forever in a body she never chose. She went wild for years. Tore across Europe like a hurricane. Burned, drank, broke, destroyed. Until she met Sadhbh. A Celtic witch older than the stars, impossible to intimidate. Somehow, they stuck. One wild, chaotic vampire, and one wise, reckless witch who sees every bad decision before it happens and drags her friend back by the collar anyway.

They call it hatred. It looks suspiciously like love.

ABILITIES & SKILLS.

Vampirism: Eléonore is strong, fast, and terrifyingly lethal. She walks without sound and kills without hesitation.

Dark Magic (formerly): Though she no longer practices witchcraft, fragments of her old power still linger—hexes, curses, things better left forgotten.

Seduction & Manipulation: Eléonore knows how to charm, deceive, and destroy. She is both siren and executioner.

Enhanced Senses: Night vision, scent tracking, and heightened hearing make her a deadly predator.

Immortality: She does not age, and though she has tried to die before, nothing has worked yet.

Emotional Weaponry: Her sarcasm cuts deeper than fangs. She will talk you into your grave if she’s in the mood.

Eléonore de Laroque is everything they warned you about and nothing you were prepared for. Beautiful, bitter, and bound in shadow, she walks the fine line between chaos and control if only because someone keeps yanking her back from the edge.

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sadhbh ní dhorchaidhe

 NAME. Sadhbh Ní Dhorchaidhe  AGE. appears 30s / over 500  BIRTHDAY. March 1st  ZODIAC SIGN. Pisces  BIRTHPLACE. Connacht, Ireland  PLACE OF LIVING. New Orleans, Garden District  ETHNICITY. Irish  ALIGNMENT. chaotic good  OCCUPATION. solitary witch, antiquities dealer, magical consultant  GENDER. female  PRONOUNS. she/her  SEXUALITY. bisexual, wildly selective  FAMILY. long dead, part of an ancient druidic bloodline  RELATIONSHIP. unattached, uninterested, occasionally curious, though there is Eléonore, her platonic best friend, who gets on her nerves like no one else and still somehow matters

PHYSICAL. Sadhbh is striking in a way that feels like folklore made flesh. She stands at 167 cm (5'6") with pale, almost luminescent skin and dark hair that falls in loose waves, often braided with bits of bone, silver, or dried herbs. Her eyes are sea-glass green, old and watchful, always seeming to weigh what others are too afraid to say aloud. Every move she makes is deliberate, rooted like stone, fluid like stormwater. She dresses in dark, layered fabrics with a mix of Celtic symbols and modern bohemian flair. Her scent is moss, iron, and woodsmoke, with a sharp edge of something older and more untamed.

PERSONALITY. Sadhbh is equal parts ancient wisdom and devilish humor. She is unyielding in her independence, carrying the weight of centuries like it’s a worn cloak—present, but never dragging her down. She’s clever, sharp-tongued, and never one to soften the truth. Her kindness is earned, not given, but once it’s yours, it’s unshakable. She’s not cruel, but she’s pragmatic, and has little patience for fools, zealots, or those who blindly follow power. Her magic is rooted in the land and the bones of the world, and her loyalty lies with balance, not politics. That said, she’s amused by the drama of supernatural factions, and she plays her cards well when the mood strikes. Sadhbh has lived long enough to know most things are temporary—including pain, power, and people. She does not plan to live forever. Just until the fun stops.

BACKGROUND. Sadhbh Ní Dhorchaidhe was born to a druidic bloodline in the wild lands of western Ireland, long before the English ever set foot there. Her family were keepers of ancient rites, entrusted with guarding the magic of the land itself—bound to stone circles, sacred rivers, and burial mounds. When Christianity swept across the isles, Sadhbh refused the cross. She would not kneel to a god who demanded erasure of her ancestors. For this, she was hunted. Branded a pagan, a heretic, a threat. She watched her kin tortured, their groves burned, their stories rewritten.

But she was clever. She survived. She vanished into the mists and learned the old ways no one dared speak aloud. She did not age. She did not die. And the Church never did catch her.

She wandered Europe, gathering knowledge, collecting power, shaping herself into something more than myth. Eventually, her path led across the ocean to New Orleans, a place teeming with old blood and restless spirits. There, she felt something familiar—something wild beneath the cobblestones and bayous. She made her home in the Garden District, surrounded by antiques and relics older than most vampires who pass through her door.

She knows of the Originals. Has crossed paths with them before. She respects their age but does not fear them. In fact, some suspect she’s older than even the rumors claim.

She does not belong to any coven. Has no allegiance but her own. Yet she’s often sought after for aid, advice, or artifacts—though what she gives is always carefully chosen. She trades in favors more than coin, and her price is rarely predictable. She offers protection to witches in need, especially those who’ve been hunted like she once was. But she never coddles. Strength must be forged.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

Ancient Celtic Magic Warding and Cursebreaking Divination Herbalism and Blood Rites Immortality (Limited) Spiritual Sight

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salem lafontaine

 NAME. Salem Saberhagen  AGE. 34 (appears) / older than he admits  BIRTHDAY. October 31st  ZODIAC SIGN. Scorpio  BIRTHPLACE. New Orleans, Louisiana  PLACE OF LIVING. French Quarter, New Orleans  ETHNICITY. Creole  ALIGNMENT. chaotic neutral  OCCUPATION. witch-for-hire, familiar-for-rent, professional instigator  GENDER. male  PRONOUNS. he/him  SEXUALITY. loud, flirtatious, pansexual  FAMILY. estranged from most, fiercely loyal to his chosen one(s)  RELATIONSHIP. complicated and always amusing  LORE. based on Salem Saberhagen from Sabrina the Teenage Witch

PHYSICAL. Salem stands at 178 cm (5'10") with an effortless swagger that makes him look taller. He moves like someone who’s always two steps ahead and never takes anything too seriously unless it’s about him. His skin is deep and warm-toned, with sharp features and feline grace that carries into both his forms. Dark curls frame his face in a deliberately tousled mess, and his eyes, hazel with hints of gold, never stop moving. In his feline form, he’s a sleek, inky black cat with a silver charm around his neck and a voice that somehow still sounds smug. His scent is all spice and tobacco, with just a whisper of bourbon.

PERSONALITY. Salem is a walking contradiction wrapped in charm and chaos. He’s clever, snarky, dramatic, and entirely too proud of himself. He lives for stirring the pot and thrives on mischief, but it’s never without purpose—he always has a plan, even if it looks like he’s winging it. He’s loyal in his own ridiculous way, protective of those he claims as his own, and surprisingly wise beneath the sass. Salem never backs down from a fight (or a chance to make it worse). He flirts with danger like it’s an old lover and laughs in the face of serious situations until they demand his full attention. And when they do, he’s more powerful and focused than anyone expects. He’ll never say it, but he’s haunted by mistakes in his past, and occasionally, the mask slips. Just don’t point it out. He’ll deny everything.

BACKGROUND. Born in the heart of New Orleans, Salem Lafontaine comes from a long bloodline of witches with fingers in every corner of the supernatural underworld. Magic was less a gift and more an obligation in his family, but Salem refused to play by anyone’s rules but his own. From a young age, he proved to be powerful, reckless, and almost impossible to discipline. He mastered shapeshifting magic early, developing a particular fondness for his feline form—not because he had to, but because he could. Being a cat, as it turns out, is an excellent way to escape accountability.

He’s dabbled in everything from dark spellwork to spirit summoning to pissing off every major supernatural faction from here to the bayou. At one point, he was nearly exiled from the witching community for a stunt involving a possessed jazz band, three ghosts, and a minor demon prince. He doesn’t regret it. He says it was “hilarious.”

These days, Salem operates on the fringes of New Orleans society, taking magical jobs when they interest him and rejecting the rest with dramatic flair. He’s been known to act as a familiar for younger witches in training, though he’s as likely to teach you sarcasm and glamour magic as anything useful. Still, under all the theatrics, he’s deadly serious about protecting his city—and the people he gives a damn about. Cross them, and you’ll learn real fast why you never underestimate a witch with nine lives and no shame.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

 Shapeshifting

 Hexes and Glamours

 Chaos Magic

 Spirit Communication

 Street Magic and Survival

 Cat Reflexes

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arianne clermont

 NAME. Arianne Clermont  AGE. 19 (turned) / 524  BIRTHDAY. Davika Hoorne  FACECLAIM. March 2nd  ZODIAC SIGN. Pisces  BIRTHPLACE. Lyon, France  PLACE OF LIVING. a secretive vampire sanctuary in rural France  ETHNICITY. Thai, Portuguese  ALIGNMENT. chaotic neutral  OCCUPATION. vampire matriarch, reluctant ruler, protector of her own  GENDER. female  PRONOUNS. she/her  SEXUALITY. undefined, shaped by survival and instinct  FAMILY. mother died in infancy, father murdered during childhood  RELATIONSHIP. unattached

PHYSICAL. Arianne stands at 160 cm (5'3"), with a frame that conceals far more than it reveals. Her presence is ghostlike yet commanding, the kind that quiets a room without a word. Her skin is pale with a cold undertone, made lighter by centuries without sunlight, while her eyes are deep brown and seem older than the world itself. Silken black hair frames her angular face, falling in loose waves that soften the quiet sharpness in her expression. She walks like a wraith and watches like a predator, her scent a haunting mix of clove, smoke, and something darkly floral. Arianne does not need to raise her voice. Her silence speaks for her.

PERSONALITY. Arianne is a creature of contradictions. There is a gentle core buried deep beneath years of silence, blood, and survival, but few ever see it. She is quiet, not shy, and precise rather than cold. She does not forgive easily, and trust must be earned through more than kind words. To her community she is fiercely protective, a watchful guardian who leads with quiet strength rather than fire. She does not believe in cruelty for its own sake but will show none of the mercy she was never given when her people are threatened. Arianne rarely speaks of her past, yet every decision she makes is shaped by it.

She holds a deep resentment toward those who take without care, who dominate because they can. There is a calm kind of rage inside her, one that doesn’t burn but coils and waits. She is intelligent, patient, and always ten steps ahead of those who underestimate her. Some call her a queen. She never asked to rule. But she does. And no one dares to challenge her leadership twice.

BACKGROUND. Born the bastard child of a Thai slave and a Portuguese nobleman in 15th-century France, Arianne never had a place in the world. Her mother died before she could form memories, and her father found her by chance years later, recognizing something of himself in the girl starving on the streets. For a brief time, she knew safety, traveling with him until bandits tore their fragile world apart. He was murdered for his wealth. She was sold for whatever price cruelty could fetch.

She was bought by a French nobleman whose tastes were as vile as his power was untouchable. She grew up in his household as little more than property, enduring years of suffering in silence. But when a group of his guests crossed a line no human should ever know, something inside her snapped. The next night, when her master tried to take what little was left of her, she fought back with feral rage. When the guards arrived, they found only her, bloodied but standing. He would never hurt anyone again.

She was arrested, sentenced to death without a second thought. But one man had not left that night. He had watched, unmoved. Not out of mercy but curiosity. Tristan. An old, cruel vampire who had seen everything and no longer cared for human sins. Yet when Arianne killed in pure, uncontrollable fury, she caught his eye. Hours before her execution, he slipped into her cell, compelled her guards, and gave her his blood. She was hanged at sunrise. She woke up that night changed. Not free. Just changed.

For centuries, Arianne lived as his creature. Fed when he allowed, moved when he commanded. But she never forgot the chains. And eventually, she broke them. Over a hundred years ago, she escaped him. And in the shadows of France, she carved out something of her own. A place for vampires like her. The discarded. The broken. The dangerous. She became their protector. Their ruler. Their first.

Some call it a sanctuary. Others know it for what it truly is. Arianne’s peace is real. But it is held by teeth and blood.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

 Vampiric Strength and Speed

 Mental Compulsion

 Blood Sense

 Combat Training

 Leadership

 Resilience

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NAME. Keziah Moon AGE. 23 BIRTHDAY. October 31st ZODIAC SIGN. Scorpio

BIRTHPLACE. Salem, Massachusetts, USA PLACE OF LIVING. New Orleans, Louisiana, USA ETHNICITY. Korean-American ALIGNMENT. Chaotic neutral (struggling between her dark past and desire for freedom) OCCUPATION. Antique store owner specializing in magical and cursed artifacts

GENDER. Female PRONOUNS. she/her SEXUALITY. Bisexual FAMILY. Mother involved in dark magic; coven members mostly hostile; no contact RELATIONSHIP. Single, secretive and guarded

PHYSICAL. Keziah stands at 165 cm (5'5") with a slender, graceful figure. Her long, dark hair falls in soft waves, obsidian locks, framing her face with an understated elegance. Though born blind, her other senses are sharply attuned, lending her a mysterious aura. Her pale skin contrasts with the deep black of her hair, and her eyes, clouded from birth, hold a shadow of sadness and fierce determination, never fully revealing the secrets behind her past. She often dresses in muted, vintage-inspired clothing—soft fabrics in dark hues, blending seamlessly with the antiquities she curates. There’s a faint scent of incense and old parchment about her, a whisper of the arcane world she is desperate to escape yet remains inevitably tied to.

PERSONALITY. Keziah is cautious and reserved, shaped by years of hiding from her coven’s dark legacy and the demon to whom her soul is bound. Her blindness from birth, and the horrific magic her mother used in desperation, have left her deeply distrustful of others yet she craves connection and normalcy. Intelligent and deeply knowledgeable, Keziah carries an encyclopedic understanding of curses, history, and magic, but she refuses to touch her own power, terrified of the consequences. Her wit is dry and sometimes sharp, a defense against the vulnerability she conceals beneath her calm exterior. Though she has fled her coven and renounced their evil ways, she is haunted by the knowledge of the dark pact she escaped and the horrific sacrifices her kin continue to make. Her store is both sanctuary and prison—a place where she trades in forbidden objects to stay afloat, all while remaining vigilant against the forces hunting her. Beneath her guarded exterior, there is a flicker of rebellious spirit and a yearning for freedom that might one day break her chains.

BACKGROUND.

Born blind into a coven descended from the infamous Salem witches, Keziah’s early life was marred by fear and dark magic. Her mother, desperate to cure her blindness, sought forbidden rituals that instead cursed Keziah’s soul, binding it to a powerful demon. This sinister tether condemned her to servitude alongside her coven, which thrived on horrific sacrifices newborn boys born into the coven are slaughtered and their magic fed to the demon to amplify his power, while only the women are spared. On her 18th birthday, Keziah was meant to complete a ritual to pledge herself fully to this dark servitude, but in a desperate act of rebellion, she fled Salem, abandoning her coven and magic altogether.

She chose New Orleans for its unique magical protections: the presence of the Original vampires and the fierce local coven are a natural deterrent for her kin, making the city the perfect hiding place. To the outside world, Keziah lies about her past, claiming she was born without magic and was cast out by her mother, a story that conceals her true dangerous heritage. Instead, she runs a small antique store specializing in magical artifacts everything from illegal enchanted objects to deeply cursed relics. Her extensive knowledge, partly granted by the demon’s power and partly from studying centuries of occult history, makes her an invaluable resource for those desperate enough to seek her out.

Despite her exile, the demon linked to her soul still shields her from detection, but she lives in constant fear that the protection spell will fail and her pursuers will find her. For now, she clings to her fragile independence, hoping to stay hidden and free from the darkness she once called home.

ABILITIES & SKILLS.

Demonic Bond: Though she refuses to use magic, Keziah’s soul is bound to a demon who grants her latent powers and protection from detection by her coven and other dark forces. This bond is both a curse and a shield.

Occult Expertise: Years of study and inherited knowledge allow her to identify, appraise, and neutralize magical artifacts and curses with expertise few possess.

Cursed Artifact Handling: Skilled in safely handling and storing dangerous magical objects, including those that are illegal or extremely dark.

Arcane History: Deep understanding of witchcraft history, rituals, and forbidden lore, particularly related to Salem and demonic magic.

Stealth & Evasion: Years of running from her coven have sharpened her ability to stay hidden, both physically and magically.

Limited Magic Resistance: The demon’s protection spell grants her a partial shield from magical attacks and tracking spells, but it is not infallible.

Multisensory Awareness: Her blindness is compensated by heightened hearing, smell, and touch, making her acutely aware of her surroundings.