// 001 : an independent , extremely private , and highly selective multimuse featuring characters based in multiple fandoms .i reserve the right to block as needed. if you're interacting with someone i'm not a fan of, that's totally fine. i have a block button for a reason. this is how i curate my space to make it safe due to past issues that left me in a spotty emotional state.// 002 :         mutuals only is fully and strictly enforced for the sake of my own sanity .    please respect this .    i will not interact with anyone under the age of 18 .    i will not block underage muns for following ,    but i will not to follow back or interact .in character interactions are strictly reserved for mutuals .    this includes memes ,  starter calls ,  open starters ,  etc .    headcanon asks ,  ooc questions ,  etc are allowed and welcome from non - mutuals .    sending in an in - character meme as a non - mutual will result in a soft block .    liking a starter call ,  responding to an open starter ,  tagging me in a starter as a non - mutual will result in a soft block .    a continued breaking of this rule will result in a hard block .// 003 :         activity will fluctuate .    i work from home for a law firm, so some days i may be able to write between assignments.   unfortunately ,  i am slow .    because my work is busy and hectic at times ,  it can take me forever to reply to a thread .    my speed does not indicate my interest level .  i’m an extremely patient partner .i have a tendency to drop threads without warning .    if you approach me ,  i’ll let you know that i have lost muse for a thread .     if i’ve dropped a thread ,  i will make an effort to get something new going with you even if it’s just sending memes .    i treat meme replies as potential starters !// 004 :         i am always okay with random starters as long as we are mutuals .    there is no time limit on memes .    if we are mutuals ,  please feel free to go through my meme tag and send something .    i ask that you send the full prompt so that i do not have to search for the meme that you have sent in .     please always feel free to turn memes into threads .    i will always try to give you enough to work with in my response just in case you’re hoping to start a thread .    important :  i am not a meme resource .    if you are not going to send a meme ,  reblog it from the source .  this is especially true if it’s a headcanon meme .// 005 :         i prefer multi - para and novella length threads over anything .    these threads hold my attention better than short threads .    what do i consider short threads ?    anything shorter than a full paragraph ,  one liners ,  etc .    i’m happy to go back and forth on short threads ,  but they do lose my interest rather quickly and often end up dropped without notice .that said ,  you do not have to match length .    i am aware that i do write a lot at times and it can be cumbersome to reply to .    as long as you give me enough to work with ,  i’m a happy camper .if i write you three paragraphs and you can only give me one or two ?    understandable !    but if i give you three paragraphs and you give me three lines ?i’m going to take that as an indication that you are not interested in the thread and i will drop it .i match energy. if i've written a ton of things for you but have nothing in return? anything else is on backburner// 006 :         plotting is not required !    i enjoy just jumping into things with a basic idea .    i also enjoy heavy plotting .    i’m flexible !    if you come into my im’s or asks ,  please approach me with a general idea even if it’s something as small as our muses meeting at a coffee shop .  please don’t come to me with  wanna plot ?  or wanna rp ?  and then leave the entire plotting aspect to me .    i’ll drop interaction like a hot potato because i'm an awkward potato who needs help in the plotting department .shipping is not a priority for me .    any ships must be heavily plotted and i must know the mun to a decent degree .    auto - shipping is a no - go .    i will acknowledge my muses past relationships .    mun and muses are all over the age of eighteen .  smut may appear on this blog with of age muses and muns .    it will be tagged but will not be under a read more .// 007 :        this blog will be trigger heavy .    triggers will be tagged as trigger cw ,  i . e .  abuse cw .    triggers on this blog will include :  cheating ,  religious trauma, murder, mental illness, and others .    i do not tag blood and gore except under extreme circumstances .my only triggers are burning and charred bodies as well as burning alive .    basically anything to do with the human body on fire .    and spiders .// 008 :         i do not follow for follow .

if i’m following you ,  it means i appreciate and enjoy your content and would like to interact with you and your muse .    outside of meme blogs and rph blogs ,  i only follow mutuals .    if you have not followed back within a couple of weeks and you’ve been active ,  i will quietly unfollow to keep my dash clean .    if we are mutuals and you have been inactive for 1 - 2 months,  i may unfollow but am happy to refollow if you become active again !    if i unfollow your sideblog ,  please let me know !please softblock me if you unfollow ...  nothing is worse than making a fool of myself with mutual checker not working .as mentioned earlier ,  i am not a meme resource and will not appreciate being treated as one .    please ,  if you are not sending a meme ,  reblog from the source .    unless we are mutuals ,  do not reblog my edits .under no circumstances should you reblog my headcanons or threads you are not a part of .    i do allow personals to follow me ,  but will hard block if they reblog inappropriately .// 009 :         i have very few banned fandoms .  i will not interact with muses from thirteen reasons why . i will heavily hesitate to interact with the teen wolf fandom .    if you are a multi with these muses ,  i will interact with your other muses on a case by case basis .i will not interact with muses based on real life people .    this includes muses from the crown ,  hamilton ,  once upon a time in hollywood ,  etc .i will not interact with whitewashed characters ... canon fc or not .// 010 :         do not follow if you support anything disgusting !  you will be hard blocked and ,  if needed ,  reported .    there is enough of this bullshit offline and no one should have to deal with it in their hobby .i can't believe i have to put this in my rules in the year of our satan 2025 ...  but do not follow me if you write any of the following topics :  incest ,  pedophilia ,  sexual assault in any form ,  racism ,   homophobia ,  transphobia ...  and anything else damaging .     backstory is fine and valid ,  but writing it overtly in threads is a no go .i do not support call out culture but i will not police your blog .    if you post callouts or vagues ,  please tag them .    an abundance of untagged posts of this nature will result in a soft block for my own comfort .    if you do happen to see me interacting with someone who is truly a danger,  please contact me privately so that i can make a decision based on information .please know that i do believe in change and the ability to grow .     anon is a privilege and I will turn it off if I need to for my own wellbeing .      any harassment will be reported ,  blocked ,  and deleted .    this is my safe space and i won’t deal with it .// 011 :         i’m mox and i’m 34 !    i am gay af and use she / her pronouns and live on the east coast .    my discord is available for mutuals ,  i’d post it here but i change it too often .    i am diagnosed with schizoaffective bipolar type and this does affect my interactions .    this disorder causes psychosis and i have to step away with no warning at times which means i disappear during conversations if i am hallucinating .    this also comes with the depressive and manic episodes common to bipolar type 1 .i just ask that you be aware of this and respect if i say that i need space .    that is my way of protecting myself and preventing lashing out at you .    i also have asd ,  ocd ,  and ptsd  ( as well as other disorders that should not affect my time here ) .    i do work full time and am i try active on all of my blogs .    work will always come first and i may be quiet if my day is extremely busy . despite my rules being strict ,  i’m a really big softy and love to make new friends .    my im’s and asks are always open !

+ DO NOT INTERACT.        AS OF NOV 13, 2024:  do NOT interact with me if you follow/interact/befriend the following:
stevie/gemini/ryder: i do not know their current urls, but they were previously found on postguilt, cvldthief, deadlcrd. they have spent the past decade stalking, harassing, and abusing me. more details can be found here
fox: found at clawheist, spideysmarts, popgunloaded, hcktivism, beyondbarbie, misereternal, gravegardened, junktrap. this is stevie's roommate who has helped them with their stalking and harassment. AS OF DEC 7, 2025:  do NOT interact with me if you follow/interact/befriend the following:
praecipitata, persephonaveil, undeadpr1ncess, massdeviant, veiledmary, pinkpearled, bellevue, tinasparty, starglossd, pogueprinc3ss + whatever other blogs she creates.
A month long harassment campaign against me and others has me panicked to have her on my dash. all information can be found HERE

comics.

      FELICIA HARDY :       marvel comics, FACECLAIM : margot robbie. she/her. 30.   Excuse me, folks...while I slip into something a little more violent. info here

D&D.

      ASTARION ANCUNIN :       baldur's gate 3, FACECLAIM : tbd. he/him. unknown.   Don't hate me. I just did what I had to. I swear, I did what I had to. info here

MOVIES.

      GRACE LE DOMAS :       ready or not, FACECLAIM : samara weaving. she/her. 30.   What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking asshole piece of shit little tiny dick licker fucking asshole fucking die! info here

TELEVISION.

      ROBIN BUCKLEY :       stranger things, FACECLAIM : maya hawke. she/her. 18-57.   You think you're so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream for a living cracked your code in a day. info here

VIDEOGAMES.

      Ballora / tbd :       fnaf, FACECLAIM : tbd. she/her. tbd.   Why do you hide inside your walls, when there is music in my halls? All I see is an empty room, no more joy, an empty tomb.      Crying Child / Evan Afton :       fnaf, FACECLAIM : tbd. he/him. tbd.   You're broken. We are still your friends. Do you still believe that? I'm still here. I will put you back together.

      Henry Emily :       fnaf, FACECLAIM : skeet ulrich. he/him. tbd.   I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.      Mangle / tbd :       fnaf, FACECLAIM : tbd. she/her, they/them, it/its. tbd.   Proof that toddlers can destroy almost anything. With white and pink features and a visible endoskeleton, Mangle doesn't look like Foxy at all      MOXXI HODUNK (MAD MOXXI) :       borderlands, FACECLAIM : dita von teese. she/her. 47.   For now, I'll get my jollies off on bringing pain this way... or maybe this way. And in the end, the crowd will love me for my brutality. info here      FAITH SEED :       far cry 5, FACECLAIM : billie lourd. she/her. 22-37.   You came here looking for answers. Let the path reveal the truth. info here      VANESSA / VANNY :       fnaf game series, FACECLAIM : tbd. she/her. 22-37.   If you're part of this, you're scrap. Monty will run the shows, until Parts and Service can slap your casing on a new Endo.      YENNEFER :       the witcher, FACECLAIM : tbd. she/her. tbd.   Ignore those people who talk about you behind your back, that's where they belong. info here

ORIGINAL.

      MOONBEAM NOBLE :       fandomless, FACECLAIM : felicity jones. she/her. 25.   i always hoped the alien who found my balloon was happy. info here      LILLY SULLIVAN :       paranormative, FACECLAIM : karen gillan. she/her. 30.   I think there's a flaw in my code. These voices won't leave me alone. info here

      FACECLAIM:       marvel comics,
      ALIAS:       Black Cat
      PRONOUNS:       She/Her
      AGE:       30's

      PROLOGUE :       FELICIA HARDY WAS BORN ON October 31, 1986 TO WELL-OFF PARENTS WALTER AND lydia hardy. from the moment she was born, felicia was daddy’s little princess and she had walter hardy wrapped around her little finger.her childhood was fairly inconsequential. her father would disappear for long periods at a time, leaving her with her mother and a nanny.lydia hardy was a stay at home wine mom. walter brought home enough money that the family was never wanting. anything they needed or cared for, they had. cars, clothing, records, any and everything the girls could ask for, they had.walter hardy claimed to be a sort of a traveling salesman, taking technology between companies and offering them dreams. it was an extremely lucrative business as he was able to pay off the hardy house as well as a trio of cars. he was also able to build a rather large savings fund for his daughter. however, the claim of a salesman was false. walter hardy was a cat burglar, arguably the best the world had seen. able to slip in and out without detection no matter the security, many of his business deals involved thieving tech from one company to pawn to the next. lucrative, dangerous, and everything he needed to give his family the life he’d only dreamed of. he was not a bad man by any means. never cruel, always kind and loving. he was determined to make sure his little girl had a life better than anything he had ever had.when it came to academics, felicia was an overachiever with her head stuck in the books. growing up, her father couldn’t get books for her quick enough. history books, action, mysteries… anything that had an eye catching cover and an enthralling first line was everything she wanted. because of this love of books, academics had come easy. straight a’s through elementary and middle school. highschool had proven no different.walter hardy had always pushed her to be the best at whatever she put her mind to. he’d convinced her that she was worth the world. he’d made her believe in herself, held her up on a pedestal… and she’d made it her mission in life to prove him right, to make sure he had a reason to be proud of her. so she’d thrown herself into everything. she’d overloaded herself and taught herself just how to handle everything on her plate.in the middle of her sophomore year of high school, felicia was struck with the news that her father had been killed in an accident on a small plane on his way to make a deal. she was devastated. grief stricken, felicia threw herself into academics and extra curriculars, determined to not give herself enough time to think. she applied for an internship at oscorp, her grades easily securing her the spot she so desperately wanted, a move that would cement her future.felicia graduated at the top of her class, earning a full scholarship to empire state university. she was lucky enough to score one of the few single rooms reserved for high potential students.she embraced college life harder than she expected. her father always did tell her to be the best at anything she did and that carried over into her personal life. party hardy… she earned the moniker. if felicia hardy wasn’t at your party, you could consider it a failure. little did she know that this would be her downfall. at a frat party, a pledge cornered her in the bathroom, drunk, and tried to get his hands up her dress. before he could get far, another student burst into the bathroom at the sound of her shouts, putting a stop to what would have been a disaster. forever thankful, felicia befriended her savior, ryan.

the two were inseparable for months. ryan became her best friend, the person she could lean on, the one she turned to when things got difficult or she started to miss her father ryan was her anchor… and it only made sense when he asked her to make things official. it made sense to call him her boyfriend, to let him hold her hand, to let him kiss her. he was going to be there for her, he was exactly what she thought she needed.until he decided he needed more. it was a day that was permanently etched in her brain. he’d asked nicely… and something had felt wrong. somehow she knew that saying no wouldn’t be enough. but it still surprised her when he shoved her down, when his fist connected with her face… skirt somewhere on the other size of the room, underwear torn… and she’d just laid there. crying. she didn’t even beg him to stop because it was already started and it wouldn’t change a damn thing. and he’d just left her lying there, body half on the bed as she stared at the ceiling and tried to make sense of what her life had become.it had taken her hours, but she’d finally pulled herself together enough to go to the police station. she’d tried to file a report and they’d sent her to the hospital and it had all just been a mess. ryan was the popular kid, star of the football team… and no one had wanted to believe her. by the time she’d reported it, he had been bragging to all his friends that he’d banged party hardy. felicia had become the scorned girlfriend, upset that her reputation had been tarnished… at least that’s what the officers and school officials had said.so she’d taken matters into her own hands. in her free time, she dove into martial arts and gymnastics, devoting everything to becoming a stronger woman so that she would never be a victim again. she was determined… a determination that led her to become obsessed with revenge. she wanted to kill ryan, wanted him dead by her hands, knowing that she would never forget and would never forgive him for what he’d done to her. it was the one thing that kept her going for the years to come. and then, in her senior year of college, ryan was killed in a single car drunk driving accident on his way home from a graduation party. her nightmare was over… and she was never going to have her closure.

felicia graduated from empire state university with a bachelor of arts in art history.a year later, felicia received the most unexpected phone call of her life. attica correctional facility was looking for the next of kin of one walter hardy who had, regrettably, passed away of a massive heart attack in their care. it was up to her to claim the body and make arrangements… arrangements that she thought had been made in her sophomore year of highschool. quickly following the call from the prison, felicia received a call from a lawyer, a man whose voice she recognized from her childhood. a meeting was arranged and within days, felicia was in possession of a large sum of money that she wasn’t sure what to do with.her entire life turned upside down, felicia paid off her tuition and bought a penthouse in manhattan. suddenly she understood why her mother was so distant for so long.in the process of trying to learn more about her father, she was directed to a security deposit box that contained letters and paper clippings and explanations. a world renowned cat burglar. a man who couldn’t get caught until he was… and his death had all been fake.faked by walter hardy himself to protect the little girl he had always envisioned as his successor. lydia had known... but lying to her little girl wasn't easy.it was in that moment that felicia hardy decided to follow her father’s lead and carry on the hardy legacy… the black cat was born!      SPIDER-MAND & A CASE OF BAD LUCK :       felicia had been the bad girl for years. there had never been anything in her that wanted to be good. with her mother’s money, her father’s talents, and her own determination there was nothing in the world she couldn’t do if she wanted to. rob the louvre? check. infiltrate the met gala? check. fall in love? with the wrong man more times than she could count. but spider-man was good. after what she’d been through with ryan, it had taken her a long time to trust. but there was something about the webslinger that made her want to prove herself to him, made her want to be good enough for him. in an effort to show him that she could be good, felicia learned that kingpin possessed a detonator that the owl planned to use to hold new york hostage. doctor octopus, on the other hand, planned to use it to destroy the entire city instead. felicia was able to do what she did best and steal the detonator, passing it onto spider-man for safe keeping, putting her directly in doc ock’s crosshairs. despite the fact that spider-man was able to detach ock’s arms, ock was still able to control them with his mind, holding felicia hardy tight while his men opened fire. it would be the first time of many that she’d take a bullet or a dozen for the spider.the incident scarred her, forcing her to realize that she was not a superhero, that she wasn’t graced with powers that spider-man had. all she had was her own strength and her stunts. felicia worried that she would be a liability, that in the end the spider’s need to protect her would ultimately result in his death. she began to seek out a way to strengthen herself, reaching out and being rejected by both the avengers and fantastic four. eventually she was offered a chance to undergo a process similar to the scorpion. only after she’d undergone the procedure was she informed that her new powers were courtesy of the kingpin. mortified, felicia kept her secret from her lover, believing that she would be able to keep her abilities from him. however, unbeknownst to her, the kingpin had planned for her powers to bleed onto spider-man, causing numerous accidents and permanently jinxing him. when informed by doctor strange of the permanent bad luck aura that surrounded him, he rightly assumed that it was connected to felicia, incorrectly believing that she had done this on purpose. strange removed the jinx but the damage was done to his trust in felicia. their relationship was not to last and in an effort to protect her heart and his reputation, she fled to europe for a time, effectively putting her time with spider-man behind her.when felicia was offered a deal that seemed too good to be true, she was desperate to protect spider-man. she quickly agreed to a process that was guaranteed to give her powers on top of her acrobatic abilities.
it was supposed to be a dream come true. and at first it was. she began to notice that the world around her had trouble hurting her, that she was practically untouchable. she should have known that it wouldn’t last when she realized that her powers came from the kingpin, one of her lover’s enemies.her bad luck began to wear off on spider-man, marking him with an aura that brought on accident after accident and it was evident that it would eventually kill him. this was quickly confirmed by doctor strange who was able to completely remove the powers from her… resulting in the aura fading from spider-man. a small price to pay to be sure that he survived.but she was spoiled. she needed her powers, had to have them back. and so she sought out doctor tramma, determined to get back what she’d lost. tramma was able to graft a quantum probability pulsator under her skin, a scar that she’s able to wave away as one of her many bullet wounds. this pulsator allows her to affect probability fields of those in her line of sight. improbable, but not impossible, things would happen if you found yourself on the wrong side of her powers as she was, finally, fully in control of her own luck.that wasn’t all she was given. she asked for something more physical, something that would work if someone got a little too close for comfort. she was implanted with claws similar to those of wolverine, claws that extended from her nail beds to resemble the claws of a cat.unbreakable.

      INSIGHT CHECK :       before you stands a man holding his head with an air of entitlement. however, upon making eye contact with him, you see that the performance hides the fear tucked behind a swath of red. there's clearly more to the elf than meets the eye.      RELIGION CHECK :       you've learned about vampires during your time in libraries and as a child when monsters were the subject of bedtime stories, encouraging you to avoid wandering the streets of baldur's gate alone at night. but you can't say that you've ever knowingly met one. you're aware that they shouldn't be wandering about in the afternoon sun and that they shouldn't be able to go where they please. but there's something about the elf that's different. he's standing in the brightest of sunlight and you've watched him saunter into whatever building he wants without worrying about an invitation. this isn't the behavior of your typical vampire, much less vampire spawn. you're not sure exactly what the mindflayer's parasite is capable of, but it seems to negate the weaknesses that are common among vampires. he can step in running water, he can stand in the sun, and he need not be invited in.      PERCEPTION CHECK :       while the elf continues his words, you notice two small puncture wounds on the right of his neck, easily missed if you aren't looking for them. though, the puckered scars serve as a rare blemish on perfectly porcelain skin. a vampire? aren't they supposed to burn to dust in the sun. you think, perhaps, it's the parasite the two of you share.      SURVIVAL CHECK :       it might be easy to drive a stake through astarion's heart, but you recognize that having him on your side might be the better option if he can keep his fangs to himself. a skilled thief, knowledgeable in the workings of the higher class of baldur's gate, an apt storyteller with a penchant for making those around him believe his words, and a partner who is willing to get his hands dirty. there's vengeance at the forefront of his mind, overcoming any persuasion the parasite might have over him. whatever he seeks revenge for, he will find it before he succumbs to any sort of mindflayer. with that you can't help but wonder if he would even stay dead should you try. you've never seen that amount of determination in anyone's eyes before. it might be safer to let him live. you choose a traveling companion over a body.out of the frying pan and into the fire two centuries spent devouring rats and boars and whatever animal he could wrap lips around a vein... he's hungry and lost and broken, determined to find his way out of a life that was never meant for him, a life that he had unknowingly asked for. being kidnapped by mindflayers just might be the best thing that happened to him.his life had been destined to follow that of his father's footsteps. he'd been born to a family of higher stature than most, a father who had been a magistrate in baldur's gate for the better part of a century. a father who raised astarion to be the same. and he was good at it. he had no time or patience for those who seemed to have excuse after excuse... but he could be swayed with the right sort of payment. as was the norm in baldur's gate... money could get you anywhere. he thrived in lower courts, settling disputes between thieves and beggars and property owners. he had no interest in the politics of it all, he was content in meddling in the affairs of the people rather than the city itself. a paycheck without pissing off the elite.but even meddling in the lower courts had its consequences.after two hundred years, he doesn't even remember what decision it was that had caused the discontent. you would think that one would remember what led to his death, but it truly hadn't been that remarkable.

all he remembers. is leaving the elfsong tavern and being attacked. a group of men had taken offense to a decision made and had decided that he wouldn't survive the night.but someone had other plans for him.riddles in the dark he had seen the face of his savior before. he was known to the upper class, known to be a recluse... only leaving his castle when no one was watching, frequenting parties that no one spoke about and brushed shoulders with those he never dared to dream of. the man had said nothing as he chased the attackers away, had dipped beside him, squatting as he eyed astarion's wounds. he couldn't even force a mumbled thanks from his lips, but two hundred years later he would be thankful for that. he remembers the feeling of teeth dragging into the skin of his neck and a silent scream pulled from his throat. but the darkness came far too quickly. the pain faded and his life drained and he said a silent thanks to the gods that he wouldn't suffer.but then he tasted dirt as his casket crumbled around him, bending under the weight of the earth and he found himself clawing and climbing towards the surface, throat coated with bile dust. and when he swallowed his first breath of air... his lungs felt no relief. confusion, fear... and recognition as eyes found the man who had ended his life days before... cazador szarr.two hundred years of torment followed. two hundred years of being denied the taste of human blood, of being forced to use his body to bring souls to the master for whatever purpose he wanted. he couldn't ask questions, couldn't hope for anything more than being gifted something more than a rat in return for his obedience. but his reward for trying, his reward for obeying... chained to a dungeon wall with chains too tight for him to move while cazador carved his words and verses into the elf's back, refusing to let him in on the riddle in his skin. astarion was nothing... a mean's to an end and would never amount to anything worthwhile as he was reminded night after night as he begged for some form of mercy.until he was trusted with the seduction of a noble...a conspiracy unmasked the intention had been to seduce a nobleman, indulge in his body and let him believe that there would be something more if he followed him home, if he decided to take this further at an inn. he had watched as the man slept, already regretting the duty he'd been bound to, the job he was forced to do. he had just snatched clothes from the man's wardrobe and stepped outside for a breath, preparing himself for what was to come. it never got easier, not really. he just got used to it.but the moment he stepped into the alley, everything changed. he can't remember what happened, doesn't remember ever losing consciousness but he must have, hadn't he? because the next memory he had was waking up with a monster with tentacles for a face reaching out with some sort of worm to press against his eye.he could feel it squirming its way into his brain, becoming part of him... and he hated it. but he didn't have a moment to think about it, to complain about it, to say a word before it felt like the world was beginning to collapse around him. his pod closed, trapping him in a space tighter than any coffin ever could be. he couldn't move, couldn't do more than call out for help but no one could hear him. no one would answer. and then there was fire... fire and brimstone and explosions as he watched a figure dash through the hallway across from him.the next thing he knew... he was tumbling through the air, sure that this was the end. but everything went dark and when he woke?he felt sun on his skin for the first time in two centuries.

strength 10 (+0)
dexterity 18 (+4)
constitution 14 (+2)
intelligence 13 (+1)
wisdom 13 (+1)
charisma 10 (+0)
hit points 111
average ac 21preferred equipment armor of agility ;; 17 AC add your dexterity modifier to your armor class
disintegrating night walkers ;; Can't be Enwebbed, Entangled, or Ensnared and can't slip on grease or ice. grants user misty step
knock knuckle gloves ;; sleight of hand +1. grants the user knockpreferred accessories Periapt of Wound Closure ;; When downed automatically stabilise at the start of the turn. maximize number of hit points restored
shifting corpus ring ;; grants the user invisibility and blur
ring of regeneration ;; At the beginning of your turn, the ring activates and heals you 1-4 hit points.

   acrobatics       +8
   sleight of hand       +13
   stealth       +12
   perception       +7
   deception       +8
   intimidation       +4
   persuasion       +8offhand weapon rhapsody ;; Gain a +1 bonus to Attack Rolls, damage, and Spell Save DC for every foe you slay, up to a maximum of +3. Possibly inflict Bleeding when hitting a creature with this weapon while Hiding or Invisible 2-5 damage (1d4+1) piercingmain hand weapon crimson mischief ;; this weapon deals an additional l-4 Piercing damage against targets with 50% of their hit points or fewer. When you make an attack with Advantage, the target takes an additional 7 Piercing damage. 3-8 damage (1d6+2) piercing ;; 1-4 (1d4) necroticranged weapon hellfire hand crossbow ;; Possibly inflict Burning when hitting a creature with this weapon while Hiding or Invisible. gives the user access to scorching ray shot. 4-9 damage (1D6+3) piercing

      PROLOGUE:       her mother had given birth at the age of sixteen. a jane doe in a hospital who snuck out in the middle of the night after the baby was born. by morning, the nurses knew that the little girl would have no one, that she would be destined for an orphanage with no blood relatives to speak of. but they would not let her go unnamed and unloved. in the hopes of guiding her fate, pushing her towards a better life... the nurses named her grace. the name was given to her when the hospital was sure her mother wasn't coming back, when they were sure that the little girl was alone in the world. and one nurse, one woman with a heart of gold stepped in. clara breckinridge had never had children of her own no matter how badly she'd wanted to. fifty years had gone by and it just wasn't in the cards, but when she held little grace? her whole world lit up. she knew she couldn't adopt her, knew that she didn't have the life that would allow for a single mom to raise a little girl... but the least she could do was give her a name that would protect her, that would let her know that someone out there loved her, believed in her, wanted the best for her. so clara blessed her with names that called out to the patron saint of orphans and the patroness... louise emiliani. grace louise emiliani.as a little girl, she hated her name. hated that someone had made her sound like some rich bitch with everything to lose when she really had nothing to her name, nothing to hold onto, no one who cared. love was a concept she couldn't understand, couldn't wrap her head around. for the foster system had not been kind, had not been a dream come true. the first time she remembered being hit, she was five years old. she thought that was what parents were supposed to do until a teacher reported the abuse and she was handed to another family who did the same thing but was better at hiding it. the cycle continued. no one wanted her, no one wanted to make her part of their family. and, as badly as she wanted a family of her own... the last thing she wanted was one that hurt her. one that used her for their own bullshit.she was left to fend for herself in a halfway house at the age of eighteen and she decided to try to find her birth mom, someone who might have something for her. but her search led her to clara breckinridge. now an old woman, the nurse had never forgotten the baby. had never forgotten grace. and she was happy to see her. happy to know her. clara became her family... until she passed away two years later, leaving a mark of love on grace emiliani.      THE PRINCE & THE PAUPER :       grace spent the two years she was allowed to have with clara working at a bar most nights while helping at the hospital days she wasn't in class, saving up every penny she could so that she could make a life of her own. it had been clara who had paid for the two years of community college, insisted she should get some sort of college education. she hadn't known what to dive into... but she had this secret dream of opening her own coffee shop. figured an associates in business administration would be a good way to start. she talked to clara about the dream, about how she wanted to serve everyone a "cup of grace". and she was going to do it. she knew she'd do it, knew she'd be able to get there. but... a few months after graduation, clara was gone and grace didn't have the drive to build a coffeeshop from scratch and she certainly didn't have the money to make it happen. without clara, grace had no where to stay and the hospital didn't have a reason to keep a rebel without a cause.so she left.grace gathered everything she had, every cent, and left for the one place where dreams were made. new york city.by night, she slung drinks. and during the day? she let herself dream. she picked up shifts at a coffee shop on madison avenue, let the tips pay the bills. it wasn't a lavish life, but it was a good life. she made enough to snag a rent controlled townhouse on bergen street. when thing were tight? she had an extra bedroom she could sublease. but she did everything she could to make sure she had the place to herself. it wasn't much... but she was proud of it. it was enough to get by and it was a roof of her own over her head where no one could hurt her, no one could get to her. she was happy. it was the first time in her life she'd known what that was like without fear, without relying on anyone else. she didn't have to worry about happiness dying and it was euphoric. she could be herself, be everything she'd always wanted and no one could stop her.that was... until a tall, fancy suit

walked through her line at the coffee shop and showed up at the bar she tended. maybe it was fast... but she found herself falling hard, falling quick. and when he seemed to reciprocate? oh she was in heaven. she didn't have to be alone anymore.the day he proposed... the happiest day of her life. she could finally have the family she craved...if they didn't kill her first.      FINAL GIRL:       she'd known the name le domas. there wasn't anyone in existence who didn't know the name le domas. the family of board games, the cards, the checkers, the whatever. if you played it as a kid, the name was plastered across it. every foster home grace had ever been in had had tons of those in the house. it was the one thing she could rely on. funny how that worked. it seemed as if she'd be relying on a le domas for the rest of her life.
she didn't expect the coincidence to be a herald of destruction.eighteen months was all it took for her to know that she was in love with him. in reality, it had been closer to twelve and she'd been trying to convince him that they could be a family ever since. it was everything she had wanted... a family of her own. and she'd thought that maybe, just maybe, the universe was taking her side when he finally proposed. she should have listened when he told her it wouldn't be everything it was cracked up to be.she should have listened to everything.no one had told her about the le domas tradition. it had seemed fun at first. draw a card, play a game, win a family no matter the outcome. it should have been easy. it should have been simple. but that goddamn card... hide and seek .it had seemed innocent. try to hide until dawn. and come morning, she'd truly be a le domas. she should have been warned, should have been told what the stakes of the game were. maybe she would have been willing to have something unconventional. willing to listen to alex about starting a family without approval of his, without worrying about a wedding. but she hadn't been given the chance.and in the end... she'd watched the family she'd fought so hard explode into bits and watched the house of horrors burn to the ground.      HEIRESS:       grace kept the name le domas. it opened doors, reminded the world of her strength. the only surviving member of a terrible accident the night of her wedding. no one could explain it. and she'd been tucked into a psychiatric hospital when she'd tried to explain. they all assumed her mind had made up some story because she couldn't handle the truth. so she stopped trying to tell her story. she took the diagnosis of c-ptsd, anxiety, and depression. took it, accepted the meds, and moved on... ran as far away as she could get because she just didn't want to deal with it anymore. she'd been cleared by the police and the lawyers could handle the rest.it took the better part of a year for the estate to settle. but her lawyer eventually called her with the first good news she'd had in a long time... the le domas fortune was hers. she just had to agree to allow the manufacturing of games to continue and to let the ground the estate had been on die. keep it empty, refuse to build... and everything was hers.
terms grace le domas could agree to without thinking twice about it.it didn't to much to help her mental state... but it meant that she would never be wanting, that she could have whatever she needed, whatever she wanted. and what she wanted was to finally make a dream come true. so she went back to new york, found a little spot in brooklyn, opened a coffee shop of her own... "a cup of grace".
a coffee shop of her own and a comfortable home bought outright... she finally almost had the life she wanted but she was learning to rely on no one but herself, to not push for more just because she was lonely. it was easier... the regulars became her family and new comers became friends.as happy as she was, though...it didn't stop the nightmares. it didn't keep her from feeling cursed. even on the best days... she felt as though someone was watching from the shadows and she couldn't run from the worry that the le domas curse would find its way back to her.

      HAWKINS, INDIANA — NORMAL.       there was a time that hawkins, indiana was normal. just your run of the mill small town in the middle of nowhere. great place to grow up. you could do anything, go anywhere, and everyone knew every move you made. ideal, right? you could stay out in the front yard until well after dark and there wasn’t a damn thing you had to worry about except getting back before the streetlights came on. the hardest thing about growing up was that rush on your bike to get from point a to point b and racing the sunset. it was the best life. why do things have to change when you grow up? why couldn’t that part just stay the same?growing up was supposed to be fun. sure it would have all those weird things that came with puberty, but being a teenager was supposed to be cool. you were supposed to be the cool kid on the block. no one was supposed to be able to touch you. teenagers ran the world, didn’t they? they played with makeup, had cool hair, dated, stayed out past dark. it was supposed to be fun. it was supposed to be the best time of her life.but thirteen for robin buckley? meant realizing that she was never going to be normal. that she wasn’t going to be the kind of girl hawkins would be quick or easy to accept. it was at a friend’s thirteenth birthday party that she knew she couldn’t go back. a party that she found herself tucking away in a corner so that she didn’t get caught, so that somehow the girls didn’t read her mind.why couldn’t she have a crush on steve harrington like every other girl in the room did?      TOMBOY       robin had always been a tomboy. from the age of five, she threw herself into soccer, playing every season both with school teams and with summer leagues. her parents were ecstatic. it meant that their little girl with way too much energy had an outlet... an outlet that might actually get her somewhere in life, might score her a scholarship.but her future was the last thing on her mind. she just wanted to play, just wanted to kick a ball, run around, and make sure that her entire world revolved around her team and the game. it made it easier as she grew up, easier to pretend that anything weird she felt was just part of the adrenaline of the game.it was even easier to pretend when she picked up trumpet in elementary school. she fell in love with the sound of dolly jones and begged her parents to let her have a trumpet.

it started with a rental, a little rinky dink piece of metal that had been beat to hell and back but god did she love it. after a year of private lessons, she was surprised with her own trumpet, one that she kept all through middle school and high school marching band. she didn’t care that it was a boy’s instrument. she didn’t care what anyone thought of it. all she cared about was playing music.when all that mattered was music and soccer, she didn’t have time to think about being a teenager and not being one of the cool kids. it’s hard to be a cool kid when you’re the school lesbian.easier to just be the band geek and the soccer player.      COMING TO TERMS.       something changed her junior year of highschool. it was like a switch flipped and her give a damn broke. her sixteenth birthday brought some kind of coming to terms with who she was. it was... kind of refreshing in a way. she was gay. lesbian. and even if she wasn’t willing to let the world know, she was willing to accept it. she was willing to accept the fact that she had a crush on tammy thompson, that nancy wheeler was only prissy because she was cute and had this little button nose, and that the girl who sat in front of her in english would be nice to hug. even if she kept it to herself, it was nice to just be, nice to exist, good to just be okay with the girl she’d grown into.to cement it? in the comfort of her room with the radio turned up to ten, robin took a needle dipped in ink and gave herself a stick and poke tattoo that was a little better than any sort of home job should be. just a small symbol of venus on her inner left ankle. something no one would notice unless they were looking for it, but something that would remind her to be herself. to be comfortable in her skin. to give up trying to be someone she could never be.      SUCKS AHOY.       and maybe her life would have continued down that sort of normalcy. if she hadn’t taken a job at scoops ahoy, the most interesting thing about her would have been an obsession with languages, a tattoo no one knew existed, and her gay little secret. but no... she had to take a summer job at scoops ahoy and meet steve harrington and realize that, even if he was a complete idiot, he was best friend status. and he had his own weird shit going on in his life.weird shit that she would quickly find herself dragged into. a world of russian secret bases, monsters, superpowers, possession, and a million other things that she would have never dreamed could ever exist.when had hawkins lost its chill?

      HODUNK YEARS.       Moxxi was born a part of the Hodunk clan. She was born and raised in The Dust and there's some part of her that believes that's where she'll go when she dies because all things go to dust in the end, don't they? The thought of it truly disgusts her. She left the place behind and would prefer it stay in her past.At the age of 15, Moxxi found herself pregnant after a whirlwind weekend with a member of the Zaford clan. It was at this point that Jimbo Hodunk took her under his wing and decided to raise Ellie as his own in an effort to keep Moxxi part of the clan. By the time the two were 18, they decided that marriage was in their cards and Moxxi took up well with him. Within a year, she gave birth to a boy who was quickly named Scooter and Moxxi found herself thankful that he looked enough like his older sister that Ellie could truly be passed as a Hodunk daughter. By the time she was 22, Moxxi had two more children, both sons, with Jimbo Hodunk. However, after the death of her third born in an accident at the Hodunk Speedway at the age of four, she swore off more children, unable to handle the idea of losing another.On her 30th birthday, Jimbo pulled her aside and reminded her that he knew her secret, that he know she had betrayed the clan with a member of the Zaford's fifteen years before. He had waited fifteen years to make sure she would pay for her transgressions, fifteen years to inform her that her only daughter would be branded as the clan wife. It was then that Moxxi knew it was time to get the fuck out of dodge with her kids. She fled with Ellie and Scooter in tow, her youngest son begging to be left behind and, as much as she wanted him to come with her, she couldn't risk a screaming child when she was trying to sneak out in the middle of the night.      SHOTGUN WEDDINGS.       She found herself under the protection of a man named David Shank. Once again mistaking care and convenience for love, Moxxi quickly married him and found herself... miserable with a man who was far from interested in women. She became a trophy, a cover, and was often pushed to the side in favor of a man. For a while, this was fine. It gave her time to take care of her children and heal herself, to build walls she became known for later in her life. But it was when she found her husband using their marital bed for one of his affairs that she drew the line. It wasn't that his preference bothered her, it was the fact that he had lied to her, was lying to himself everytime she was introduced as the love of his life. In an effort to help him find himself, Moxxi left with a broken heart and the hope that he would learn to be comfortable in his own skin with whomever he wanted. Even after hiring a Vault Hunter to kill him because of his capture of Athena, Moxxi mourned the loss, wishing things could have been different.It wasn't long before she found her way to New Haven, a sanctuary of sorts. Somewhere she could hide out and know the Hodunks would never get to her. She could let her kids thrive, both of them showing a talent for engineering like good old mom. She could be proud and could rewrite her own story.New Haven became home. Somewhere she could become Mad Moxxi, a woman sure of herself, confident, and beautiful. She could tuck away all traces of the Hodunk clan except for the heart tattooed onto her chest and even that began to take up a new meaning. She even found love. Or something close to it. Marcus Kincaid was an arm's dealer... good with his hands and good with numbers. He seemed ideal. And for a while, he was. She helped him build his weapon's empire, helped him see how to make sure he was underestimated so that he always had the upper hand. She took care of him and he returned the favor.But the third time wasn't the charm and they went their separate ways when she realized she would always come second to his money. She could handle being second to a business, but being second to money... something that could be put away and hid in a safe. She refused to let that be put ahead of her. So she left and pursued her own business... determined to make that her new husband.Red Light & The Underdome Being married to an arm's dealer in the heart of pandora meant that Moxxi got a taste for watching people tear each other apart. And what better way to satiate that thirst than opening an arena? And open an arena she did. Moxxi's Underdome would become the most well known arena in all of Pandora. People came from far and wide to compete and complete the Underdome challenges. Though, only one Pandoran is known to have done so. A vault hunter by the name of Mordecai who earned her affections in doing so. A relationship that would be short lived, but fondly remembered.

In line with the Underdome, Moxxi opened her first bar, Moxxi's Red Light. It was based in burlesque glamor and became a popular place for those traveling through the Fathoms. She was proud of her bar. Proud of what it had the potential to be. And then she decided to hide an ex Lance Assassin from her ex husband and his lovely band of bandits. She should have known that they would come for Athena, that they wouldn't care about the state of her bar. But it didn't change the absolute heartbreak caused by seeing her bar in complete disarray and littered with the bodies and blood of bandits.      HANDSOME JACK.       It was the Underdome that brought Handsome Jack into her life. A low level Hyperion programmer, he was attractive, funny, and everything else she had been missing in previous relationships. Things had been good in the beginning. He had been fun and interested in everything she was doing. Hell, he had helped her find a place for a new bar. He seemed to be what she'd been looking for ever since leaving the Hodunks, but she could feel something was off about him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. He wanted more than Pandora had to offer, more than his position had to offer, and seemingly more than she had to offer.
And still she believed in his love for her.She maintained her Underdome and her Underdome only for the first year of their relationship. But her heart still belonged to the stories told in bars. So in the midst of the whirlwind of her life, she opened the Up Over Bar in Concordia with support from Jack. While it was her pride, her Underdome remained her joy. But she wasn't sure she could function without either of them. Most of her time was still spent in the Underdome, announcing fights and providing as much commentary as possible, relishing the attention from the crowd.It was the love of her Underdome that had her blinded to the man Jack was becoming for so long. He wasn't the man she had fallen in love with. He had become cold, distant, almost scary. She always trusted her gut, something she had always kept in the back of her mind. And something told her to run. To get as far away as she could before there was no turning back. And in return? Jack destroyed her joy... blowing up the Underdome in revenge for her leaving.      SANCTUARY AND BEYOND.       Recognizing the danger that Handsome Jack presented, she shut the doors of the Up Over Bar and fled to Sanctuary, reconnecting with the Crimson Raiders, Marcus, and her children. Her relationship with Jack was something that few discussed, something that left a stain on her heart and built her walls higher than before. She dumped herself into building Moxxxi's, a bar that would become the central gathering area in Sanctuary. She poured everything she had into it, making it somewhere to be proud of. She was going to make it work.For two years, Moxxxi's ran successfully. Between Crimson Raiders and Vault Hunters and refugees who had fallen victim to Jack, there was no shortage of business, no shortage of customers. And then Colonel Hector and his band of Dahl soldiers showed up to take a vault key and Sanctuary. At least this time she had the clothes on her back and friends around her which left her able to rebuild even after Sanctuary was destroyed in the following fight.Sanctuary had truly become home. A real home. So when Lillith asked her to join them as they hunted new vaults, tried to make sense of the map the key had given them, she had agreed under the condition that she could run the ship's bar. She helped turn Sanctuary III into a place that people didn't mind living despite the fact that it was forced, that there was no choice, and that it was the only place they were all safe. But she tried. She tried to make them feel like there was still hospitality left in the universe that they were floating through.She became the ship mom in a way, taking in those who had been left without a home, those who had fled clans and corporations, letting them all tell their stories at her bar while she listened and poured what little she had for them to drink.But once things settled down, once the Calypso twins were dead and gone, Moxxi turned her sights to a prize that had only seemed a dream. The Handsome Jackpot, a casino that Jack had originally built for her. A casino that used her designs. A casino that took up an entire damn space station and she wanted it back. She wanted to finally get over him, finally let go of everything she had held for him. And that casino was the way to do it. And what Moxxi wants? Moxxi gets.Moxxi now splits her time between the newly acquired Moxxxi's Big Score and Sanctuary.

[ AGE 15. ] Ellie born.
[ AGE 18. ] Married Jimbo Hodunk.
[ AGE 19. ] Scooter born.
[ AGE 21. ] Unnamed son one born.
[ AGE 22. ] Unnamed son two born.
[ AGE 25. ] Unnamed son one died in accident.
[ AGE 30. ] Left Hodunk Clan.
[ AGE 31. ] Married Mr. Shank.
[ AGE 31. ] Divorced Mr. Shank.
[ AGE 34. ] Married Marcus Kincaid.
[ AGE 36. ] Divorced Marcus Kincaid.

[ AGE 36. ] Created Underdome.
[ AGE 36. ] Opened Moxxi’s Red Light.
[ AGE 36. ] Began dating Handsome Jack.
[ AGE 37. ] Opened Up Over Bar.
[ AGE 38. ] Left Handsome Jack.
[ AGE 38. ] Underdome Destroyed.
[ AGE 38. ] Opened Moxxxi’s on Sanctuary.
[ AGE 40. ] Forced off of Sanctuary.
[ AGE 40. ] Opens Moxxxi’s on Sanctuary III.
[ AGE 47. ] Raids the Handsome Jackpot
[ AGE 47. ] Opens Moxxxi’s Big Score.

      RACHEL JESSOP.       If you were to ask her about her parents, she would only give you the name Joseph Seed. A name spoken with such reverence, such care, that it would be easy to believe her, that it would conjure up images of a little girl attached to her father's hip, who grew up without a mother, without riches. She'd tell you of her brothers who were stronger than she, who their father cared for long after their physical forms were gone. she'd spin you a beautiful story about a family who held to the belief of love and the strength of a family.but it would be a lie ...She was not always Faith Seed. She was born Rachel Jessop to a fairly affluent couple in Hope County. Her mother, Ada Jessop, was known for building the Jessop conservatory where she worked with plants to help both animals and people. Her father, Hank Jessop, supported his wife with everything in him. He built greenhouses on the property, cared for orchids and other plants that Dr. Ada Jessop believed would aid in her practice. Her focus centered around Datura Flowers, flowers that are often called The Devil's Trumpet and are known for being particularly psychoactive. Ada believed that she could harness these flowers to be something good, something that could save lives. She viewed it much as doctors had once viewed cocaine and LSD. If used properly, they could change lives for the better. But she would never have a chance to explore her theory.Rachel Jessop was born on October 13 to parents that truly wanted nothing to do with her. The idea of having a child had never crossed their mind. Ada's work had consumed her life and the last thing she had wanted was a distraction, someone to look after, someone who would risk derailing her work. But getting rid of the problem wasn't an option. She had an image to maintain and throwing away a child would tarnish the reputation she was trying to build within a conservative county. So, instead, she and her husband hired a nanny. A nanny that would practically raise the little girl for the first five years of her life. It was the only time she was happy, content, safe. Once she was of school age, she was sent to kindergarten and the nanny was let go. Why spend money on a glorified babysitter when the school system could keep an eye on her?That was when everything changed.Rachel was, by all accounts, a happy child for the first five years of her life. She thrived, laughed, and learned. She seemed to be on the right track, on the way to being a normal child. But when her nanny was let go, when it was up to her parents to take care of her, the abuse began. It started small... an over eager five year old getting yelled at for being too loud. It was enough to tear confidence away from the child. It grew into slaps and screaming and beatings. Things that left their marks on the girl's skin but tucked just right to keep teachers, friends, and the rest of the Henbane River from suspecting that anything was wrong. It would be this that set Rachel Jessop on a path she would never be able to break free from.The older she got, the worse the abuse became. It became clear that her parents had never wanted children but they were able to maintain the charade for the rest of the world. And Rachel? She feared confrontation, feared making them hate her existence even more. So she became a yes man. She agreed to most things to keep the peace in most situations. With her parents, it meant they mostly left her alone. With men it meant that she was taken advantage of in ways she couldn't properly understand. And, perhaps even worse, she was left with a desperation to find a way to numb the pain, the sadness, the heartbreak. Even when she kept the peace around her, her soul could not find a drop of it without help.She was fourteen the first time she turned to drugs. It hadn't been to get her high, hadn't been to chase bliss. Nothing quite so romantic. She'd read about her mother's flowers, knew that they were poison, knew that if she swallowed enough of them they would kill her peacefully and she would never have to worry again. What she hadn't expected was for the high to last until she was found, until the ambulance was called, through the stomach pump, and well into a restless sleep as doctors fought to keep her alive. And even though she had been disappointed to wake, she had found a joy to chase. A joy that would shape her journey through life, that would give her meaning and reason and desperation.After the incident that left her hospitalized, her mother began to keep a closer eye on her flowers, kept the greenhouse locked and kept the key on her at all times. But Rachel craved the feeling of bliss, craved a high that left her feeling on top of the world, so she turned to more. She was almost fifteen when she met tweak and discovered cocaine. It kept her high, kept a pep in her step, and kept her thoughts in the cloud so that she could handle the world around her. Her frequent visits to her dealer introduced her to Tracey... the first real friend Rachel would ever have. And, arguably, the last.It felt like a better life. She wasn't at the conservatory most days, was able to avoid her family. And she had a friend. It was the life she'd craved for as long as she could remember. It could only get better if she found her way out of Henbane River and Hope County.Rachel was sixteen when she and Tracey packed up to leave for somewhere out west. She left a note behind and her parents never came looking for her. She didn't care, not really. She was used to them being happier when she was missing. Plus, she was running away to what she was sure would be a better life. Tracey had heard of a group who lived like they were still in the age of free love. They weren't hard to find... a band of traveling stoners that traveled in vans and busses. She spent her days high and happy, her nights high and enjoying drum circles and the bodies of those around her. It was there that she was introduced to what would become her drug of choice, heroin. Between that and cocaine and marijuana, she was living her best life. It didn't matter that she couldn't pay for any of it. No one seemed to complain about alternative methods of payment.Oh, it was the good life.Until a combination of heroin and cocaine landed her in the hospital again. Rachel wasn't sure who had called her parents, but they were quick to put an end to their daughter's six month bender. If anyone found out, it would be a stain on the Jessop name and they couldn't allow that. So, after recovering, she was dragged home, kicking and screaming.It was on the eve of her eighteenth birthday that Joseph Seed found her asleep, on a park bench, coming down from the night before's high. He held out his hand and it was like God himself was offering her salvation ...      FAITH SEED.       There's no explanation as to how Rachel survived time and time again. But someone had been watching, someone had been waiting to take her into their arms and lead her down the path of righteousness. But it had not been easy. It had not been simple.And it had taken everything in

Joseph Seed to make sure that Rachel Jessop was a meaningful part of the family...She'd tried rehab and bolted before the first week was through, before she could even detox. But Joseph Seed made sure that his special brand of rehab would be exactly what she needed. She spent what felt like forever locked in a cell in John Seed's bunker. Joseph saw the need for an addict to care for an addict, a reminder of how far John had come and how far he could fall if he gave into sin. And Rachel? She found a brother that she could rely on for the first time in her life. He understood her, understood what she was going through, how hard it was to let the drugs slip away. But he made sure she made it through the worst of it. Made sure she was clean and sober and stayed that way.To celebrate 30 days clean... John tattooed the chemical formula for cocaine onto her left forearm as a reminder of where she started and how quickly she could fall back into old habits. Her addiction had started with cocaine and it would end with cocaine.60 days clean... She was welcomed into the Project at Eden's Gate with open arms. Joseph wasproudof her, something no one had ever been of her before. Truly he was more of a father than the one she'd been born to. She would do anything for him, anything to keep him proud. To welcome her into the family, John tattooed the singluttonyabove her right shoulder blade. She would wear her sin visibly, a reminder that no one is perfect, that every one could fall to their own addictions, to their own moral shortcomings. But that they could overcome them, could find the light if they only followed the father on the path.90 days clean... word made its way to Rachel that her parents had fled the county and that the observatory, as well as everything with it, was hers. It would be her first test. Could she be near the flowers without succumbing to her addiction? Could she make a home in the observatory, bring some of the family to help cultivate what was already there. She wasn't sure how to handle it... just that she wanted to make use of the place. Something about taking over a place that had meant so much more to her parents than she ever would was more rewarding than it probably should have been. But it left her determined to make something of it.And Joseph Seed knew exactly what to do.Rachel Jessop had told him of the flowers, of the high they could provide and how it felt as though you were walking throughbliss. The thought that, perhaps, it could be used within the ranks of Eden's Gate was quick to cross the mind of the Seed patriarch.It began with an idea. No one knew the plant quite like Rachel. She was provided with a chemist and a team to make the most of the little white flower.As development moved forward, there was talk of rachel becoming entwined with the family, of bringing her into the fold. The excitement at the idea overshadowed the fact that the Seeds had already had two sisters called Faith. Two women who had not been enough...But they weren't her...She was blessed with the name Faith Seed when she cracked the code for Bliss and production was able to begin. She showed the father how the flower could be used to test the strength of a follower's will, to be sure that the strongest were the ones who made it to the new world and those who did not possess the needed constitution could still serve a purpose. They could care for the crops, the animals, the security. They listened to anything she told them, anything that any of the Seeds told them. The perfect army, the perfect security force to make sure Joseph and his followers were safe from those outside of Eden's Gate who would wish them harm.Faith was gifted her own region. Henbane River became hers. Funny how she managed to find her way home. For a time she lived in the conservatory. She took over her parents room, turned it into her own sanctuary, filled it with Bliss and plants and flowers and beauty. She erased any evidence that those horrible people had lived there, that they had ever existed. And she refused to acknowledge them.The Jessop's were dead to her.Leaving the compound meant a newfound freedom and trust for Faith. It meant that for the first time in over a year she had time alone, time to think, time to really piece together everything she had learned from the father, from her brothers. More importantly... it gave her time to question things. Time to question who she was and what it meant to be Faith Seed.There had been others before her. Those that had held the name Faith Seed who had never gotten as far as she had, who had found themselves broken at the bottom of a cave, forgotten by those who didn't even know their given names. Would that be her? Could she live up to the expectations the father had for her? Faith had never been a leader. Had never been anyone that was looked up to. And overnight she had followers of her own, those who would use their own bodies to keep her safe. It was...... exhilarating.It took time to grow into the role, but when she did? Oh she excelled at everything she was asked to do. She built a path for sinners, a path to lead them to the father so that they could understand just how difficult it was to become pure, so that they could fight to become worthy of the Father's love, worthy of New Eden. And if they proved to be too weak of mind to enter into the new world... she took them under her wing. Allowed them to become herANGELS. They were special to her... kept her safe and kept the bliss flowing. And by the time she began creating them, her morals had warped, twisted by Joseph's teachings and she was sure that they were better off knowing only the world she showed them, only the world she painted in their minds.They werehappy... weren't they?When everything started to go to shit, Faith had been part of the family for seven years. She would die for them, fight for them, do anything for them. But as she watched her brothers fall one by one, knowing that the deputy was coming for her. She began to wonder...Was she doing the right thing?

      THE FORGOTTEN CHILD.       There is something to be said about a child born during Belleteyn. Perhaps they’re destined for something more or perhaps it’s merely luck when a little girl with a hunchback makes her first cry. When she first screamed into the night to a father who would leave her and a mother who would beat her. Maybe that was when destiny was decided that the child was fated to become a sorceress, that she was destined to be more than any human could ever dream. Perhaps that moment was when it was decided that the child would be abandoned, left for dead, only to be picked by magic to learn to be better, be molded into beauty, taught to be strong. It must have been then that the universe decided that the child would forget the name given at birth and would try to forget the deformities that graced her body but still encased her mirrored self. Perhaps destiny favors the witch.Aretuza became her home and Yennefer became her name as she tried to make amends with her life on Thanedd Island. Tissaia de Vries became her mentor and a mother figure, became the only thing she had, the only thing to hold onto for when she looked in the mirror, she saw hatred glaring back at her. Hatred passed from father to mother to child. Hatred that slit her wrists through her tendons and bled into the floor and stained the stone. But she was stronger than any blade, stronger than her hatred, stronger than death itself. It was in that moment a desire to thrive, a desire to push forward, a desire to be more was born within young Yennefer. A desire that would allow her to shed physical setbacks and let a chill settle in her heart while she always remembered Vengerberg.Going to Rinde had been a well thought out, calculated decision. Why wouldn’t a sorceress take up residence where mages were boycotting taxes? Especially if she was granted sanctuary by Beau Berrant, the merchant-ambassador of Novigrad.She had comfort, safety, and was the only mage in the town which meant that her services were well paid for. She controlled the market and she couldn’t have had it any better. The last thing she had expected was for a Witcher to stumble into her bed chambers, to require her assistance and fall for the batting of her eyelashes and fall under her charm. She hadn’t expected him to take pity, to want to protect her from an angry djinn determined to grant a final wish so that it could be free. And even less had she expected hat Witcher’s last wish would tie their destinies

together for all of eternity. He had done it without a second thought, hadn’t done it to save himself because he would have survived… but he’d done it to save her after she had deceived him and tried to send him away. There was something more to be seen in Geralt of Rivia...A year spent in Vengerberg with the Witcher changed her outlook on life. For a brief moment in time, she was able to feel as though she could give all of her love without bearing a child. She’d thought for just a moment that her desire to be important to someone, her desire to give all of her love could be fulfilled by a man with white hair and eyes of a cat. She’d believed in him. Had given herself to him in ways she’d never before given herself to anyone. And he’d hurt her. She woke one morning to a letter and flowers on a bedside table… and a cold, empty bed. Her heart hardened and she spent the next four years trying to forget the man, four years hiding herself in magic and beds of those who would never matter. Four years until destiny brought them back together and she let him know how hurt she was. Let him know that he had destroyed a part of her. But she couldn’t resist him, couldn’t deny a reconciliation no matter how short it was. Another six months of trying to make things work before they parted ways with Yennefer believing that that would be it, that he would forget her. Another four years passed and the Lion Cub of Cintra revived her destiny. Yennefer had always wanted a child, had decided that Geralt could not fill the void that her heart held but if she could give all of her love to a child, she would live. She would find meaning. She heard of Gerallt’s child of surprise. Accepted his invitation to teach her, train her, care for her. Yennefer never thought that the little girl would become so dear to her. That she would call her daughter . That the girl would call her mother. But there was something in the child’s emerald eyes that reassured her, confirmed that the child would be tied to her.. with or without Geralt.      CURRENT SITUATION.       Yennefer is a mage for hire, as most sorceresses are. She does not tie herself to any one kingdom, nor does she bend her own morals for a job. If she does not agree with what she’s asked, she will not take the job. She typically travels, staying in one place for months to years at a time before moving on. She maintains political and high society contacts to be sure she is always top of the list of recommended mages for any job. wherver she lands, she maintains a private practice of sorts where clients can arrange appointments with her as needed.

      THINGS TO KNOW.       Mind reader ; mage ; suffers from ptsd ; selective forgetfulness ; actually remembers everything ; queen of sarcasm ; afraid of being forgotten ; wants to be a mother to give love ; has not given up on reversing mage damage   1173       Born - Belleteyn
   1181       Abandoned
   1181       Received at Aretuza
   1190       Attempted Suicide
   1250       The Last Wish
   1263       Battle of Sodden Hill
   1264       Something More
   1267       Tower of the Swallow
   1268       Pocket Dimension

      REGARDING MAGIC.       Yen’s talisman is a choker with a black marigold inlaid with an obsidian star with diamonds. Along with magical properties, Obsidian is a reminder of the strength of fire and diamonds of the beauty of pressure. Yennefer’s magic is drawn from the Earth. There are veins of magic that can be tapped into and Yen is extremely talented and adept in this.specialties » Earth magic ; lightning ; telepathy ; telekinesis ; elixir creation ; chaos control ; elder speech ; runes ; history dislikes » Misogyny ; subservience ; lack of freedom ; reminders of her early life ; forced blindness ; being indebted ; assumptions ; politics personality » Extroverted ; headstrong ; stubborn ; sarcastic ; guarded ; considered cold ; secretly cares too much ; loving ; vengeful

      IF YOU'RE EXPECTING.       some kind of tragic backstory... this is not it.the biggest tragedy of moonbeam’s life was that she was born to parents who were well into their fifties which meant that they were keenly aware of every embarrassing thing she managed to do throughout her entire life. every goddamn thing. it probably didn’t help that her parents ran the local vape shop so everyone knew she was the girl with connections.maybe it would’ve been more of a tragedy if it actually bothered her. but moonbeam? her parents ran a fucking headshop. how cool was that? and they let her test the merchandise? the only tragedy that came out of that was the fact that she eventually had to start working at the shop to pay for whatever she wanted to sample. and even then? it was only tragic when her shift fell in the middle of a grateful dead tribute show.moonbeam was the definition of an oops baby. daisy and rowan noble had done the whole parenting thing twice. had watched both of their kids grow up, embrace normal society, and move on with their lives. they were good with that. they didn’t need more than that. they had succeeded. and according to every medical professional in their lives, they were too old to even worry about an oops baby. But then again… Moonbeam had never been one to follow the beaten path. Not even when she was half egg and half sperm, apparently. Because there was something magical about a night visiting Roswell,new mexico for their anniversary that left them parents for a third time. parents to a little girl who would fully live up to the fact that she was conceived in the alien conspiracy capital of the fucking world.her parents had thought to give the little girl a name that commemorated the cosmic miracle of her birth, but worried that like their first two children she would lean towards conformity, they gave the little girl the most normal middle name they could think of… josie.

moonbeam josie noble. paperwork for pre-k and kindergarten insisted that her name was josie, insisted that they didn’t want their little girl to be embarrassed. but moonbeam? by the time she was in kindergarten, she was correcting anyone who dared call her josie. she was proud of her celestial beginnings.the youngest of three, moonbeam josie noble was finally the child who embraced the life of the hippy, the life that made sense to her parents. not that they weren’t proud of star and atlas, because they were. star was some hot shot lawyer out in seattle, washington and atlas was the chef at his own restaurant. they had plenty to be proud of. but knowing that their youngest was becoming a free spirit like her parents? well, there was a special kind of pride in that.at the age of 18, she found her first bus. her first bus came with the retainer she’d received after submitting the first manuscript of her first novel. she was a big time writer, wasn’t she? she could get the coolest fucking home on wheels money could by. that first bus wasn’t much… a small activity bus converted to a studio apartment parked in her parent’s backyard. but she was proud of it. and it gave her a cute little place to record her music for youtube that probably went a little further than it should have.once that manuscript turned into a book and royalties started coming in, she took to the road. her first bus quickly traded in for her second bus. and her second bus for her third. and eventually she had a cool ass double decker painted while high. home. and somewhere in the middle of it all she ended up with a best selling young adult series about a lost little alien under the pseudonym stella luna.no one knew that the books following the adventures and misadventures of astrid scott were written by a stoner from idaho who traveled the united states in a double decker bus fit for the true queen of the aliens.

      THE BEGINNING.       She would never understand why her mother named her after a demon. Something about trying to take back the name, turn it into one for a strong woman, but Lilly always felt like it was a curse. Growing up with a name like that, there was no way she could ever be a normal girl, it couldn't be possible. But it never stopped amazing her how hard her mother fought to keep her from changing it. They had decided on Lilly as a name for the teachers and her friends when she was nine. Anyone who dared to call her lillith outside of her mom and dad? A mental note was immediately made that they couldn't be trusted.Her childhood had been normal for the most part. As normal as it could be with that kind of name. There was no abuse, no abandoned child, no neglect. She had a family that loved her, parents that nurtured her and encouraged her. Everything was perfect, what any little girl would hope for in a family. But as she got older, it became obvious that there wasn’t something quite right with Lilly. She was prone to outbursts, excitement quickly turning to anger that faded away just as quickly as it had come. Memories of things her parents knew had never happened were discussed over dinner as casually as you’d discuss a homework assignment. And then she started hearing the ghosts.The first time she told her mom about ghosts, they’d been sitting in a restaurant and Lilly pointed to an empty table and talked about the man in blue smiling at her, how he was a nice man. She was thirteen.

There was no convincing her otherwise … there were ghosts. There were beings outside of life and death that existed and if you dared to suggest something else it would send her into a spiral.When she was fifteen, she was dragged kicking and screaming to a psychiatrist. It took session after session of being told she was one thing and then another but the second she opened her mouth about the old lady on the other end of the couch, the psychiatrist had a definite diagnosis. Schizoaffective disorder. Her entire life was turned upside down and her family fought to make sure she had the support she needed.Determined to not become a statistic, Lilly dove into her studies, graduating with a 4.0 gpa from highschool. College was a breeze that opened her up to others with her beliefs. Her first experience with those who didn’t whisper the word crazy was with the paranormal club on campus. Thanks to them, she buried herself in research. It would be the start of the rest of her life.It started as a youtube channel with poorly lit videos, horrible audio, but passion and determination were abundant. It took a decade, but Lilly was able to turn her passion and her ghosts into a television show, a successful youtube channel, and even a merchandise line. She’s dedicated her life to proving that the paranormal exists and that sometimes having a label doesn’t mean the voices around you aren’t real.