A Couple Muses to Get the Collabs Flowin’

[Chantarelle]

“If all we have is this imagined empty canvas of endless possibility...this potential heaven...then let it be our haven. A place of marriage between two souls desperate to feel something beyond the cruel tedium of real life. If we truly be the masters who dream these dreams then let our innermost desires fuel the adventures we create and the love that we make here, let it all unfold endlessly or for only a brief moment in time but for as long as it breathes let it devour and I will forgive your boldness if you will be so good as to forgive me mine..." ~ Chantarelle

Hola. I’m Chantarelle.

Story and character development are super important to me. I crave complicated characters; the good, the bad, the ugly. Just give me flaws to work with and I will be a happy girl. Give me a good plot, give me a good love/hate relationship and everything that goes along with it; anger, resentment, fights, confusion, passion. I want drama, multiple characters, backstories, mutual collaboration, multi-paragraphs, adult themes. I want complication, psychological torture and emotional upheaval.

Please. 🙃

And now…my girls…

”Either werewolves or brain cells...either way I’m killin’ somethin’ tonight.”

Full name: Leora “Harvey”

Werewolf Hunter

History

Age: 37
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5’5
Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Harvey tends to keep to herself. Not in the "keeps her head down" sort of way but more like in the "she hates pretty much everyone" sort of way. At least that‘s the front she displays. Deep down she just couldn’t bear getting anyone else killed. She can't take much more guilt, you see, though that’s something she'd never admit to. It’s just easier playing the heartless bitch. Problem is, she’s cast herself in the role for so long that it’s hard for her to tell she’s still playing.

History: Leora was always a free spirit; loving, happy, tender. She grew up in Oregon; normal life, loving parents, literal Prom Queen. She met her husband Ahmik through a friend. He was wild, untamed, lived remotely. A hunter, a tracker, he lived off the land and taught her how to do the same. She fell in love with him and his tribe, the Coquille. Leora loved the reservation, she basked in his family’s culture and love and they loved her back just as fiercely. They saw her spirit was good but after Ahmik and their child’s death they witnessed that spirit grow dark and they feared for her.

She doesn't go by Leora anymore.

She found Aegis or rather, they found her after they discovered a few of her reckless kills. She agreed to join them, didn't really have a choice the way she saw it. They say hunters don't live past thirty and she's honestly a little pissed they lied about that. An alcoholic, sometimes she gets drunk and just stares at that little contingency capsule Aegis gave to all their hunters and mulls, flirting with the idea. Her goal in life used to be to find the wolf that broke her heart by killing everything inside of it but rumor has it he's been dead a long time so now she just kills as many as she can pretending each time she does that it's the one that got away.

”The irony is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces."

Full name: Lola "Nadie" Gil

Human

History

Age: 32
Eye Color: Light brown
Hair Color: blonde (mostly)
Height: 5'3
Sexuality: straight (probably)

Personality:
Nadie is a petite, pretty woman and in her natural state free from all contrivances, may resemble to others, spiritless. Those sparkling hazel eyes, upon the dropping of pretense, become instantly dull and her demeanor where mere seconds ago may have appeared convincingly light and energetic, become instantaneously flat and lifeless.

Smiles are extremely rare behind the mask, enthusiasm non-existent and one would not be held accountable for feeling even a bit unnerved by it. Fortunately, a maskless Nadie is not a sight easily perceived let alone displayed, exceedingly more likely one will receive a skillfully customized act tailored to suit her audience.

History: "You see her?"

The boy couldn't really. Not through the blood and dirt caked in his eyes.

"You see her?!"

The mans grip was like iron twisting scalp by long, greasy, tequila-drenched hair owned by one Diego Morales who's broken mouth twisted and spat out pieces of his own teeth. He made many sounds as he choked on his own blood but none resembling syllables either in English or in Spanish.

"Come closer, mija."

The smells of dust and gasoline finally made way for the soft, sweet scent of Queen of the Night. The orchid cactus bloomed only once a year, filling the entire dessert with its perfume. It wasn't poisonous, just beautiful. Like her. Or so Diego once thought.

Blinking through the crimson fuzziness of his vision he finally saw her. The beckoned haunting figure of a woman (or what resembled one) got down real close, even lying on the dirty desert floor to get on the boys level where his temple dug into a large rock half buried in the sand. Big doe eyes dead and unnerving. Vacant. Expressionless. Had they always been that way?

"You see her now, chico?"

Diego's "si" came out deformed thanks to his lack of incisors but unfortunately he was understood well enough by the man Pascual who promptly slit the boys throat with his navaja. Only then did Lola's eyes flicker alive if only for a moment.

"Engañar. No hay nadie ahí."

"Fool. There's no one there."

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Maybe she could have been somebody a long time ago. But now? Ella es Nadie. (She is nobody.) Except of course to Pascual. To him she is his vengeance, his vessel in which he pours all of his spite and vindictiveness. She is completely human, completely innocent and completely broken. Her only crime was being born to a woman who shattered and blackened the once Supreme’s heart, turning him away from the sacred path and towards the dark...a road to be covered with bodies...starting first with the bitch who'd betrayed him, Lola's mother.

In his keep, Lola Gil became Pascual’s doll. Kept under the influence of some very potent blood magic, Nadie was used. She effectively became Pascual's kin and eventually Pascual's lover. A brainwashed puppet and perpetual victim, she did what she was told and she baited who she was told to bait until the night Diego Morales was killed and for the first time she felt something new, something she hadn't been told to feel and it scared her...

years later....

Seattle.

”There’s an old southern sayin’: if your worried ‘bout your weight, clothes, or agin’, you don’t have any real problems.”

Full name: Sue Ellen “Swell” Thatcher

Damaged southern belle

History

Age: 30
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: 5’4
Sexuality: Straight
Distinguishing Marks: Appendectomy scar and a couple of snake bites marks she got as a kid back in ‘Bama

Personality: While her mama always liked to tell everybody who’d listen that her “baby girl” was sweeter than pecan pie and as innocent as a “naked-chubby-cherub”, Swell had always found herself in stark but silent disagreement with her. She never wanted to disappoint her mama but truth was the girl had a devilish side to her that started kickin’ up around the teenage years with drugs and sex and all that came with it. Her mama, despite being wrong about the innocence part was right when with the sweet part because sweet was seemed to be a trait impressed upon her very soul that’s she’s carried with her practically since birth. Though definitely not innocent she is honest and extremely easy going. Her brother once noticed rather rudely that “you could use her back as a bridge and she’d barely protest.” So yeah, she’s got some flaws. Along with having the tendency of being a doormat in relationships she can be gullible, not in a stupid way but more in a ‘it’s hard for her to detect sarcasm and she thinks everybody’s her friend’ kinda way. Other qualities that describe her would be generous, loving, affectionate, optimistic, adaptable (extremely), thankful, insecure (mainly about her intelligence), shy at times but mostly gregarious and endearing. She’d do anything for a friend or to make one and if she hurts your feelings she’s quick to apologize on account of she’s quite susceptible to feeling guilt which she carries around like a handbag permanently stitched to her arm. She hates when people are mad at her or don’t like her or when people don’t get along in general so she tries to be super nice to everyone.

Bio: Born in Birmingham, Alabama, the “Magic City” like Swell herself has had its moments of controversy over the years.  Home life was lovely and made up of a big brother, a mama and a daddy, big family suppers, lots of laughter and lots of hugs. The trailer park she grew up in wasn’t all that bad, there was actually a nice feeling of community and a bit of a ‘we’re all in this together’ kind of silent bond even with the tweakers, though never with the wife beaters or child abusers that would occasionally move in but would never stay long. Outside the trailer park, in town and particularly in school is where the world was different on account of people could be real mean to “trailer trash” so friends and people liking her became very important. She started hanging out with a girl named Kristen Claxton in high school and they quickly became best friends.

Now, Kristen had this brother everyone called Kubby and Kubby was a senior who took a quick shine to Swell almost immediately. He made her feel pretty. He used to compliment her all the time and pick flowers for her to catch her attention and make her feel special. But once he had her to the point of kissin’ and huggin’ and feelin’ comfortable is when he started planting seeds in her mind that he watered every chance he could get until one day like magic he made her believe it was her idea to sell her body for some money they could use to leave Birmin’ham and start a new life together far away. Well, Kubby agreed whole heartedly to “her” plan and “surprisingly” already had in mind who her first customer could be, an old man who went be the name Big Easy who lived in an actual house near the river. So money exchanged hands and the thing was set up but on the day of Swell had a vicious panic attack and refused to go through with the deal which sent Kubby into a rage. When her daddy inevitably saw the scrapes and bruises and found out who had hurt her so bad that’s when he found Kubby and likewise hurt him too but even worse. Kubby never told anyone who beat him up and sent him to the ER that night and Swell kept that secret too along with the Big Easy one she was already keeping. She also stopped going over to Kristen’s place from that day forward. Everything got back to normal eventually but for Kubby it was just time spent fixating and festering until one day he snapped.

It was Swell’s sixteenth birthday, the whole family and all the neighbors were outside having a big barbecue when Kubby come up around the side of the trailer with his double barrel and shot Swell’s daddy in the face. That day and it’s aftermath...is not something Swell likes to think about.