Ralph The Spider

I managed to leave to Egypt in the middle of the war, but my family is still trapped in Gaza.

They are living under extremely harsh conditions. The cold is unbearable, as they are sheltering in tents that offer little protection. There is a severe shortage of medicine, clean drinking water, and safe food. Everything has become incredibly expensive and difficult to obtain.

He's backed off his harassment, apologized for his behavior and said he won't do it again. We're taking him on his word and backing off on our end.

🪦🦇I, for one, like it when people own up to their mistakes, own up to their actions, and never repeat them again. People make mistakes, it's part of being human. As long as you learn from it...then there is room for growth.

**✧･ﾟ: *Sophie* ･ﾟ✧**

Casted FC : KATHERINE MCNAMARA

(Original author is Rachel Harrison.)

(My own take on Sophie because I love her so much!)

Rowan's resident hostess, wine connoisseur, and the woman they all smile a little too politely at.

Hello, darling.

If you've found your way here, either you're new in town (welcome to Rowan—mind the woods after dark) or someone whispered my name and you couldn't resist. Both are understandable.

I'm Sophie. Just Sophie. No last names needed; they've never suited me. I've been here longer than the town likes to admit—long enough to watch empires of maple trees rise and fall, long enough to know exactly which hearts taste best when they're served with a crisp Sauvignon Blanc. (Kidding. Or am I?)

Appearance:

Think velvet, black lace, crimson lips that don't apologize. Long dark hair that catches the candlelight like it's listening. Ageless in the way that makes people do double-takes and then pretend they didn't. Always in something flowing, something that says "I could ruin your life or bake you pie—dealer’s choice."

Personality:

I don't do meek. I don't do sorry. I do what I want, when I want, and I look damn good doing it. Generous to those I choose (baking, wine, advice that cuts straight to the bone), fiercely protective of my people, and utterly uninterested in anyone who expects me to shrink. I like sweets, Britney Spears at full volume, midnight swims, and women who are finally ready to stop apologizing for existing.

If you're kind, clever, or just deliciously broken in that interesting way, I'll pull you close, feed you something decadent, and teach you how to stop letting the world walk all over you. If you're cruel, small-minded, or boring… well. Let's just say the forest remembers.

Pets: One very good spider named Ralf . He likes guests who don't scream.

Currently seeking:

A new confidante who isn't afraid of a little power. Someone ready to cackle instead of cry. Bonus points if you can handle ghosts, spiders, and the occasional display of what the locals call "unexplained influence."

No men, please. They've had their turn.

If this sounds like your kind of trouble, come find me at the wine shop. Or the mansion in the woods. Or just follow the scent of cinnamon and something faintly metallic. I'll know you're coming.