mine, ‎ ‎ all mine.

full name. loretta jean lowe. nickname(s). lolo, rhett, all of which they don't mind. age. twenty9. birthdate. january 21st. gender. non-binary. pronouns. she/her/hers + they/them/theirs. orientation. bisexual, biromantic. species. witch. ethnicity. maōri, chinese, white. hometown. magnolia creek, wa. currently living. magnolia creek, wa, near the outskirts of town in the attic of one of one of their coven members. education level. high school graduate, hoping to go to mortuary school, but has yet to scrape up enough money to do so. religion. initially raised christian, now pagan. spoken language(s). english, very basic latin only for ritual purposes. occupation. full-time antique store clerk and stocker. traits. luminary, abrasive, withdrawn, crass, dedicated, loyal, justice-oriented.

faceclaim. courtney eaton. height. 5ft 11in. eye color. brown. hair color. black. handedness. ambidextrous, but primarily writes with left. piercing(s). multiple ear piercings that they never take out, left ear inspo, right ear inspo. tattoo(s). none yet.

parents. david lowe (unknown status, abandoned), leona lowe née li (unknown status, abandoned), a rolling roster of foster parents. sibling(s). none. significant other(s). none. other family members. violette 'lettie' devaux (cousin). other(s) of note. beatrice dewitte (former mentor, deceased), coven members (adoptive family).

abilities.

death perception: the smell of rot is undeniable. it’s a similar olfactory sensation to how decay smells once it has set in, long after the soul has left and the vacant vessel of someone who once was is now slowly returning to the earth. only, you can still smell it as they still walk this earth, as their heart still beats, and as their lungs fill with air. it’s your form of a ticking time bomb, handle with care. you shoulder this burden of knowledge, knowing that once death has made their mark, their timeline is inescapable, and there are no negotiations for when someone is planned to cross. it smells sweet to you, sickeningly so, curling the edges of your nostrils once a shallow breeze carries even the faintest whiff of such. over-ripened peach, molasses, spoiled milk, grass, and ichor — that’s what it smells like to you. you smell it everywhere these days; grocery stores, gas stations, movie theaters, parks — death follows, and soon will the rot.

osteomancy: a very new ability they’ve only started to learn. unlike their cousin, visions do not come naturally to them, nor does divination. it was with their abilities that loretta decided to seek out a fellow member of the coven who specializes in divination. tarot, mediumship, tea leaves — none of it seemed to work. it was only when bones were in play did it finally feel like a conversation, rather than a struggle to reap answers from something, or someone. at this point in time, it’s still weak, producing vague metaphors that they can’t guarantee to completely have a grasp on, but it is there, and it is being tended to.

─── read the application. / read the skeleton.

extended info.

since they could remember, loretta has been part of the foster system, passed through the same handful of eligible parents since she was twelve. prior to that, they were living within 'group homes for parentless youth,' or whatever the legal jargon was at the time. basically, the modern-day equivalent of an orphanage or boarding home.

their abilities manifested gradually, beginning at the age of fifteen. initially, it was physical, presenting itself as health issues such as constant migraines, upset stomach, and being more injury-prone. they felt attuned to more, sensitive to things they hadn't been prior, noticing signs and coincidences that felt much too routine to actually be coincidence. prayer actually seemed to come true, more so than it did before. but, it didn't take long for them to realize it was more so manifestation, their own power, than leaving their fate to god.

she did not begin practicing until found by the coven at age sixteen. she accidentally stumbled upon one of their rituals, taking place in the late hours of the night on the field of grass next to the town's main cemetery. they were out as escape, trying to find solace after an explosive fight between herself and their foster parents at the time, trying to find some respite. only, she found their forever home instead.

beatrice was the first to officially welcome her into the coven. she'd only hung out with them before, entering her home as nothing more than someone extending open doors to a kid in need, one who needed guidance and training with these newfound abilities on top of the pre-existing need for a stable home.

loss and death no longer became synonymous with beatrice's teaching. part of loretta knew this; all of those who have left have been alive. it was, admittedly, scary at first. being part of a small community, one wrought with the effects of death, the taboo nature of it was peddled to every magnolia creek resident.

only, until it didn't — beatrice's own death, reasons still unknown, kept from loretta by the direction of higher coven members. without answers, they were only bound together by death, grief manifesting into devotion in hopes that their favor within death's eyes would save beatrice's soul from damnation, so that the rot may be gentle upon her.

years of training, marred with blood, sweat, and tears, all of it culminated into a new loretta, something that made everything different down to each synapse — their posture, eyes that were now able to hold a gaze, and a newfound temper that felt relentless, a caged animal now on a rampage, righting the wrongs they have felt.

leading up to halloween, the usual scent of magnolia creek heightened — the rot became more pungent, inescapable to loretta. she didn't know it then, that no one else could smell it but them, not until the coven hurriedly called a meeting following the events of that fateful autumn night. something would be coming, or something is already here — they could only prepare. loretta only knows when it's much too late, when death had already provided its sentence.

headcanons.

it's been years since that halloween night, and loretta has grown into their powers, able to control the side effects provided to them by death perception while practicing osteomancy in order to potentially know before death has already done their bidding.

they are not nearly as volatile, but more so protective, leaning into their darkness under a more dignified, worn-in manner, especially now that they feel protective over their cousin, a newcomer to town.

she takes care of a black cat named lilith, originally a stray that they found in their backyard.