Name: Estrid Eleanor Pike Occupation: Restaurant Critic and Food Blogger Age:Â 26 Sexuality: Pansexual Species: Witch Coven:Â Phial Hometown: Branson, Missouri Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Adventurous, Curious, Sarcastic, Impulsive, Honest, Paranoid
Bio:
TW: Explosion, death, grief
Estrid Pikeâs earliest memories consist of food, family, and magic. Running a small restaurant in a small town of the Ozarkâs had always allowed the Pike family a certain amount of forgiveness when it came to their unconventional cooking choices and techniques but to Estrid this was nothing special. For it was normal that more often than not the soup of the day or the seasonal specials had more to them than just local flavours. Life with her parents and older brothers was happy, if a little unconventional until she reached high school.
They were all expected to help out with the family business, something Estrid never minded, she always knew it would be a good night when she went to bed with the smell of sage still in her hair. Things changed little when she started bringing a certain someone around the restaurant, her brothers certainly gave her enough appraising stares but this just felt like the next step to Estrid. Cooking was her love language and sharing it with the person she was growing closest to felt as natural as baking a good luck pie.
It wasnât till after the explosion that Estrid realized how literally a life could be blown to shreds. She had been in the kitchen with her brother trying to add a new layer of spellwork into a recipe she had otherwise tried a 100 times before. It had been so quiet before she felt everything break. She could barely remember her brother carrying her from the building before she was woken by paramedics and told her parents and eldest brother were dead, her other brother missing.
The next several years had been a haze. She left Branson behind after the accident, not evening attempting to rebuild the shell of a life she mightâve been able to piece together in the aftermath. Instead, 6 years later, she found herself, diploma in hand staring out into a crowd with no direction to go. So after stumbling into a diner with people she barely knew the names of Estrid remembered food and applied to journalism school.
4 years later she is managing a successful travel food blog and writes as a freelance food critic for several magazine. Itâs a life, one slightly more hollow than the one that was ripped apart, but a life nonetheless.
Headcanons:
Estrid has not cooked since the explosion in her family's restaurant. While she still does spell work, and when she was young she was incredibly talented at food based magic, her experience keeps her away from the kitchen
She constantly has her nose in a book, while she sometimes uses a book or a phone as a cover for notetaking, when she is not eating she often can be found reading romance or a mystery book.
She went to college in Canada and graduate school in the UK, as well as studying abroad in South America and traveling in-between. These experiences are what led to her starting her travel food blog.
She has a Mineral blue Kia Niro named Vicci.
Connections:
The Other Pike: The last remaining members of what was once a big happy family, Estrid and her brother havenât seen each other since the explosion that blew their life to shreds. With so many unanswered questions about that afternoon, one of the only ones Estrid will let herself think about is where did her second oldest brother go?
