𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: Nadia Josephine Morales

nickname(s): Nads, N

age: Twenty-Eight

date of birth: February 1st, 1994

hometown: Hathaway, North Carolina

current location: Hathaway, North Carolina

orientation: Pansexual

religion: Doesn’t associate with any religion, but she is spiritual

occupation: Cashier @ her grandmother’s spiritual shop

living arrangements: Lives in an apartment (roommate wanted!)

language(s) spoken: English & Spanish

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: Khadijah Red Thunder (Chippewa Cree, African-American, & Spanish)

hair color: Brown (occasionally dyes it red)

eye color: Brown

height: 5′9

FAMILY

father: Abraham Miller (estranged)

mother: Caroline Morales (deceased)

grandmother: Sylvia Morales

siblings: would totally be open to siblings or cousins of hers!

PERSONALITY

sun/moon/rising: Aquarius/Libra/Taurus

label: The Bohemian

positive traits: Captivating & Approachable

negative traits: Reckless & Impulsive

HEADCANONS

TW: parental abandonment, parental death, alcoholism, and mentions of recreational drug consumption

For as long as Nadia Josephine Miller could remember, it was that her life was nothing ordinary. With two parents who only got married because they had a child in their teen years to growing up in her grandma’s occult shop, Nadia wasn’t meant for the life of the ordinary and everyone around her knew that. Even as a toddler she always found herself gravitating towards the tarot cards on the bottom shelf of her grandmother’s shop or being suspiciously calm for a young child. Some would say she always had an old soul.

But things only got weirder or maybe, more realistic for a young Nadia. Her parents, Abraham and Caroline, always struggled to raise her. They didn’t want a child, but the two were too selfish to give Nadia to someone who could raise her. Abraham had been spending the summer in town when he had met Caroline. It was just supposed to be a simple romance, but when Caroline found out she was pregnant and had no desire to get rid of the child, Abraham stayed behind and married Caroline. It wasn't an easy marriage, because both realized pretty quickly that they had nothing in common besides their daughter. Nadia had always felt unwanted in both sides, usually seeking refuge with her grandma, Sylvia, who seemed like the only person who looked at her like she wasn't a burden.

When Nadia was eight, Abraham had finally decided to go back to his hometown in Washington. He didn't want to leave Nadia behind, necessarily. Even if he didn't want to be a parent, he still was one, but he had grown selfish. This made things hard on Caroline who was only working as a waitress. So, she packed up and they moved in with Sylvia. This was when Nadia had fully dived deep into the occult. She’d never say she believes in witchcraft or anything magical but something did click for her and with her grandma taking her under her wing, she began to learn little things. How to read palms, how to read tarot cards, and most importantly, how to listen to some good fucking music. As any fortune teller grandma, Sylvia always had a copy of bella donna playing in the store and Nadia took all of Stevie Nicks’ lyrics to heart.

When Nadia graduated high school, she had no idea what to do. Her family never really valued education, only her dad had attended college and he dropped out because of her, so it was never a priority and even if it was, it’d be hard to afford that and Nadia didn't want to add another burden onto her family. Instead, she began picking up shifts at Sylvie’s Shoppe, her grandmother's shop, and making her living that way.

On Nadia’s 21st birthday while she was celebrating in Las Vegas, she received a call that her mother’s liver was failing. Her mom was still so young, but Caroline had developed a drinking problem after her husband left. It was never anything that anyone thought was a huge problem but it turned out that she was better at hiding things than her family thought. Immediately, Nadia rushed home and once she got there, Caroline began recovering. Things were looking up, but it only took less than 48 hours later for Caroline Morales to pass away.

It’s been two years since her mother’s death and Nadia’s now finally getting back into the swing of things and feeling like herself. She learned that life is short, why not spend it doing what you please? Now Nadia really always has her head up in the clouds, reading her favorite books, with the gentle sound of Stevie Nicks playing in the background.