#hexintro

BIOGRAPHY

CHILDHOOD

Gabriel grew up in Suffern, NY. It's a small town in upstate NY. When he was around 13 years old he moved to Brooklyn, NY. His family owned a house and an apartment. He would frequently travel back to Suffern for the full moon with his family.

His mother is a Maclachlan. She married a first-born son who would inherit Marinano pack. She never actively denounced her original pack, but favored Marinano pack more due to marriage. Gabriel in turn was/is a part of the Marinano pack.

Nasty politics and fights were common among the elder siblings in the Marinano Pack (regarding Gabriel's father and his aunts/uncles). His father loved Gabriel. However, had a slow growing disdain for Gabe's mother. Mainly because she wasn't part of the original pack and it gave the siblings ammunition to try to claim Alpha. This was the reason Gabriel and his mother would move to Brooklyn, NY.

When Gabriel was 19 years old tragedy struck. His father died fighting for the title of Alpha. One of Gabe's Aunt's assumed the role. In a fit of rage Gabriel denouced his pack and swore he would kill his Aunt and assume his rightful place as Alpha- like his father should've done. In doing so he started a war with his old pack. It caused his mom to go into hiding, as they now wanted her dead, and made Gabriel packless.

GABRIEL'S 20'S

Now that Gabe was a lone wolf. He spent most of his twenties in NYC. He didn't get a college education. Instead, he opted to join the workforce early. He jumped around a lot of entry-level jobs. Most of them made him too irate to continue to work. It didn't help he was grieving and had a lot of pent-up rage.

The only schooling he had ever done was a bartending school that lasted about 2 weeks. The school set him up with jobs and a bogus certification that helped get his foot in the door.

Gabriel is good at his job. He was easy on the eyes and knew how to talk to people. His reflexes made him able to be a flair bartender earning extra tips and gaining a lot of experience, really quickly.

Around the age of 23 he met Sabine. She was a vampire from Louisiana. She was an African Creole. Her father was a slave owner and mother was an educated slave. Sabine's actual age was around 1,000 years old. Gabriel and Sabine hit it off immediately. Despite the obvious differences (regarding species).

MID/LATE 20'S-TO PRESENT DAY

The two were in a serious relationship for 5 years living in New York City.

One day, after returning home from a full moon, Gabriel found his apartment destroyed. The house looked like a crime scene. There was blood everywhere. Anything that could've been destroyed had been. Sabine was nowhere to be found. Gabriel searched for her, for months, sending him into a stupor. Until he had to admit to himself after 6 months she was gone. He had never found a body, a note, or who could've done this. All his searching was in vain.

He believed the Marinano Pack was the one who had killed Sabine (it was the only possible idea).

After a few years, of barely living, Gabriel decided he needed to leave NYC. He moved to Hexmore for a new start.

He applied to be a part of the Machlachlan Pack. Partly to not be a lone wolf anymore, and garner allies for when he decided to take down Marinano Pack. The Alpha or any elders are aware that Gabe is trying to bolster an army.

WANTED CONNECTION!!

Sabine: As it stands Gabriel will assume she's dead. Her name, personality, and backstory can change. I don't like boxing people in on wanted connections. I would prefer her African Creole is kept. This could generate angst and does not have to lead/begin/end with these two as a couple. As long as they keep the past relationship canon I'm content!

Mother: I'll keep her versatile to whatever someone wants her to be. The biggest thing is keeping the backstory the somewhat the same. But there's at least 10+ years from Gabe and her seeing each other so you can be as creative as you want from it.

HEXMORE WAS FOUNDED BY WITCHES, BUT IS NOW HOME TO, CORDELIA MAE  (SANDRA OH). SHE/HER IS a 51 YEAR OLD, WEREWOLF. BORN IN LOS ANGELES, THEY HAVE RESIDED IN HEXMORE FOR TWENTY-FOUR YEARS, WHERE THEY WORK AS OWNER OF NIGHT MANOR BED & BREAKFAST. THEY CONSIDER THEMSELVES TO BE UNAFFILIATED AND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF HAZEL MORA HAS LEFT THEM WONDERING WHAT SHE’S REALLY BEEN HELPING HAZEL WITH THIS WHOLE TIME.

about .

› name: cordelia mae › age: fifty-one › gender: cis woman › pronouns: she/her › sexuality: lesbian › species: werewolf › affiliation: unaffiliated › occupation: owner of night manor bed & breakfast › time in hexmore: 24 years

aesthetics .

flickering neon lights washing the night red ; glistening red blood welling to your lip ; whiskey soaked breaths ; lipstick left on the side of glasses ; moths swarming to street lamps ; an ache at the back of your throat begging you to scream ; soft blossom lips ; smoke swirls in cascading lights ; sharing a bottle of booze on the hood of a rusted car ; a restless youth you long to forget ; a smooth stone still at the bottom of a racing stream ; tracing patterns into fogged bus windows ; give a girl your mouth , she'll want to die for you ; red wine stained lips ; a screaming, wild weight trapped inside you ; a forgotten street to the early hours or morning ; hurt that tastes so sickly sweet ; booze soaked floors sticking to your shoes ; clinking of glass bottles in celebration ; tearing yourself apart just to transform ; bruises on tender skin ;

about .

Moving to Hexmore was never something she’d planned, instead it was an escape. In her late 20s, fleeing from the city she’d known all her life- she had to leave. Had to get out. To anywhere, and it just so happened that Hexmore ended up being that place. A bag packed on the back of her motorcycle, and before long she started working at one of the local bars. Motel room eventually turned into an apartment, and a few days turned into the rest of her life.

At first she was like a fish out of water, so accustomed to the slower pace of the small town but everything that made it feel so foreign was exactly the reason Cordelia fell in love with it in the first place. Hexmore was beautiful, it was a breath of fresh air compared to what she was used to. And the first town on her road trip to nowhere that felt like home.

Head on fire, and one foot in the grave- Cordelia used to be a force to be reckoned with. Even before she knew she was a werewolf, there was this gnawing creature inside her. One that tore at her insides begging to be free. Long before she even knew of supernaturals, she knew of this thing that kept her up at nights and caught in the back of her throat. She’d lash out, she’d rebel, she’d scream until her lungs felt raw and maybe just maybe that ache inside her could settle.

Born and raised in the city, to a hypocritical mother who only seemed to care about fitting in. A mother who’d have her too young, after a drunken night with some big shot band Cordelia never cared to remember the name for- invited her mother backstage after the show. How special she felt. Cordelia never really understood why she decided to keep her, perhaps because she knew that no matter what she would love her unconditionally. That’s what a family does, right? But there was a lot they didn’t know about that man, a lot Cordelia or her mum would never be able to ask him about, but something Cordelia knew she inherited. His beast.

She managed to find herself a part of the wrong crowd back in the city. Bright red lipstick perfect despite the sheen of sweat that would cover her forehead, it’s a constant way of seeing Cordelia, in this perfect state of disarray. Thriving in the chaos. She’s got this stoic exterior, a rock refusing to be unsettled by it all. She can help ground anyone even on the worst of nights. But beneath it all is a deep compassion, and a restlessness that she thought she’d grow out of by now.

Perhaps it was the anger that simmered in the back of her throat, or the way her words seemed to bite against the air. But she’d start sneaking out at night, and making friends with the kind of people who encouraged the worst of her. Even after she had her first transformation under the full moon, there was still something feral in her. Call it teen rebellion, call it something more. But one party led to another, and a new friend led to the next and the crowds only got more and more questionable until one night one of her new friends was offering her a place in their gang.

But even that first transformation brought her a different kind of pain, she didn’t think they were supposed to hurt that much. She didn’t know the way her body would feel like it was tearing apart at the seams, and piecing itself back the next day from shards of what used to be. She both loved it and loathed it. The freedom, the way it felt so natural, that thing she’d been longing for her whole life. Finally set the wolf free. But every time afterwards it was accompanied with a searing pain, like her whole body was bruised and battered. Still she joined.

They called it their pack, but it was something a bit more than that. Local crime by a handful of the local city werewolves- and how exciting Cordelia found it all at first. She was strong, and finally there were these people letting her be herself for the first time in her life. This would be where she met her first long term girlfriend, Ava. Cordelia was enamored with her from the moment they met. They’d start meeting up outside of the club, long rides along the coast, and drinks at local bars, Ava would even start coming to visit Cordelia at work and eventually they started dating.

But what felt like the best thing in the world, ended awfully. Every aspect of her life was a disaster waiting to happen, it’s what happens when you’re attracted to danger in the way Cordelia was. First it was small fights with her girlfriend, but small fights led to larger ones and before long she couldn’t remember a time when Ava wasn’t mad at her for something. And one day Cordelia realised how toxic it all was. This gang, her girlfriend, this life she carved for herself. She couldn’t keep doing it, she couldn’t spend another moment with it all. So she left it all behind.

She liked to think it was the first sign of her getting wiser, the first time in her life where she grew tired of the arguments, of the anger. She stopped at a few towns for a few days, weeks even, until she found her way in Hexmore. And she’d carved a life out of kindness there now. She knew she had to be different, that she had good to offer. She always had.

Once young and fleeing from her old life, she managed to settle in the town. Her body still aches after every transformation, and as the years go on it only becomes more brutal every time. Not that she can bring herself to tell anyone outside of her wife. Not that she ever came to join a pack, not after her last one left such a sour taste in her mouth. Cordelia doesn’t know if she could stomach the hierarchical demands again, and the Hexmore pack always reminded her a little too much of the one she left behind.

She worked at Pete’s Bar for the longest time, before decided she was settling in for good. Purchasing a cabin in rual Hexmore, and after some years renovating she finally opened up the Night Manor Bed & Breakfast. Some days she misses the chaos of a bar, but she's starting to find peace in the quiet life.

HEXMORE WAS FOUNDED BY WITCHES, BUT IS NOW HOME TO, BENJAMIN “BENJI” LAVERICK  (MASON GOODING). HE/HIM IS a 30 YEAR OLD, Witch. BORN IN Hexmore, THEY HAVE RESIDED IN HEXMORE FOR THEIR WHOLE LIFE, WHERE THEY WORK AS a professor at the Academy. THEY CONSIDER THEMSELVES TO BE AFFILIATED WITH the Hexmore Court AND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF HAZEL MORA HAS LEFT THEM REALISING heartbroken.

about .

›  name: benjamin "benji" laverick ›  age: thirty ›  gender: cis man ›  pronouns: he/him ›  sexuality: bisexual ›  species: witch ›  affiliation: hexmore court ›  occupation: history/magical history professor at the academy ›  time in hexmore: his whole life

aesthetics .

champagne coloured nights ; a hunger bellowing in the dark marrow of your bones ; loud music coursing deep into the night ; wood panels lifting, splinters tearing fabric ; charming laughter that makes hearts swoon ; paper cuts from old books ; fireworks lighting up the sky ; a coloured pill on your tongue ; early morning conversations under the warmth of a moon ; red wine shared on park benches ; getting lost to languages in the library ; loosely done button ups exposing a bare chest ; bags under your eyes ; tendrils of cigarette smoke catching glimpses of a somber light ; reading poetry to each other with wine stained lips ; crumpled bed sheets ; pressing fingertips into bruises ;

about .

Benji comes from a large family, with a long line of strength- even a few supreme's in his lineage. While he was born as the second child in the Laverick family, is was just as much a curse as being born the first. You see there’s the family secret that happens to pass whispered lips, that his elder sibling was born from an affair their mother was having for quite some time. Which made Benji the first real Laverick.

He’s always grown up with the town’s eyes on him, watching his every move. His family constantly reminding him of expectations that come with such things as being a Laverick. To be golden, to be graceful with every step, and powerful with every word. The expectation was clear from the day he was born, but Benji would always be the first to shrink responsibility.

He’d learn his texts, and cite from old literature and references like they were a second language to him. Studying for hours on end, when all he wanted to do was play with the other kids in the forest, or at the park. He longed to run his hands through the mud, and feel branches grazing his skin as he climbed trees. Quite often he’d sneak out of private tutoring lessons, or be the first out of bed in the morning just to be dragged back in by the collar trudging mud all through the hardwood floors of their old home. His parents were always eager to remind him at every turn that he was born to be the next supreme- born with this crown upon his head he could never quite shake the weight of. 

Too many things in life would come all too natural to Benji, call it luck, or talent accumulated from all the forced hours of study and training. But he was powerful- more powerful than he’d ever cared to be. Or he ever knew to put to any decent use. More often than not finding the most meaningless ways to make entertainment from his magic, despite how often others insisted what he’d be able to do if he just tried. To him it was all just for a bit of fun. Mischief and pranks, he enjoyed playing tricks and games with his magic, even use it just for the most mundane tasks. It was never a gift, it was just a part of him. The same as breathing, and laughing- Magic never empowered him despite how often he was told it should make him powerful.

It was easy for him to find ways to get what he wanted, perhaps spoilt, or perhaps never asking much from life in the first place. The way his powers came so naturally, and the way things would just get handed to him. He was fortunate like that in a way he’d never understand. 

And as he grew older, and their parents welcomed more children into the world, two younger siblings, and Benji only found more and more excuses to give the responsibility to someone else. Not that it managed to deter his parent’s insistence that it was him who would be one of the next supremes. But like all things forming under pressure, Benji began to act out. Everything would begin to turn to a game. Pushing buttons, and testing limits. He’d teeter and test his family, staying out long after curfew, only to be the first one up in the morning cooking breakfast. He’d find ways to embarrass himself, the family name, and do so with a brimming smile. There was never any real cause behind his rebellion, he was never fighting for anything besides just to enjoy himself. That was the most important thing to Benji.

Coming home late, grazed knees with plasters covering them. When will he grow up? Only the question had been asked ever since he was a child. It always seemed the way growing up inside the Hexmore court.

He always knows how to be the life of any situation, loud laughs filling the air with warmth. The type that tempts to draws people closer, no matter how often they get burnt in his presence. Jokes and harmless pranks, even the ones that would get him sent to detention more often than not. Some think he’s no more than a spoiled rich kid and maybe they’re not far off. But what Benji wouldn’t do to trade it all in just to be no one for a little while.

Hazel and Benji met through the coven, she saw potential in Benji in a way that he always brushed off so flippantly. Over the years despite the age difference they formed a friendship, and to Benji it felt like she was the first person in the coven who didn’t want him to change. She welcomed his jokes, and the spark of life he brought into every situation. He'd be the first to admit she was probably wasting her time hanging with him, and yet despite that the two were still close.

She was even the person who got him the current teaching job at the academy, a somewhat respectable image for him. If she was leading to trying to convince him to be a Supreme, she’s probably one of the few people in this world who could have actually convinced Benji to such a position that he’s spent his whole life resenting the idea of.

NAME: Imani Davis AGE: 39 PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: bisexual FACE CLAIM: DeWanda Wise

PLACE OF BIRTH: Hexmore, USA TIME IN HEXMORE: most of her life OCCUPATION: the director and owner of the hexmoore outdoor theatre NEIGHBOURHOOD: in one of the cabins in stranger's corner

SPECIES: Werewolf AFFILIATION: Machlachlan pack

BULLET POINTS:

tw death/murder

Single child of her parents, Imani grew up as part of the Machlachlan pack all her life. Even as a child she was outgoing and had a flare for the dramatics, somebody who loved to be in the center of attention

She's always had a really close relationship with her parents

She only really lived outside of Hexmore for a few years while she was away in college and she has no desire to ever leave the town

In her early twenties, not long after she graduated from college, her parents were ambushed and kidnapped and held for ransom - Imani did everything she could to pay it and clouded by her worry she never realized the people holding her parents were actually hunters who murdered her parents after the payment happened anyway. In return, she hunted them all down killed them all

She's been working in The Hexmoore Outdoor Theatre since not too long after losing her parents and became its director when she turned 31. The theatre was originally owned by a close family friend - when this family friend passed away about a year ago, Imani was the one who inherited it

She is fiercely loyal to the people she lets close and extremely protective of the members of the Machlachlan pack, but she also has a wall up around herself for everyone else

She has a secret that she hasn't told anyone, though - she is writing very popular supernatural and paranormal books under a pseudonym and has been finding more and more success with each book. She's built up a big number of fans at this point and for them the mystery of the author is just as fun as the books themselves

The only person who's ever figured it out was Hazel - it was all by an accident, the two of them started to get closer and closer recently until they fell into bed with each other and maybe if Imani would have been willing to admit it, she would have realized that she started developing feelings for Hazel, but then Hazel accidentally found her book files and it turned into an argument about responsibility and risk and Imani ended it all in the end

Alden was born in Paris, France and as a young child was an orphan. He never had any family, but was resourceful and charming. He was always able to talk his way in or out of anything. He grew up on the streets and in orphanages before eventually working as an apprentice in a bakers shop. He lived only to put food on his table and he lived only for himself. That was until one day his paths crossed with Mariana Aurelius. Mariana was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing colours that he had never even seen before. He never thought that the woman would address him. At first, she would send her ladies maid to fetch her baked goods. But eventually, she began to visit the bakery herself. Alden had no idea that he was being hunted. That Lady Aurelius had taken an interest in the charming and sharp baker's apprentice. In reality, Mariana found Alden's position in the world amusing and she had already decided that she was going to take Alden as a companion. One night, on the way to light the ovens early in the morning, Alden was attacked by an unknown assailant and left for dead. Decades later, hindsight would tell Alden who this assailant was. But in his naive innocence, Alden viewed Mariana as his saviour, as the woman who gave him a new chance at life. A better life.

In his second chance of life, Alden loved luxury. He loved fashion, science, games, sports. In his young days, he lived for all kinds of adrenaline. He was different to Mariana, he took no pleasure in cruelty, but he took pleasure in making her happy. He truly loved Mariana, although the love was platonic, Alden swears to this day he has never felt a bond stronger then that he shared with his maker in the early days of his new life. The pair travelled the world together, entered high society and were never apart. But Mariana's lust for life was insatiable. She had successfully created one progeny and she wanted more. Of course, not all took to their new life as easily as Alden had. And the once baker's apprentice seemed to spend his afterlife cleaning up Mariana's messes. There have been one or two siblings over the years that Alden has felt fondness for, but that has always been mixed with jealousy and resentment. He couldn't understand why he wasn't enough for Mariana.

That was until he met Lawrence. Lawrence was beautiful. A dancer in the early 20s' in the town of Hexmore, Lawrence was everything that Mariana could never be. Full of life. Kind. Sweet. Alden would visit her club just to see her dance, just to have her smile at him. Alden knew that he could not have what he wanted with Lawrence. But he could imagine it. He could pretend that he would approach the dancer, that he would tell her how he felt, that he could marry her and have children. It was a kind of infatuation that Alden had never known before. And although he had begun to resent Mariana, he began to understand what she craved. He began to understand that he could never give her that. After one final argument and nearly four decades by eachother's side, Alden left his maker's side. He watched Lawrence, befriended her and was by her and her families side when she passed. To this day, Alden watches over her bloodline, ensuring that they don't get into too much mischief.

mmkay so dani was born n raised in pinewood?? was from a p well to do family n she never really struggled for anything. she worked hard in school, got good grades, got along well with everyone !!

but art school…… that was where she rlly shined

in art school, half a country away from her family, dani felt the freedom to rlly be herself n express everything she felt she had to keep locked away in pinewood

her art flourished, she experimented with different mediums n she also realised she’s gay as Heck

her first girlfriend was out n proud while dani was just like…… “this is fuckin sCARY i’ve known who i was since i was 17 n now im different ??? what the heck ???”

her sexuality is somethin she’s still struggling with?? there’s a lot of internalised bullshit goin’ on with her n its been throwing her for a loop since she was like 20 n realised that girls rlly do it for her

after art school n her big Gay Awakening she moved back to pinewood n opened her own tattoo studio called victims of ink, which she still owns till this day

has 6 tattoos, n counting ( currently she has: the outline of a loveheart on her left wrist, an anchor on her right wrist bone, three birds above her heart, a collection of roses on her left hip, a small dragon on her upper neck and a watercolour peice on her ribcage )

for the most part, dani tends to be a fairly chill n relaxed person. she just likes to do her art, focus on her tattoo shop n feed her cat

she’s lowkey the mom friend, likes to make sure her pals r eatin their veggies n gettin enough sleep ya feel ??

still hasn’t come out to any of her family or friends. she’s aware that she like, should n stuff, but there’s a part of her that’s still wondering if it was just a college thing n a phase, n not a real part of her idenity ?? but she’ll get there !!

is also the descendent of the lassen vampire fam, hence the lassen last name !!

connection wise — it’d b cool to have high school friends n flings, people she might have known in art school n not know that they were also from pinewood, chance encounters in new york n then meeting again here, co-workers who she works with at victims of ink, other artists work she’s commissioned for her shop, hook-ups n one night stands n p much !! anything lbr i’m good with all the things ??

so so so oliver, original werewolf. he’s about 1000+ years old or so, give or take a decade or two

aaaaand oliver’s done some shit. seen some shit. he’s lost friends n girlfriends n boyfriends ( he’s been around for a 1000 or so years. of course he’s made out with a dude )

loosing so many people over the years, he’s sort of turned into a different version of himself. when he was younger n still full of life, he was much more open n bubbly n had a real appreciation for all things to do with life n things like that ?? but now he’s much more jaded n closed off

previously, he was a v trusting person but now he trusts p much….. his siblings n maria. maybe one other person for ~variety~

within the whole concpet of the town n the other species….. oli tends to b pro werewolf but he also wants peace above all else. he’s old n he’s tired n he’s bitter n jaded, he just wants some goddamn peice of mind ya know ?? 

tends to sort of be a homebody?? loves to read n listen to old records n when he’s not working tHAT’S most likely what you’ll find him doing ya know ?? ( that or chillin’ with his wife lmao )

is married to maria, who he p much considers to bt he love of his life ?? ( he knows that he’s gonna out live her n all but lmao….. the heart wants what it wants )

in terms of family, he’s p much all in. despite any fights they have or where hey disagree, there isnt anything oli wouldn’t do for his fam ya know ?? need a body buried in the middle of the night ?? call ur big bro. need a place to crash for the week ?? no worries, the couch in his house is all made up

personality wise oli tends to be a grump most of the time ?? like he’s a ‘short n sweet put on your running shoes n get to the goddamn point’ ?? with his siblings tho he tends to be more open n warm u know ?? ( with maria he’s just like, his old self so that’s that lmao )

connection wise — it’d b cool to have those tension ones with other speices or members of the town council ?? also ppl he might have known way back when, whom he had encounters with during his travels n stuff ?? there’s no shortages here with this old grump tbh