Stormie

Big fan of Horror

5'8" tall

strong sense of justice/desire to protect others (it's a bit muffled later in life due to burn-out)

No special powers

Impaired mobility (sometimes has to use a cane)

Dislikes her real name

TFC verse - would get along well with Doctor, they share similar interests although she leans more towards psychology

TFC verse - immune to Harlequin unless he got personal with the compliments, though would probably tell dirty jokes with him

TFC verse - DEFINITELY stood up for Pierrot and thinks he's kinda cute, but would feel very conflicted about it if she learned the true nature of the circus (reminds her of the past). She'll have to get involved pretty deeply for the cognitive dissonance to kick in

Lusine

Prefers romance over horror

5'0" tall (same as Sinner Form)

Soft-spoken and timid

Vegetarian (will eat eggs and fish sometimes)

weather and illusion based powers

heavily isolated physically and socially when growing up, didn't have any strong connections to anyone

Cares a lot more about her self-preservation

Hearing is impaired compared to other monsters

Has no interest in science or scientists

TFC verse - fears Doctor at first just because of the way he talks, the only interest they'd share is plants

TFC verse - easily seduced by Harlequin (or anyone really, she lacks self-esteem)

TFC verse - It's a gamble if she'd stand up for Pierrot or anybody since she's trying to avoid being found and captured again, but might risk it if she could sense that he wasn't human somehow (she's only ever been around other humans, doesn't know that monsters/fae/cryptids actually exist)

Her father hadn’t come home that night. After her grandfather fell asleep, the toddler climbed out of her crib and snuck out of the house to the shed in the back yard, picking the lock, and stepped onto the teleporter that led to his work.

Jess recently discovered Heathers the musical and now listens to the soundtrack quite a lot. She has a lot of her sort of friends from her time in suicide watch’s numbers and she’s encouraged the ones who she’ll think will be okay with watching it to watch it or listen to the soundtrack. She likes the musical since there are songs from more or less every mood of hers and she enjoys belting out the sadder songs in the shower.

I wish your mum had been a little stronger,

I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.

I wish your dad were good,

i wish grownups understood.

I wish we’d met before they’d convinced you life was war

She’d requested 1 week away from school and from practice to go home, once she’d told Wymack it was so she could see her newborn baby sister he’d let her go. She’d hopped onto a plane that night and had met her father at the airport, a excited look in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in years. He answered question after question, laughing at how many she seemed to have. Her mother was waiting at the front door and she was surprised but delighted to see her daughter jump out of the car and bolt over, giving her a tight hug.

Her mother was surprised that Jess’s first questions had been about her and how she was, concern in her eldest eyes.

“I know you had health problems after having me so I wanna make sure your okay. . .You should be resting!” Jess said eyes going wide and both her parents laughed at her both her mother pulled her into a tight hug, Jess returning it.

“I’m perfectly okay darling, I’ve been resting most of the day. Just been making you some food since you don’t eat on planes” She said and Jess blushed, looking sheepish which caused her mother to laugh before she got her husband and daughter inside

“I can continue dinner love, our little bird here has been asking non-stop questions about her sister since I picked her up from the airport. Go and introduce them” Her father said and her mother smiled before leading Jess to her baby sister’s room, the door was open and Theo was fast asleep in her crib. Jess paused at the door and gazed at her little sister, her mother watching her face carefully before relaxing at the ‘oh I love her’ look that appeared in her daughter’s eyes.

It had been the same look Jess’s father had gotten the first time he’d seen Theo.

Jess felt her mother squeeze her arm gently before heading into the question while Jess silently heading into Theo’s room, pausing by her bed and looking down at the sleeping baby.

“Hello there” she whispered, her heart bursting with love for the little one “Thank you for not causing our Ma any problems Theo, you gotta be the good child okay?”

The baby stirred at Jess’s words, slowly waking up and opening her eyes. Jess smiled spotting that she’d gotten the family norm of blue eyes, she slowly picked her sister up before she could start crying and started to coo softly. Starting to walk around the room, when Theo looked like she was about to start crying Jess started to sing

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart I’m dedicating every day to you Domestic life was never quite my style When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart

Hamilton was something she knew Theo was going to grow up on since both of their parents were theatre nerds and loved Hamilton, Theodosia was the inspiration for Theo’s name after all.

“I’ll do whatever it takes

I’ll make a million mistakes

I’ll make the world safe and sound for you

You will come of age with our young nation

We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you” Jess sang softly giving her little sister a small smile as she gazed up at her, the singing seemed to have worked so she stopped. She wasn’t completely trained but she had had lessons before she’d gotten admitted. “Come on Theo, lets go and see Mum and Dad yeah?”

She made a silly face to make Theo laugh and she smiled as it worked, she shifted her little sister and carried her into the kitchen. Giving her parents an apologetic look as Theo played with her hair

“I woke her, I’m sorry” she apologised, looking down at Theo as she gave a particularly hard tug, her tone teasing as she spoke to her sister “Oh I’m sorry little princess. Was I not paying you enough attention?”

“It’s alright sweetheart” Her mother said trying not to smile before she laughed as Jess started making silly faced at Theo who looked delighted

“I was expecting her to scream when she saw me looking over her” Jess said before playing booping her sister’s nose

“Babies know who are family, we learned that with you” Her father said and she glanced at him, looking amazed before she looked back at her sister

“You little Theo are amazing, I think she might also need a diaper change” she said laughing and her mother laughed along with her

@rageismypower

Jess closed her eyes, silently groaning as her history teacher read out the partners for the group assignment they’d been assigned. Of course she had gotten put with someone she had barely spoken to and of course, her history teacher was the one teacher that didn’t let her have extra time because of her Exy practice so she was going to be swamped for the next few weeks. Fucking delightful. She let out a sigh as the teacher made a ‘and go’ motion with her hand. 

She ended up kicking her bag under the seat so her partner had some leg room, gesturing for him to sit down when he came over. She silently set up her laptop as her partner sat down in his new seating spot that he’d have until the assignment was done. 

If you asked her what happened, she’d simply shrug and the normal excuses that had been programmed into her brain would fall out

She was 8 and hadn’t known better

She had been so scared

He’d attacked her

He’d tried to rape her

Anything that would put the blame onto her uncle and keep off her. If you dug a little keeper, asked her about it when she was comfortable she’d admit the truth

I hated his guts

Just wanted him dead

No one else was going to do it

He didn’t suspect a thing

He hurt my family with every word he said

Every sound he made was like nails on a chalk board

Get past that and ask her what happened after she’d admit she didn’t remember much. Lots of sleeping, lots of sleeping pills to make sure she fell so deep the nightmares wouldn’t wake her up screaming, going to the suicide watch ward after her parents had found her scratching at her arms, staring at the spot where his body had slid down the cupboards leaving a blood smear mark.

Only thing she’d admit to remembering with a fond smile was the skyped called birthdays, never her own but always her siblings. One of the only times she felt happy. After coming back into the world when she was 15, she’d turned loud, bold and defensive. She’d drop a ‘and I’m still like it today’ joke but if you saw past that. Asked what it had been like, she’d lean forwards and look at you unflinching.

“Powerful.” She’d tell you, a glint in her eye that people only saw when she drew a knife on them. “He didn’t suspect it, just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, asked him if he wanted to hear a secret. The idiot bent down, hand went to his shoulder before stab.”

She’d tell you that she whispered ‘have a wonderful time in the fields of punishment’ as he looked at her in horror, eyes getting more and more lifeless. She’d tell you she shoved him, a loud bang sounding as his body hit the cupboards. She’d been able to watch, bloody knife in hand as the life faded from his eyes. She’d then admit the rest was blurry. She’d heard her aunt scream as she ran to her husband’s side. Remember being called a monster as her father guided her away from the screaming woman, as he took the knife out of her hand.

“The party ended early” she’d say in a sad tone, leaning back into her seat. She’d tell you that her mum changed her clothes and coddled her for the rest of the day and most of the night, getting overprotective when the police started blaming her. She’d tell you she still remembered the look of fury on her father’s face as he spat out ‘how dare you?!’s at the police. Insisting his daughter was innocent.

She’d say ‘and the last thing I remember was turning on the water works’

She’d shrug and say ‘obviously worked too since I wasn’t given a trial, put it down as self-defense and that was that’