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Kitty Rose. What a stupid name. Not that Bunny is jealous. Obviously. She is not threatened by some girl having a small animal nickname too, because Bunny....well...Bunny is soft and quick and expensive to keep alive. It makes sense. Bunny is cute. And Kitty Rose just sounds like an eighty year old aristocrat who owns a damp house in Gloucestershire and says things like my dear boy before ruining dinner. Except this Kitty Rose is twenty something and pretty enough to be annoying about it. So Bunny has started calling her Catty. On principle. Always like it slips out by accident. It's worth it for the faces.
Anyway.
She cannot quite help peeling herself away from the party. She's several drinks deep, has already made out with Felix in a way that felt more like a public service announcement, and has spilled half a flute of champagne down the back of someone's dress without the woman noticing. A successful evening, by most reasonable standards. But now Bunny wants to know more about Kat Flower. Kitty Rose. Whatever. She thinks she is doing rather well, actually, gliding unnoticed into a quiet room off the hall, until the thick fur of the bear rug catches under her heel and sends her falling with absolutely no dignity at all. She windmills once, magnificently, and only just misses cracking her face against a cupboard.
A cupboard. Well, it would be rude not to. Bunny gets it open fast, already rifling through the shelves before she has any real idea what she is looking for. Papers. Little boxes. A stack of magazines. A book with a cracked spine. Something that might be incriminating if her eyes would stop doing that soft, swimmy thing at the edges. Then her sister's voice... it makes Bunny jolt so violently, she whacks the back of her head on the corner of the cupboard. "Ow!" she hisses, leaning out to glare at Madisyn with one hand pressed to her skull. "Christ, Madi, I hate when you do Mum's voice."
She's half expecting a lecture until she follows her sister's glance back to the party and catches that tiny shift in her face. Oh, there it is. The part of Madi that still, despite everything, can be talked into terrible ideas. Bunny feels the grin pull across her mouth before she can stop it and a giggle escapes as soon as Madi gives in. "I have it on good authority that Kitty might be an alcoholic." she announces, giving her sister a smug nod. Never mind that her own words are starting to slur but this isn't about her. This is about Kitty Rose, whose name alone deserves an investigation. Bunny snorts the second Madi mentions how ghastly it is, but when her sister says the word folds, something unpleasant crawls down her spine.
"Urgh." she fake gags, though it comes dangerously close to becoming real, mostly because the room has begun making slow, unnecessary spins around her. "Please don't. Who the hell calls a child Kitty Rose?" she tosses her hair over her shoulder, which would look more imperious if she were not still kneeling on the floor with one hand inside a stranger's cupboard. "Me and Felix have talked about this." she says, already digging again. "We'd want Swedish names. They're way cuter, right? Oskar has little Lukas, so we might do something with F's. Or Felix's middle name. Kristoffer." she keeps rambling as she pulls things out one by one and passes them over to Madisyn without looking, like her sister is simply there to assist. Which, honestly, she sort of is.
truthfully, madi knows this would be very difficult to talk her way out of. not impossible, though. it's never impossible. she's talked her way out of worse with less champagne in her bloodstream. but if anyone comes through that door, there are not many elegant explanations for why she and her sister are elbow deep in a cupboard like raccoons in silk dresses. still. madi likes to think she would find something.
her eyes flick to bunny as her sister mutters something about kitty's apparent drinking problem, and a quick, mean little laugh escapes before madi can dress it up as anything else. "i don't think you have any room to judge addictions, isabella." she whispers, the scold softened by amusement. without thinking, madi tosses her hair over one shoulder at the exact same time bunny does. the movement is so perfectly synchronized it should probably embarrass them both. it does not. instead, madi's attention shifts to the collection of things bunny passes over. loose papers, old magazines, receipts, some box with velvet lining.
"she isn't called kitty rose, darling. she's kather-" madi stops, because bunny has just said something so profoundly deranged that for a moment every little noise in the room seems to sharpen. a child. a child? with felix? "oh my god..." madi says, freezing with one hand hovering near her mouth. her eyes go wide and her voice dips, quiet and grave. "are you pregnant?" she doesn't even wait for bunny to answer. of course she doesn't. waiting would imply a level of emotional regulation nobody in this family has ever successfully demonstrated. "bunny, please tell me you're not pregnant."
the cupboard is immediately abandoned. "this is far too soon to even be talking about children." madi says, sharper now, frowning at her sister with the full force of eldest daughter horror. "bloody hell, bunny just because you and felix seem to be on your own timeline doesn't mean realistic ones have stopped existing." she looks her sister over as if pregnancy might announce itself then and there. "christ, can't you at least wait until the wedding decides whether it's actually going ahead?"
it is not her finest line of reasoning. she knows that. somewhere in the world, a calmer and more emotionally mature sister might say something about love, readiness, stability, choice. madi can only reach for the weapon most likely to work. bunny's vanity. "you'd be in an absolutely horrendous mood if you had a bump in your wedding dress."
this sort of thing is a little beneath her, madisyn thinks. which is not the kindest thought she has ever had, but it is honest, and honesty has to count for something when she has spent the better part of her adult life professionally lying to people about how delighted she is to see them. parties full of models and fashion designers stopped impressing her years ago. maybe they never really had. after the third champagne tower, fifth faux intimate cheek kiss, and seventeenth person describing themselves as a creative, the glamour starts to look rather like admin but with better cheekbones.
still, madisyn has done a little digging. kitty rose, as it turns out, is not really kitty rose at all. she is katherine beecham, cousin to a rather influential belgravia family with more money than tact and at least two men in parliament. apparently katherine prefers a name made up of two euphemisms. and honestly, madisyn can respect reinvention. she can also attend a party for professional reasons and drink too much champagne for personal ones. women contain multitudes. and, naturally, bunny is here.
madisyn spots her little sister just as she half topples around a corner in those absurd heels, disappearing into one of the quieter rooms far from the rest of the party. she would judge the level of tipsy on display, except the room has taken on a rather charming tilt around madisyn herself, so morally speaking, she has no ground to stand on. literally, perhaps, if the floor keeps moving. she follows, as any responsible older sister would. quietly. carefully. and by the time madisyn reaches the doorway, bunny is already splattered across a bear rug, rummaging through a cupboard with the grace of a baby deer.
"now what do we have here?" madisyn says as she leans against the frame, sounding dangerously close to genevieve westwood. smooth, amused, never quite judgmental, but sharp enough to cut through the nonsense. "you just can't help yourself, can you?" she adds with a quick laugh. "if someone has a secret, you're going into every cupboard to find it. literally." she rolls her eyes, full of older sister disapproval. then she glances over her shoulder to the party. then back to bunny. and then, with very little dignity and no hesitation, madi slips into the room and shuts the door behind her. "come on." she says, scurrying closer. "let's see what kitty rose folds keeps hidden away." she snorts because, honestly, what a stupid name.
Madisyn Westwood is the twin sister of Sebastian Westwood and the older sister of Isabella. Though she grew up primarily in New York City, she still considers herself British and often gravitates back toward Europe, especially London, where she remains close to the Sinclair side of her family.
Five years ago, Madisyn’s father, David Westwood, died by suicide shortly before a major scandal broke involving tax evasion and multiple affairs. His death fractured the family and left Madisyn with a grief she has never fully managed to reconcile. At the time, her own relationship suffered under the weight of it, eventually ending as she poured herself into Westwood Group and helping her family recover.
Now Director of Events & Partnerships, Madisyn handles high profile events, brand relationships, launches, private dinners, charity functions, and the social polish attached to the Westwood name. She is good at making chaos look effortless, but that has become part of the problem. When everything goes well, it is treated as expected. When one thing slips, everyone suddenly notices.
Madisyn is proud of Westwood Group, but the passion has faded into pressure, expectation, and a constant fear of failure. She loves Sebastian and Bunny deeply, but can resent the leeway they seem to receive. Sebastian with his avoidance, Bunny with her chaos, while Madisyn feels expected to hold herself together no matter what.
On the surface, she is composed, controlled, polished, and difficult to unsettle. Beneath that, she is far more emotionally volatile than she allows people to see. She can keep everything contained for a long time, until something suddenly slips.
Madisyn is still shaped by her father’s death in ways she rarely articulates. She keeps people at arm’s length, keeps things light, and often avoids emotional honesty by turning everything into work, wit, or another carefully managed distraction.
Her self-destruction is not loud. It is subtle, indulgent, and often disguised as spontaneity, similarly to Bunny. She walks a thin line between influence and vulnerability. Madisyn can lead others astray just as easily as she can be led, especially when Bunny is involved. Together, they can become charming, reckless, and far more troublesome than either would admit.
Fickle, detached, and hard to pin down, Madisyn often makes herself difficult to reach on purpose. Sometimes it is control. Sometimes it is avoidance. Sometimes it is because she is about a millisecond away from exploding.
Sadder than she lets on, and perhaps always has been, Madisyn has built an entire life around seeming fine. The problem is that everyone believed her.
"should've kept your mouth shut." is typically great advice. just a shame it never actually works with any of the joneses. jj included, obviously. he's not exactly built for shutting up, so what starts as some idiot in a truck cutting him off turns into him leaning out the window, running his mouth like that's ever made anything better. shouting, swearing, the whole thing. and then, because he didn't bother looking properly, there's more than one of those assholes in the truck. it goes to shit pretty quick after that. not even in a dramatic way. just messy, stupid. center hill written all over it, like none of them even know what a proper fight is. fits getting caught wrong, stumbling and shoving and jj realizing halfway through that he's outnumbered and still not backing off, which is…a choice. a bad one, turns out.
by the end of it he's got cuts, bruises, a couple gashes across his face that are already starting to sting now the adrenaline's wearing off. it looks worse than it felt at the time, which is saying something. but he doesn't mention any of it when he walks into the autobody shop. not even a hint. jackson jones just acts like this is how his face normally looks. like he didn't just get his shit rocked ten minutes ago. maybe his sister won't notice. (yeah, that makes sense. tammie is suddenly blind and also not-nosey)
"that chevy been dropped off yet so we can get a start on it?" he says, easy and to the point. "that's a big job. was thinkin' about it earlier. think dad's gonna have to clear up some space so we can get her hoisted up, get a proper look under her." he adds, already grabbing his toolkit and not letting tammie get a proper look at his face for even a second. @hxckedvxid
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hey look, there’s Carina Araya, a 36 year old SAHM from Atlanta GA, somehow managing to be nurturing, protective, and helpful while also being bossy, intense, and a little too direct for their own good.
New mom to Tobias from a casual relationship with Santiago after he was released from jail
Reluctant to be too involved in Alvarez's lives because of Santiago's criminal history
Community and family driven but also fiercely independent
Not used to not working, feels a little restles
For plot purposes gonna say her family is huge so Toby is always somewhere LOL
hey look, there’s Jackson Jones, a 35 year old mechanic from Atlanta GA, somehow managing to be loyal, family-orientated, and easygoing while also being impulsive, argumentative and a little too opinionated for their own good.
Long-Term relationship with Chrissy, but still hasn't popped the question despite living together and having 3 year old twins. A girl named Elsie and a boy named Jesse.
Mechanic at Jones Autobody
Just as hot-headed, if not worse, than Tammie. Can be purposefully difficult and prone to some fights, but also the most chilled person you'll ever meet.
hey look, there’s Alectrona Vaisman, a 23 year old bartender from Atlanta GA, somehow managing to be loyal, driven and protective while also being snappy, distant and a little too combative for their own good.
helps her mom at the bar but takes on other odd jobs around center hill for extra money
has issues with stealing and has narrowly avoided jail but it quietly gets out of hand
General Vibe:
Zizi is difficult, impatient, and used to getting her own way. She doesn’t tolerate not understanding something and will push past people, rules, or common sense to figure it out. She assumes she can handle situations herself and often acts on that before thinking through the consequences. Being placed in a situation she cannot control has left her visibly unsettled, even if she tries to mask it with the same stubborn attitude.
Current Position:
At Asphodel after being identified as the common factor across multiple violent supernatural incidents. She was taken in following a public event where several people were injured by unseen forces moments after she reacted to something no one else could see. She is being kept there under observation while Asphodel determines whether she is the cause, the target, or both.
Background:
Zizi had no prior awareness of the supernatural.
It began with brief, inconsistent glimpses of the same figure at the edge of her vision. She dismissed it as nothing. The figure continued to appear in different locations, always fixed to a specific point in the space before disappearing.
After that, she began experiencing physical symptoms when it appeared, including headaches, pressure in her head, and short lapses where she stopped responding.
The situation escalated when the first incident occurred. Zizi saw the presence standing beside a table. Seconds later, a glass bottle lifted and was thrown across the room with enough force to strike someone.
Similar incidents followed in different locations:
she saw the presence near a wall, and a mounted fixture tore loose and dropped directly beneath it
she saw it in open space, and something unseen struck a person hard enough to knock them to the ground
In every case, the sequence was the same. Zizi saw the presence in a specific spot, and something violent happened in that exact location immediately after.
People nearby were also affected during these events, experiencing headaches, disorientation, and in some cases nosebleeds. No one else could see what caused any of it.
The incidents continued to occur in different locations, but Zizi was present every time. Over time, the frequency and severity increased.
The situation escalated further during a public incident on a crowded subway. Zizi reacted to the presence, and moments later the train derailed, leaving several people seriously injured.
Zizi was identified as the only consistent factor across multiple violent events and Asphodel located her, intervened, and brought her in for containment and observation.
Beliefs / Perspective:
The presence appears before every incident
The events are not random and are tied to her presence
The situation is getting worse over time
Asphodel is withholding information about what is happening
She is trying to understand what the presence is and whether it is following her, attached to her, or being drawn to her.
Notes:
Newly developed the Sight
Sees the same presence repeatedly across different locations
Violent events occur immediately after its appearance
Other people are affected physically, but cannot see the cause
Incidents increase in frequency and severity over time
Asphodel is treating her as a potential source of the problem, not just a witness
General Vibe: Loud, intense, and hard to deal with. JJ doesn’t hold back — if he thinks something’s wrong, he’ll say it, push it, and keep pushing until someone shuts him down. Quick-tempered, impulsive, and confrontational. He argues, interrupts, and doesn’t let things go. Comes off as reckless and difficult, especially in structured environments.
Current Position: Operating independently. Not affiliated with the Guild, but still moving through the similar cases. Known to interfere, observe, or insert himself when something feels off.
Background: Former Hunter’s Guild operative removed from service after a sustained internal conflict.
Over the course of multiple assignments, JJ began identifying a pattern across separate cases with similar environmental effects, similar escalation, and similar gaps in reporting.
He raised concerns that these incidents were connected and that the Guild was either missing something or choosing not to acknowledge it. The Guild dismissed his claims.
As JJ continued pushing for access to past reports and questioning internal handling of cases, he was gradually reassigned, isolated from relevant work, and labelled difficult to work with. His behaviour was increasingly documented as erratic, argumentative, and unreliable.
Eventually, he was removed from the Guild entirely.
JJ maintains that the cases were connected, that hunter deaths could have been prevented, and that the Guild chose to suppress or ignore the pattern rather than confront it.
Beliefs / Perspective:
The Guild is not telling the full truth about what it’s dealing with
Patterns exist across cases that are being ignored or buried
Hunters are being sent into situations without full understanding
What’s happening now is not isolatedm it’s part of something larger
He is not trying to dismantle the Guild, he just no longer trusts anything they say.
Notes:
Has detailed memory of past cases and how they were handled
Recognises patterns quickly and fixates on inconsistencies
Reputation within the Guild: difficult, obsessive, unreliable
May be right but can’t fully prove it
Functions as a direct counterpoint to Guild-aligned hunters
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this always happens. madi lands in paris with intention. really, she does. all that sharp, determined energy, already mapping out how this will go differently. she'll see bunny, she'll keep things on track, she'll prove that her cousin is capable of finishing something before chasing the next thing. just one project. that's all it would take. but the problem is...bunny. or maybe it's not. maybe it's both of them. because within minutes of being together, it all goes out the window. it always does. whatever structure madi arrived with becomes optional and suddenly the boutique is…background noise. mentioned once, maybe twice, in between everything else. and then it's gone entirely.
hours and places blur. a party here, another somewhere else. drinks that don't stop. lines that keep things sharp just long enough to keep going. seraphina sinclair...there, briefly, and then not. madi can't quite place when she disappeared, only that she did. typical. by the time it slows, if this even counts as slowing, it's early the next morning and they're outside of the club. the air hits, cool and clean and cutting through everything in her system. just for a second, it brings her back to her own body. right. she's this drunk.
"bloody hell." madi exhales, the words caught with a laugh, her fingers slower than they should be as she fumbles with her lighter. everything feels just slightly out of sync, like she's moving a second behind everything else. "i've got, what...one more year of being able to do this?" she says, glancing sideways at bunny, lips quirking faintly. "this time next year, the hangovers will actually kill me." she takes the first deep drag, flopping back against the nearest wall. "anyway, you didn't answer me." she adds, words a little slurred as her focus slips but she's still trying to it back. because this was the point of being here. "did you manage to agree on an interior designer-"
the club doors slam open behind them, music spilling out in a rush and drowning half her sentence. madi squints harder at her cousin, moving in closer like it will help. "i sent you and phina details. people who worked on the studio..." she continues, louder now even if she's not sure how much sense she's making. "did you like any of them? did you call them? one of them's in new york, babe."
"god, mum, you look incredible. love this." madi's voice carries ahead of her, and she's already in motion before she's fully there, slipping through the front of the studio with quick and hurried steps. she's shrugging on her coat when her hand flicks lightly over the fabric of tabitha's outfit with approval, before she leans in for a quick, perfunctory hug. "sorry i'm late. luna called ahead though, table's still fine if we leave now. gorgeous place, by the way. just opened." she talks fast. always talking fast with thoughts stacking on top of each other and barely waiting their turn. "apparently clare smyth had a hand in the menu, all very hush hush. it's basically restaurant turf wars out here." a soft laugh slips out of her and her arm loops through her mother's as she steers them.
but her mind is already elsewhere, timelines closing in on themselves. "not sure if you got my voicenote, but i can't stay long. need to get to paris. for bunny and phina. this boutique thing." she exhales, a quick roll of her eyes and irritation flickering across her face. "bane of my life, honestly. can't believe i let them talk me into it." she laughs, but they didn't this time. the boutique was her idea. another attempt at giving bunny some direction. but now it's spiraled into something else entirely. "you're welcome to come, though. but i'm not sure how free i'll be for an actual catch-up." she glances at her mother, properly this time, and it slows just for a second. madi's gaze moves over tabitha's face, softer now. "how was new york? aunt gen okay?"
Born in London to Tabitha Westwood and Arthur Harlowe. Half of the legacy behind Westwood-Harlowe (W&H), a name that still carries weight in fashion circles.
Niece to Gen, cousin to Bunny and Sebastian.
Mainly working across Europe, drifting between cities, shows, and obligations. Frequently stateside for family.
Her father, Arthur, died by suicide when she was ten.
Her mother kept the brand alive, but eventually stepped back. Madi inherited W&H… along with the feeling that she won't let herself be the one who ruins it.
Believes the Westwood streak runs strong:
Tabitha's avoidance and impulsivity
Gen's larger-than-life presence
Sebastian's chameleon tendencies
Bunny's reckless, whimsical chaos
Madi sits somewhere in the middle of it all, trying to manage the madness while occasionally feeding it.
Tries to guide Bunny, especially with work, but more often than not, they end up enabling each other.
Loves impact. Statement. Presence.
Lives with bipolar disorder, her highs are electric, her lows are quiet and dangerous.
PERSONALITY
Can be composed, controlled, untouchable for a while. Then something slips suddenly.
Still shaped by her father's death in ways she doesn't fully articulate.
Proud of W&H, but the passion is gone and replaced by pressure, expectation, and the constant fear of failure.
Self-destructive, but not loudly. Her chaos is subtle, indulgent, often disguised as spontaneity or "just one more night."
Walks a thin line between influence and vulnerability, can lead others astray or follow just as easily. Especially Bunny.
Emotionally volatile beneath a carefully curated exterior.
Sadder than she lets on. Always has been.
Avoidant by design and keeps people at arm's length, keeps things light.
Fickle, detached, hard to pin down sometimes intentionally, sometimes because she genuinely doesn't know who she is from one moment to the next.
Zizi Tekin was born in Turkey into the Tekin family, who own the luxury car brand Valeron and a motorsport legacy.
Growing up around engineering, performance design, and the high expectations that come with a powerful family name, Zizi never felt particularly drawn to the technical or corporate side of the business.
From a young age she was far more interested in art, design, and visual storytelling than in cars or engineering.
She eventually studied art at university and committed fully to pursuing a creative career rather than stepping into the family automotive empire.
After graduating she founded her own creative collective and agency, focusing on visual campaigns, creative direction, music visuals, and collaborative artistic projects.
Her work often intersects with fashion, music, and contemporary art scenes, placing her in creative circles across Europe and the United States.
Through her creative projects she has worked closely with the De Vere family, particularly on projects tied to art events and visual productions.
Because of this overlap she has developed a somewhat messy and undefined relationship with Ty De Vere, something that tends to blur the line between friendship, collaboration, and something more complicated.
Personality
Expressive and imaginative, with a strong creative instinct.
Warm and approachable, often drawing people toward her without much effort.
Sometimes feels slightly out of place within the structured expectations of her family’s world.
Naturally curious about people and drawn to interesting personalities.
Loyal to the people she cares about and protective of those closest to her.
Can be impulsive and occasionally chaotic when inspiration strikes.
Social and comfortable moving between creative scenes, events, and gatherings.
Tends to follow her instincts rather than rigid plans, which sometimes leads to unexpected outcomes.
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hey look, there’s jj jones a 34 year old mechanic from Atlanta, GA somehow managing to be independent, dependable, and protective while also being painfully careless, chronically confrontational, and a little too no-nonsense for their own good.
had a few stints in jail, is better now he's become a dad
hey look, there’s cassandra vaisman a 37 year old property manager from Atlanta, GA somehow managing to be composed, fair, and capable while also being painfully blunt, chronically skeptical, and a little too snippy for their own good.
INFO
manages the apartment complex the vaismans live in
sometimes helps people in general figure out their next move when down on their luck
tries to help anyone find their feet with a firm and fair approach
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