Age: 24 Race: Human/Witch Eyes: Blue Height: 5'3" Talents: Conjuration, Divination, Illusion, Cooking Loves: Mysteries, Old Books, Animals, Home-Cooked Meals Hates: Deep Water, Disappointing Others, Dirty Dishes
Personality: A fairly solitary person, Guin doesn't have many friends not because she's unlikeable but because she often goes unnoticed. She doesn't intentionally call attention to herself, typically speaking quietly and allowing others to take the lead. Dedicated and hard-working, she often bites off more than she can chew. This leads her to burning herself out, though she hesitates to admit that she's the pushover everyone else sees her as.
History: Born to a religious family, Guinevere never would have picked witchcraft as a field of study for herself. She wasn't born with magical abilities, but after an incident where she nearly drowned in a lake when she was 13, she came back from the dead (so to speak) able to interact differently with the world.
Age: 25 Race: Human Eyes: Brown Height: 5'10" Talents: Balancing, Creating Levity, Coding Loves: The Spring, Lemon Curd, Mid-Day Naps Hates: Sore Muscles
Personality: Though relatively soft-spoken, Tom is a caring and surprisingly passionate individual. Most encounters with him are awkward, but in an endearing way. He's self-referential and is the first to point out when he looks weird. At the end of the day, he's got a good head on his shoulders. He is unsure of a lot, but always means well.
Age: 27 Race: Human/Witch Eyes: Brown Height: 5'7" Talents: Transmutation, Enchantment, Persuasion Loves: Jade, Whiskey, Music (specifically with great guitar) Hates: Early Mornings
Personality: Bev is a fairly open person. If she doesn't like someone she doesn't mind making it known. She's protective over all of her friends, and has a habit of picking up relationships with people who don't stand up for themselves. Bold enough to be the leader of any group, she has an even mind to back any of her decisions up. Though she knows how to cut loose, it's always just enough to keep those she loves safe and happy.
Age:18-24 (Varies depending on setting) Eyes:Brown Hair: Brown Height:5'1" Distinguishing Features:Large lightning scar beginning on her right cheek and spreading down her neck, chest, and back. The lowest point it reaches on her torso is just below her belly button. Winds around both arms and down to her wrists.
Personality: Even from a young age, one of the best words to describe Bea was precocious. As far back as childhood there was a strong sense of understanding about her. She was always the one to ask the strange or advanced questions and expect a comprehensive answer. Into adulthood, Beatrice is a sponge with a desire to learn as much as she can about the subjects that interest her. Most notably, she has passions for literature, history, art, and music. She could spend ages researching folklore, stories, and songs without growing tired. Bea has a healthy love of fantasy, science-fiction, and horror, extending to a deep interest in conspiracy theories and urban legends. These are things she chooses to believe in partially because she wants life to be as intriguing as possible. Despite her relative intelligence and inquisitive mind, she doesn't always advertise her knowledge until absolutely necessary. She's often afraid of coming across as a know-it-all or ostracizing herself from potential friends. Instead, her wit often employed in a quick, dry sense of humor. With an almost perpetually serious expression, she often makes off-the-cuff comments that leave some briefly wondering if she's being sincere or just messing with them. Usually, it's the latter.
Growing up as a "gifted" kid, Beatrice shows the least patience for herself. If she can't grasp a certain concept she considers herself to be the one at fault and often fixates on the subject until she finds her answer. Life's great mysteries are particularly frustrating for her, as she can't quite make peace with the fact that there are some things she'll simply never know. While she doesn't directly advertise her intelligence, Beatrice does little to hide her sometimes unconventional interests. She will happily ramble on about stories, legends, and grim happenings if someone seems to want to listen. There is very little that actually bothers Bea as well. She doesn't feel the need to take the lead in any given situation but also has enough sense to make her voice heard when it needs to be. Socially, she's decent at making friends and getting along with people but almost completely lacks the ability to discern romantic interest. This could be due, in part, to the insecurities she holds after her accident. She hasn't quite accepted her scars, even if there's not much she can do to hide them. And there are times when she comes across as slightly awkward, fumbling over how much or how little to say when her thoughts run laps around her mouth. Although she doesn't show it, Beatrice often also has a difficult time with her emotions. She ruminates on them, trying to unravel them just like every other mystery she seeks out. And she feels deeply, enough so that if she's blind-sided by her feelings they run the risk of shutting her down entirely as she attempts to process them.
Background: An only child to a factory worker father and a mother who gave music lessons to make extra income, Beatrice wasn't necessarily set up for success at a young age. She lived with her parents in Ohio until she was around seven years old, at which time her father was offered a slightly better position at a factory in Hawkins, Indiana. Since she was so young, Bea has yet to really make too many friends or memories, so the move didn't bother her all that much. In fact, her parents were some of her closest companions. Her father loved a good story, and would often sit Bea on his lap in the evenings while he read to her from all manner of works. From her mother, she learned a love of music. Not only was she taught to play piano and guitar as a child, it wasn't uncommon for her mother to pick an album and for the small family to spend the evening dancing and singing around the living room. She understood from a young age that they weren't all that well-off, and it never bothered her. But she knew it bothered them as they tried their best to provide for her on special occasions like her birthday. Nevertheless, it was always a household filled with love. Shortly after starting at her new Hawkins Elementary School, Bea met the girl who would come right after her in classroom lines as well as in the yearbook. She became fast friends with Robin Buckley, a like-minded girl who didn't seem to care what people thought about her, at least for the most part. The two were inseparable, and their friendship became slightly infectious until they'd amassed a small group of girls that were as close-knit as any other. This was good for Beatrice, as her parents had to work harder and harder to stay afloat. Her mother found more students in Hawkins and neighboring communities, while her father took shifts when the factory was short so he could invest a little extra money into Bea's future. Her present, then, saw her spending many nights home alone. She'd often make plans with her group of friends, a fact that her parents were well aware of. Hawkins was as safe a place as you could get. Until, of course, it wasn't.
It was around the time of one of these high school hang-outs that the girls were caught up in a typical Midwestern storm. This one set in quicker than they had expected, and their evening adventure threatened to be cut short by the inclement weather. Unfortunately, they weren't quite quick enough in getting to safety. Thunder and lightning lit up the sky, and before anyone knew quite what was happening Beatrice had been struck point blank by a bolt. She went into cardiac arrest and her panicked friends scrambled to find help and a phone. Without a pulse or any noticeable breath, she was considered legally dead and had to be stabilized with CPR until the EMTs arrived. She was resuscitated and gained consciousness in the hospital long enough to see her parents' faces one last time before she slipped into a coma. It was unclear when she would wake, but her parents visited every day for the first several months. After some time, her mother grew hopeless and despondent, convinced that Beatrice would never wake up. The fights, over their daughter's condition and the mounting hospital bills, drove the previously happy family apart. While Beatrice was sleeping her parents went through a messy divorce, and her mother moved out of the state entirely. Her father continued his daily visits, citing his daughter as the only thing he had left in his life. At some point, even he lost hope that she'd ever open her eyes again.
Other Random, Irrelevant Facts:
~* She is super ticklish, like you wouldn't even believe. It makes her squeal and jump every time without fail.
~* She has a strange talent for catching food in her mouth. It used to be like an Olympic sport for her and Robin.
~* Whenever she sneezes it's tiny and comes in a rapid-fire fit, like 5-7 sneezes at least. Robin has to tell people to hold off on "blessing" her because it just never ends.
~* If she goes down the rabbit hole you will never see her until she comes out the other side. She cannot stop herself from following a thread until the end and has stayed up all night researching something.
~* She makes up little songs while she's doing mundane tasks (ie washing dishes) and sings them under her breath. It's very embarrassing for her if anyone brings them up.
~* She's almost always cold, so she has an unnatural obsession with heavy socks and sweaters. She will also make any space she occupies as cozy as possible. Her blanket forts are impeccable.
~* She can find her way out of a forest no problem, but will get hopelessly lost in a department or grocery store.
~* She has an uncanny ability for untangling cords. Knots don't stand a chance against her.
~* She can cry at a moment's notice but can't stop herself from crying. She will be caught tearing up at a commercial and will just try to laugh it off.
~* Her very first crush was Aragorn. Sometimes her father, or Robin, will bring this up and it embarrasses her every time.
TW: Mention of topics like suicide as well as reference to physical harm to a child, found in the Background portion.
Henrietta (Henri) Kaine
Age:18-20 (Varies based on setting) Eyes:Green Hair:Blonde Height:5'6" Distinguishing Features: Lips that seem to be chapped more often than not. Large front teeth that are slightly crooked.
Personality: Due to a combination of growing up too fast as well as consistently feeling let down by people, Henrietta has a very jaded outlook on life and humanity in general. She knows that not everyone is bad or acts with ill intent, but she also doesn't believe that anyone is wholly good either. Instead, she believes that everyone is acting based on their own interests. To her, everyone is motivated by their own selfishness. That's not an inherently bad thing in her mind, but she expects people to give with one hand only so that they can take with the other. Despite this skepticism, Henri isn't really outright mean to anyone. She's kind to those who show her kindness first, but doesn't trust that anyone would actually have her back in any given situation. That kindness even extends to what she'll do for others. Even if she doesn't trust someone, that won't stop her from sticking her neck out for them if they needed it. She'll help most people out of a difficult situation, but there's a part of her that expects them to leave her high and dry in similar situations. With a few very select exceptions, she has never trusted anyone to care for her the way that she cares for them. And yet, perhaps because of a need for some kind of proximity, that hasn't stopped her from trying. At her core, Henrietta is a caregiver. She does what needs to be done and quietly makes sure everything is set up just the way it needs to be for someone else's convenience.
In addition to caring for others, Henrietta has also never really been able to sit still. She's got a workhorse mentality, and when she sees a task that needs to be done she figures she may as well do it. Most of the time she does things without asking, because she's used to it and that's one of the only ways she knows to get a little bit of positive attention. Even then, when someone does compliment her or make an attempt to ease her burdens, it comes as a distinct surprise. At times she treats this sort of thing with suspicion, but with the right person she may just let them give her a bit of a break. In any good situation, Henri is still just waiting for the other shoe to drop. She knows that good things don't last for her, and always has her eyes on a potential exit. Luckily she's an expert at hiding her discomfort, instead handing out easy smiles and waving away anyone's concerns. Henrietta is very practiced in telling little white lies, in fact most of what she says about her life is either a half-truth or a complete fib. For the most part, she just tries not to trouble people with her existence and has a bad habit of giving away so many pieces of herself that she doesn't have anything left over for her own needs.
Talents/Hobbies:Running; Cooking; Dancing; Household Repairs; First Aid; Math; Navigation Fears:Water; Abandonment; Spiders; Small Dogs
Background:Henrietta wants people to believe the only life she's known is in the foster care system, but that's not entirely true. She insists she doesn't know anything about her birth parents, but that's only half right. While her father left when she was still around two years old, she lived with her mother until she was around four. Her mother tried her best to make ends meet for as long as she could, but that was easier said than done in New Jersey, where the cost of living was considerably high. She held down a job that didn't pay enough and became increasingly erratic at work. There were a few instances where police were called on her and wellness checks were made, but for the most part she was deemed well enough to continue caring for her child. When she was finally fired, however, she broke down completely. It wasn't clear what exactly she said to one of her coworkers, but it was enough that the police were called to make a welfare check that same night. They had arrived just in time, as Henrietta's mother was in the process of attempting to drown her daughter in the bathtub. Caught in the act and with a loaded gun waiting on the toilet, her mother reached for the weapon with the intention of ending her own life. The police handled that for her, killing her in front of the already petrified Henrietta's eyes. For the next fourteen years she was sentenced to a life in the foster care system for her mother's actions. She bounced from home to home, taking care of the other children as young as nine years old. Most foster parents echoed a similar sentiment: that everyone would be better off if her mother had succeeded. She was just another mouth to feed, a body to provide for that they didn't need to have around. It was around that time that she found a young boy wandering just outside of a grocery store all on his own. Henri walked every aisle of the store, holding Dustin's little hand in her own until he was reunited with his mother. Despite still being a child herself, she was quickly entrusted to watch over him during his mother's errands and when she worked too late to see him off the bus.
Henrietta became so ingrained in the Hendersons' lives that she was almost a part of the family. They couldn't take her with them when they moved to Indiana, though, and instead had to settle for calling to check in from time to time as well as sending her a card for every birthday. Other than that, life moved on for Henrietta. She continued to take care of her myriad of foster siblings. All the money she made went to providing for them in otherwise negligent homes. When she was in high school she had an opportunity for selfishness, as the coach for the track team encouraged her to try out in her freshman year. It became one of her favorite activities, and for a while she looked up to the coach like a father. She even held out hope that he might choose to adopt her. Then, not too long after she'd turned sixteen and they were alone together after a track meet, he pressured her into a more intimate relationship. Word inevitably got out among the team and the blame was placed on Henrietta, with the rest of the girls ostracizing her and painting her as a slut. She left the team and spent the rest of her time in high school essentially alone. By the time she turned eighteen she was blind-sided by the sudden upheaval in her life. She was aged out of the foster system with no real lifelines and no savings to get her through. When the Hendersons called to wish her a happy birthday, she broke down and confessed her fear and dismay. Mrs. Henderson wired her enough money to get a bus ticket to Hawkins, insisting that she live with them until she could get on her own two feet.
Other Random, Irrelevant Facts:
~* She used to make up dances to whole songs with kids to keep them occupied. She still remembers most of the ones she made up with Dustin.
~* She speaks fluent child. Within minutes of meeting a toddler she understands what they're saying and still speaks to them as if they're an adult.
~* She can recall a lot of small details from conversations or events years in the past but can't remember where she set something down a minute after doing so.
~* She is terrible at decorating. She's never had a long term space that she owns so she wouldn't know where to begin. Any space she occupies looks unintentionally bland as a result.
~* She will spend hours on a rooftop looking at stars, especially in Hawkins where there's so much less light pollution and you can see all sorts of constellations.
~* If she's tired enough she cannot keep herself awake. She will nod off in the middle of a sentence.
~* Her real gift is in multitasking, especially in the kitchen. She has an uncanny ability to time everything so it comes out at the same time and exactly when she said dinner would be.
~* When Dustin was younger, she would often pretend she didn't believe a common and well-known fact. She refused to accept any rational explanation and used this to frustrate the hell out of him. It probably still works.
~* She cannot sit still for long, she often resorts to bouncing her leg or tapping her feet and gets a bit embarrassed when called on it.
~* She has weirdly prophetic dreams, not in the sense that she sees the exact future in her dreams but they sometimes contain signs of what's to come. She refuses to believe this and chalks it up to coincidence.
