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Miriam Hale

"We were born to be real, not perfect."

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a character in “Bloodshed Within The French Quarter”, as played by fading-into-eternity


"To travel is to breathe, to learn is to live."


Miriam Grace Hale

Miri, Mir


|Birth Date|
November Seventh


|Sexual Orientation|


music . forests. coffee . warmth . the sun . warm pastry . the starry sky . spontaneous trips . thunderstorms . old books . new books . background chatter . languages . strawberries . learning . laughing . her brother who she calls Nicholas to annoy the hell out of . the pack . krav maga

vampires . fear. cold weather . snow . idiots . oppression . bugs . ignorance . most witches . loss . abuse . cancer . discrimination . torture . needles . silence . cold coffee . boats . enclosed spaces . unorganized people . not being able to fight or help

Miriam has a generally friendly resting face, which is lucky, since she is one of the nicest and most charismatic people you will ever meet, unless you get on her bad side. She feels that it is easier to be a constantly positive and happy person around others instead of being pessimistic. She is always going out of her way to help others and is great with children, and adults, and she loves interacting with people, although it often makes her tired. She is talkative, especially when it comes to things that she loves, and she loves to listen too.

Mir takes her friends very seriously, and treats them like family. She is intelligent, extremely so, and she takes to languages very quickly. She loves history and reading, and loves to share information about things that she knows. She is a people person. She stops for coffee everyday, and is a naturally energetic person, though she does get tired after long days. At first she comes off as shy and quiet, but her laugh gives away the fact that she loves to be loud when she can, though she is considerate of others. When she is around other people, there is almost always a smile on her face, mainly because she wants to hide the fact that she is insecure and afraid. It isn't often that she lets her guard down around people, even with her best friends.

Mir is flirty if she wants to be, and is always there to make sarcastic comments and make people laugh. She loves seeing others smile, it makes her feel good about herself. She asks lots of questions, always eager to learn about other cultures and ideas, and will certainly say if she disagrees with you, though her mother told her not to do that. She always completes her work and is very focused on doing so, often giving up meals and sleep to finish things. Miriam is clear and concise about what she wants and rarely changes her mind. She is mature most of the time, unless she is tired or with very close friends, and she can handle the hardships that help her get through life on her own, though usually she cries alone, not willing to share her sadness and only ready to make others content.


When Miri's mother died, she was devastated and young. She became a recluse after living a relatively happy child, and often wandered off into the woods. Her father, also saddened by the loss of his first wife, married a another woman nearly two years latter and she became a younger sister. The two siblings were quite close. She was turned after her brother in the dark of a cold winter night, forever changing her life. After being raped by some other person after her turning and nearly bleeding out into the snow, a member of the pack found her and dragged her to her brother, whom helped her heal. She has never taken well to the cold since.

In the mean time she has hated being persecuted for her race and constantly recalls awful memories of the night she was changed. She lives in constant fear but still strives to be a happy person and hide her scars. Only her brother knows of that horrible night, and they rarely if ever discuss it. She taught herself how to fight krav maga style after that experience and can hold her own. She loves teaching herself languages as well. She holds a job in the Big Easy at a popular coffee shop and loves working there because she gets to meet new people, but the restrictions on werewolves are getting tighter, and she doesn't know if she can stand it for much longer. she wants to be able to travel the world or go do other things, but is instead stuck doing online school through Yale, which she got into with a lot of determination and hard work. She doesn't hate her situation, but wishes that those who discriminate against the wolves wouldn't be so prejudiced.

Here's an image of it.

|Theme Songs|
ARCHIS-Bittersweet | Nina Simone/Avicii-Feeling Good | CHVRCHES-The Mother We Share | Carla Morrison-Hasta la Piel | Travel In-Meg Hutchinson

|Face Claim|
Kristin Kreuk

|Dialogue Color Code|


So begins...

Miriam Hale's Story

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Character Portrait: Miriam Hale Character Portrait: Tamsin Lewis Character Portrait: Nicholas Hale Character Portrait: Emilia Riley Character Portrait: Kade MacKeltar Character Portrait: Alex Pierce
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Location: The French Quarter.
Event: Founder's Day.
Time: 7:00 PM.


Emilia always hated this night as joyous people were prancing among the French Quarter and basically disrespecting her home. Tourists. She absolutely hated them when it came to this event though the ones that would be passed out from their drunken state made her night a bit easier as she didn't have to stalk them just to feed from them. In the back of her mind she wondered if her boy toy, the Delta of Hale's pack, Cody was going to be at the event tonight as she shrugged her shoulders then placed the thought far back into her mind as she readied herself for tonight.

She didn't care what Kade was going to tell them what to and what not to do tonight. She didn't have time to hear that same old speech again this year as she slipped out of the door before anyone noticed her gone. She walked out of the coven's home town residence then walked along the street as she saw some particularly drunk people already. Emilia couldn't kill with everyone standing around so she'd just have to wait until the right time.

She had finally reached the French Quarter and the parade was just beginning as she has seen this parade countless of times now. Emilia prowled through the streets of the French Quarter, seeing who she could bump into along the path. She didn't hope to see anyone in particular, well, maybe Cody but that was something she was trying her best not to think about right about now. Emilia leaned up against a light pole nearby and just eyed everyone around her then eyed out towards the parade as she rolled her eyes, seeing the Founding Families of New Orleans float past down. 'Same fucking float.' She thought to herself while opening up her purse and digging through it, taking out a vile of blood and chugging it down then placing it back in her purse.

She then licked her lips then pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with her lighter then removed it from her mouth while exhaling the cancerous smoke. The cigarette rested between her index and middle finger now as the parade finally ended and she was relieved as she walked over to the Bar & Grill of the French Quarter and sat at the bar. "Apple Martini, please." She kindly asked for then turned to face everyone that was coming through the door. When the bartender sat her drink in front of her she smirked and looked into his eyes as she whispered. "It's on the house, right?" The bartender nodded his head in a trance like state then walked away. 'Still got it.' She thought as her eyes beamed towards the door of the Bar and Grill.

She took out her phone and shot a text to her little plaything, Cody.

To: Cody â™Ĩ
From: Emilia

Hope the Alpha let his wolfies out to play. If not, I still want to see you. At the Bar & Grill. I'll be waiting.

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ImageGemma stood in her dimly lit kitchen, staring at the spot where she had found her parents mangled bodies two months ago. It was odd to her, saying that. It didn't feel like two months had passed. It's felt like two hours. She didn't even have to close her eyes to see the splatters of blood on the cabinets, the twisted mess of her mothers limbs or the gash marks across her fathers chest. She could even smell the pot roast burning in the oven. The image was forever ingrained in her mind, as fresh and as vivid as the day she had found them.

In the distance, the faint cry of French Quarter's citizens drifted in through the kitchen window, pulling Gemma from her thoughts. She blinked, and glanced out between the little lace curtains. Two months was a long time to be away from home. She had missed the French Quarter.

The search for her parents murderer had taken her cross country. The night she left, she had been on watch for the pack when she caught the sent of an unknown vampire passing through their territory. They weren't from the Coven, their smell was all wrong. She had gone back home, packed a bag, and tracked the vampire all the way to the Texas boarder. She managed to flesh out some information from them about a new fledgling in Wichita that had gone on a massive killing spree; she followed the lead all the way to Kansas. And so it continued, the clues stringing Gemma along for two months across the United States. She ended up in northern Idaho right at the Canadian boarder when the clues finally hit a dead end and she returned home.

She had barley been home a week and had yet to unpack. Her bag was still sitting up in her room, under her bed.

Gemma closed the kitchen window and pulled on her boots. She needed to find Nick, or any of her other pack members. She hadn't seen them since she got back and she needed to apologize for abandoning them. She needed to make sure Nick didn't have any ideas about putting her on probation, or worse. She considered reaching out to them telepathically when she first got home, but decided it would be better to talk in person.

She locked up the house and descended the rickety porch steps, making the walk into town. She figured her pack would be there, perhaps celebrating with the rest of the residents of French Quarter.

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A roar escaped from him as he woke up from yet another nightmare of him and his pack engulfed in a war and failing. Nick breathed heavily with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead and falling down onto his muscular body as he sat on the edge of his bed now. It was New Orleans Founder's Day event and he knew that Vampires were going to be prowling around the French Quarter and you know what, so was his pack along with other ghoulish ghouls. Nick wasn't scared of war as he was now Alpha and had to prove himself to his pack as if he was scared then his pack would become scared and that was something he didn't need right about now.

Nick stood upright as he looked out of his window at the night sky above then moved over to his bathroom, where he'd run a shower to let the water get a bit warm before he step in. After showering for a few minutes, he'd get out and dry himself off and wrap a towel around him then brushed his teeth and fixed himself up for tonight's event. Nick wondered to himself if all of his pack members were going to be there. Speaking of his pack, he could hear one of them approaching his door right about now.

He walked down the stairs and opened the door as he raised a brow. "Whoa! Should I come back?" Nick raised a brow then looked down at himself as he was in nothing but a towel. "Oh, sorry. Now, what is it, Scout?" His voice roared a bit as the Scout stammered before answering. "Okay, I was walking around the French Quarter and you won't believe who I saw." Nick looked at the Scout and awaited a name or something. "Gemma." The Scout muttered as Nick closed the door in the Scout's face then looked around before knocking over various objects in his way.

'That bitch thinks she can just come back to my city and not tell me?!' He thought to himself then immediately changed into a leather jacket that was slightly hiding a white t-shirt, black jeans and black combat boots. He'd also grab his shades and place them on the top of his head then opened the door. "Let's roll."

Nick and the Scout made it to the French Quarter and his nose sniffed up towards the air as his eyes caught sight of a blonde headed female, walking in front of him. "Gemma?" He'd grasp the woman's arm tightly but it wasn't her. "Let go of me!" The blonde screamed as Nick tossed her aside then looked around and bumped into another blonde headed female but this time looked before reacting. "Gemma, Gemma, Gemma." Nick smirked as he looked behind him and waved away the Scout.

"Hm, am I happy to see you? Of course. Am I happy that you came to town without informing me? I'll let you answer that one." His eyes flashed a violent red as he didn't want to harm Gemma especially in front of everyone that was human. Nick grasped Gemma's arm roughly then dragged her to the alleyway nearby and slammed her back first against the wall.

"Why are you back here, Gemma? You leave without a word and return without a word. What is up?" Nick really wanted to know as he'd let her go then stand upright, backing away a little bit. He honestly hated it when he had to get rough with someone, especially a female and especially Gemma.