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  1. Birth Name: Cara Angelo Aliases: Eden Azura Birth Date: Unknown Place of Origin: Unknown Gender: Female Height: 5'5” Weight: 132lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Brown Occupation: Philanthropist and influence peddler Background: Cara has spent a very long time trailing along in her brother's wake, cleaning up the messes he makes. Where he has embraced the parasitism of vampiric existence, she has always sought a more symbiotic approach. With a long view of history, Cara saw firsthand how humankind's capacity for innovation has improved their standard of living...and by extension, her own. This gave her the idea that she continues to follow to this day; that so long as she contributes to humankind's advancement, the lives she must take are but small sacrifices compared to those contributions. The causes of civilization and science and progress had to be championed against social decay and disasters like...well...like her brother. The fever epidemic he provoked was something of a last straw for her. She helped as much as she could, but finally simply wished to be free to build her vision of the future without having to constantly cope with his roadblocks. She left New Orleans ahead of him and moved to the East coast, where she was in a position to involve herself with a flowering culture of innovation. She brushed shoulders with the likes of Aleck Bell, Thomas Edison, and many others, and was struck at the sheer fortune by which such thinkers and inventors had come by their skills...rarely formally educated outside the most basic of schooling. In the decades to follow, she moved far West, in hopes of getting in on the ground floor of new trade, new schools, new ideas. There she made fortunes and created the Mio Faro foundation, a charitable non-profit that contributed to universities and centers of education, as well as funded a merit-based scholarship program in the fields of science and medicine. Yet, all that time she'd wondered where Marco had gone, and what he'd been doing. When he re-appeared after so long, right back where they'd parted, she decided to see for herself. Enemies: Vampires of New Orleans - While Cara hasn't done anything immediately to set Lilith against her, she is inextricably linked to Marco's legacy of hate and distrust...and it doesn't help that she is far more involved in mortal politics and institutions, as much or even more of a threat than her brother to anyone concerned about holding power in the city. The Wrays - An unfortunate series of events in San Diego resulted in a young man named Toby Wray being killed. Several members of his family weren't satisfied with the official police report on the matter, did some digging, and think that the rather enigmatic woman chairing the board of Mio Faro is somehow involved. They are resourceful, persistent, and above all motivated to discover the truth of the matter and mete out whatever justice is required.
  2. Cara Angelo

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    Breakfast at the Cotter house was an awkward time, like most moments when the ladies of the house were in the same room. Beth sat at the table, eyes distant and unfocused as she mechanically spooned cereal into her mouth. Wendy bustled about, getting ready for work. She was still new enough on the job that every day she felt a need to impress people. Her bar was significantly lower for her daughter. Just being acknowledged by her would be a win. For her part, Beth was just brain-deep in the internet, checking out the morning news, glossing over the fresh memes, checking out the replies to some of her comments from yesterday. She chortled and ate another bite of Cheerios without really tasting them. "Something funny?" Wendy asked, looking for a way in. Beth blinked and glanced over at her mother questioningly. "Huh?" "You laughed just now. Thinking of something funny?" "Oh." Beth shrugged and tipped her bowl up into her mouth to finish off the excess milk. "Kind of." Wendy hesitated, hoping for more, then prodded, "Well, what was it? I could use a laugh. Still got the butterflies." There was a moment, a wild and incandescent moment, where Beth dangled the idea of just coming clean to her mom in front of her own nose. Yeah, I was just checking out the nerdrage on Reddit to my glowing praise of The Last Jedi, which I can do by the way because apparently I have super powers and dad's a god. Literally. Oh and by the way me and some friends got in a scrap with some kind of Indian demon-thing the other day. Can I go to school now, mom? Hmm. Me and some friends? Really? Maybe. Nadya seemed cool in a sort of tryhard kind of way. Could fault her for that...the same observation fit herself. And just about every other kid Beth knew. Being a teenager was all about trying hard, seemed like. Wendy was still waiting for an answer. Beth scratched her head and said, "I don't think it'd translate to 'old person' very well," then cracked a grin. Her mother sighed and went to fix her hair for the third time. "Well at least your face isn't buried in that computer all the time now," she said, as much to herself as to Beth. Then something occurred to her, a fragment of conversation she'd overheard at work the other day. "Have you decided who you're going with yet?" Wendy asked, a little too innocently. There was a clunk of plastic on metal as Beth deposited her bowl in the sink. She turned around, frowning. "Going with?" "Yeah! To the dance." Beth was sure she heard a kind of malicious glee in those last three words. She summoned up the school year calendar to her mind's eye and scanned over it. "What, Homecoming?" "Sure! Why not?" "Because...no, you've got it backwards. The question is why, not why not." Satisfied at last, Wendy turned to face her daughter. The conversation was now back where she liked it. "Because you're new to this school too. I hate the idea of you just sitting around, alone with your computer, not making friends or letting anyone get to know you." "Mooooooom..." "You're a good girl, Beth. You have a lot to offer. If someone asks you out to the dance, you should go. If no one asks, you should ask someone." Beth rocked her head back as if physically struck and complained again, "Mom...I don't even like dancing. I don't even have, like, a dress or anything. Besides, no one's going to ask me, and there's no one I've met that I'd want to ask, so..." she made an explosion noise and gestured with her hands flying apart. "There go your dreams." Wendy leaned forward and planted a smooch on Beth's forehead, ignoring the younger girl's scowl and forehead-wipe. "I have to go to work. You just remember what I said. You don't have to be a stranger here. It's a new place, with new people, and you can be whoever you want to be with them. All you have to do is want to. And don't worry about the dress. If you need one, we'll get you one. That's not even a problem, okay?" "Mom..." "Okay, bye hon!" Wendy hurried out the door with, what Beth assumed was, a big smug grin on her face. Beth closed the door too hard behind her and stalked off to get dressed for school. It was more than a little unfair, she thought, that fucking demigods had to deal with this kind of shit AND Mythic Trials or whatever. No one ever wrote stories about fucking Hercules worrying about the 'roids wilting his boner, or Perseus trying to date two chicks at once and it being super-awkward. Which doesn't mean it never happened, of course. What will they write about me? That she hadn't gone to the motherfucking Homecoming Dance, probably. Maybe. She'd see.
  3. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth quickly two-stepped back to give the brawl some breathing space, and herself a bit of room to get her phone out and start recording. "Oh shit," she giggled, "We coulda sold tickets. Opportunity lost." That aside, Beth WAS keeping an eye on the fight itself though. If Rachel started having trouble, she'd have her back.
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    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth followed Nadya up and out of the booth. There wasn't really much more for her to do here unless she seriously wanted to poison this well, and she wasn't there yet. Truth be told, just getting away for a private moment was sounding good but...maybe a little longer. "Gee, pool?" she said to Nadya, oozing dewy-eyed innocence. "I played once before with my uncle, but I didn't really understand the rules. You'll go easy on me, right?"
  5. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth eyed the coupons, then shrugged and took one. "That sounds like backstory from where I'm sitting," she said, "But given the whole airy-fairy 'oooo I'm so much cooler than you' thing he had going, I'm gonna guess he was one of those guys. Oh, and I guess he pretty much said he was someone's dad." She looked at Laurie. "Yours?" Of the flask he'd set down in front of her there was no trace. Had that even happened? For her part, Beth had no intention of using that thing on JD. Or, for that matter, on anything that you could just go and buy from a store. A flask that'd pour out any amount of whatever you put in it, used to make your own personal liquor store? Ugh, talk about thinking small. There were way more interesting things that could be done with something like that. Delinquency...contributed to. Thanks, dad!
  6. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Wow, uh, what's with the celebration? Nadya pass a test or something?" Beth chuckled and shook her head. "That's good, but nah. It's for Rae and me. We're getting married." She gave Rachel a sigh and a flutter of lashes. "Crazy how fast these things happen, huh?"
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    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth went back to school from the cave, every step feeling a little more dazed. It wasn't that she didn't want to shower under her skin turned all red and wrinkly and then get in bed and curl up in her blankets until the world made sense again. It was that she was pretty sure it never would. It wasn't until she got back onto the campus that she realized how late it was. And she was hungry. As annoying as it could be sometimes to have a body that constantly made demands and needed at least basic care and all that...there were times when the needs of the body could focus the mind. Beth was hungry. Yeah she'd just gotten down and dirty with something out of Indian fairy tales that could bench press pickup trucks...and yeah it had probably come close to just biting her freaking face off. But none of that mattered. She was hungry. So Beth headed to the Drip. By the time she got there, the other shoe was falling. Sure, she'd almost died, but she hadn't. Sure the universe was fucked up, but they'd just found one of the more fucked up parts of it, and wasted it. Sure doing this shit was almost definitely going to get her killed at some point...but was there any better way to die? Seeing some of the others there was no big shock. Where the fuck else was there to go around here? Beth ambled over to their table and dropped into an open seat. "I know it's just the toxic levels of adrenaline in me right now," she said, "But I want like...three burgers. And a chocolate shake with three shots of JD in it."
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    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Woo!" Beth shouted wryly, pumping her arm and then immediately wincing as the strained muscles in it seemed to spread pain all down her back. How hard had she been pushing down on that staff? A little harder than her body's design specifications was her educated guess. She scooped the fluted bronze rod up and beckoned the serpents back over. "Nice job, Jung. Freud. Sweet moves, even if sometimes a you is just a you. Hop on, I have reflected glory to bask in." The snakes slithered onto the staff and twined around it in helixes...then seemed to freeze into the surface of the metal, becoming one with it. Beth twirled it around and contracted it back into a much smaller and more portable device and tucked it into her belt. She trotted over to where Fisher was making his report and clapped him chummily on the shoulder. "Yep, harpies. This is probably also a bad time to say there's at least one more of her around somewhere." Beth nodded at the fallen titan spawn. "Only bigger. And a dude. But yaaaay kegger and shit. Someone get some punch and I'll spike it..." Her eyes focused on the faculty and she quickly segued into, "...with wholesome fruit juices and other age-appropriate additives."
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    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    So. Kind of a shit day, really. Beth coughed, her eyes watering and a sort of unpleasant numbness spreading over her belly where the rock had hit her. It was a temporary reprieve. There was pain waiting under the shock, already starting to soak through. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Fuck, the thing had gone after her! All those guys physically attacking, why go after her too?! Well, you were mangling her favorite song to shit. Personal irritation? She's an Indian spirit. Must piss her off to hear some white girl taking a dump on her language and... She broke that line of thought off as she got to her feet. The brass rod in her right hand suddenly extended on each end, becoming a formidable looking staff, with embossed snakes twining around it. Actually, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. This isn't an Indian spirit...it's some titanspawn that lived here when the Indians did. She didn't share their culture, she ATE THEM. She doesn't give a shit that white people came in and were assholes to them and marched them all away. She probably laughed her ass off. So seriously then. Why me? After who knew how many years and translations and retellings, the idea that the song was something the Spearfinger would have sung herself was patently ludicrous. Yet, what else singled her out? She hadn't been the only one telling folks to go for her hand. Okay, you know what brain? You think about this. I kind of have to do something here, or I'll still be pondering after it cuts everyone to ribbons. Beth gave Rachel a nod. Spearfinger was tough as balls and strong, but if there was one thing the old myths seemed to agree on it was that she wasn't a lightfoot. Heavy, not super-mobile. Yeah. If you weren't strong enough to break their guard, then kick them in the nuts. Resisting the urge to shout that she was choosing something, Beth held the staff out towards Spearfinger and said the names her father had taught her. The embossed serpents curling in helixes around that bronze staff animated, undulating hypnotically as they slithered off and down onto the ground. They flowed like water towards the hulking brute and with their serpentine speed coiled around her ankles to try to cinch them together!
  10. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth didn't want to be here. Only, okay, maybe a little because this WAS kind of amazing, but also incredibly dangerous. She was NEW to this godding thing! Sink or swim though, right baby? And there were ways to help that didn't involve jumping RIGHT into the meat grinder. Now, how to let them know what they needed to know without Fingerlady knowing that they knew? "Guys! Go for the...starboard manipulatory appendage!" she called, banking that even if Spear-finger knew English, she might not know geeky English. "She hides it for a reason!" Meanwhile, she had half her mind buried in her smartphone, desperately looking up pronunciation guides for Cherokee. She didn't have to know the language...just needed to know what a handful of words sounded like. Maybe she could give her peeps an opening. Fuck it, jump in the deep end and find out. "Uwe'la na'tsïkû'. Su' sä' sai...'", Beth sang out in an improvised melody. Her pronunciation was probably pretty bad...but just as likely the old bag hadn't heard these words in a long, long time. Maybe she wouldn't be too picky about the aspirated vowels. C'mon...if there's anything all old people do, it's get lost in their memories. Remember the song...forget what's going on right now... "Liver...I eat it..." she added, trying to distract the ancient spirit. Like just two notes of a chord played, singing just part of a song made it hard not to want to finish...for someone who knew the rest. (OOC - Treat as a 'Blurt it Out' attempt, if rules are needed. Beth is trying to goad Spear-Finger into letting her guard down a bit, giving people who have a prayer of hurting her a chance to do so :))
  11. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth peered over Fisher's shoulder and nodded, even gave him a pat on the back. Then she sat down at her laptop again and started writing notes for the creature's abilities and how to kill it. "I hope you guys are packing some heavy hitters," she mutters. "The stories say it took like a whole tribe to take one of these down. And that was after it was stuck in a pit. A trick I wouldn't expect to work twice..."
  12. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Is that...are you...yeah, of course you are. Tell them...wait, I got a phone, I'll tell them. Or shit, I don't have their info. Fuck!" She scooted around behind Fisher to see what he was writing. "Harpies, yeah, but tell them about the other thing too." She wiggled her fingers menacingly at Fisher. "The spear-finger." Clearing her throat, she went on. "They should watch out for...so it can change shapes, but it's supposed to look like an old lady a lot. She'll try to get them to get close. Tell them not to do that. Get the fuck away. If half of this shit is real, she kicks like, seventeen separate asses. Simultaneously."
  13. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    "Bird may just be something scavenging," Beth observes, her voice slow and halting. "Bodies were attacked after the livers were taken. Maybe narrow field. I'll focus on the liver thing. Can't be many ways to take out organs without making a huge mess. Nothing famous or obvious...maybe local? Something specific to this area... You know how to do Lexis searches?"
  14. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth pumped a fist and slid into the seat facing her laptop before cracking open the bottle and taking a quick swig. "You," she informed Syracuse, "have earned a bonbon. One of the super fucking sweet ones, like, with dark chocolate. Or like one of those candy...cherries...inside..." Her normally rapid patter style of speaking slowed down as she leaned closer to her screen and laid her fingers on the keyboard. A sharp eye would notice those fingers didn't move much though. In contrast, the images on the laptop screen moved very fast indeed. A browser window opened, spawned tabs, and each tab window moved independently, simultaneously conducting a series of searches while Beth just sort of...stared fixedly at the screen. Abruptly all the activity ceased and she took another big swallow of soda. "Gah." Then back to the grindstone.
  15. Cara Angelo

    IC: S1:E3 "Homecoming"

    Beth muttered a profanity in Russian. She didn't actually know the language, but had made a point of learning how to swear in as many as she could find. "Fine. Lead on. Tell me they at least have vending machines. Without the looming threat of imminent demise to keep me awake, I will definitely need caffeine."
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