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Jul 10

Larra Martell

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Name: Larra Martell

Aliases: none yet

Race: Witch

Age: 30

Hair: Usually blonde

Eyes: Violet

Height: About 5'8"

Father: Derrik Martell, Michelin star chef (deceased)

Mother: Michelle (Whitewood) Martell, criminal lawyer (deceased)

Hometown: Los Angeles -> San Francisco -> WR. Lived in Wailing Rock for three years.

 

Interests:

-Dirtbiking

-Sailing

-Movies (Horror, Sci Fi, Action)

-Music ( almost anything except blues)

-Yoga, Kickboxing

-Occult

-Foodie

 

You might know her if:

-You're from Los Angeles. Her parents were both pretty well known, especially in upper crust circles, and their deaths were very public. Even reported on the news. (Feel free to IM for info/knowledge)

-You visited her last shop in San Francisco

-You're interested in the occult or have seen her shop in town (New Moon Occult and Spiritual Supplies)

 

Rumors:

-Her parents were murdered by the mob

-She killed a member of them sent after her

-Practices black magic and...necromancy?

-Has a talking cat

-Is a cat

-Still owes money to the mob

This is the kind of witch i need to know! Necromancy, talking cats...I'm IN!

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