Willow
- You got that look
- That makes a grown man cry
- Singing baby, baby, baby
- You know what you're doing
- Yeah all because you've got eyes that kill
Not a whole lot is known about Willow-- other than that she's a fairly recent arrival to Chicago.
Short and slender, with modest curves and the lean muscles and legs of a long-distance runner. Her large eyes are jetty dark with thick, spiky lashes, the brows above slanting like black wings. Her hair is long and stylishly unkempt, with blunt jagged bangs and a fading black-to-rust ombre dye. Lots of piercings across both ears, a ring in her long thin nose and one vertical adorning her full lower lip, matte dark metals.
Willow is usually dressed in a casual punk style, black or garishly colored t-shirts with hostile band names, monsters or anatomically implausible murder scenes on the front, jeans in various stages of worn, ripped, threadbare, paint splattered, big clunky combat boots in black or red or purple reinforced with metal. When the weather demands it she'll don an oversized pea coat on top, the buttons replaced with grinning metal skulls.
- Mortal
- Something: Somethting.
- Supernatural
- Werewolf: She is one.
“People think that ghosts only come out at night, or on Halloween, when the world is dark and the walls are thin. But the truth is, ghosts are everywhere. In the bread aisle at your grocery store, in the middle of you grandmother's garden, in the front seat on your bus. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't there.”
― Victoria Schwab, City of Ghosts
“Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
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