yomichaela: ([done] shut up.)
Michaela and Alex had moved into a super rich neighbourhood several months ago - specifically into the abandoned, run-down mansion that some family died in long, long ago at the end of the street. The house was perfect of course. But unfortunately, that meant neighbours and from day one, the ladies had more than a few issues with all of them.

Waiting for Alex to get home from work, Michaela entertained herself by perching on a lawn chair on top of their newly renovated balcony that had the perfect view into their closest neighbour's backyard. She had on a pair of sunglasses and laid out in the chair as if she were sunbathing, despite it being near-freezing and being dressed in an over-sized sweater with a cat on it and wrapped in a scarf and hat. If you paid close enough attention, you could see Michaela raise what looked like a sling-shot every now and then, and maybe something fly over the neighbour's fence and into their pool which would be frozen by the next morning.

The somethings may have been buttons she removed from clothing that was found in the house when they moved in. Very old clothing that clearly belonged to the previous, very dead tenants. And the buttons may have more than a few hexes on them. 

She smiled to herself as she closed her left eye, aimed, and shot another button into the pool, now sloshing around like a Slushie. In her own special way, this was Michaela's idea of gifting her wife Alex with flowers after a long day at the office.
yomichaela: ([normal] gotta tweet this)
Hey. It's Michaela. I can't come to the phone because I'm robbing a grave. Mom, if it's you, I'm totally not robbing a grave. 
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yomichaela: ([done] no)
OOC PREFERENCES: Permissions for OOC game activity.
CONTACT METHODS: DM me on twitter @whytippani or PM me on
THREADJACKING: please don't, mostly because my inbox becomes a mess
SLOWTAGGING/BACKTAGGING: I'm A+++ with slowtagging
NSFW: I'm okay with them as long as I'm comfortable with the other player
AVOIDED SUBJECTS: I just ask you warn me beforehand if your character talks to Michaela about triggery situations, especially self-harm
PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: she/her



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 Michaela's running her usual nightly rounds at the local graveyard when a fog rolls in around the tombstones. Not really surprising. Kinda old news.

What is weird is that the ghosts she's chatting with startle and quickly disappear. Michaela chalks that up to them being just freaking hella rude as fuck. So she gets up from the ground, pulls the hood of her jacket tight over her head, and starts to head toward the front gate of the cemetery. Alex will be home soon and she's kind of excited to see her wife again.

As she walks, the fog follows her and there's a strange feeling that causes Michaela to slow her pace. The fog circles around her legs and quickly wraps around her, and the world around her starts to change. The gate of the cemetery changes to a much larger, rusted gate with the initials CM. She pushes through the gate, stuffing her hands in her pockets with a scowl as she makes her way along the old broken cement path that leads to a house she's all too familiar with. It's the old McKinnister place, a home in Siren Cove that dates back to its founding. The damn thing's been abandoned for over 30 years and everyone's honestly surprised it hasn't collapsed on a slightly windy day.

Michaela has always cherished this damn place.

It's rumoured to be haunted, maybe a murder or two took place here. The McKinnister's stuck to themselves and rumours ran rampant during their time. The property even has a private cemetery for the family and Michaela has been dying to visit the place. And here she is now, feeling like she belongs here. She walks up the front steps and when she goes to knock on the door, it creaks open all on its own. Rad. Michaela steps inside and she's greeted by a scent that's none other than Alex's perfume. Michaela follows the scent into the living room where she finds her wife sprawled out on a couch, flipping the TV between HBO and HSN. Alex looks up and gives her signature grin.

"Sup, mi amor. Come lay down with me." Alex lifts an arm, pulling the edge of a blanket up with her. "It's Christmas shopping time."

Michaela smiles and crawls into the covers with Alex. But just as she settles, she realizes Alex's boobs are uncharacteristically pointy and solid. Glancing up, Michaela blinks and realizes she's not pressed against Alex's boobs. She's pressed against the cold sharp rock of a fucking cave.

"UGH!" 
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 Sunday, a holy day. A day for relaxation and reflection. A day for God. 

For Michaela, Sunday is the day the dead wish to be heard. It's so annoying sometimes. She likes to be in control of the whos, whats, whens, wheres, and whys when it comes to spirits reaching out to her. Sometimes when she doesn't feel like talking, it's easy to just snub a soul and keep walking. But Sundays? Ugh, they're so persistent and give her sob stories, please please tell my family blah blah I'm a boring ghost who died over a hundred years ago and just needs to let it go

Today's no different, and Michaela pulls her hood up over her head as she steps out of her building and into town. She's actually gracing the world early in the morning, dew still on the ground, because those damn spirits are harassing her in her own apartment and she hasn't even had coffee yet. 

"Too early, padre," she hisses at a soul who's practically waiting at the end of the sidewalk for her. She walks past him and the spirit immediately steps out of her way like he actually has a physical body that'd block her path. Really, she loves the dead. She loves talking to them and hearing their stories, the gossip that was lost when they died fifty years ago. Murders unsolved and there was the soul, telling her exactly how it died, who did it, and why. But on Sundays, the damn souls make it feel like work and Michaela is so not here for that.

She fixes a scowl on her face as she walks into Quill, ordering the largest, most potent coffee they can create, before sitting down in a corner booth and surveying the place. Sunday morning brings out the widows and widowers. They sit in the coffee shop with their papers and their tea and coffee, completely unaware that their partner has joined them at their table, clinging onto any kind of contact that lingers between the living and the dead. It's only now that she starts to wonder why there's so many souls around town. Why haven't they...moved on, or whatever? Isn't there some place to go once you die? 

She shakes her head because she doesn't care. Instead, she pulls out her phone and texts her bff Alex. 

ooc: just an intro for Michaela~ idk what else to say lol sorry in advance for her~
yomichaela: ([done] green done)
I wanted to post some of the background information/research I found while figuring out Michaela's history and powers. Because Death is pretty damn interesting!

TLDR about Michaela all the way at the bottom aha suckers
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Here's a plotting page for Michaela.
  • Plots you want to see between your character and Michaela?
  • What kind of relationship do you want with Michaela? Friends? Future crushes? Enemies? Creeped out/concerned citizens?
  • Any questions on Michaela/her powers? I'm going to put up a research post soon that goes into her family's history and their role with Death. Any additional ideas are super~
  • Want Michaela to talk to a dead loved one? Lemme know.


yomichaela: ([normal] where i belong)
Michaela lives in a loft apartment in town. She has a lot of shit she's collected. She frequents estate sales and flea markets because she enjoys having old furniture and knick-knacks around (plus dead people stuff = cool).

Some things? May have been stolen.
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Michaela Méndez | 25 | Witch


BACKGROUND & HISTORY:
 Michaela has lived in Siren Cove for only a few months. Born and raised in Portland, a move to Siren Cove wasn’t that big of a deal for her. She had actually lived in Siren Cove for a few years as a teen. After school, Michaela lived with her parents until she was twenty and they pushed her to try to go to college. She attended a community college for exactly six weeks before she was kicked out, a feat MIchaela is quite proud of. Her parents weren’t even disappointed or surprised–just frustrated. Their youngest daughter never showed much motivation in life, preferring to laze about and mooch off others. When she flunked out of college, they wouldn’t allow her to move back in with them. She had to get a job and live on her own.

Michaela joined a temp agency, working at a different company pretty much every three months until they didn’t need her, or were too scared to ask her to come back after her temp contract ended. She has never been /fired/ exactly. Though her professionalism and quality of work are minimal at best, everyone’s too creeped out by Michaela to ask fire her. She moved to Siren Cove when a secretarial position in the records department at city hall opened up. Michaela blew threw her opportunities in Portland, so she said “Screw it”, packed her bags, and took the job.

Michaela comes from a very long line of witches, her decedents originating in Puerto Rico. The Méndez clan has extremely strong roots with the dead. Folk-lore liked to call them ‘reapers’ or ‘angels of death’. But the Méndez’ have always been witches with a special connection to those that have recently passed. Their role in the world was to help carry the dead to the after life, convincing stubborn souls to move on or banishing wicked souls who chose to haunt the living. This role was passed down from generation to generation, but eventually watered down. That is, until it reached Michaela.

PERSONALITY: 
 Michaela is weird. She has a dead-pan, dark sense of humour and rarely smiles. When she does, it often unnerves others. She loves everything creepy and enjoys making fun of others. She can be a sarcastic asshole most of the time, but she generally means well. She is capable of caring and loving for others, but good luck making her show it.

OPINION OF THE RIVALRY:
  She’s heard about it. And while she couldn’t care less about the current players involved, she loves the idea of it. Talking to a dead Coombs or Thorton relative would be juicy.

LIFESTYLE: 
 Michaela works as a secretary at the records department in city hall (she reads when she gets bored and tends to absorb the information, using it to make fun of others). She rents a small apartment in town and tries to live within her means–secretaries aren’t paid enough, to be honest. She probably should get a weekend job, but that involves more work and she is so not here for any work of any kind.

During her time off, she can be found at the movies or in a cemetery. Yeah, that’s right. A cemetery.

POWERS & ABILITIES:  Being deeply connected to the dead can be weird. And Michaela relishes in the weird. For some reason, she has a deeper connection to her powers than the current generations of her family. Maybe it’s because of her personality that she developed a thicker sense with the dead. She can easily converse with the dead, recent and long gone. The longer they’ve been dead, the more difficult and more energy. Since she’s lazy as hell, she doesn’t particularly enjoy talking to the long-since departed unless they have something interesting to offer. She can perform seances and even gets a ‘sixth sense’ when someone is close to death. As a teen, she volunteered at a retirement home. This is when she discovered what that ‘funny feeling’ in her stomach actually meant. She can feel death as it searches for its next victim.

Additionally, Michaela learned curses, just because they’re fun. She’s practiced enough that she can curse someone silently, usually accompanied by a hella intense glare.

PLAYED BY: Aubrey Plaza

HEADCANONS:
Michaela may talk to the dead and learn your secrets from your gabby grandma, but she'll also make shit up just to creep you out.
She's an avid flea market/estate sale shopper. Dead people things are awesome.

RELATIONSHIPS:
Alex Castillo - kindred spirit. Michaela and Alex met in court-appointed anger management therapy and bonded immediately. Besties. Til death do them part. 
Tristan Bertrande - he was dead. Now he's not. Super cool. Partner in Death-Talking-Crime. He's the sweet to her bitter. The jelly to her peanut butter. He softens the blow of her "You're dead. Go be at peace or something." She communicated with him a few times while he was amongst the dead, and she's never experienced someone...rising...from the dead. So Tristan is very intriguing to her. She'll be asking him a lot of questions.
Les Parker - they dated for a short time in high school. She sensed his mother's sickness and knew she would pass away soon. Not able to handle anyone's emotions ever, she noped out of the relationship. She's kept her distance from Les since, feeling too awkward even for her to approach him with all that death and sadness floating around him.

Yo


Michaela. 25.

I like animals, telling people 'no', being the unrequited love of a man that cries a lot (bottled tears? yes please!), and long walks in the cemetery.

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