Jessica “Jessi” Fairfax

Jessica Fairfax maintains a deceptively athletic physique—lean, limber, and honed more by necessity than vanity. Standing at approximately 168 cm and weighing around 59 kg, she is built for stamina, agility, and precision rather than brute strength. Jessica herself often jokes that “running to and from monsters is a hell of a cardio routine,” and she’s not wrong. Her lifestyle as a supernatural troubleshooter keeps her constantly moving—through tangled woods, ancient ruins, and the occasional collapsing reality.
  Beyond survival-driven fitness, Jessica is also an avid dancer, a passion that lends her both grace and balance in high-stress situations. Her movements are fluid and expressive, whether she’s weaving through a crowd or performing ritual magic that demands physical motion. She supplements her agility with martial discipline, trained in dagger and staff combat—favored for their portability and usefulness against both magical and mundane threats. While not heavily muscled, Jessica’s frame is all coiled tension and practiced motion, capable of delivering swift strikes or dodging supernatural claws with equal finesse.

Jessica Fairfax possesses a complexion that, by her own admission, is “boringly perfect”—fair, smooth, and almost entirely free of freckles, scars, or birthmarks. To her, this lack of distinguishing features feels almost unnatural, a blank canvas she sometimes playfully alters with minor glamours to give herself a touch more visual intrigue. She finds the flawless nature of her skin somewhat dull, especially given the colorful chaos of her magical lifestyle.
  Still, Jessica is not above using her natural pallor to full effect. With a sly smile, she’ll admit that her pale skin pairs exceptionally well with her preferred aesthetic—goth and goth-adjacent styles that play up contrast, shadow, and edge. A splash of deep lipstick or a dramatic black outfit turns her from "wholesome New England debutante" to "witchy-woman heartbreaker" with alarming ease.

Jessica Fairfax embodies a timeless, classic English beauty—sharp yet elegant, with just enough strangeness to suggest something otherworldly in her blood. Her high cheekbones, gently sloped nose, and full lips might’ve graced a 19th-century portrait or an Arthurian legend with equal ease. But it's her eyes that truly unsettle and mesmerize: pale, icy blue with a clarity that suggests ancient knowledge and unseen sights. They seem to glow faintly when she's channeling power, lending her a fey intensity that hints at her Le Fay heritage.
  Her face holds a balance of refinement and rebellious youth, capable of shifting from detached regality to sardonic amusement in a heartbeat. Framed by long blonde hair often streaked with red or dyed ends, her appearance is a calculated blend of mundane beauty and magical defiance—one part fairy tale princess, two parts punk witch.

Jessica Fairfax is the product—unwilling or not—of magical eugenics: a child of deliberate design by generations of witch-blooded elitists. As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and seventh son, born of two of America’s most powerful magical bloodlines—the Le Fay-descended Fairfax clan and the Hawthornes of Salem—Jessica was bred for power. From the moment she could speak, her magical potential was already stirring. Her innate energy reserves were reportedly double that of most adult witches by age ten, and they have only deepened since. But it’s not just her inherited power that makes her dangerous—it’s what she’s done with it.
  Jessica is a natural polymath in the Craft. Her training has been rigorous, unforgiving, and broad. She excels in nearly every fundamental element of witchcraft—from ritual magic and herb lore to divination and spell-weaving. But where she truly shines is in three distinct disciplines of magic, each rooted in a different cultural and philosophical paradigm, each one mastered far beyond her years:
  Faerie Witchcraft:
  Jessica’s fey-touched lineage runs deep, tracing back to Morgana Le Fay herself, and it shows. She’s intimately attuned to the ways of the Otherworld—able to sense the shifting of glamours, read the hidden laws of faerie realms, and bargain with the sidhe without losing herself. She speaks the tongue of the fae fluently and understands their complex etiquette and ritual customs. Faerie witchcraft for her is not just aesthetic or myth—it is blood-bound sorcery woven from seasonal tides, stolen names, oaths spoken in threes, and deals that cut both ways. She can conjure or banish fae spirits, walk the ley-crossed boundaries of reality, and access arcane truths that shimmer just beyond the mortal veil.
  Traditional Witchcraft (New England & Old World):
  Jessica’s maternal training was rooted in historic, grim, and often dangerous forms of traditional witchcraft passed down from colonial Salem and from her fathers side came the arts of the Le Fey line from the shadowed hills of Britain. She works with ancestral spirits, sacred herbs, poppets, curses, and folk rites tied to the land itself. Her rituals are steeped in iron, bone, ash, and smoke—tools not of more clean modern practices, but of older, darker traditions that survived by being practical, hidden, and ruthless. She doesn’t shy away from blood magic, from hex-breaking, or from invoking powers older than any organized faith. She believes the old ways hold truth—and that truth, though often bitter, is vital to understanding true power.
  Hedge Witchcraft:
  Jessica also embodies the role of the Hedge Witch—solitary, clever, and fiercely independent. She walks the metaphysical hedge between worlds, a psychopomp in her own right, guiding spirits, working liminal magic, and using her intuition as keenly as her grimoire. She works magic not only in circles and sanctums but on park benches, motel beds, and forest trails. Her tools are portable, her spells adaptable, and her insights brutally honest. She travels between the seen and unseen with ease, often trusting instinct, spirit allies, and practical tools to guide her more than formal rituals.
  Jessica’s greatest magical strengths lie in her adaptability and her raw spiritual horsepower. She can wield high ritual magic one day, patch a bleeding wound with a charm the next, and call a storm into her palm if pushed to fight. She is deeply elementally attuned, aligning her workings to the five classic forces: Air (thought), Earth (structure), Fire (will), Water (emotion), and Spirit (the binding thread of all things).
  What sets her apart, however, isn’t just her magical pedigree—it’s her will. Her magic bends to her, not because of inherited power, but because she refuses to be mastered by it. She is a witch not by family decree, but by chosen identity. Her talents, while formidable, are wielded with self-taught finesse, a sharp tongue, and a stubborn fire that no ritual can extinguish.

Though Jessica Fairfax can convincingly play the role of the refined New England heiress—complete with tailored dresses and pearl-buttoned blouses—she loathes the feeling, describing such outfits as “spiritual corsets.” Her true aesthetic leans hard into goth and punk sensibilities, embracing dark fabrics, layered textures, and expressive silhouettes that speak to rebellion, power, and personal identity. Torn jeans, leather jackets, lace-up boots, fingerless gloves, corsetry, fishnet, and velvet all make regular appearances in her wardrobe.
  When she’s feeling especially dramatic (or needs to make a statement), she dons her version of “trad goth witch”—a richly layered look of flowing coats, ornate jewelry, and ceremonial details that, ironically, outdoes her family’s formalwear in both effort and impact. But as Jessica says, “At least this straightjacket is my own.”
  Beyond fashion, every outfit is layered with magical intent. She’s never without protective enchantments—be it a pentagram necklace hidden beneath her shirt, rune-etched rings that deflect hexes, or a coat stitched with wards into the lining. Even her accessories serve dual purposes: aesthetic and arcane. She wears her power like armor and her style like a spell.

Jessica Fairfax may travel light, but every item she carries is chosen with purpose and enchantment in mind. Beyond the usual tools of a witch—chalk, salts, ritual cords, and herbs—she favors several key pieces of equipment that have seen her through more than one supernatural crisis:
  Wrought Iron Dagger:
Forged from true cold iron, this dagger is her go-to weapon against fey and spirit creatures. While it lacks flair, its raw, grounding presence makes it one of her most reliable tools in Otherworld encounters.
  Hag Stone:
A naturally holed stone, strung on a leather cord or kept close at hand. It allows her to pierce illusions and glamours, see through enchantments and aid greatly in counter spells and magical attack redirection. A quiet but essential part of her kit.
  Lightning Wand:
Claimed as a trophy from a defeated hag, this wand is as powerful as it is temperamental. Carved from the heartwood of an oak tree struck by lightning and tipped with polished amber, it crackles with stored storm magic. Jessica affectionately calls it “the magical equivalent of a Desert Eagle”—unsubtle, overpowered, and brilliant for making a point when subtle spells won’t cut it.
  Warded Trench Coat:
Her signature garment, this battered black leather trench coat is more than just a statement piece. Jessica has painstakingly stitched defensive wards into its lining—protection against physical harm, magical projectiles, energy attacks, and malevolent spirits. It’s durable, enchantable, and—most importantly, in her eyes—covered in functional pockets to hold her tools, trinkets, and talismans.

Jessica Fairfax was born into one of the most infamous magical dynasties in North America—a legacy both ancient and tyrannical. As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, she was not merely a child, but a prophecy. From the moment she drew breath, her life was shaped by expectation, ritual, and the cold, suffocating weight of legacy.
  The Fairfax family claimed descent from Morgana Le Fey herself, and Jessica's birth was heralded as a magical event in its own right. Her father, Victor Fairfax—a cold, iron-willed patriarch steeped in fey witchcraft—saw her as the crown jewel of his bloodline, a perfect vessel of magic bred through generations of deliberate lineage control. Her mother, Annabelle Ashcroft-Fairfax, descended from the powerful Salem witches, ensured Jessica's upbringing was one of harsh tradition, calculated cruelty, and exacting magical instruction.
  Jessica’s childhood was one of gilded isolation. The Fairfax Estate, located on a secluded island off the coast of New Hampshire, was a place of enchantment and dread. Behind ivy-draped stone and iron wards, Jessica was raised alongside six elder sisters and one illegitimate half-brother, Edward. Each sibling, shaped by their own traumas and rivalries, became a fragmented mirror reflecting the dysfunction of their lineage. Most treated her as a rival, a disruption to the carefully balanced hierarchy, while others—like Edward and Beatrice—vacillated between protectiveness and envy.
  By the age of seven, Jessica was summoning spirits and weaving charms beyond the grasp of most adult witches. By twelve, she was fluent in the three tongues common among the fey courts, (Irish, Scottish and Welsh). Yet her talents never earned her true affection. Instead, they deepened the chasm between her and her family. Every act of brilliance was a confirmation of her role as the “chosen one”—and a threat to her siblings’ place in the family order.
  Jessica’s magical education was relentless. Her tutors were not kind. Fey emissaries tested her will with trickery. Her parents drilled her in glamour, geas-binding, and cursecraft until her hands bled. Failure was punished harshly; success, met with indifference or increased pressure. Her childhood became a crucible—one that forged not just power, but resistance.
  By her teenage years, Jessica had begun to rebel. She sought out forbidden books, asked dangerous questions, and explored Otherworld portals without permission. Most damningly, she began to see her family's legacy not as a mantle to uphold, but a curse to break. This defiance did not go unnoticed. Her father and Victor and Annabelle attempted to reassert control, subjecting her to harsher rites and surveillance. But Jessica had already begun forming outside contacts—both mundane and magical.
  Eventually, the breaking point came. After uncovering one of her father's darker rituals involving bound spirits and human sacrifice, Jessica refused to remain silent. Her attempt to intervene nearly destroyed part of the family estate—and left her branded as a traitor.
  Rather than publicly admit that Jessica had defied the will of the Fairfax dynasty, her father issued an official statement declaring she was on a “pilgrimage” to deepen her magical maturity and reaffirm her loyalty to the family. In truth, it was exile masquerading as tradition—an elegant lie to save face. Jessica had not left willingly, and the family had not let her go with grace. She was too valuable to simply destroy, too central to the bloodline's future to cast aside completely. Instead, Victor Fairfax made her disappearance part of the performance—while secretly placing a bounty on her head. To the magical underworld, Jessi became both target and trophy, hunted not for vengeance, but for retrieval. Victor doesn’t want her dead—he wants her broken, returned, and re-forged into a weapon of his own making.
  Instead, Jessica flourished.
  With no one to fall back on but herself, Jessica became a wandering witch—earning respect through grit, innovation, and compassion. She ventured through leyline nexuses, faerie markets, and wild landscapes where magic flowed like blood beneath the skin of the world. She honed her talents not in isolation, but through experience, learning new traditions and forging a path unlike any her ancestors had dared tread.
  In recent years, Jessica has become a quiet legend among the hidden magical community. Known for her blend of classical ritual magic and street-smart improvisation, she is a sorceress of two worlds—trained by tyrants, tempered by exile, and guided by a sense of justice stronger than the chains of her bloodline.
  Though she remains estranged from most of her family, Jessica carries the legacy of Morgana Le Fey not as a birthright, but as a burden she intends to reshape. She does not want to rule, nor to destroy, but to protect—to break cycles, and to make space for the witches who come after her to live free.
  The Fairfax name may be etched in blood and ambition, but Jessica writes her story in defiance—one sigil, one act of mercy, one spell of rebellion at a time.

Jessica identifies as a cisgender woman, though her expression of femininity is uniquely her own—neither beholden to the cold elegance expected of a Fairfax daughter nor the romanticized image often associated with witches of her lineage.
  Her identity is quietly resilient, forged through years of pressure to conform to the image her family demanded: poised, perfect, powerful. But Jessica’s womanhood is something she reclaimed on her own terms. She blends strength with softness, arcane wisdom with punk defiance, and carries herself with a grounded self-assurance that rejects both victimhood and perfection.
  Though she was raised in a hyper-controlled, tradition-bound magical dynasty where gender roles were steeped in archaic expectations, Jessica resists those molds. She expresses her femininity through ritual, fashion, and resistance—favoring sharp eyeliner, leather jackets, and enchanted sigils scrawled in lipstick as both aesthetic and armor. Her identity is not a performance for anyone else's gaze, but a symbol of the power and agency she carved from the ashes of her exile.

Jessica is unashamedly bisexual, and this aspect of her identity has always been one of the few things the Fairfax family never sought to control. In a household obsessed with bloodlines, legacies, and magical potential, romantic preference was seen as irrelevant so long as the results served the family’s goals. Like many traditional witch lineages, the Fairfaxs viewed sexuality as fluid, natural, and largely immaterial to power—an area where they aligned more with arcane pragmatism than mortal moralism.
  For Jessica, this rare pocket of freedom became a quiet rebellion of its own. Her relationships, flings, and affections were hers alone—unfiltered by legacy, expectation, or duty. She's had lovers of all genders, some fleeting, some tender, a few lasting long enough to leave sigils burned into memory.
  Unlike the cold control that shaped much of her upbringing, Jessica’s bisexuality is a space of joy, passion, and unapologetic truth. She doesn’t flaunt it—but neither does she hide it. Love, for her, is like magic: messy, dangerous, transformative—and worth the risk.

Jessica Fairfax received an elite, comprehensive education—equal parts ancient arcana and modern academia. From the moment she could read, she was immersed in a relentless regimen of learning curated by her parents and the most sought-after magical and mortal tutors money could secure. Her days were divided between ritual instruction and rigorous scholarly study, expected to master not only witchcraft, but the broader intellectual disciplines befitting a scion of the Fairfax name.
  Her magical education emphasized fey witchcraft, ritual theory, leyline geomancy, and the dangerous depths of Le Fay bloodline magic. Annabelle ensured she learned every spell, rite, and historical atrocity their lineage had committed or survived. Victor, in contrast, drilled her in magical politics, strategy, and metaphysical philosophy, often through cruel tests cloaked as “lessons.”
  Academically, Jessica excelled in history, literature, mathematics, and the sciences, with a particular love for mythological studies and symbolic logic. She reads and writes fluently in several ancient tongues—including Latin, Old Welsh, and Enochian—and her grasp of modern language arts is equally formidable.
  Though her education was meant to mold her into the perfect magical heir, Jessica used it to become something her parents never anticipated: self-aware, critical, and independently powerful. Her knowledge is not just vast—it is sharp, hard-earned, and deeply personal.

Jessica’s employment history is an eclectic patchwork stitched together by survival, rebellion, and a touch of arcane flair. Since her exile from the Fairfax estate, she has operated primarily as a freelance magical consultant—a kind of supernatural problem-solver-for-hire. When something goes bump in the night, leaves claw marks in your ceiling, or whispers secrets from behind your mirror, Jessi is the one you call.
  Unofficially, she describes herself as a "magical rat catcher," specializing in the dirty, dangerous, and often thankless work of banishing curses, unbinding spirits, dismantling hexes, and solving esoteric mysteries that most mages are either too proud or too afraid to touch.
  Outside of that, she’s taken more mundane work when coin (or quiet) was needed. She’s spent time behind the counters of dusty occult bookstores and eclectic magic shops—places with more incense than customers and more secrets than receipts. She’s also read fortunes and sold handcrafted charms and minor spellwork at the Goblin Market, navigating that volatile and dangerous space with the same streetwise grit that’s kept her alive elsewhere.
  Though she holds no formal magical office or guild license, Jessica’s reputation precedes her in certain circles. To the right people, she’s a trusted—if unpredictable—expert in the uncanny. To others, she’s a rogue witch with too much power and not enough allegiance.

Jessica Fairfax considers her greatest achievements to be the lives she’s saved and the supernatural threats she’s overcome—often alone and outmatched. Two cases in particular define her growing reputation in the magical community.
  In Whispering Pines National Park in Maine, Jessica was hired as a “psychic consultant” to aid in the search for a missing hiker, Joel Weissman. What began as a routine consultation quickly escalated into a descent through a magical doorway into the Otherworld, where she uncovered a predatory hag preying on the lost and vulnerable. With only her wits, spellcraft, and a protective mother bear at her side, Jessica invoked ancient spirit magic—turning the bear into a vessel of divine wrath. Together, they slew the hag, rescued Joel and the bear’s stolen cubs, and sealed the portal to prevent further abductions. It was her first full crossing into the Otherworld alone and marked her transition from a hedgewitch in exile to a force worth reckoning with.
  Later, in Berlin, New Hampshire, she investigated the disappearance of a teenage girl tied to dangerous mirror magic. The case led her to an abandoned House of Mirrors where she discovered a doppelgänger had replaced the girl. Alone and outmaneuvered, Jessica negotiated with the Winter Court to summon a Sidhe knight as backup. While she clashed with the creature, Jessica wielded blood magic and true name invocation to banish the doppelgänger. The girl was saved, but Jessica walked away with a magical debt—an owed favor to the Winter Court, due on the coming Solstice.
  These victories—earned through courage, ingenuity, and raw magical talent—stand as proof that she is more than her lineage. She is a witch in her own right.

Jessica Fairfax isn’t easily embarrassed. For someone raised in the marble halls of a prim, proper magical dynasty, she’s shockingly unfazed by the strange, the crude, or the nakedly weird. She’s danced with faeries under moonlight, bartered with goblins, and once hexed a warlock with a glamour that gave him hiccuping fits during every romantic encounter for a year. Social shame isn’t her burden.
  But failure? That lingers.
  The wound she carries most quietly is the fate of her half-brother Edward and her sister Beatrice. She once believed she could reach them—rescue them from the cold machinery of the Fairfax legacy. Edward, her protector in childhood, now serves their father’s will as a mercenary with a cursed blade. Beatrice, once her closest sister, now acts as their mother’s mirror: poised, powerful, and increasingly cruel. Jessica can't help but wonder if she could’ve changed their path had she defied their family sooner… tried harder… seen more.
  She hides it well, but the idea that her other sisters might still be turned from the darkness—that the bonds of sisterhood might be reforged before it’s too late—clings to her like old perfume. She fears they’ll become like their parents: beautiful monsters in velvet cloaks. And though she’s escaped, a part of her is always looking back, hoping they’ll follow as much as she fears it.

Jessica would joke that she collects mental trauma like a geek collects anime posters—loud, bright, and tacked to every wall of her psyche—but the humor is a shield. The truth runs deeper. Raised as the crown jewel of the Fairfax line—the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and a seventh son, the magical scion of two ancient houses—Jessica grew up bathed in expectations so heavy they felt like sacred scripture. She was never struck, never screamed at, never belittled. Her parents didn’t need to be cruel to break her into shape. Love was conditional, cold, and transactional. Excellence was the currency, and she paid in full.
  As a child, she wore their approval like a princess wears her tiara. She basked in her father’s pride when he called her his "smart little girl" and glowed under her mother’s rare nods of approval—“a credit to the Fairfax and Hawthorne bloodlines.” What she didn’t see, not then, was how that same favor cast long shadows across the rest of the family. Her sisters, once companions in ritual and play, grew distant, bitter, and sharp-edged. Her half-brother Edward, once her protector, withdrew into swordsmanship and quiet anger—until he became her father’s blunt instrument.
  Now older and painfully wiser, Jessica carries a gnawing guilt. Not for what she did, but for what her presence helped shape. She can’t help but wonder—if she’d realized sooner, if she’d said something, rebelled earlier, broken rank—could she have saved them? Could she have stopped them from becoming so much like the people who raised them? That question haunts her still.
  And though she’s escaped, and forged her own path, there’s a part of her that will always ache for the childhood she didn’t know was broken… and the family she couldn’t fix.

Jessica Fairfax is sharp in every sense of the word—clever, quick-witted, and unafraid to let it show. Her mind moves fast, weaving together logic, lore, and intuition with the ease of a natural-born prodigy. She has the scholar’s hunger for knowledge, the witch’s instinct for mystery, and the survivor’s knack for reading people before they speak. She can recite obscure occult theory one moment and eviscerate someone’s ego the next—all without raising her voice.
  At her best, she’s whimsical and fey, with a glint in her eye and a teasing word on her lips. Her humor is dry, intelligent, and layered—equal parts bard and trickster. But let someone cross a line, insult someone she cares about, or underestimate her because she’s young or soft-spoken, and that charm hardens into something cutting. Jessica can dress someone down with the precision of a scalpel—no magic needed. Her words hit like hexes, and more than one smug occultist or pretty-boy vampire has walked away from a conversation with her feeling like they’d been hexed… only to realize later, no spells had been cast. Just words. Perfectly chosen, perfectly delivered.
  She's a Fairfax, a Ashcroft, and a La Fey by blood—but her intellect? That’s all her. And she’s not afraid to use it.

Jessica Fairfax walks a path shaped by old magics and hard-won self-awareness. Raised in a household steeped in the traditions of dark fey-aligned eclectic paganism and New England Witchcraft—both rooted in the shadowy soil of Old World English traditions—Jessica was taught that power came with cost, and control required cruelty. Her family taught that morality was malleable, a tool to be shaped and wielded like any other spell. But Jessica saw something deeper in those rites and rituals—something sacred and beautiful beneath the control and cruelty. Where her parents leaned into power for dominance, Jessica learned to wield magic with purpose and compassion.
  After escaping her family’s grip, she expanded her spiritual and philosophical horizons. Now, she describes herself as an eclectic polytheist, drawing inspiration from a variety of sources: traditional paganism, spirit work, bits of animism, ancestral reverence, and even select Wiccan moral principles—though she would never call herself Wiccan. She respects the Wiccan Rede, but believes moral complexity can’t be distilled into a single rhyme. She embraces nuance: balance over absolutes, intention over dogma, personal accountability over inherited authority.
  Jessica believes in the power of choice, in justice rooted in empathy, and in the responsibility that comes with magic. To her, true witchcraft isn’t about dominance or obedience—it’s about connection, boundaries, and the courage to protect what others discard. She seeks harmony when possible, protection when necessary, and doesn’t shy away from darker tools when they serve the right purpose. She walks the crooked path, not in spite of her ethics, but because of them.

Jessica is a witch in the truest sense—one who understands that walking the magical path means discarding many of society’s norms while embracing others few dare to acknowledge. Her life is governed not just by personal principles but by arcane taboos that carry real magical weight. Certain numbers for example hold particular power for her: three, six, and nine are sacred, tied to patterns of energy, balance, and transformation. To her, they are not superstition—they are structure, the scaffolding of spellwork.
  When Jessica swears an oath three times, it binds her. The words themselves become an enchantment, and to break that oath risks invoking a curse upon herself—one drawn not from a vengeful god or family hex, but from her own magic turning inward. These magical taboos are not just symbolic; they are deeply rooted in her craft, woven into the foundations of her spellcasting, her wards, and her rituals.
  Some might see her adherence to arcane taboo as self-limiting, but Jessica sees them as sacred contracts—unseen pacts between her and the forces she channels. They give her magic its potency, its edge. But like all true taboos, they cut both ways. In moments of urgency or personal conflict, they can become burdens, forcing her to honor promises even when the cost is high. Still, she accepts that price. For Jessica Fairfax, magic without consequence is no magic at all.

Jessica Fairfax is driven by a complex mix of conviction, guilt, and rebellion. At her core, she believes that magic is not something to be hoarded, suppressed, or weaponized for power alone—it is a birthright and a responsibility. Those who wield it, she insists, should stand between the innocent and the monstrous, especially when the predators wear familiar faces or speak in ancient tongues.
  She’s haunted by the knowledge that, as a child, she was everything her parents wanted—a perfect vessel for their legacy. And in doing so, she hurt the people she loved most. Her sisters resented her. Her half-brother drifted into their father's cold, controlling orbit. Jessica didn’t see the cracks she stood atop until they had already begun to split, and she carries that guilt with her like a phantom limb.
  Now, she fights to be better—not just better than her parents, but better than the legacy they tried to forge through her. Every life she saves, every monster she banishes, every child she teaches or protects is another brick in the foundation of a future she hopes is nothing like the world she came from.
  And beneath it all, perhaps most quietly, she wants the world to know: the Le Fay bloodline isn’t cursed by nature. It can be more than ruthless ambition and faerie pacts. It can be grace, willpower, and kindness sharpened into something beautiful.

Savvies:
  Ritual magic & spirit work
  Lorecraft and magical theory
  Quick-thinking under pressure
  Bluffing the supernatural
  Fashioning glamours & enchantments on the fly
  Ineptitudes:
  Mundane modern technology (especially computers)
  Hiding her disdain for authority
  Letting go of guilt
  Playing nice with elitist covens and "puritanical" people
  Not crushing on rebels, punks, geeks, nerds, outlaws and outcasts

Likes:
  Goth & Punk Music: Jessica’s playlists are a storm of distortion and feeling—bands like The Cure, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Misfits, and Sex Pistols speak to her soul. Their music gives voice to the pain, rebellion, and emotional intensity she rarely says aloud. It’s not just aesthetic—it’s therapy.
  Clothing & Fashion (on her terms): Raised in a world of high-society formality, Jessica rebelled by developing a taste for goth, trad witch, and punk fashion. She loves curating outfits that are equal parts magical armor, personal expression, and unapologetic statement. Flea markets, thrift stores, antique stalls, and pawn shops are her sanctuaries—where she hunts for hidden treasures that reflect her spirit.
  Magic, the Occult, and the Supernatural: This isn’t just a job—it’s her birthright, her obsession, and her calling. She’s endlessly curious about lost grimoires, magical history, cryptids, haunted places, and arcane mysteries. She studies them, lives them, and sometimes bleeds for them.
  BeaverTails: Since moving to Canada, Jessi has fallen head-over-heels for these flat fried dough treats—especially when coated in cinnamon sugar. She calls them “flat doughnuts” and no trip to the Halifax Pier feels complete without one.
  Absinthe: Not just an aesthetic indulgence—she genuinely enjoys the complex herbal taste. To her, it’s a sacred drink, steeped in occult history and fairy lore. She refers to it as “goth fuel” with a wink, but behind the joke is a genuine fondness.
  The Eccentric, the Misunderstood, and the Defiant: Jessica has a deep love for people who don’t fit in—rebels, punks, geeks, witches, and weirdos. She sees their spark and refuses to let society snuff it out. In every outcast, she sees a bit of herself.
  Dislikes:
  Controlling People: Having grown up under the suffocating expectations of her powerful magical family, Jessi has no patience for tyrants—magical or mundane. She respects people who impose discipline on themselves, but she loathes anyone who uses control as a leash on others.
  Self-Righteous Moralizers & Puritans: Whether they’re zealots in suits or witches who demand rigid purity in practice, Jessi loathes those who preach one truth for all. She believes spirituality and magic are deeply personal journeys, and anyone trying to force others to conform can “shove their sanctimony where the sun don’t shine.”
  Vampires: The real ones aren’t sparkly lovers—they’re charming parasites who feed on others and leave ruin behind. Jessi has seen their true faces and has no patience for the romantic delusions. “Burn 'em, stake 'em, don’t sleep with 'em,” she says, half-joking but very serious.   A Lack of Pockets: Jessi will cheerfully launch into a tirade about how women’s clothing often lacks pockets because of a long-standing “low-key anti-witch agenda” started by Puritan tailors. She insists good spellwork requires good storage and will go to absurd lengths to modify clothes with hidden compartments.

Tenacious Willpower:
Jessica doesn't just endure—she persists. Whether facing ancient curses, hagspawn, or mirror-born doppelgängers, she never backs down from what’s right. Her will is like iron under velvet: unyielding, but cloaked in wit and empathy.
  Magical Prodigy with Purpose:
Born into magical nobility as a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, Jessica possesses a vast and naturally deep well of magical energy. But it’s not her raw power that defines her—it’s how she uses it. Every spell she casts, every ward she weaves, is guided by principle and compassion, not ambition or dominance.
  Quick-Witted & Razor-Sharp:
Equally comfortable quoting grimoires or roasting arrogant sorcerers, Jessica’s intellect and tongue are legendary. She can verbally dismantle someone with a smile and three syllables, making her as dangerous in a debate as she is in a duel.
  Empathic & Protective:
Despite the coldness of her upbringing, Jessi developed a deep sense of empathy. She instinctively gravitates toward the lost, the strange, and the broken—offering protection, mentorship, or just the simple act of listening. She saves lives not for glory, but because someone has to.
  Eclectic Knowledge Base:
Jessica’s education spans fey rites, New England witchcraft, occult theory, magical biology, colonial-era spellcraft, and practical fieldwork. She's walked both Otherworld and shopping mall aisles, and that balance makes her incredibly versatile.
  Resilient Humor:
Even in the darkest moments, Jessica cracks jokes, usually at her own expense. Her gallows humor isn’t just a coping mechanism—it’s a weapon. It keeps her grounded, keeps her human, and sometimes unnerves her enemies more than any curse.
  Style as Spellcraft:
Jessica doesn’t dress to impress—she dresses to enchant. Her fashion is equal parts aesthetic expression and protective gear, laced with subtle enchantments, symbolic sigils, and layered wards. She is the glamor she casts.
  Familiarity with the Unfamiliar:
From changelings to cryptids, Jessi has a knack for navigating the unknown. Her open-mindedness and wide-ranging studies make her unusually good at understanding (and surviving) magical threats most would dismiss or fear.

Drinks Too Much Coffee:
Jessica runs on caffeine, adrenaline, and spite. Sleep is optional, especially when there's a mystery to solve or a ritual to prepare for. Her overreliance on coffee borders on addiction—she jokes it's the one bean she’d sell her soul for (again, joking... mostly).
  Clothes Horse & Makeup Fiend:
Her love of goth, punk, and trad witch aesthetics knows no restraint. She’s been late to a summoning circle because she couldn’t decide between boots, and don’t even think about rushing her eyeliner—it’s a sacred rite. She owns more lipsticks than most warlocks own grimoires.
  Jewelry Hoarder:
If it’s shiny, weird, or vaguely magical-looking, Jessi probably owns it. Her jewelry box is closer to a small dragon’s hoard than a personal collection. She’s convinced at least five of her cursed rings are just “misunderstood,” and yes, she wears them anyway.
  Absinthe Ritualist:
Dissolving a sugar cube over a slotted spoon? Essential. Drinking anything less than full ritual absinthe preparation? Unthinkable. She admits this proudly: “If I’m going to be an unrepentant magical goth bitch, I might as well do it with style.”
  Trust Issues (With Good Reason):
Growing up under manipulation and favoritism left scars. She questions motives, hesitates to rely on others, and has a deep fear of betrayal—even from those she cares about. Getting into her heart is like navigating a trap-filled castle with sarcasm as the drawbridge.
  Prone to Magical Overkill:
Jessica doesn’t always know when to dial back. If there’s a problem, she might banish it when a simple binding would do. She’s especially guilty of this when protecting others—it’s not subtle, but it’s effective.
  Carries Guilt Like a Curse:
Jessica bears the weight of her family’s sins like a second skin. She blames herself for her siblings’ suffering and believes her early eagerness to please contributed to their paths into darkness. She rarely lets it show—but it never really leaves her.
  Emotionally Guarded (But Still a Sap):
She’ll act cool, calm, and collected, but play a sad song or show her genuine kindness, and she’s liable to tear up before calling you an idiot for noticing. She hides softness behind sharp edges, but it’s there, tender and wounded and fiercely loyal.

Wiggles Her Nose When Casting Small Spells:
Not intentionally. Just a little twitch that happens when she's focusing. It’s been compared to a bewitched bunny. Denies it vehemently.
  Keeps Snacks in Weird Pockets:
You never know when a granola bar or emergency gummy worm will be needed—especially in ritual circles. Her coat is like a chaotic snack dimension.
  Collects Weird Buttons and Pins:
If it’s enamel and vaguely occult or absurd, it’s going on her messenger bag. Current favorites include “Hex the Patriarchy” and a cartoon possum holding a tiny dagger.
  Mumbles in Old English or Gaelic When Frustrated:
Usually when tech fails or a spell fizzles. Expect exasperated mutterings like “Be þu forcuþ!” or “Mo thruaill, damnú ort!”—which sound extra potent even when just aimed at a stubborn toaster. She also loves to swear in ye olde manner generally, because she insists it gives curses and insults more gravitas. “Goat-blooded knave” just feels more satisfying than a modern F-bomb.
  Secretly Believes Certain Colors are Lucky, (and being a witch they kind of are for her) She won’t wear bright orange unless she’s trying to get into trouble. Deep purple, on the other hand? “Power magnet.”
  Will Shamelessly Cast Minor Hexes on Jerks in Public:
Jessica hates to admit it, but she has her mother’s talent for curses—it’s practically second nature. Sometimes she doesn’t even mean to. Someone cuts in line, parks across two spaces, or blares their phone on speaker in a café, and suddenly a petty little curse slips from her lips like, “May a gull choose thee for target practice,” or “May your socks soak through with nary a dry pair nearby.” She claims she’s kinder than her mother, though, whose offhand hexes could make milk curdle in the glass or leave food tasting like ashes until sundown.
  Clutches Her Necklace or plays with her Jewelry When Anxious or Thinking:
Whether it’s her pentacle pendant, a warded ring, or some old charm bracelet from a flea market, Jessica’s fingers always find something to fidget with when her thoughts start spiraling. It’s part magical grounding, part nervous habit. Don’t call her out on it though—she’ll roll her eyes and insist it’s just something to do with her hands.

Jessica maintains impeccable hygiene—an ingrained habit drilled into her from childhood, not just for appearances but magical safety. In a world where a stray hair or drop of blood can be weaponized by a rival witch, cleanliness is protection as much as presentation. Her grooming routine is part ritual, part armor. That said, she also just hates feeling gross. If she has the chance to shower, change clothes, or reapply eyeliner after a messy spell or cryptid chase, she’ll take it. Always.

Despite a guarded heart and a turbulent past, Jessica Fairfax is rarely alone for long. Her sharp wit, magical prowess, and fierce independence have earned her a place in both mortal and magical circles—though she prefers the company of outcasts, oddballs, and those who walk the liminal paths like herself.
  Close Friends & Allies
  Heather McArthur – Best Friend, Ride-or-Die
An outdoorsy powerhouse with a heart of gold, Heather is Jessica’s anchor to normalcy. The two met while Jessica was attending Dalhousie College under, and their friendship quickly solidified over late-night adventures, coffee, and shared disdain for puritans and posers. She soon found herself sharing a townhouse with Heather and meeting her bestfriend James and housemate and other bestie Dani. Heather doesn’t know about Jessica’s magical lineage, but Jessi treasures her all the more for treating her like a person, not a prodigy.
  Danielle “Dani” Desjardins – Best Friend, Artistic Chaos Goblin
A pint-sized force of creative chaos, Dani is Jessica’s kindred spirit in rebellion and expression. Dani’s flirtatious, snarky, and artistic to her bones—dabbling in witchy aesthetics and sigil magic for inspiration more than practice. The two bonded over punk music, thrift shopping, and being too weird for polite society. Jessi adores Dani’s honesty, even if she occasionally has to reign in her more reckless ideas.
  James McEnroe The Cunning Corax– The Boy She Left Behind (and the Vigilante She Doesn’t Know He Is)
Jessica fell for James during their time at university—a sweet, awkward geek who made her laugh when she didn’t think she could anymore. She left to protect him from the wrath of her family, never knowing that he was secretly The Corax, Halifax’s brooding vigilante. She still carries feelings for him, quietly nursing the ache of a love interrupted, unaware that the very man she ran from is waging his own secret war against darkness.
  Magical & Occult Circles Independent Occult Networks – Jessica is known in smaller magical communities and esoteric circles across New England and the Maritimes. She’s offered consultation on supernatural matters ranging from leyline disruptions to fey incursions.
Goblin Market Ties – She’s sold charms and readings at least once at the Goblin Market, a dangerous and chaotic magical bazaar. Her reputation there is one of honesty, sharp wit, and dangerous heritage.
Minor Academic Associations – Though not formally affiliated, Jessica occasionally corresponds with magical historians, folklorists, and paranormal investigators under assumed names, offering insight and first-hand knowledge most only theorize about.

Family (Estranged) Jessica is a daughter of two powerful magical dynasties—the Fairfax and Ashcroft bloodlines—descended from fey witch royalty and New England witchcraft alike. Though raised to be her family's crowning jewel, Jessi ultimately rejected their cold ambition and manipulation, choosing her own path. While she has severed most formal ties, the influence of her family still looms large in her life.
  Father
Victor Fairfax
  Mother
Annabelle Fairfax Ashcroft
  Sisters (In order of oldest to youngest)
Catherine Fairfax
Elizabeth Fairfax
Margaret Fairfax
Victoria Fairfax
Eleanor Fairfax
Beatrice Fairfax
  Half-Brother
Edward Fairfax
  Her esteemed Ancestor
Morgana Le Fey

Jessica Fairfax identifies as an Eclectic Polytheist, drawing from a wide variety of magical and spiritual traditions—but her deepest connections lie with the fey realms and the mythic cycles of Arthurian legend. Raised in a family steeped in Old World witchcraft, she was taught to respect the elemental forces, ancestral spirits, and the arcane contracts of the fey. Her practice blends traditional English and New England witchcraft with personal devotion to nature spirits, faerie courts, and mythic archetypes—particularly those tied to Morgan le Fay, whom her family claims descent from.
  Jessica does not follow a single pantheon, but she honors gods, spirits, and ancient powers based on need, alignment, and intuition. She’s especially reverent toward figures representing liminality, wisdom, rebellion, and hidden knowledge. She holds a particular fondness for The Morrigan, Brigid, Hecate, and various unnamed forest spirits and fae lords and ladies.
  While not Wiccan, Jessica respects Wiccan ethics—particularly the “harm none” principle—but views them as guidelines rather than commandments. Her spiritual path is personal, pragmatic, and poetic—equal parts ancestral legacy, magical necessity, and deep emotional truth. To her, belief isn’t about rigid doctrine—it’s about connection, power, and honoring what walks unseen.

Jessica Fairfax is, perhaps unsurprisingly, highly socially adept. Raised among the upper crust of New England’s old-money elite, she was groomed in the art of diplomacy, etiquette, and silver-tongued charm. She knows how to navigate ballrooms and banquets, converse fluently with aristocrats, scholars, and magical dignitaries, and present herself with the poise expected of a Fairfax heiress.
  However, years spent traveling the supernatural underbelly of the world have broadened her social range. Jessica is equally comfortable in dingy dive bars, goblin markets, and haunted backroads. She can trade pleasantries over champagne or haggle for spell components in back-alley bazaars without missing a beat.
  Perhaps her greatest talent lies in her linguistic dexterity and verbal precision—honed by both necessity and instinct. When dealing with fey, demons, or spirits who twist meanings and trap the unwary in ironclad bargains, Jessica speaks with the care of a lawyer and the flair of a poet. She knows the rules of polite company and the unspoken laws of arcane negotiation—and how to turn both to her advantage.

Jessica Fairfax is a social chameleon with a razor-edged wit and a formidable mastery of persona-switching. She can shift gears in an instant—from the polished, catty drawl of a prim New England heiress to the brash, fast-talking swagger of a streetwise punk who’s not above dropping a creatively profane tirade or two. One moment she’s sipping absinthe and politely eviscerating someone with passive-aggressive barbs, the next she’s calling out a demon like it just insulted her boots in a bus terminal.
  This ability isn’t just charm—it’s a survival tool. Whether she’s navigating aristocratic occult circles, dealing with fey courtly nonsense, or getting information out of a shady bartender, Jessica knows exactly how to speak someone’s language—and how to weaponize tone, posture, and phrasing.
  She often gestures expressively when making a point, sometimes punctuating her speech with sharp hand movements or an arched brow that says more than words ever could. If she's irritated, her accent tightens. If she's relaxed, it softens into a lilting blend of old New England and fae-glamour sass.
  Behind it all is a very deliberate control. Jessica's mannerisms aren’t just natural—they’re calculated. She chooses how people perceive her. And more often than not, that perception works in her favor.

Jessica has always longed for a proper familiar—a magical companion that would share in her rituals, guard her sleep, and give side-eye to rude spirits on her behalf. Unfortunately, a life spent hopping between cities, realms, and tangled leyline crossings doesn’t lend itself well to pet ownership, magical or mundane. The closest she’s come is a Cu-Sídhe, a spectral Otherworldly hound bound to her through ancient fae summoning rites. Jessi doesn’t consider her a pet, though—she's an ally, not property, treated with the same respect and wariness one would afford a queen in disguise.
  As for hobbies, Jessica’s passions are deeply tied to her identity as a witch. She genuinely delights in spellcraft, ritual design, and magical experimentation, often scribbling sigils into her notebooks between other tasks or enchanting her outfits just for flair. She’s a fashion-obsessed goth-punk alchemist, always hunting down secondhand jackets, antique rings, or weird flea market finds that can double as arcane tools. Stitching protective runes into fishnet or lacing spellcraft into eyeliner are entirely normal parts of her day.
  Whether she’s thumbing through obscure grimoires, scouring thrift stores for the perfect accessory, or sipping absinthe under a full moon while communing with local spirits, Jessica lives and breathes witchy aesthetics and magical craft—half hobby, half sacred calling, and entirely her.

Jessica is fully capable of speaking with immaculate clarity, refined pitch, and an almost aristocratic cadence—the kind of polished enunciation drilled into her by generations of New England high society and private tutors. She can mimic the tones and patterns of old money, ancient fae courts, or formal arcane rites with effortless precision.
  But most of the time? She doesn’t bother.
  Jessica's natural voice carries the lilt and inflection of a New Hampshire native, tinged with the sarcasm, wit, and occasional vulgarity of someone who's lived in dive bars, dorm rooms, and haunted train stations more than gilded parlors. She slips between formal tones and streetwise slang like a seasoned witch slipping between worlds—and she enjoys the whiplash it gives people.
  When annoyed, frustrated, or amused, she’s known to mutter in archaic Gaelic, Old English, or obscure magical dialects—especially when modern swearing just doesn’t feel satisfying enough.

Jessica earns a modest but steady income from her work as a magical consultant, freelance curse-breaker, and supernatural troubleshooter. It's enough to keep her fed, housed (when she wants to be), and stylishly outfitted in thrifted goth finery. But when she encounters greedy, malicious, or exploitative people? That’s when the glamour magic comes out. She’ll casually slip them what looks like a thick wad of cash—really just glamoured paper, or in some cases literal garbage enchanted to seem priceless. Meanwhile, honest folks, small business owners, and kind strangers always get paid in real coin, sometimes with a little magical blessing on top. She’s not rich, but her wallet’s got bite.