Becca walked out of the bar and into the street. She nodded to the people who looked at her and then continued on her way. She walked in the streets, splashing through the puddles. She walked down to a nourriture place, deciding it was better to rest a little while. A cloche, bell jingled as she entered. A little woman came to the counter, gray-streaked red hair pulled into a bun. Her blue-green eyes were warm and inviting. Just like her shop.
“What can I get you?” the woman asked.
She had a strong accent, one Becca couldn't place.
“A hot cup of coffee,” Becca answered.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Becca moved to sit in a chair when the woman turned. She froze. On the back of the woman's neck was a tattoo. One Becca knew.
“Rain is wonderful, don't toi think?” Becca asked.
The woman looked at her.
“Yes. But I prefer the sun.”
Becca smirked.
“Rain is better. Wipes away any secrets.”
The woman turned back to her and Becca lowered the fabric on her shoulder. On her left shoulder was a matching tattoo. The woman looked at her, her face serious.
“Shallow is my name.”
“Sparrow.”
“Ah. The chosen one. I know of you. Come into the back. We can talk there.”
Becca nodded, making her way inside. Shallow closed up her boutique before joining her. She closed the door into the back room before making some coffee. She handed Becca a cup and sat in a chair across from her guest.
“We have much to discuss, Sparrow.”
“What can I get you?” the woman asked.
She had a strong accent, one Becca couldn't place.
“A hot cup of coffee,” Becca answered.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Becca moved to sit in a chair when the woman turned. She froze. On the back of the woman's neck was a tattoo. One Becca knew.
“Rain is wonderful, don't toi think?” Becca asked.
The woman looked at her.
“Yes. But I prefer the sun.”
Becca smirked.
“Rain is better. Wipes away any secrets.”
The woman turned back to her and Becca lowered the fabric on her shoulder. On her left shoulder was a matching tattoo. The woman looked at her, her face serious.
“Shallow is my name.”
“Sparrow.”
“Ah. The chosen one. I know of you. Come into the back. We can talk there.”
Becca nodded, making her way inside. Shallow closed up her boutique before joining her. She closed the door into the back room before making some coffee. She handed Becca a cup and sat in a chair across from her guest.
“We have much to discuss, Sparrow.”
'Alice'
In her civies
Name: ???
Alias: Little Red
Age: looks about 15 ou 16
Appearance: long, wavy blonde hair, light blue eyes, short-ish, skinny, has small fangs, white/yellow ears, small color tail
Costume: white, black and red skirt, black belt, loose white button up blouse,white tights, red flats, red capuche, hotte and torn cape
Civies: red hoodie, white jean shorts, goes barefoot, sometimes wears a red ou black hat, red glasses
Weapons: uses pistolets and a large sword, if no weapons simply uses natural instincts
Info/Personality: she's a freelancer, a little quiet, but serious a lot of the time, cares strongly for Kaylee and Russel, loves quarelling with Fin, is part wolf
In her costume
Betelgeuse
Secret ID: Benjamin Tricks ( Ben for short)
Age: 14
Personality: Ben is easily annoyed par his sister Bella, he often picks a fight with her of gets easily annoyed par her comments. He is very friendly and caring at times especially if his sister gets herself into trouble.
Appearance: Red hair and or eyes, but in public brown hair and green eyes.
Powers/Skills: he can fly like his sister but it is red why he flies, the sound of burning coal is heard when he takes off.
Relations: older brother to Bellatrix
Civvies: stripped red sweater and jeans with converse.
Other: he is very stubborn at times.
Dusk
