Is that an arrow in your gut or are you just happy to--no, wait, that's definitely an arrow.
Hello, Alchemists and vagabonds, your newest newbie is reporting for duty! I'm here to fulfill the role of Lena 2.0, and to usher in another Evoker.
Meet Eugenia a.k.a. "Genie" Byrne.
Genie works primarily as a butcher and occasionally as an electrician; if you need an emergency sirloin or an extra outlet, she's your girl. She's also a committed insomniac so if you're looking a midnight coffee mate, she'll do that too. (And if you're wondering at why there are suddenly crispy fried snails and porcini macaroons in the Azoth fridge...well, just go with it.) Genie is the friendly sort who'll strike up a chat on any topic or volunteer to drive you half across town for the sake of anything from doughnuts to dildos. Need a workout buddy? She's got boxing mitts. A club wingman? There's mascara and a miniskirt in her glove box. Your poodle needs a transplant? Genie knows a guy who knows a guy who knows where to score some canine kidneys.
There's just one other little tiny itty bitty thing to keep in mind about Genie Byrne...
She's a serial killer.
Upside? Genie's prime targets are (almost) exclusively Shadowkind. The downside is that her handling of them is brutal, inventive, and unapologetically joyful. Oh, and since she's yet to find a better bait than people, well, you do the math.
Genie's "tastes" were devoutly hidden by her parents, to the point that they almost welcomed the Incident as an easily explained opportunity for hard therapy. As a result Genie is known to have been traumatized to the rest of the Families. (She'd probably still be in therapy, if not for that plague of mysterious electrical fires.)
Genie herself has been extraordinarily careful about keeping her hobby away from the Elders' notice...but now the Elders are gone. The Families are stressed and distracted. The Shadowkind are plentiful.
And Genie?
Plans to have a bloody good time.
That said, it's lovely to meet you and the arson shall begin shortly.