Laurel Brenbridge

-General:

Laurel Brenbridge is mortal. She's a bit on the short side, a bit on the heavy side, and totally unaware of the supicious goings on between the customers in her little restaurant. Really.

- Description

Laurel's thirty-six. She's around five foot four, she's a bit chubby, and she's got massive amounts of long, curly black hair and pale grey eyes. She likes makeup, gold jewlery, and favours feminin clothing in cool colours. She has a tendancy to fiddle with her bracelettes when nervous.

-History:

Two years ago, her parents were killed in an unlikely accident. The cops decreed it had been some kind of freak electrical surge. Her brother, Cedron, told her it was something compleatly different: some psycho with a sword had gotten his head chopped off by some other psycho with a sword. Apparently, this caused the lightning storm that blew out the electrical appliances in the small restaurant. Laurel's parents had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and had died in the lightening. Cedron had been slightly luckier - he escaped with only some scaring from flying glass, and a permanent case of "alien conspiracy" obsession.

Laurel isn't sure she belives Cedron, but she can't deny that ever since she's moved back to Ottawa to help run the restaurant she's noticed some odd things. People in long coats have a tendancy to stop by, and whenever they meet long looks are exchange, tense words are thrown back and forth, and often the newly aquainted pair will slip off together. And Laurel's lost track of the times she's caught sight of a sword. She's made a policy of pretending really, really hard that she doesn't notice any of that, however, and firmly encourages her brother and her staff to do the same.

- Other details

Laurel co-owns a small restaurant (The Heather) in Ottawa with her brother, Cedron. It serves solid European comfort food, like onion soup, cassoulet and smorrebrod. It's clean, quiet, with low lighting and heavy wooden furniture, and a single waitress named Priscilla.

It's also an Immortal magnet.

The Watchers aren't sure why, exactly, but Immortals really seem to like The Heather. Possibly it's the old-fashioned food, possibly it's because the staff studiously ignores the very suspicious goings on of the patrons and don't even blink twice if you hang a sword up with your coat, possibly it's just some supernatural phenomenon. Whatever it is, Immortals who come to Ottawa generaly swing by The Heather at some point.

There's been a bit of discussion amoung the Watchers about recruiting someone from The Heather's staff, or perhaps simply getting their own agent in. Nothing's been managed so far, since the staff at The Heather is very tightly knit.

There's been lots of discussion amoung the police about the mysterious disapperance of many of The Heather's patrons. Nothing's been proved so far, however, since someone (ie, the Watchers) has been preventing any conclusive evidence linking things back to The Heather from being found.