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Zaarah showed up in Beacon Hills under the radar — transferring to the local college with a vague scholarship and a mysterious family history she doesn’t talk about. She lives in a cozy little apartment above a botanica her aunt runs, filled with strange herbs, protective charms, and candles that never seem to go out.
She’s got this calm energy, like she’s always observing, always listening to things no one else hears. There’s a natural magnetism to her — something that makes wolves turn their heads, banshees pause mid-vision, and kitsunes side-eye her like she’s more than just human.
Despite the chaos around her, Zaarah stays grounded. She’s witty, warm, and has zero tolerance for bullshit — the kind of girl who can defuse a supernatural fight with a deadpan joke, then hand you a homemade empanada after. Her laugh fills the room, her hoops are always big, and her nails are always on point.
She’s chubby, strong, and unapologetically herself — and though she doesn’t run with the pack (yet), there’s an unmistakable pull around her. Maybe it’s magic. Maybe it’s something ancient. Maybe Beacon Hills isn’t ready for what’s waking up in Zaarah.
