The Zapelli family had been a family of immense power and status since many centuries ago. people searched for them for their abilities, passed down the family in many shapes and forms only to the female offspring. the power to read the unwritten, to see the unseen, the power to grasp the essence of vitality and borrow it. such immensity had their powers taken that humans and not alike revealed themselves before them, the borrower's of god's grace and favor, asking them to grant many of their wishes. that used to be the zapelli family until there was no female offspring born for several decades, making the lineage slowly rot. that was until ARIADNE ZAPELLI was given birth to by her mother of arabic decent and italian-greek father, only to be left an orphan at the tender age of a year old during an unexpected car crash. and so the zapelli family name ceased to exist.
the wealth? it was taken by the government. the status? hidden to never be revealed. and yet, even as ariadne grew in ignorance of her true lineage in the orphanage, she was never alone, for the unseen kept her company and guided her, the divine healer, towards the path she was destined without fail. towards a path others called her 'insane' and a 'fault of human nature' for grasping with honesty and confidence. she chose to become shy of her gift, keeping the divinity she possessed under wraps as her powers only grew in intensity while the years went by.
Now, in the small jazz cafe-bar ariadne owns, in a timid corner of the busy streets of la, not a single soul would be able to recognize the esteemed, young adult heir of the zapelli family, for not a soul would believe the sight of the divine healer flowing through the beats of tango in the middle of many a nights and pouring coffees for many a days.
