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"I thought you said that witches don't wear funny hats?"
"Its not a funny hat! Its a fedora!"
Dr. Eliza Nightingale is the protagonist of the Nightworld Chronicles. She is a 328 year old witch who is a forensic pathologist, private detective, paranormal investigator, exorcist and vampire slayer.
Born in Salem, 1677, she was raised as a white witch by her mother. She was only 16 when her mother was burned during the Salem Witch Trials and she herself was also accused by her stepsister, Abigail Williams. Found guilty of witchcraft and imprisoned, she faced the same fate. Eliza was rescued from their grizzly execution by a Warlock named Lancaster Olivier. Olivier was a Master Alchemist who had found the secret to eternal youth through achieving the Magnum Opus, a skill he then passed down to Eliza.
Although she has travelled the world many times, she always finds herself coming back to Salem, a sacred place of pilgrimage for her ancient religion.
Three Hundred Years later, Eliza Nightingale eis something of a fish out of water in modern times, but sworn by the ancient code of the Nightwatchers, to defend humanity against supernatural evil. By the year 2022, she became the assistant coroner of Salem, before moonlighting as a consultant for the FBI, working with the Night Crime Unit in Arkham, Massachusetts on cases involving the paranormal or the occult.
Eliza is a skilled investigator with an expert knowledge of forensics, and chemistry. She is also a skilful interrogator able to misdirect or calm subjects with both her words and her magick. Although she prefers to use her own magick or wits to get out of situations - She is adapt with firearms and hand to hand combat. Eliza can carry herself in a fight if required. Equipped with a ceremonial dagger of Silver, and an ornate, custom made pistol.
The exquisite engravings on her exotic silver plated Colt .45 handgun depicted runes and sigils of the numerous deities to which she paid tribute. Its trigger and hammer are flawlessly polished - The butt resembling a small sledge hammer.
Thirteen handcrafted .45 caliber hollow point silver bullets lay stacked inside the magazine and chamber - A holy number of her order. Each one shining in the light of the Moon. Each one crafted by the hands of Warlocks. Each one equally blessed by the grace of the Mother Goddess - Holy symbols, wielded by a true believer.
It was a weapon designed for one thing -Killing Vampires and other things which go "bump" in the night. Happily, its mahogany patina had proved remarkably resilient to years of driving stakes into the corrupted hearts of the living dead.