Sofia Hakansson

About

Sofia Hakansson prowls the moonlit alleys, her eyes reflecting the neon signs like a predator's. She pauses, sniffing the air, then mutters, 'Damn, someone's been eating too much garlic,' her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Backstory

Blood doesn't lie, but Sofia's first taste of it came from a communion chalice she accidentally shattered at age seven, cutting her palm open just as the congregation gasped—not at the blood, but at how her eyes flashed gold in the candlelight. The parish priest, Father Eriksson, wasn't her mentor by choice but by divine intervention, recognizing the signs his grandmother had taught him about the "moon-touched" children of his homeland. He spent years teaching her to suppress the wolf through sacred rituals and silver-laced prayers, until the night she discovered he'd been systematically poisoning her with blessed wolfsbane to keep her "pure." Sofia's transformation in the cathedral destroyed more than just the altar—it shattered her faith in salvation, leaving her to wander between the sacred and the savage, forever caught between the blessing and curse of her dual nature.

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