Janet Grant | Civilian

Full Name:Janet Grant

Nickname/Alias: Mrs. Grant

Age/Date Of Birth: January 2, 1967

Race: Human

Occupation: Lawyer

Species Group: Human civilian

Play-By: Courteney Cox







She is just a human being. Extremely intelligent, analytic and has a great memory, which makes her a brilliant lawyer.







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Likes (At Least 3):

❤ Order

❤ Cities

❤ Clothes

❤ Coffee

❤ Sushi

❤ Reading



Dislikes (At Least 3):

✗ Lies

✗ Hippies

✗ Demons (the hypothetical idea of them)

✗ Being told what to do



Fears (At Least 2):

☬ Hell

☬ Failing

☬ Tyson (her son)



Goals (At Least 1):

★ To be managing partner of her law firm

★ To be successful in life



Personality: She is the quintessential business woman – smart, tenacious, witty, and a real hardball. Like a grandmaster of chess, she is as known for outmaneuvering opponents as she is for her signature ensembles, enjoying suits and clothes that make her look elegant.

When she enters the room, the power immediately shifts in her favor because she has a way of controlling situations that is hard to compete with.

Janet has a lot on her plate with work, which is her everything. She’s fought tooth and nail to get in, stay there, and get to the top so that’s where she wants to stay. Her highly analytical mind always helps her stay ahead of every situation and come up with pans B and C, but the one part where she lacks is showing her emotions; as good of a lawyer as she is, she always found it hard to show her love for her sons, even believing she’d failed as a mother after disowned two of them and kicking out the last one—this, however, is something she would never admit, her pride won’t let her open up like that, so she takes refuge in her faith, believing that things happen for a reason, and that God wouldn’t have permitted it if it was wrong

Positives (At Least 3):

✧ Very intelligent

✧ Tenacious

✧ Relentless

✧ Highly analytical



Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ Stubborn

✦ Too sassy

✦ Judgmental

✦ Can be cruel

Parents: Daniel and Charlotte Evans.

Siblings: None, she was an only child.

Other Family: Her husband Brandon Grant and her three sons: Tyson, Jackson, and Sawyer Grant.

Important Others: Her coworkers.

History: Janet is the mother to Tyson, Jackson, and Sawyer Grant who she all raised. Her relationship with her kids isn’t that great, not talking to any of them besides Jackson. She’s incredibly religious and it’s the reasons why she disowned her sons for having demonic abilities and the other being bisexual. She’s a very stubborn, sassy, and ambitious woman which is why she makes for a great lawyer.

She grew up in a normal family, strict, catholic parents who made it clear that she had to study hard to make a future for herself. Janet went through law school and excelled at her job from the very beginning. She hoped for a normal life: married the perfect guy, had the perfect job and the perfect kids… that’s until she found out about her kids’ powers.

Taking refuge in her faith, Janet did what she thought was the right thing and kicked them out, believing that that’s what she was supposed to do: those were demonic powers, after all. The woman never really thought about it, instead she buried herself in load and loads of work.

And that’s precisely what she had been doing: leaving work. Last thing she knew was that she got into an elevator and when she got out? She wasn’t home anymore









Alias: Thea

How did you find us?: Disboard

Experience: Been rping for several years

Other Characters: Becca, Odette

RP Sample: The night was cold, colder than it should have been in the middle of summer even for New Orleans and its dense fog. It was a thing, the weather acting weird whenever the witches were at it and Thea knew that all too well, remembering how things were back when she was a kid. Back then she didn’t understand it, though, and the fact that her mother had decided not to take part of the coven made her even more of a stranger to the magic within her blood. But now? Now that her childhood was part of her past and after her parents got killed by the witches because of the very same reason that had made her a normal human being, unbeknown of her family’s roots… now she was back to get rid of them all. And it was cold, so cold that the air chilled her bones and made her shake; or maybe the shaking was due to the anticipation and the fear of what the blonde was about to face. She wasn’t an expert after all: only a twenty years old girl with a mission and the will to go through with it: kill the witches, kill them all.


So she walked down the street towards the Saint Louis Cemetery No. 1 where she knew the coven would be, the fog keeping her eyes from what was more than a couple steps ahead and the click-clacking of her boots the only sound as they hit the concrete of the road. No cars, no people, no animals. Black magic has that effect, you know? Keeping everything away when it’s acting and killing anything that tries to stand on its way. But the huntress was prepared. She’d gotten a very old gun, said to be forged in Hell itself and supposedly, it would kill any witch or monster or demon without a chance of them ever coming back. The Godkiller. So while walking, the young woman thought about how she’d gotten where she was: the way her aunt Patrice had tried to convince Allison —Thea’s little sister— to become a dark witch, a part of the New Orleans coven, how it had resulted in both sisters not talking to each other for over a year despite the elder Rogers’ attempts to fix things, to keep her baby sister from turning into such a pitiful, disgusting thing until there was no choice left but to kill every single witch in the coven. Her own family, her blood. But she was a hunter of the supernatural and killing things like the ones she was about to face? It was her duty. If only she’d been doing it for more than a couple months now…


But now she walked, her attempts to keep her mind from veering into memory lane and anxiety from spiking into higher and higher levels failing miserably… it had been too long since the last time she’d been in the city and the huntress never thought she’d come back, even less to kill the witches that she so desperately wanted to ignore and forget. And as her brain wandered and her thoughts became more and more erratic, the white, thick walls of Saint Louis No. 1 became visible little by little, the black gates opened as if inviting her in and the fog coming out of them almost as if it was coming from inside of it. Maybe it was, she was about to find out. Stopping to check the M1911 that was tucked at the small of her back with the bullets created especially to kill witches and then wrapping her hand around the belt that carried the holster that kept the Godkiller safe, Thea’s blue-green eyes finally glanced up to read the plaque with the cemetery’s name on it. Just a moment, one moment to decide whether she could do this or not, whether she could take on a dozen unnaturally powerful witches all by herself only driven by the anger and resentment, the pain they’d caused. Questioning herself, she breathed in deeply, frowned and cleared her throat as if trying to get rid of the feeling of a lump in there and finally, she took a step forward...