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Hope Mikaelson has faced many traumas in her short 18 years; the loss of her mother, father, uncle, having her body taken over by a mystical being, and the boy she was falling for betraying her. Now as she is finally trying to find peace, and move on with her life one thing, or monster that is, after another keeps knocking her down she just wants it to stop. There is only one way she can see that happening, and that is to disappear. Something she believes she should have just done after returning from Malivore, she allowed herself to slip back into her protector role, when in reality it was time for her to care for herself. That is what she is having to remind herself as she packs up her bag, something light that will not slow her down. With some last touches she lays a tied bundle of notes on what is no longer her bed, a spell wisps past her lips and off she goes into the night with no intentions of looking back.
It's been 5 years since the night Hope Mikaelson disappeared, after months of spells and search parties failing it was clear to everyone that she was not going to be found until she was ready. That didn't stop all her friends though from looking, for Josie could not believe that Hope would abandon them. Rumors of the evil Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter being loose out in the world had all supernatural creators on the edge of their seats, though after no murderous rampages occurred her existence seemed to slip from the forefront of most everyone's mind. What most failed to realize that the girl they were all afraid of was standing not far from them, in a most remote town in the middle of nowhere. No one had truly laid eyes on Hope outside of school grounds, and with the limited technology that Alaric allowed the students to use there are not many accurate depictions of her floating around. She was safe, though her guard was not completely released. As she knew of what monsters could be out there, the ones everyone believed to be myths, could still be after her.
Going from never really having to worry about money to needing it to survive, well it was an adjustment period for Hope. She grew up at a private school for the supernatural where their needs were taken care of, and whenever she was in New Orleans she never had to worry about the cost of something as her family had control over the whole place. Her first job only lasted about a month before her werewolf temper got the best of her, waitressing was not an option for her. Though that did open a door to where she would find the correct job for her, leading her to where she was today, a manager at a small little inn. That is where she is now, living her life as best as she can for as long as she can while trying to hide a small secret, counting down the days before she will have to move again for she can not stay, no matter how happy this town has made her.