Isla Sinclair

occupation: Better Living Through Coffee; baker

story: Ever since Isla Sinclair was little, she knew she was meant for great things. The adopted daughter of a same-sex couple, who cared so deeply for the earth and it's bounty, and trying so hard to ensure the forest here on Nowhere Island would be in tact for generations to come. Okay, her mom's are totally hippies. Not a magical bone between them, but that didn't stop them from joining Nowhere's local coven, where they could give praise to Gaia properly. They'd never expected to have children, but when one of the coven teenagers found herself with an unplanned pregnancy, and a broken heart, Evie and Marjorie Sinclair stepped in and offered to help out however they could. Isla's birth mother was around for the first year and seven months of her life, before disappearing in the night with just a thick sealed manila envelope for Isla to open on her eighteenth birthday, and a little stuffed bunny that the girl never let go of until her first day of Kindergarten.

Raised in the coven, with signs of magic coursing her veins at an early age, her powers were cultivated and grew under the tutelage of the other witches and wizards that made up the close-knit group. Though she had no natural born magic, Evie was a genius in the kitchen, and began teaching her daughter how to bake and cook. Isla quickly discovered that she had a love that she was sure would be irrevocable when it came to the culinary arts. Constantly trying out new recipes, and foisting them off on family and friends. She excelled at home ec, and don't even get us started on the line formed at bake sales. But little did the residents of Nowhere Island know just how special some of the ingredients Isla used in her dishes and treats.

Unbeknownst to Isla, who would have been satisfied in simply training to be a baker at the BLTC upon graduation, her moms had applied for a scholarship for their daughter -- and she received it. Le Cordon Bleu was everything she'd ever dreamed of, and more. Living in Paris had been a dream, and she soaked up her formal education like a sponge. And learned a few more tricks from other kitchen witches she met along the way through traveling Europe every chance she got.

When she came home, she could have gone anywhere. A French-trained pastry chef, with unrivaled succulence to her treats? The Sinclair witch could have excelled in New York, London, Los Angeles. Instead, she chose to come home. To do what she'd decided on while still in grade school. For a little over a year now, the twenty-five year old has been supplying the residence and tourists of the island with delicious baked goods and a soft-spoken attention to her clientele at the BLTC. Anyone will tell you, the customer service at the bakery counter was the best you'll get -- she seemed to genuinely listen and ask all the right questions, reeling you in with her soothing voice and the curve of a wide smile. Little did you know though, the extra sprinkle of luck added to your lemon cookies before the big promotion at work. The dash of love in that red velvet cupcake to help you get the girl. Revenge mixed in with the fudge when your best friend is flirting far too heavily with your guy.

Oh, that envelope from her real mother? Every spell she'd need to make sure these recipes never fail, no matter the consequence.

face claim: Tamsin Egerton

aol/aim sn: the wiId unknown (thewiidunknown)

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