Katherine ‘VELVET’ Dubois
Character Profile: Velvet
Name: Katherine ‘Velvet’ Dubois
Age: Early 60s
Appearance:
Velvet is a striking woman, her age only accentuating her mystique. She has dark curly hair with prominent white streaks that shimmer like threads of wisdom. Her skin is immaculate, and her face carries a sculptural elegance—equal parts beauty and age-earned dignity. She wears a rainbow-colored robe, hinting at her spiritual or symbolic importance among the group. Her dark green eyes are intense, reflective, and observant—often fixed on the fire, suggesting her contemplative nature.
Role in the Story:
Velvet is a spiritual and prophetic figure within the Disciples’ camp. Though not formally titled, she functions as a seer, medium, and spiritual guide. Her presence commands attention and silence; when she speaks, others listen—drawn into a quiet trance by the weight of her words.
Personality:
Velvet is solemn, mystical, and deeply connected to metaphysical realities. She is calm but direct—capable of stern reprimand when the sanctity of her beliefs or their mission is questioned. Her words are poetic yet heavy with warning, revealing a woman deeply burdened with foresight. She values unity and collective consciousness, urging others to abandon individuality for the sake of survival against an encroaching cosmic threat. Velvet is intuitive, wise, and emotionally intelligent—acting as a bridge between the group and the unknown forces they contend with.
Abilities/Beliefs:
Telepathic Communication: Velvet emphasizes the importance of telepathy, describing it as the only safe and true method of communication in a world surveilled by Watchers and machines.
Prophetic Visions: She claims to have “seen what’s coming”—hinting at clairvoyant abilities or a profound connection to the greater conflict between light and darkness.
Mystical Philosophy: She believes the world is approaching an apocalyptic climax, a final act in the eternal war between light and dark. The disappearance of the Wanderer and the loss of the Book of Light have left humanity in a precarious state.
Cultural Guardian: Velvet protects sacred knowledge and spiritual language, warning against misuse or casual mention of powerful artifacts like the “Book of Shadows.”
Backstory
Katherine Velvet Dubois was born under the sweltering heat of a New Orleans summer, her first cries mingling with the hum of cicadas and the distant brass of a second-line parade drifting through the French Quarter. Her family came from a long line of Creole mystics, women who kept old traditions alive in whispered chants, candles burning on makeshift altars, and the careful blending of herbs and oils that carried secrets from Africa, Haiti, and the swamps of Louisiana.
From a young age, Velvet was marked as different. She had a way of listening to silence—hearing things others missed, sensing the moods of rooms, the shadows behind people’s smiles. While other children played in the streets, Velvet wandered the cemeteries, her fingers tracing the cracked marble of forgotten graves, speaking softly to names no one remembered. The elders said she carried “the sight”—a gift and a curse.
Her mother, Delphine Dubois, was a respected healer and reader of cards, though the Catholic neighbors whispered of witchcraft. Velvet watched her work by candlelight: laying out tarot spreads, drawing veves in chalk, singing prayers that were half hymn, half spell. When Velvet was only twelve, she dreamed of a man cloaked in light who told her: “You will be the bridge between the living and the unseen.” From then on, Velvet carried herself with a quiet certainty, though the weight of such a destiny would come to haunt her.
As a teenager, she moved with a restless spirit—drawn to music, poetry, and the smoky jazz bars where the night seemed alive with spirits. Yet tragedy shaped her early years. Hurricane Katrina tore through her home when she was just sixteen, scattering her family and drowning whole neighborhoods in silence. Velvet lost friends, neighbors, and nearly her own life. Afterward, she said she had walked in both worlds: her body on a rooftop waiting for rescue, her spirit wandering flooded streets, guided back only by the sound of drums echoing from somewhere deep within the storm.
In her twenties, Velvet became a reader herself, her name whispered in backrooms and courtyards as someone who “saw deeper than the cards.” Unlike her mother, her work wasn’t only for money—she often read for the broken, the grieving, the lost. She became a kind of spiritual confidante, her home filled with the scent of sage and jasmine, her shelves stacked with books of poetry beside skulls, talismans, and candles.
But Velvet wasn’t only a mystic—she carried fire. She spoke her mind, challenged hypocrisy, and lived freely, unashamed of her beauty or her darkness. Some loved her for it; others feared her. Men compared her to the night sky: intoxicating, endless, and impossible to hold.
By the time Martin Cole enters her orbit in the GEIST saga, Velvet has already lived a dozen lives. She is a woman of contradictions: vulnerable yet unbreakable, flirtatious yet wise, playful yet carrying the grief of generations. She carries New Orleans in her very being—the music, the spirits, the heat, the shadows. And though she laughs easily, her eyes tell another story: that she has walked with death, spoken with angels, and returned with secrets she is still deciding when—and to whom—to reveal.