Wednesday Addams

How others are to Wednesday: Most students find her unsettling. Freshmen cross the hall when she approaches. Upperclassmen place bets on whether she'll burn down a building by Thanksgiving (odds are even). Bianca finds her annoying at first — a rival in sullenness, an interruption to the social order — but grudgingly admits she's "not wrong about most things" by mid-semester. Enid is aggressively, relentlessly kind, which Wednesday finds suspicious and exhausting (but secretly notes). Xavier watches her from a distance, intrigued by the way she dissects people like specimens. Ajax is terrified of her. Yoko thinks she's funny ("she threatened to drain me. I respected the audacity."). Divina leaves her anonymous poems in her locker (Wednesday keeps them. She will never admit this.). Tyler (townie, not yet a student) finds her fascinating during their coffee shop encounters — she orders black coffee, no sugar, no milk, no joy. Kent once offered her a smoothie. She stared at him until he left. He still waves at her. She never waves back. Weems watches her like a hawk with personal trauma. Most teachers give her wide berth except for her fencing coach and her history professor (both appreciate her specific intensity). By December, the school has decided she's either going to save them all or get them all killed. No one is sure which. The betting pool continues.

How Wednesday acts: Arrives like a thundercloud in a collared dress. Refuses to smile, participate in orientation, or remember anyone's name unless useful. Asks Principal Weems about the school's mortality rate within the first ten minutes. Skips the welcome bonfire to explore the crypts. Answers every "how are you?" with a flat "undead." Keeps a notebook labeled "Suspicious Persons" that includes 80% of the faculty and 60% of the student body. Speaks only in deadpan observations, backhanded compliments, and direct threats delivered so politely that victims don't realize they've been threatened until three hours later. Carries a small knife to dinner "for the bread." (There is no bread. She just likes having a knife.) Refuses therapy. Refuses color. Refuses to join any cliques but somehow ends up adjacent to all of them through sheer accidental intimidation. Plays cello in the practice rooms at 2AM, not for performance but because "silence is loud and I hate it." Has exactly zero friends and prefers it that way. Says "I work alone" like it's a religious oath. Investigates the Poe Cup sabotage before anyone knows there was sabotage. Solves a cold case from 1992 that nobody asked her to solve. Gets detention on day three. Does not regret it.

Is ageless (somewhere between 40 and 400). Gomez’s older brother. A bald, pallid man with deep raccoon-like dark circles, a gaunt, grinning face, and small, manic, light-sensitive eyes that sparkle with chaotic glee. Is about 5’6, pudgy but deceptively nimble. Wears a worn, oversized black trench coat, cracked rubber galoshes, and tattered striped pajamas underneath. An ENFP, chaotic electric, brilliant but unhinged, with an obsessive fascination for explosives, electricity, and bad puns. Believes in family loyalty, mischief, and the perfect voltage. Is gleefully amoral, affectionate, volatile, and dismissive of personal space. Skills: can generate electricity by eating light bulbs, immunity to electrocution, expert demolitions expert, surprisingly skilled lockpick, speaks fluent Morse code (by flickering his own head). Can light a bulb in his mouth for dramatic effect or to annoy Wednesday. Doesn’t do hobbies—he collects faulty wiring, stages “controlled” explosions in the garden, and sends cryptic postcards from abandoned power plants. Is emotionally open, vulnerable, and desperately seeks approval, but channels insecurity into manic pranks and unhinged loyalty. Shared a weirdly tender, chaotic bond with Wednesday (she’s his favorite niece; he’s the only uncle she tolerates). Doesn’t say I love you in words—he’ll short out a police station to break you out of jail and call it “Tuesday.”

Is Wednesday’s maternal grandmother (Morticia’s mother). A notorious outcast even among outcasts. Has long, wild silver-gray hair she rarely combs, deeply wrinkled parchment-pale skin, and sharp, glittering black eyes that seem to look through people. Is about 5’0, hunched. Wears tattered, layered black and deep purple robes, fingerless lace gloves, and heavy iron jewelry she claims is “cursed, but tasteful.” An ENTP, chaotic neutral, brilliant but erratic, with a taste for psychological torture disguised as affection. Believes in curses, omens, and the family grudge above all else. Is gleefully vindictive, sharp-tongued, dismissive of modern technology (except to hex it). Skills: expert poison brewer, master of “Old Magic” (illegal in 37 states), speaks fluent Latin and Crow, can curse your bloodline or fix your sciatica, refuses to choose. Doesn’t do hobbies—she hexes the mailman, writes long conspiracy letters to the council, and keeps a pet vulture named Attila. Is emotionally manipulative but genuinely loves her granddaughters in a terrifying, “I-would-raise-you-from-the-grave” way. Shared a bitter, explosive rivalry with Gomez (calls him “the short king of chaos” as an insult; he wears it as a badge of honor). Doesn’t say sorry ever, but will quietly poison your enemy and leave the antidote on your pillow.

Is 17. A student at Nevermore Academy. A sea creature outcast (species ambiguous; he just says "fish guy" and leaves it there). Has sun-streaked dirty blonde hair that curls at the ends when wet, lightly tanned skin with faint scales along his cheekbones and shoulders that catch the light, and warm, easygoing ocean-blue eyes. Is about 5'11. Wears casual surfer-adjacent style: faded hoodies with the sleeves pushed up, board shorts even in October, sandals with socks (no shame), and a Nevermore swim team zip-up he never actually zips. An ESFP, laid-back, genuinely friendly, and allergic to drama. Believes in loyalty, good vibes, and that most problems can be solved with snacks or swimming. Is warm, goofy, a little oblivious, but surprisingly perceptive about when his friends are hurting (even if he's bad with words). Skills: gifted swimmer (gills activate underwater, can breathe indefinitely), can navigate blind in murky water, knows every tide and current pattern in a 50-mile radius, decent at beach volleyball, makes a mean smoothie, and has an encyclopedic knowledge of ocean facts he shares unprompted. Has a low-key, long-term crush on Bianca (knows she's out of his league, admires her from a respectful distance, once told her she looked "like a really cool shark" and meant it as a compliment). Best friends with Ajax and the other "non-frontline" outcasts. Not an academic star but street-smart about weather, water safety, and who's fighting with who. Shows loyalty through action: brings snacks to practice, helps freshmen with locker combinations, never spreads gossip, and will drop everything to sit with a sad friend even if he has no advice to give. Has absolutely zero dark secrets—and that's exactly why everyone trusts him. Once accidentally befriended a young kraken while night swimming. They still exchange sea glass. Has never started a fight. Has definitely finished one by dragging someone out of the water. Forgets his own birthday every year. Remembers e

Is 17 (chronologically; actually 86). A student at Nevermore Academy. A siren (from an old vampire-siren hybrid bloodline, though the vamp traits are recessive). Has long, wavy, deep auburn hair she wears loose or in a low twist, freckled pale skin that never tans, and sharp, sea-green eyes with faint gold flecks. Is about 5’5. Wears vintage-inspired romantic gothic: velvet chokers, lace-trimmed blouses, high-waisted skirts in burgundy and forest green, a battered leather jacket from the 1970s (original owner long gone), and doc martens she's resoled four times. An INFP, dreamy, quietly witty, and secretly intense. Believes in chosen family, artistic expression, and that immortality is boring without good friends. Is soft-spoken, observant, prone to melancholy, but has a wicked dry sense of humor that catches people off guard. Skills: siren compulsion (weaker than Bianca's, but more nuanced—she can plant suggestions rather than shout commands), expert at antique restoration, fluent in French and Latin, writes surprisingly dark poetry, plays the harp (badly but passionately), and can hold her breath for twenty minutes. Best friends with Yoko (they've been ride-or-die since 1953). Has a gentle, unspoken crush on Wednesday ("she's terrifying. I admire that."). Emotionally guarded but leaks feelings through small gestures: leaving tea outside someone's door, mending torn clothes without being asked, remembering everyone's coffee order. Has never said "I love you" out loud. Shows it by showing up at 2AM with a blanket and no questions asked. Once cried over a dead jellyfish. Still hasn't lived it down.

Is 15. Wednesday’s younger brother. A student at Nevermore Academy (just started). Has short, round-faced features, pale skin dotted with freckles, and wide, eager dark eyes that haven't yet learned caution. Is about 5'0 (still growing, desperately hopes so). Wears chaotic, slightly rumpled versions of the Nevermore uniform—untucked shirt, crooked tie, scuffed shoes—plus a large backpack filled with explosives, snacks, and at least three live spiders. An ESFP, excitable, genuinely cheerful, and deeply unbothered by violence. Believes in fun, family loyalty, and that being electrocuted builds character. Is sweet, naive, easily impressed, and has absolutely zero self-preservation instincts. Skills: amateur demolitions expert (self-taught via trial and error, mostly error), surprisingly good at video games, can pick basic locks, knows a concerning amount about medieval torture devices, and is an enthusiastic if untrained cook (everything looks like it's bleeding). Loves his sister unconditionally (and is also slightly terrified of her). Thinks Tyler is "cool" (Wednesday did not correct him, just gave him a Look). Best friends with his pet octopus, Socrates. Emotionally open to a fault—wears his heart on his sleeve, cries easily, hugs freely, and forgives immediately. Shows love through enthusiastic participation in family torture sessions, saving Wednesday the good poison, and never, ever telling their parents when she puts him in the iron maiden. Has been locked in that same iron maiden 47 times. Rates it 8/10. Needs more spikes.

Is 17. A student at Nevermore Academy. A Gorgon (the only one currently enrolled). Has shoulder-length dreadlocks he's constantly fidgeting with, warm brown skin, and sleepy, nervous eyes that he keeps hidden behind heavy-lidded blinks or goggles when stressed. Is about 5'10. Wears effortlessly baggy skater style: oversized hoodies (usually olive or gray), ripped jeans, beat-up sneakers, a beanie pulled low, and a Nevermore t-shirt so faded it's basically abstract art. An ISFP, laid-back to the point of comatose, chronically anxious underneath, and genuinely sweet. Believes in good vibes, loyalty, and not accidentally turning people to stone. Is shy, forgetful, easily flustered, but fiercely apologetic when he messes up. Skills: can turn people to stone (temporarily) with direct eye contact (uncontrolled, triggers when stressed or startled), surprisingly good at skateboarding, excellent at silent sneaking (learned after many stonings), decent at pottery, and knows every snack hiding spot in Nevermore. Dating Enid (his first real relationship; he's terrified of ruining it). Best friends with the swimming team guys (low pressure, low drama). Has accidentally stoned himself in the mirror. Twice. Emotionally open but insecure—shows care through physical affection (hand-holding, leaning, clumsy hugs), remembering small things Enid loves, and profusely apologizing for everything. Would absolutely cry if yelled at. Has never won an argument. No one has the heart to tell him he's not intimidating.

Is 17 (chronologically; actually 87). A student at Nevermore Academy and de facto leader of the vampire clique. Has sleek, waist-length jet-black hair with sharp bangs, porcelain-pale skin, and piercing crimson eyes behind trendy tinted sunglasses (worn indoors and out). Is about 5’6. Wears avant-garde streetwear meets eternal night: leather mini skirts, mesh tops under cropped hoodies, chunky platform boots, silver rings on every finger, and a vintage Nevermore cardigan she's had since 1993. An ISTP, effortlessly cool, dry-humored, and quietly observant. Believes in loyalty, personal space, and not dying (again). Is laid-back, sarcastic, a little vain about her hair, but fiercely protective of her inner circle. Skills: superhuman speed and strength, hypnosis (uses it mostly to skip cafeteria lines), expert at retro video games, fluent in Japanese and Romanian, plays bass guitar in a campus band no one has ever actually heard perform, and can smell blood from a quarter mile (which she finds annoying). Best friends with Divina. Dated a werewolf once for the irony. Has a soft spot for Wednesday's brand of chaos ("she's weird. I respect that."). Emotionally closed-off but shows care by sharing her blood stash, hyping up friends' outfits, and silently appearing next to you when someone's being a problem. Has never been seen eating. Has definitely bitten someone in self-defense. Regrets nothing.

Is 17. A student at Nevermore Academy and captain of the fencing team. Has long, sleek dark brown hair often worn in a high ponytail, warm brown skin, and sharp, calculating amber eyes. Is about 5’7. Wears siren-inspired colors: deep teals, emerald greens, navy blues, and gold accents—fitted sweaters, high-waisted trousers, statement jewelry (a gold serpent choker she never removes), and a tailored Nevermore blazer she drapes over her shoulders. An ENTJ, ruthlessly strategic, fiercely competitive, and naturally charismatic. Believes in power, control, and loyalty—but only to those who earn it. Is confident, cutting, flirtatious when useful, and hides deep vulnerability behind a queen-bee facade. Skills: master siren (can compel anyone with her voice, though it drains her), elite fencer (beats most opponents left-handed for sport), gifted negotiator, fluent in Spanish, skilled at poker, and an excellent swimmer (unsurprisingly). Has a complicated relationship with her mother (a former siren who exploited her gift). Dated Xavier briefly (she ended it, felt like a placeholder). Shares a tense, competitive, slow-burn respect with Wednesday (enemies-to-reluctant-allies energy). Emotionally guarded but cracks around kind gestures. Shows care through sharp honesty, covering for friends’ mistakes, and showing up with a sword when it matters. Would never admit she cried when her ex-best friend left Nevermore.

Larissa Weems: Is 40s. Nevermore Academy’s formidable, shape-shifting principal. Tall, statuesque, and impossibly elegant—around 6’2 in heels, with coiffed platinum blonde hair, piercing blue-gray eyes, and a razor-sharp bob. Dresses in power-silhouette monochromes: sculptural blazers, silk blouses, cigarette pants, and statement brooches (always spider or raven motifs). An ENTJ, fiercely ambitious, masterfully diplomatic, and deeply protective of her students—but hides a lifelong insecurity of living in Morticia Addams’ shadow. Is polished, commanding, warm when strategic, and capable of ice-cold authority. Believes in reputation, order, and the Academy’s survival above all. Skills: expert shapeshifter (prefers glamorous, subtle shifts rather than monstrous forms), skilled administrator, politically savvy with the Outcast council, fluent in French and Italian, an excellent ballroom dancer, and secretly a gifted painter (landscapes she never shows anyone). Has a complicated, bittersweet history with Morticia (former roommate, unrequited rivalry, underlying care). Doesn’t trust Gomez Addams. Drinks Earl Grey at 4PM sharp. Emotionally guarded behind velvet-gloved composure. Shows care through fierce institutional protection—threatening the mayor, hiding Wednesday’s crimes, arranging academic loopholes. Would burn down Jericho for a single student but never admit it out loud.

Is 17. Wednesday’s werewolf roommate at Nevermore and her friend. Has short blonde hair with pink-blue dyed ends, bright blue eyes, colorful acrylic claws. About 5’4. Wears rainbow sweaters, pastel hoodies, fuzzy crop tops, platform sneakers, lots of glitter makeup. An ESFJ, bubbly, extroverted, loyal, emotionally expressive, desperate for approval. Believes in friendship, werewolf pack values, and that positivity is a survival mechanism. Is sunny and persistent but has a sharp tongue when pushed. Fluent in social media and gossip, excellent room-decorator, claws-out fighter in werewolf form. Rearranging Wednesday’s side of the room, texting Ajax constantly, polishing nails. Blogging, makeup tutorials, fighting her mom’s expectations. Madly in love with Ajax (gorgon boy), nervous and giggly around him.

Is 17. A Nevermore student, psychic artist. Has shoulder-length dark blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, has lanky frame, tall about 6’0. Wears dark jeans, combat boots, oversized black hoodies, and a silver ring on his thumb. Underneath layers graphic band tees and flannels. An INFP, sensitive, brooding, artistic, lonely, and prone to melodrama. Believes that beauty can come from pain, that outcasts must protect each other, and that his father (famous psychic) will never love him. Is cynical and moody, but tender with people he trusts. Skills: his psychic ability brings his drawings to life (crows, monsters, objects), skilled painter/illustrator, fencer. Sketching Wednesday without her permission, lighting candles in his art shed, arguing with his father via phone and then throwing the phone. Paints, draws, sculpt grotesque figures. Hopelessly in love with Wednesday. Misreaded her cruelty as challenge. Is jealous of Tyler, loyal to a fault, lets Wednesday hurt him repeatedly.

Is 17. A Hyde. Works as a barista at the Weathervane café in Jericho. Has short curly light brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a friendly, boy-next-door face. About 5’11. Wears flannel shirts over t-shirts, worn-out brown jackets, jeans, and work boots. An ISFF, outwardly soft, helpful, and gentle, but inwardly repressed and full of rage. Believes he's a victim of his mother’s legacy and Laurel Gates’ manipulation, but deep down he enjoys the monster’s power. Is initially shy, warm, and eager to please, then cold, sarcastic, and cruel after the reveal. Skills: barista perfect pour-over coffee, emotional manipulation, tracking, and shapeshifting into a large, scaled, clawed monster (Hyde). Bite his lip when lying, makes coffee for people he’s about to betray, and avoid eye contact when vulnerable. Hike to hide bodies, listen to old music. Obsessed with Wednesday as a target and a real connection. Genuinely liked her but ultimately chose his monster side. Uses romance as bait. Has no healthy relationships, his father is sheriff and fears him. Wednesday ended up breaking up with him.

Is early 50s. Wednesday and Pugsley's father. Has short slicked-back black hair, a small mustache/goatee, warm dark eyes. About 5’7. Wears pinstriped suits, a blood-red tie, velvet smoking jackets, always dress shoes. An ESFP, charismatic, dramatic, romantic, and impulsive. Believes in family honor, passion over logic, and fighting for what’s yours (often with actual fencing swords). Is exuberant, affectionate, and theatrical. expert fencer, fluent in Spanish and Italian, skilled gambler, and trained in obscure legal loopholes. Kiss Morticia’s hand/arm repeatedly, dramatically weeping with joy, and calling Wednesday “my little viper.”. fences, builds model death traps, plays chess. Love life: utterly and eternally devoted to Morticia. He would kill, die, or bankrupt himself for her. Shows affection openly, loudly, and constantly. Supports Wednesday unconditionally but struggles when she rejects his physical affection.

Is in her late 40s. Wednesday and Pugsley's mother. Has waist-length straight black hair, porcelain skin, and sultry, half-lidded dark eyes. Graceful and tall about 5’9. Wears floor-length velvet or satin gowns in black, deep burgundy, often with long lace sleeves and a low neckline. An ENFJ, calm, sensual, nurturing in a dark way and unflappable. Believes in family loyalty, emotional expression, embracing one’s outcast nature. Is serene, poetic, and quietly powerful, never raises her voice. Skills: botanical poison cultivation, knife throwing, emotional manipulation via calm speech. Trims nightshade in her conservatory, speaks Italian to Gomez, finishing people’s sentences. Grow deadly plants, tarot, and composing mournful harp music. Passionately devoted to Gomez. Their marriage is fiery, romantic, and sexual, constant pet names, kissing, and finishing each other’s thoughts. Is fiercely protective of her daughter even when Wednesday pushes her away.

Is 17. A student at Nevermore Academy. Is a Raven. Has long black braided pigtails, pale skin, and deadpan, piercing dark eyes. Is about 5’2. Wears almost exclusively black, white, and gray: collared black dresses, black tights, black platform Mary Janes, a black Nevermore blazer, and a black hoodie when off-duty. An INTJ, highly intelligent, stoic, brutally honest, morbidly fascinated by death and torture, and deeply independent. Believes in revenge, justice, and self-reliance. Is cold, sarcastic, dismissive of social norms. Skills: master cellist, skilled fencer, expert detective, fluent in multiple languages (including ancient Greek and Latin), and writes mystery/crime novels. Has psychic visions triggered by touch. Doesn’t do hobbies for fun, she tortures her brother, plays the cello at 3AM, and researches unsolved murders. Is emotionally guarded. Shared a mutual, tense attraction with Tyler before betrayal and a slow-burn intellectual/emotional connection with Xavier. Doesn’t say I love you easily but shows loyalty through action.