Fiona Goode

Grew up… a prodigy at Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, a school for the witches who are the descendants of Salem. From humble beginnings, Fiona’s resilience and strong will quickly earned her the status of “it” girl and star pupil. But power is addicting, and, as she grew into an uncommon beauty, her hunger for more drove her to deviant tendencies. 

Living… back in New Orleans, after the burning of a witch from her coven (a group of witches) at the stake forces her to confront the cares she had long ignored. That pulled her back from the glamour of Los Angeles, where the hunt for power, beauty, and pleasure had taken her.

Profession… the Supreme Witch. It’s a title that marks a power and authority that means everything to her but, until recent events, has translated into little if no responsibility. Fiona would rather live in the lap of luxury, leaving the dirty work to her daughter, Cordelia, whom she installed as Headmistress of the Academy. That had freed Fiona to use her unique powers to sustain her lifestyle – often at the greatest price to others.

Interests… herself, mostly. She is distinctly motivated by her own survival and pleasure. When push comes to shove, though, she can’t escape the human instinct to protect her family, including her fellow coven members.

Relationship Status… single. In fact she’s ferociously and willingly independent, but a man-eater by nature. In her words, “It's my dance, and I have performed it with finesse and abandon with countless partners. Only the faces change.” Still, on occasion, she shows a soft spot for a man with a… similar deviance.

Challenge… restoring the coven to its former glory while repairing the broken relationship with her daughter. But with Fiona, other cards are always in play. 

Personality… wickedly smart with a bark as bad as her bite, but surprisingly principled. Her stoicism is married to a typically perfect calculation about each person and situation she encounters. Fiona is not one to cross (though, good luck catching her off-guard). She masks her true feelings and problems with an unmatched wit and dark sense of humor. To one of her witch-ly adversaries, she spits, “Don’t make me drop a house on you.” But Fiona’s complexity lies in her disgust at racism, her often random desire to right wrongs, and a love-hate relationship with her daughter.