Juju Brown Voodoo Queen of Springwater

Name: Juju Brown , Voodoo Queen, The Shadowman, Prince of the gris-gris etc.
Age:27? (no one really knows for sure..it's impolite to ask)
Gender: male/female (shapeshifts )
Race: Witch
Powers: Spellcraft, potion making, enchanting, charm making, clairvoyant, can sense spirits, possession of animals, spirit binding, shadow control (most of this stuff requires some rituals and shizz)
Skills: possession, exorcism, extensive knowledge of voodoo, intensely persuasive and seductive, rootwork (magical botany), certified hairdresser and cosmetologist (had to be to run salon), businessman/ woman, organ harvesting, voodoo ministry (in the religious sense)
Occupation: Voodoo Queen/ Owner of Hair Salon
Likes: Musicals, spectacle, being extra, sass, gardening, a crowd, makeup, fashion,getting to dress up,  mischief, Erykah Badu (her/his spirit animal), snakes (other spirit animal), kitties (you get the point)  fine liquor, soul music, gossiping, secrets, indulging in guilty pleasures
Dislikes: The stoic and glib, police, waiting in line, being treated like a 'everyday person'
Appearance: Whether man or woman Juju is nothing if not captivating. With cinnamon brown skin always smooth, svelte figure, deep brown eyes, and a sense of style that catches the eye, his/her hair is always kept shining and lively, whether kept in braids or a wild afro. They walk with a certain 'street regality' , their lips full and glossy, nails shining and manicured, ears shining with rings and always listening for the next word of piping hot gossip. While in ritual they become something captivating and near divine, as though infused with the presence of a Loa themself. They always look good and they're damn proud of it, because it takes work. As a man he is tall and slim, handsome and flamboyant, fingers laid out with rings and, suits candy colored, hair out in a glorious mane as much as kept in a silk headdress. As a woman she is poetry in motion, a beautiful sight to see, body shape just the right mix of slim and plump, makeup on point, shoes from the latest magazines...In the fabled words of Carl Carlton...One bad mamma jamma.
Background: Reputation. Juju Brown has done well at cultivating this known from the streets of St.Louis, the bungalows of San Fran to the parishes of Louisiana, they are ever the talk of the town when they arrive. Gossip abounds an tea is spilled whenever this one enters a city. For while in the mortal world they're simply the enterprising and 'androgynous' owner of the Voodoo Dollz hair and cosmetics brand. A socialite and internet icon who's known as much for their surprisingly convincing 'crossdressing' as they are their products. In the world of darkness , the word voodoo holds much more weight. The old rituals carried across the Atlantic aren't just dusty traditions, and if one knows the right words and offerings the Loa can still be summoned. This is the power Juju has mastered, the old ways, of conjuring and rootwork, of rum and the drum and the fangs of snakes. Yet this ancient way, so rooted in the Africans who came over, never truly spread to the Southwest, blocked from spreading by the old magics of the natives. But that barrier fades in these nights, and Juju knows that. A Queen or a Prince always sees opportunity, as such they see the Springwater for what it is for a mastery of rootwork and caller of the vodun...free real estate. And with ambition comes reputation, after all what's the point of being the baddest bitch around if no one knows you are?