Her grandmother was well known in their neighborhood as a woman of great power; people came to her for charms and the like for as long as Daisy could remember.  Daisy, however, was a modern teenager, and she didn’t go in for all that hocus-pocus.  Daisy's grandmother tried to teach her that Santeria was for real, a path to power, but Daisy paid lip service at best.  She said Daisy had talent, the kind it takes to really make something of this stuff, but she blew it off.  Religion wasn’t for educated people like you, especially ones that looked to you like a hodgepodge of other religions.

                At least, until the day she saw her best friend Alejandra put a stake through a vampire’s heart and watched it turn to dust.  It was then she started to think maybe there was something to all this stuff Grandma was trying to teach her.  She’d passed away by then, and Daisy was afraid it might be too late to learn, but Grandma had left all of her occult texts and tomes to her.  She started reading, and to her surprise, it made sense.  The first few spells she tried went wrong, but stuff still happened.  Not the stuff she wanted, but still… enough to prove that Grandma was right.  She kept at it, studying and practicing spells, and started getting them right.  She figured, and rightly so, that Alejandra could use her help. 

                She's a valuable ally in the Slayer’s nightly war, and as her power grows, she can see herself making more of a difference.  She's gone through everything her inherited books can teach her, and has started spending a lot of time at one of the real-deal occult bookstores in town.  She knows the owner isn’t entirely human, but still a decent enough person (for lack of a better term).  There’s a lot of stuff in that shop; she has a knowledgeable contact, a line of credit, and a lot to learn.