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Has short, dark hair that he usually keeps casually spiked up and out of the way. His eyes are a dark brown color, and he stands at a whopping 5'10. He has a pretty wiry build, though not scrawny by any means. Lugging around flour bags all the time does have a tendency to build up muscle, you know. He usually wear long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he wears a leather bracelet on his left wrist that had been a birthday gift from his brother when Li was twelve. He has various scars on his back, torso, and legs, with one that almost killed him just underneath his ribcage that stretches from the left to the right, as if someone had tried splitting him in half.
"Well, you know what they say. What doesn't kill you drives you to make tasty pastries."
Face Claim: : Robert Downey Jr.
Personality: Li is a pretty shy and sweet guy, one who tends to keep to himself until you're able to draw him out of his shell. He's not one to initiate anything, coming off more skittish and timid than anything. But once he's assured you won't hurt him, he's like a flower in springtime: he practically blooms to life, smiling and laughing and telling jokes as if he had known you forever. So long as you don't touch him. Yet his biggest passion is his baking. That's when he really comes alive. He loves making different shapes and colors with dough and sugar, or whatever resources he has on hand. He'll even make apple roses whenever he just wants a snack, even if it's just simply chopping it up and laying it out in a 2D picture of a rose. His true, hidden personality is revealed in the treats he makes, vibrant and unique and beautiful.
"A loaf of bread is never just a loaf of bread. It's something so much more, just waiting to be discovered."
History: Despite being a sweetheart, Li has a dark past, just like most others living their lives trapped inside the wall. His father had been a double spy, posing for the side of Resistance while feeding Intel to the Council. However, the Resistance caught wind of what Li's father had been doing, so at the young age of fourteen a group of soldiers had attacked Li's house in the middle of the night, killing his parents, beat, raped, and left him for dead, and took his twelve year old brother Calkin, who Li never saw or heard from again. A few weeks later when he was discharged from the hospital, Li expected the Council to retaliate, to aid him in his time of need, avenge his parents, find his brother, something. But he was told that how could his father have been trusted when he had been a double spy in the first place? All the intel his father had gathered, the risks he'd taken, the sacrifices he'd made, had meant nothing. And Li had been more alone than ever. Ever since then, he's kept to himself, avoiding physical contact whenever possible, taking up the therapeutic hobby and occupation as baker and staying out of the way. Ever since that awful night, he's made a point of not declaring that he's gay, having many reasonable uncertainties and fears. If he's asked, he won't deny it, but he won't openly out himself of he doesn't need to. Li is the type of man who would never be strong enough to be able to hurt or kill someone, not even for revenge. But he will never side with Resistance, and he has turned his back on the Council like they turned on him. All he hopes now is that, somehow, his brother is still alive, still okay, and that someday they'll find each other again.
"He's out there, somewhere. I don't care what you say. I don't care what you think. The hope that he's alive is what keeps me going, and I'll be damned if I let that be taken from me, too."
Long, vibrant red hair with strands of white highlights here and there that she'll either keep down or in a bun or ponytail, depending on her mood or time of day. She has hazel eyes that sometimes that change color due to the lighting, and she barely stands at 5'4. She looks petite and delicate; however, there is an emphasis on looks. She has a little heart outline tattooed on the inside of her wrist, because her older sister had always teased her how adorably fitting having such a tattoo would be, especially because of her birthday.
"Yes. My birthday is February 14. Yes, I was born at 2:14 in the morning. And yes, I have red hair, and no, I hate the color pink. Can we move on please?"
Face Claim: Daria Sidorchuck
Personality: Eva is your typical feisty redhead that takes life too seriously sometimes. She can have a really dry sense of humor, and she's incredibly blunt, but most of the time she does mean well. While most of the police force of the Council have a tendency to do as they wish, Eva does what is necessary, and nothing more. She has no desire to beat someone just for the hell of it; though in all honesty, sometimes she might feel like it. She just calls life as she sees it, and if she thinks you're being stupid, she'll call you can idiot. That's just the way she is.
"Why are you wasting my precious time bothering me when you could be wasting someone else's?"
History: Eva didn't have too much of an exciting life, not much that would be considered abnormal. She got up in the mornings, did her daily routine, came home, went to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. Day in, day out, for years. Then, one day, everything changed. When Eva was fifteen, her older sister Amelia, eighteen, had been caught in a fight between Resistance and Council members, killed by a Resistance soldier. Ever since then, Eva has felt a burning hatred for the opposing side, doing everything in her power to hunt those bastards down and kill them for what they had taken from her.
"I always hated the idea of tattooing a stupid heart anywhere on my body, even when Lia kept hounding me about it. Now it feels like she's still with me, you know? Even though she never will be again."
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ansel has wavy brown hair paired with attractive, and startling green eyes. He usually leaves his hair whichever way he wants, as long as it doesn't bother him. He's very attractive young man and usually looks half his age. Your first impression would be someone who's very calm; always collected, always prepared. A lion on alert, some might put it.
Ｈ ansel may be loyal to the resistance, but he hates following the rules and doing what's he told. He has a fierce personality, a flinging temper, and is overprotective of his beloved as such his father, stepmother and stepbrother, Ezra. He's very close to his family, and though he has a wry sense of humor about them, he lets no harm come to them in any way. He has a conscience and a very gullible heart, which he sees a weakness, and tries to show his feelings as little as possible.
Ｈ owever, his guilty conscience allows him to assassinate villain people [in his opinion] through whatever means necessary. He shows no mercy to greed and everything is business, only business. ─ ʙᴇɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ greed ( ɴᴏ Ｍᴇʀᴄʏ ; ɴᴏ Ｆʟᴀᴡ )
H ansel's father was a busy but a controlling man. He worked almost all hours and came home and bossed his son around; this led to his fierce hatred towards following the rules and ignited a rebellious spark in him. His childhood and teenagehood was uneventful; girl came and went, friends lived and died, but at one point he simply grew numb. Everything changed when Ezra came into the view. But what really drove him to the point was Alyssa. Alyssa was his childhood best friend and growing up, he trusted her, confided in her, and loved her in a sisterly way. Before her throat was slit and she bled out in an alleyway. Before he realized how cruel the world is towards optimists like Alyssa.
H ansel wasn't a fan of his stepbrother or his stepmother, and it became evident it was vice versa for Ezra. His stepmother cared, but he didn't, so it didn't make much of a difference. It wasn't until they both realized they were stuck with each other did they try to be friends but grew to be brothers - real close, genuine brothers. More than that; they were brothers now, and nothing could separate them.
H is views changed when he figured out how to fight. It took him time, but the realization of the cruelty of the world hit him all at once, and all too fast, and the only way he handled it was doing what he did best; getting rid of the bad stuff. His main targets are council people, but whenever he notices a resistance mole, or a traitor or some sort of neutral crime lord, he tries his best to 'take care of the situation'.
H ansel's desire to become who he is just a very mixed up image in his mind. His judgment of right and wrong is sometimes clouded by doubt, and among times like that, he sits down and reads. He reads and reads until his imagination takes him far away, away from the world he's living in.
H ansel's best defenses are combat fighting. His weapons go from arrows, swords, guns and any sort of stave; he learns quickly and is fluid with all movements. Its the one thing he knows best and knows his value. ( ‣ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ♙ )
[ ♟ ] h a n s e l s m o a k s ;; 26 , ᴍᴀʟᴇ , sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ [ Lɪᴀᴍ ]
━━━ && ᴏʜ ━━━━━━ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ━ ( ♔ ) ;;
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ansel has wavy brown hair paired with attractive, and startling green eyes. He usually leaves his hair whichever way he wants, as long as it doesn't bother him. He's very attractive young man and usually looks half his age. Your first impression would be someone who's very calm; always collected, always prepared. A lion on alert, some might put it.Ｈ ansel may be loyal to the resistance, but he hates following the rules and doing what's he told. He has a fierce personality, a flinging temper, and is overprotective of his beloved as such his father, stepmother and stepbrother, Ezra. He's very close to his family, and though he has a wry sense of humor about them, he lets no harm come to them in any way. He has a conscience and a very gullible heart, which he sees a weakness, and tries to show his feelings as little as possible.
Ｈ owever, his guilty conscience allows him to assassinate villain people [in his opinion] through whatever means necessary. He shows no mercy to greed and everything is business, only business. ─ ʙᴇɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ greed ( ɴᴏ Ｍᴇʀᴄʏ ; ɴᴏ Ｆʟᴀᴡ )
‧ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴀʟʟ ( && ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀɪsᴇ ;;
❝ W H E N A G O O D M A N G O E S T O W A R
‧ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ʀᴜɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ ━ oн oн ━ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ɪs ʟᴏsᴛ
☮ Uɴᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀssᴀssɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ
H ansel's father was a busy but a controlling man. He worked almost all hours and came home and bossed his son around; this led to his fierce hatred towards following the rules and ignited a rebellious spark in him. His childhood and teenagehood was uneventful; girl came and went, friends lived and died, but at one point he simply grew numb. Everything changed when Ezra came into the view. But what really drove him to the point was Alyssa. Alyssa was his childhood best friend and growing up, he trusted her, confided in her, and loved her in a sisterly way. Before her throat was slit and she bled out in an alleyway. Before he realized how cruel the world is towards optimists like Alyssa.
H ansel wasn't a fan of his stepbrother or his stepmother, and it became evident it was vice versa for Ezra. His stepmother cared, but he didn't, so it didn't make much of a difference. It wasn't until they both realized they were stuck with each other did they try to be friends but grew to be brothers - real close, genuine brothers. More than that; they were brothers now, and nothing could separate them.
H is views changed when he figured out how to fight. It took him time, but the realization of the cruelty of the world hit him all at once, and all too fast, and the only way he handled it was doing what he did best; getting rid of the bad stuff. His main targets are council people, but whenever he notices a resistance mole, or a traitor or some sort of neutral crime lord, he tries his best to 'take care of the situation'.
H ansel's desire to become who he is just a very mixed up image in his mind. His judgment of right and wrong is sometimes clouded by doubt, and among times like that, he sits down and reads. He reads and reads until his imagination takes him far away, away from the world he's living in.
H ansel's best defenses are combat fighting. His weapons go from arrows, swords, guns and any sort of stave; he learns quickly and is fluid with all movements. Its the one thing he knows best and knows his value. ( ‣ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ♙ )
━━ ( sɪɴɢʟᴇand lonely) ━━━━━━━━━━━ rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ━━━
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Lucinda WolfeNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕Meg, Lucie
Fake Name: Meghan Ashwell
Aɢᴇ﹕18
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 19th November
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 08:47
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bisexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕Resistance
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Spy for the resistance, waitress at Heart of Ashes
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕Reading, running
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕
Meg has blueish gray eyes and long straight light brown hair. She is pale, and her eyebrows are squarish and slightly thick, but still elegant. She's got high cheekbones and a heartshaped face.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕5'3
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕none
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕
Lucinda can be anything. She's a good actress, and that serves her well. She's mysterious, because no one knows who she really is. She is adventurous and unpredictable. She can be a bit of a reckless trouble maker, but is really intelligent and manipulative. She is analytical, and observes people and situations before acting. She is good at passing unnoticed, and is a fast runner.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Lucinda's parents are great supporters of the council. Even as a child, she rebelled against them and kept running away, only to be found and punished by her parents. She started training defense, which soon turned to attack. She trained running too, which she is very fast at. She soon learned of the resistance, which she joined at 12. She had to stay with her parents though, so she spies for the resistance. Now she works at Heart of Ashes as a waitress (I think they still se drinks?) and as a spy for the Resistance.
Mod
ǀ cαη cнєcк fσя мσηѕтєяѕ υηɗєя уσυя вєɗ,⚘ 24 ⚘ Jυly 7тн ⚘ Bisexual ⚘ Sιɴɢle ⚘
вυт ǀ cαη'т ρяσтєcт уσυ fяσм тнє σηєѕ ιη му нєαɗ⚘ Rєєcє S. Mαѕтєяѕση ⚘
⚘ Secretly part of the Resistance ⚘ Bar Manager ⚘
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Richard Colson Baker
(view spoiler)ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:With average length hair often covered by a beanie and with nothing too striking about the red russet appearance there's nothing but averageness to his appearance. True he has bright blue eyes that shift into all different colors depending on the sunlight, but what does that matter? The only true highlight of himself that he's able to appreciate are his tattoos. None of them are meaningless and he sure as hell has a story for each and every one of them. Whether he's willing to share them is another issue. Standing at a height of 6'2" he's often the tall one in the crowd, but he'd much prefer to look down on people then up.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Reece is rather rough around the edges, certainly not one to approach people or be approached at all. Often people make the assumption he is nothing more than an attention seeking kid who wants nothing more than to be thrown in jail. Then again that could just be his thoughts on himself in his hours of freetime to think and reflect on how others could possibly view him. Generally he's also not one to open up. It could take weeks, months, even years until someone gets a full blown conversation out of him. In order for that to even happen someone's either super close with him, or has had the off chance to set him off. Being super opinionated that is not so difficult to do. Suffering with his own addiction of drugs though it is a rare day in which he'll actually take the time to think of anyone but his daughter. Sometimes he even fails to do that which leads to all the self doubt that has been piling up in his head ever since he became a father. But Evie's not a mistake. He swears to God she's the one thing in his life he hasn't managed to screw up on. Working at the bar he's managed to learn how to fake a smile and pretend he's interested in a conversation, which can also make him appear to be a social person. Fooling people is rather easy, especially in his profession. Having a strong hatred for the government he can often relate to the people that come into the bar complaining about restrictions, and what not. Nevertheless once a person gets too rowdy he can be known to take care of what little authority he has and clear the place of any disputes.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Reece's history is not long monologue about a boy who was left on his own since he was nine. Of course he could very well go into all of that? But where's the fun in doing so? Instead he pretends like he has had it all since the beginning even as he scrapes by on minimum wage and hefty tips, and of course the fortune his family left him after they were slaughtered by the government. Enough of that though. Really his story started with his daughter, the only highlight in a rather bleak life even he is starting to forget. Unfortunately, before his daughter was Flynn. A fiery red-head that instantly captured his attention in his time that he worked as a bartender. Child-hood friends, he hardly realized so until much further into their relationship. One thing led to another, and of course- you guessed it- they made a baby. One-night stands sure are tricky. He'd go into the mechanics of it all, but that would seem to be a bit too much. They tried to make it work. They really did, but they could barely stay together as friends, never mind keeping a relationship and having a child. After weeks of convincing her a child would be perfect, he finally broke her, but their relationship was too far gone to save. Only days after Evie's birth Flynn was out of there quickly. For a guy that knew little to nothing about children, nevermind kids, he struggled in his first few months. During that time he also had to take a semi-hiatus from work, not wanting to place his daughter into the care of someone who might not have the patience to deal with his uncanny schedule. Still one friend supported him along the way, and she still does today. Despite the fortune he's practically hiding under his bed she's not all that aware of what little help he needs. Hey, maybe he's even using it as a diversion so he can still get high without feeling a complete sense of guilt? Oh well, he's still getting his shit together and trying to hold onto the few things near and dear to him.
"There are three types of people: those that die, those that survive, and those that truly live. Most people fall into the first two. I'm not quite sure which type I am, but I do know that I am here, now, and that is good."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Bramble Ashworth
Aʟɪᴀs﹕ Ashley
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Brey, Am, Bramb
Aɢᴇ﹕ 27
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ October 27
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 16:17
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Gyneromantic Pansexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Singledestined for Holland Shepard
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Resistance presently
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Assassin, Engineer
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Free-running, street-racing, hacking, fixing cars, socializing, clubbing
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕While not necessarily the most handsome of men, Bramble is not bad-looking either. He has the classic blonde hair and blue eyes look. He's more wiry than built, but no matter his build, he is strong and capable of a lot of things physically. He's tall, too, even though through most of school he was one of the shorter people in his class before he hit his growth spurt at age 17.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 6'3"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Bradley James"Say what you want about this shit-hole of a world, but don't say there is nothing a single person can do to change it."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Bramble would not consider himself a secretive person even if he's almost the textbook definition of one. He can talk for hours while not saying anything important. He talks in the present about shallow things or other people almost all the time. He directs the conversation away from himself with ease, and he would never talk about his past willingly. If he ever did, the only person he would likely find himself able to talk to, at least right now, is Rowan, his younger brother, who has seen a good chunk of it for himself by now.
Bramble feels guilty for the work he does, but because of his upbringing, he's also convinced what he's doing is right. As a result, he wants out but thinks he should not want out. So while he often comes off as self-assured, he's actually very insecure. He wants to do the right thing, but he has no idea what "doing the right thing" even is and what it would look like. He wants absolution for what he's done, but he tries not to because he was doing what his family wanted him to do -- he shouldn't want it, should he? And yet, there it is. He feels guilt for his actions and guilt for feeling guilty and guilt for feeling guilty about feeling guilty.
It feels like there's a hole in his chest most day. An emptiness like he's been devoid of purpose. He fills this gap with recklessness and things considered "fun."He hacks, he free-runs, he street-races, he clubs. They distract him, but in the end, they never really help. Even something he loves -- fixing cars -- does very little to help him. Still, he tries to keep himself from falling into depression, sometimes taking meds for it, sometimes just denying it until he doesn't think he's depressed at all. But he needs to care for his brother, who is not particularly functional, and he needs to do his job. He needs to be functional despite his feelings.
Maybe that's why he tries to deny his feelings in general. Or maybe it's because he's just not sure what he's supposed to feel about anything and is intimidated by the prospect of effecting his own opinions not influenced by his family.
Even so, he wants to learn more about the world and to see it for what it is. When his views don't match what his parents told him, he often just goes with what his parents think because even as an adult, he's convinced they still know best even though all four parents have died. Or maybe, he wants to believe in the cause they were all more than willing to die for.
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕>>Kalliope Blomgren; birth mother; dead for 23 years
>>Arnold Mata; birth father; dead for 23 years
>>Ryder Ashworth; adopted father; dead for 5 years
>>Thaddeus Ashworth; adopted father; dead for 17 years
>>Sorrel Ashworth; eldest sister; 33; alive
>>Cedar Ashworth; eldest brother; 33; dead for 10 years
>>Briar Ashworth; twin sister; would have been 27; dead for 10 years
>>Rose Ashworth; youngest sister; would have been 23; dead for 17 years
>>Rowan Ashworth; youngest brother; 23; alive
"I was taught to stay alive in any scenario. Any. Funny how that involved learning to end other's lives. Funny how my dad didn't teach me how to live. He taught us surviving because that's all he was able to do, too."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
The Matas and Blomgrens were long-time resistance families, but compared to some like the Brans and the Tiovonens and so many others, they weren't fanatics. They were just agents, assassins, spies, hitmen -- and damn good ones, too. Bramble's mother and father managed to pull off a deception worthy of either council -- Bramble's mother, Kalliope Blomgren, was with Bramble's father and one of the highest people working under the city council both. Bramble's father both knew of and approved of the deception, of course, strange as that may sound, because it meant the resistance could get more classified information on the city council.
Kalliope could not stand the idea of any of her kids being raised by the city-council-loving guy she was with, so she always told him her kids were still-born. She gave the doctors a fortune to give the kids to her other man, the resistance man she loved. His name was Arnold Mata. His job was to raise the kids when she couldn't be there. He was just like her, a resistance agent. He was a high-profile assassin, allegedly having killed at least two members of the city council, though that may have just been rumor.
Cedar and Sorrel were the eldest siblings. Twins. Cedar was the boy and Sorrel was the girl. Kalliope and Arnold loved them both. Whenever neither of them could be there, the little kids were left with other members of the resistance -- often either the Brans or the Tiovonens or even some of the others. Unfortunately, at the time, this meant that Sorrel and Cedar spent more time with family friends that with their own family. By the time Briar and Bramble, another set of twins were born, Cedar and Sorrel had long since adopted an "us against the world" attitude.
Bramble and Briar didn't fit into that philosophy well. Suddenly, there were these two kids that got taken to all the same places they were, but to Sorrel and Cedar, Bramble and Briar were invaders and not to be trusted. Sorrel and Cedar weren't abusive -- not overtly, at the very least. They just didn't talk to the two younger children and often left them on their own. The adults wouldn't notice this, of course. Not until Rose and Rowan, anyway.
The council-oriented man Kalliope was also with discovered Kalliope's scheme and demanded she tell him where the kids had been taken (Rowan and Rose were both gone already). The man, Sam, then turned Kalliope in to the police, who then tortured Kalliope until she finally broke and told them what happened. The doctors involved then were slaughtered by the police, and the police went after Arnold and the kids.
They found Arnold, but the kids were with the Brans at the time. Arnold was killed. As a result, the Brans were stuck with six kids in addition to their own. They all were living in that small flat for the next month until one of Arnold and Kalliope's closest friends offered to take in all the kids. The man's name was Ryder Ashworth. He had a husband by the name of Thaddeus Ashworth. Ryder and Thaddeus were both agents just like Kalliope and Arnold had been.
Bramble and Briar, and especially Rose and Rowan, were all young enough that they had little trouble accepting the Ashworths as their true family. Sorrel and Cedar were ten at the time, and they remembered their parents well. They had admired their parents. Sure, the Ashworths were similar, but they just weren’t Mommy and Daddy. And Sorrel and Cedar blamed the deaths of their parents on Rose and Rowan. Somehow, that hatred even extended to the middle pair, too, though the middle pair hadn’t been the babies the secret had been discovered because of.
The adults didn't train them hard, not then, and Cedar and Sorrel's hatred was silent. At least, that was until Bramble and Briar were ten. Thaddeus was driving Rose and Rowan home from a film when it happened. A drunk driver crashed into their car, killing Thaddeus and Rose. Ryder cared for little Rowan despite his grief. Actually, from then on, Rowan was the child he tried to coddle more than any of the others. Cedar and Sorrel, however, truly struggled. Terribly. They'd now lost three parental figures. The fact that Rowan had lost his twin sister and a parent and watched it happen somehow didn't compute for Cedar and Sorrel. Cedar and Sorrel blamed him for it.
The next few years for Bramble were spent trying to be a buffer between his two elder siblings and his younger brother. Bramble, too, was upset. It was more at the world for letting it all happen. Between Bramble and Briar and Ryder, Rowan didn't even know that Sorrel and Cedar hated him so.
Ryder was a good father. Bramble would not deny that. He took care of them. He clearly loved them. But he was also determined that his children would not deny because of something like a car crash. So all of the kids except Rowan, whom Ryder coddled and tried to keep innocent, he trained in the art of surviving. Cedar and Sorrel and Bramble and Briar then started becoming accustomed to waking up out in the Outskirts and having to find their way home or having to figure out how to get out of the trunk of a car and how to drive a car evasively and how to free-run.
It was intensive, but all the kids except Rowan had to learn it, and none of them would consider complaining for even a second. And so they did. Bramble was always the best at the physical exercise. Cedar, he was good with strategies. Sorrel, she was good with subtleties. Briar, she had the best heart, and she was good at making sure they all got out alive. And that was how it was until Bramble and Briar turned seventeen. As if things hadn't gone close enough to hell, the shit hit the fan and coated the entire family.
That was the year when Cedar and Sorrel finally acted on their hatred for Rowan. It happened one night at dinner. Everything had seemed normal. Food was put on the table and everything. The family was talking but not yet eating. And then Briar fell over, choking. Dying. Bramble realized instantly exactly what was happening. Bramble and Briar and Ryder hadn't trusted Cedar and Sorrel at all. And while Ryder kept them apart, Briar and Bramble had made sure that they didn't do anything against Rowan behind the scenes. And that included taking turns checking his food for poison.
It was already too late to save her.
Bramble turned to Cedar and Sorrel and just asked, "What the fuck have you done?"
Cedar just gaped at the fresh corpse in shock, unable to truly believe that he'd helped to kill his younger sister. He had been going after Rowan, not her, but seeing the body made him realize exactly how awful that had been. Cedar was never the same after, always depressed and gloomy, unwilling to face the world. In fact, he just locked himself in his room. It was less than a year later that Sorrel discovered his corpse when going into his room to get him food. Bramble would never trust that he had actually committed suicide and that she hadn't forced him to do it.
Rowan, too, changed. For the first time that he would be able to recall, he saw the cruelty of the world. And he just could not quite process that Briar, his beloved sister, had died for him. After, he would spend much of his time reading, trying to learn about the world second hand, and sitting on the edge of "The Graveyard" off in the Outskirts to visit his dead family members.
Sorrel, well, after her twin's death, she announced that she wanted to "get away from this family of leeches" and left. Bramble, Rowan, and Ryder never heard from her again.
Bramble was thereafter the only child Ryder was still able to train, and so Ryder trained him hard. Bramble didn't mind, and he took to it quickly. Ryder once told him that he and Briar were always the ones the most like him and Thad, like their own birth parents too. Bramble'd never been so sure or really cared about that, but now, it was a source of pride for him. He could do all the things his family did, was known for, the things they had thought of as good. So in his mind, what he was doing was the right thing.
He went on his first mission when he was twenty-one. His father, Ryder, had caught wind of a woman creating a medicine to heal damaged cells by quickly growing healthy new cells, and he'd heard the city council had designs on her already. Without running his idea by the resistance leadership, he planned with Bramble how to get rid of the woman, one Nancy Shepard. However, when Ryder was injured when a different mission to assassinate one of the younger members of the city council, a twenty-two year with the surname Voclain, was foiled by the very woman he was told to kill. As a result, Ryder told Bramble he'd have to do it alone. They had been planning for Bramble to have his first mission alone for a while, and this just forced the issue.
And so it was alone, dressed entirely in black, that Bramble made his way into the Shepards' apartment. It was easy sneaking into the parents' bedroom and pulling out that gun. It was easy to aim it at the mother and the father and to shoot them when he didn't realize they were a mother and a father. It was easy when he didn't see that teenaged girl standing in the doorjamb. And when he did, he did what he was supposed to do at first. There were supposed to be no witnesses, so he raised his gun to her head.
But then, something happened.
Images of what Sorrel and Cedar had tried to do to Rowan flashed into his head, the image of his sister frothing at the mouth, choking, appeared in his mind.
And he couldn't do it.
Slowly, he let his arm fall.
And he walked away.
He told his father that he'd done it and that there were no complications whatsoever. His father hugged him and told him he was so very proud of him. Bramble was quiet for the next while. He became a bit withdrawn from his father, the only person who really knew everything about him. Bramble started getting reckless, having some tangles with the law just for the hell of it. He felt a little empty with the life his father had made for him.
But then, almost a year to the day from the mission with the Shepards, Bramble came home from a street race (which he'd lost to some kid called Solaris Armandt) to find his remaining parent dead. Brutally killed, too. Not just a bullet to the head. Bullets to the hands, skin scraped off the body slowly, eyes out of his sockets. Bramble felt sick, perhaps because of the pain his father must have been in. Perhaps because his remaining father was dead. There was that intense feeling of unshakable guilt that settled in his stomach.
That was a feeling he opted to ignore. He started begging the resistance council for jobs even though he didn't actually care for the job anymore just because he wanted to "honor all four of his parents." Every job made him feel a little more hollow, so that he tried even more to fill with reckless, at least semi-illegal behavior.
But what he knows is that what he wants more than anything else is to fix his wrongs.
But he does not believe that to be possible.
And even if it were, he shouldn't even want that, should he?
"Why does everyone keep saying goodbye? It never makes a difference in the end."
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"I'm far past broken and I strongly doubt anyone will be able to fix me"
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Haven Gene Kiefer
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Nevah
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Genie (rarely used)
│ Aɢᴇ │ 15
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 13th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 5:00am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ More on the Feminine side
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Homosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Not of the normal kind
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Bullet (HollyWood Undead)
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
N/A
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Odessa Denend
Relation » Mother |◦ 29 » ◦| Status » Deceased
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Name Jonathan Kiefer
Relation » Father |◦ 37 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Valeste Senka Kiefer
Relation » Older Sister |◦ 17 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Dakota Crimson Kiefer
Relation » Twin Brother |◦ 15 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Jocelyn Thylane Kiefer
Relation » Younger Sister |◦ 7 » ◦| Status » Alive
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"Name Vanessa Mirele Kiefer
Relation » Niece |◦ 7 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│Pᴇᴛs│
Tobi[Sometimes referred to as Peanut]:
"I wouldn't trade playing by my siblings' side for the world, but it doesn't keep me from feeling so alone, just for a moment makes me forget about it all."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ White (natural, genetic anomaly)
│ Eʏᴇs │ Sky Blue (Very light/pale)
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Sickly Pale, flawless, smooth and soft.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5'7", thin, lacking muscle mass or blubber.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Unknown, this guy.
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Three black, stud lip piercings; black, bullring nose piercing; black, uni-brow, hoop piercing; black, studded, left ear piercing.
~Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent, 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is, I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife, But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,~
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Neutral
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Musician, (schooling).
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Music, reading, sketching.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Haven is a quiet thing, after everything he’s endured and been through, he found comfort in being silent knowing if he was quiet he would get less in trouble if he was. He’s learn that at a young age so being more on the quiet side is natural for him. He’s rather closed off though, not in any cold way but it’s blatantly obvious that he cowers within himself, as if keeping himself closed off and tucked away is the only way he keeps himself together. Haven, despite being so withdrawn, is rather emotional, though not in the temper sense, in fact he basically never gets angry, and it’s a very rare thing for him. He is usually rather calm and caring but he’s extremely sensitive, easily hurt and reacts to it-self destructively. He often doesn’t express his emotions that he does feel due to his withdrawn persona, but it does still affect him usually in the worst kind of way. He still is a very sweet kid, caring and a gentle soul, exceptionally more timid than his twin. Haven’s generally cautious and hesitate from experience, in fact he’s rather indecisive, which is a reflection on how bad his past affected him when he’d even unsure how to act and decide on even the smallest of things. Haven is exceptionally skittish, fearful of sudden touch and most touch in generally though there are exceptions, including his siblings and niece who he has no problem with. He lives in fear, constant fear which makes him slightly paranoid along with his skittishness.
Haven is still a very kind soul, considerate and usually thinking of others before himself though Haven is frankly highly depressed, resulting in cutting himself whenever he gets the chance to try and replace the pain he feels in his soul, to try and escape the memories that haunt him. Even with this depression that grips him in a firm grip, he’s actually intelligent, especially compared to his brother but it isn’t shown or displayed due to the fact he’s so reserved, fearful and to himself.
What isn’t obvious at first glance with Haven but he hates himself, complete self-loathing. This is all due to his past, he feels disgusted with himself, that his body isn’t his which also explains his cutting habits. He hates everything he stands for, views himself as a monster of some sort. He is just something to be used and abused and he just hates it. He wishes nothing more to end himself but his fear keeps him from doing it. He’s in agony, every time he looks in the mirror he just sees a boy, someone that he doesn’t associate with himself despite the fact he is hosting that body.
Haven is beyond mentally scarred from the brutality bestowed upon him, courtesy of his mother’s addiction. He was beaten, raped continuously, used to anyone’s pleasure as long as they gave their mother money or specifically the drugs she wanted. He had a twisted view of how society actually works making him rather antisocial (his anxiety with social situations doesn’t help, especially since he often succumbs to anxiety attacks) with the mentality that everyone is just going to use him and that as long as he received money in return it was fine (though he does not practice this often).
You’d be able to guess that he’s sensitive and withdrawn but everything else isn’t as obvious. Haven is a mystery of a man, hiding all this from everyone and only choosing to express his kindness, caring and timid personality. As well, despite his indecisiveness, Haven finds comfort in being alone often. He’s quite the independent person but with his twin--who doesn’t tend to leave him alone too often—which is more beneficial for Haven’s mental state which is very fragile.
He doesn’t want his siblings to worry about it so hiding it is mandatory for him, especially for his younger sister and niece. He, like his twin and older sister, do not wish them to find out how horrible the world can truly be. Haven tends to enjoy doting on them, looking after them because it does remind him of some sort of hope but it also reminds him of the innocence and trust he lost because of his mother. Haven’s scared to trust anyone anymore, especially his father who he used to look up to and adore. Their mother ruined his image of adults, making him only trust his siblings and niece.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Music/Instruments
☻ Siblings
☻ Pain (to extent)
☻ Sketching
☻ Reading
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Himself
☹ Drugs/Alcohol
☹ Shouting
☹ Abuse/Cruelty
☹ People
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Compassion
✮ Adaptable
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Physical Strength
☆ Mental State
☆ Emotional State
☆ Fear
☆ Emotional Attachment
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ People (taking advantage of him)
✗ Losing those he cares for
✗ Being alone
✗ Being 'sold' and victimized again
✗ The Dark
"There are moments where I forget my pain, forget my demons, drawing is one of those moments, something I could never replace."
Mod
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
≈Greeting the World≈
Haven and his twin brother Dakota were both born into an already unstable family. The family was only unstable due to the fact the woman their father married was diagnosed with extreme bipolar disorder and she soon grew addicted to her very expensive medication that she was prescribed for. Haven and Dakota were unexpected, an accident, actually a mistake in their mother’s eyes. Unfortunately, during Odessa’s pregnancy she’d increasingly became addicted to her medication and since she was over taking the drug, abusing them which of course had negative effects on the two boys that were growing in her stomach.
The few months after their birth was difficult, especially since both were born addicted to the drug making them both fussy and seeming to never stop crying which only made Odessa hate her two children more than she already did since them being alive meant money needing to be spent on them and not on her meds.
Besides the almost constant whining and how both children were too small and too light to begin with, Haven had a strong vomiting issue. He vomited often, usually after experiences a seizure which were nearly as common as the uncontrollable vomiting. Their father feared that Haven would die, unable to keep anything down, not gaining any weight and sometimes vomiting out blood. Fortunately after the first few months the vomiting lessened and the withdrawal symptoms passed. Haven was soon began taking on weight (though not a lot due to their growing financial problem) and the seizures lessened as well but they didn’t disappear, he still had them occasionally.
After the withdrawal symptoms left and the urge to cry all the time left Haven, he didn’t cry too often after that, the only time he did was when he was too close or being held by Odessa. On the other hand, when held by their father Haven had the habit of passing right out with a smile but both twins tended to make a fuss when they weren’t close to each other after a certain amount of time. Haven was a sweet kid, even though he was an anomaly differentiating him from the family, always seeming the calm passive one out of the two boys. He adored their father who always easily calmed him when he was fussy, while he mostly liked being with his brother and sister.
Haven can’t really recall much from this time in his life though nor can he recall the house they lived in since not soon after becoming a part of the family they had to move to the house that would soon inhabit every creation of Haven’s nightmares.
≈Introducing Hell≈
As Haven grew, he was not ignorant to the issues concerning their parents. He knew his mother hated them which made him dislikes and distrust her in return but he still loved her, she was still their mother. He wasn’t fully aware of why they were fighting but knew that his mother was doing something wrong but he didn’t know how to fix it. He sensed the tension in the house but it always seemed to disappear when he and Dakota played with their father or Val. Haven soon grew to fear his mother, especially when she became hostile towards them when their father tried fixing her. He kept close to his twin and older sister. This continued until they were about five years old, the small fights, the hatred directed at them from their mother until finally one day when Haven and Dakota were playing quietly together, Val wanted their mother to play with her but instead of agreeing like their father would, Odessa slapped their older sister and all Haven could do was stare in shock. Soon they were in their room as their parents fought more serious and on a much larger scale than ever before ending with the threat of leaving if she didn’t get her act together. Haven exchanged a look with Dakota, fearful, what if their dad did leave and left them with their mother?
Haven’s fears came true as the next day their dad walked out on them without a second look and leaving them to defend for themselves.
Haven wasn’t as nearly effected by it as Val and Dakota was but he was destroyed, terrified and hurting at the loss of their father. He didn’t understand how he could leave them especially with the lady that so obviously hated them.
Things soon fell apart fast, specifically about a month after their father left and the twins stopped waking up the next morning expecting Jonathan to be there with their breakfast and smiling at them. They didn’t have a stable income anymore and the worst thing was that by the end of that month, Odessa was out of medication and that was when the real hell began.
Haven stayed in his room, curled up in bed most days as Odessa went through withdrawal with nothing holding back her bipolar disorder. Dakota often stayed with him, curled up with him in the bed.
The actual horror happened when Haven and Dakota woke up hearing their sister’s screams in the other room, muffled by something but they could still hear it since their house wasn’t built well and another man’s groans and grunts. The twins darted out of their room to try and save their sister but Odessa stopped them, grabbing Haven and locked him up in her dark closet, separating him from Dakota who she locked in their room.
This began Haven’s fear of the dark and small enclosed spaces.
They didn’t know what happened, they just knew whatever happened to their sister it was bad and they couldn’t do anything about it. Haven felt broken due to this, not understanding and it was a surprise that he began having seizures more often especially since Haven soon found out what happened to their sister by experiencing it himself.
It was a bit after it happened to Val, Haven and Dakota weren’t allowed to see Val as she recovered, hell they weren’t even feed. Val was since Odessa began only feeding those who worked for money and even then it was crap food and little of it.
It was when Dakota began complaining about not having food and wanting some when Odessa came in, smirking at them both. She informed them if they wanted food they had to earn it. They were both confused, since they didn’t know what she meant by earning food since she never did shit but they were both starving so they agreed.
Apparently a client that Odessa was talking to while her first one made his money worth with Val, the client had seen the twins when they tried to help their sister and got interested, specifically in Dakota.
Haven spent that night stressing over his twin who early in the morning was dragged into their room and left on the floor by Odessa. Haven managed to get his unconscious, naked and bleeding twin onto the bed, tended to him but he didn’t fall asleep that night. Haven knew this must have been what Val had to do and Haven was scared knowing the same fate would befall him soon.
Dakota got his food he earned the next day but he was silent, looking broken jumping every time Haven touched him but still forced Haven to have half of his food even with how little there was to offer.
The next day it was Haven’s turn, his mother came into their room while Dakota was still resting, not healed yet and dragged him out of there as he cried and struggled, feeling terror fill him. Odessa shoved him into the dark spare room and closed the door behind him and before Haven could even run for it the door was locked and Haven was tied up, lashed with a belt every time he made a noise and then raped until he passed out from the pain and from crying.
The next day he woke up late, in agony but he’d been tended to by his brother and was sleeping in their bed. The food came and he shared it with his brother like he had done with him but Haven was broken and became quiet and withdrawn.
This situation only made their mother hate them more, since they were mainly being sold to males and their mother was a homophobic bitch and hated gay relationships. So her hate for her boys continued to a violent extent that caused Dakota to step forward and protect Haven. It was just so horrible, Haven even knew Val took clients to try and protect them but it was futile especially when they specifically wanted them.
This hell continued, continuously being raped so their mother could get her drugs and then would allow them to have some food. They weren’t even sure if it was worth it. It didn’t help that Haven had seizure about every week due to situation he’d been forced into. Haven was often beaten, kept in Odessa’s dark closet when he didn’t have a client and Dakota did. They were even forced to be together for a single client, doing unspeakable things together to the client or doing things to each other if the client was really a sick fuck.
≈Destructive Family≈
When the twins turned eight was when shit went down. Something occurred that even Haven and Dakota are still unsure what actually happened, but suddenly their mother and their older sister—who had left in search for their father and the twins weren’t even sure if she found him in the end, but returned eventually—were both pregnant and they soon found out that they had been impregnated by the same man. They didn’t care besides the fact they hated the man that did it and supported their sister, made sure they were there for her while despising their mother for allowing this to happen.
Less than nine months later when their sister and niece were born, their view of both changed. They didn’t know how to view their little sister at first but they both feel in love with their baby sister, after she’d returned from the hospital-- having been extremely effected unlike the twins from Odessa’s drug use—after a few months of being there, and their niece, protecting them from the horror that was their mother and basically raised Jocelyn and Vanessa with the help of Val, well a lot of help from Val. They couldn’t find any resentment towards Joce since along with Val, they had to help pay for the hospital fee which meant that until they were paid they didn’t go to school, instead spent their time that whole month either being forced to have sex or recovering from one of the client’s brutality.
A year later it became apparent that both kids were different, troubled. The twins both learned sign language along with Val since Vanessa was deaf while Dakota spoiled and doted on Jocelyn, both twins looking after her since she had issues as well, them being: uncontrollable impulsiveness, poor coordination, and finally terrible memory. Despite the struggle the two brought the twins loved them both so much and cared for them greatly. It seemed like Jocelyn was more their child than a sister at times.
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Additionally when he turned eight, they were forced to be put into school, having to attend even if they were bruised and sore after a certain brutal client. School was just another horror story for the twins. Everyone knew who their mother was and that she sold Haven and Dakota out for money. It caused heavy bullying on the twins and once when Dakota literally couldn’t get out of bed Haven had to go to school alone. He was ten when this occurred and so after school when he was about to make his way home a small group of guys grabbed him and dragged him behind the school hidden from view. There were three of them, all of them cruel saying how worthless he was, how much he looked like a girl, how he was a slut, how he was probably actually just a girl. Eventually it escalated till they decided to check if he was a girl, these guys being thirteen, and once they had Haven naked, proceeded to simply rape him, saying he enjoyed it, that it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to anyway. Haven didn’t cry though, didn’t make a sound like he’d learned long ago not to do, he took in everything they said much like what the clients told him and he frankly just believe it. He was worthless, no one would miss him if he died, and that he liked this.
School only worsened after that and not even Dakota could protect him from the bullies and the videos posted of the group raping him though all their faces were clouded. Haven was humiliated and he cried upon getting home only to be raped from another one of his mother’s client’s.
Oddly enough though, Haven did incredibly well in school, he was very intelligent and found the learning element of school easy but the social parts and people difficult, terrifying and dreadful. He often got seizures at school due to escalated anxiety attacks.
≈Escape≈
Three years after Haven’s little sister and niece were born—Haven and Dakota being eleven at this time-- the request came from a client to use Vanessa. The twins were actually first to hear this, both having ditched school that day to look after Essa and Joce, and overheard their mother talking to a client who asked about Vanessa. Dakota went bat shit. He was livid and even his quiet and calm twin couldn’t calm him down. Later that day Val found out and flipped out at their mother. Haven took care of Joce and Van when this happened, entertaining them to distract them from what was going outside the door. He hadn’t seen Dakota since that morning though and he was getting worried when he’d returned, calmed so his heart wasn’t at risk luckily and they both took care of Van and Joce, bathing them and making sure they got something to eat even if it meant they’d go hungry that night.
Not soon later they found out that Odessa had died from an overdose of her meds, slowly dying as her body shut down, painless which was more than she deserved. Haven panicked, terrified what would happen to them not that she was dead. Would one of the clients grab them and continue to force them to do this, and to soon force Van and Joce to join them in this horrible routine to get money.
Instead Val got them out of there and to their father’s house that she had actually found, taking them all to live with him. Unfortunately Haven was already too broken to ever be normal, or try for a normal life. It took a long time for the twins to open up to their father, being unknown to the fact that since he’d walked out he’d been trying to get them back. Haven was the first to forgive him but he’d already become so withdrawn that it wouldn’t matter. The therapy never helped him, it only made him hate himself more but he was getting slightly better, to a point but in the end, not a few months till his twelfth birthday he began cutting himself unable to handle all that he’d been put through.
Fortunately Jonathan noticed that he was slowly losing his son to the demons inside him so he tried to distract Haven by teaching him about music. It worked to an extent, Haven and Dakota fell in love with music, soon beginning to teach themselves and each other how to play different instruments, oddly finding that learning was easy. Soon Haven found that he liked composing music as well, not the lyric aspect but the notes, the tune and the beat. This didn’t stop him entirely from cutting though, it did stop him from wanting to end his life along with the fact he wanted to be there for his siblings. It wasn’t soon after this that Val, Haven and Dakota started a band together called the Storm in the Darkness that each of them were passionate about, Haven being the composer and lead guitarist.
He didn’t become close to his father though, still weary of him but his home life was his haven now, since school was still absolute shit but he knew it wouldn’t last forever luckily. Haven viewed Val more of a ‘motherly’ figure despite her attitude, he trusted his siblings and knew he could rely on them but he kept his cutting from them.
When Haven was fourteen he decided that he’d get some piercing along with Dakota since he’d wanted to get some tattoos and snake bites. So Haven ended up getting a few piercings with a feeling of freedom because of it. This was also around the time he admitted to his family that he was gay, something he’d talked to Dakota and Val about because he was confused when he reacted to this guy at school’s touch and didn’t find anything promising or attractive in women.
≈Current Life≈
Currently at fifteen, his ‘fathering’ of Joce and Van wasn’t really needed anymore with their father helping out and taking that over but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend a lot of time with Joce and Essa cause frankly he does along with Dakota. He hates school, aces every test without bothering to study but he’d still withdrawn and still cuts about every week at the least. He’s currently playing with Val and Dakota in their band to get extra money for them all which he enjoys but he’s skittish and jumpy, fearful of being caught up in the world that he’d left.
Recently, Haven was making his way home alone from school since Dakota had skipped again when he passed an alley and heard a soft, weak mewl. Curious though nervous Haven followed the sound to find a small little kitty on the verge of death laying all alone in that alley. He gently picked it up and brought it home, getting Dakota’s help (since both were fairly good with fixing up wounds) along with his father’s to tend to the poor thing’s injuries. A couple of months had passed since finding the kitten and it was good as new, all patched up though did often limp. The little runt had become a part of the family and tends to follow Haven wherever he goes. Joce and Van also love the little furball and Dakota has the habit of calling it Peanut instead of Tobi.
"Why hasn't my body given up? How much torture do I need to grow though before it gets the hint? I've lost more than I have, and I just keep on giving. Fate's playing me like a fiddle, so when will this song end?"
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"We all hide the monster that lurks within us, hide how we actually act and feel about this world, all of us do it to protect our little 'sisters', hiding the horrors of us and the world we live in. Only because we don't wish our fate upon them, to assure them that we're not as fucked up as we truly are."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Dakota Crimson Kiefer
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Atoka
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Crimson, Kota, Dako~(Jocelyn and Vanessa had called him when they were young)
│ Aɢᴇ │ 15
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 13th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 4:56am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Pisces
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Not of the normal kind
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Bullet (HollyWood Undead)
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
N/A
│Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs │
Pistol/Revolver:
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Odessa Denend
Relation » Mother |◦ 29 » ◦| Status » Deceased
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Name Jonathan Kiefer
Relation » Father |◦ 37 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Valeste Senka Kiefer
Relation » Older Sister |◦ 17 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Haven Gene Kiefer
Relation » Twin Brother |◦ 15 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Jocelyn Thylane Kiefer
Relation » Younger Sister |◦ 7 » ◦| Status » Alive
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"Name Vanessa Mirele Kiefer
Relation » Niece |◦ 7 » ◦| Status » Alive
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~I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.~
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Black hair, long covering most of his face.
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, smooth and soft.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5'8", thin and no fat, just muscle(not much of that either).
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Unknown, this guy.
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Two matching, black, hooped lip piercings.
~My legs are dangling off the edge,. The bottom of the bottle is my only friend~
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ PRO-Resistance (but isn't dedicated cause he could care less. He agrees the Council shouldn't be in charge, but views the Resistance as extremists.)
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Musician, (schooling).
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Music, drinking, contemplating suicide.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
There are many things that makes Dakota and his twin brother different, their personality is one of them. Whereas Haven is withdrawn and quiet, Dakota is the exact opposite. Dakota, instead of becoming withdrawn like his twin had, he’d become brutal in an aggressive way, always tending to lash out whenever it spikes him to do so. He’s an emotionally temperamental person with a wickedly sharp tongue that he doesn’t hesitate to use against people. So where Haven is more emotional but in a hidden sense, Dakota is violent and impulsive, rash and aggressive in his emotional temperament. He has an incredibly sassy and spunky attitude. All of this is mainly because instead of becoming silent and cowering within himself like his twin had, Dakota was loud, defiant. The twins were often brought as a package deal, forced to do unspeakable things together and to each other. Dakota, during these times—wanting to protect his brother—was a spitfire, disobedient, taunting and doing whatever he wasn’t supposed to do so the focus would be on him instead of his brother. This technique soon grew on him until it became a part of his personality.
This does not mean Dakota isn’t cold, alike his brother, they tend to keep people at a distance. Dakota tends to be a cruel in his cold ways, harsh and acts without thinking of other’s emotions or feelings. He doesn’t frankly care, he’s been put through hell and he just wants to end it all and has attempted suicide many times, few times with pills which his father had gotten him, since they were for his depression. He’d attempted alcohol poisoning but they hadn’t exactly worked either. He would have shot himself in the head and jump from a skyscraper but he found that he just couldn’t, as much as he craved death he cared too much about his siblings and niece to off himself like that.
Dakota, despite his aggressive manner towards basically everyone, he actually does have a soft side. Dakota is exceptionally overprotective at times but either way he’s always protective to those he cares for. Those he loves are the only ones he expresses his kindness to, always kind, nice and caring to his siblings and niece. He is only considerate and loving towards them and frankly his sweet relationship with his little sister and niece helps him a lot through his depression but also firm passion to protect them both from the horrors of the world. He’s incredibly playful and can be slightly goofy when around them, it’s extremely adorable but if anyone besides his siblings were to tell him that he’d punch them in the face.
Dakota only has a few escapes besides ending it all, one of these is the band that he, his twin and his older sister are in, he plays the drums for the band and is the ‘screamo’ vocalist for it and he thrives off that, it gives him a chance to be completely consumed by something other than what he’s been through. Another one that he shared with Val, his older sister, is his alcoholic problem that he suffers with dearly. He likes to drink because it helps him forget everything that’s happened to him, especially helps forget the monster that he used to call a mother.
Much like Haven, Dakota is a mysterious person, he doesn’t indulge in himself or his past much less how he’s feeling. He doesn’t share anything, being his closed off cold self and gets aggressive when someone pushes him. It’s his defense, how he protects himself since he never wants to be taken advantage of again. He is still rather passionate, especially with his protectiveness with those he cares about, anything and everything to do with music and his little sister and niece. He has major trust issues though, doesn’t let anyone besides his family get close to him, and his family. He doesn’t trust easily and even then it takes a lot to get him to fully trust someone.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Music
☻ Instruments
☻ Siblings/Niece
☻ Alcohol
☻ Tattoos
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Mother
☹ Life
☹ People
☹ School(Especially Math)
☹ Council
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Adaptability
✮ Speed
✮ Independence
✮ Morality
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Physical Strength
☆ Mental State
☆ Emotional State
☆ Morality
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing his siblings
✗ Father turning out like their mother
✗ Being in the same situation their mother continuously put him in.
"Just like the drums, my beat can be steady and then drastically change in an instant."
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│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
⌠≡Greeting the World≡⌡
Haven and his twin brother Dakota were both born into an already unstable family. The family was only unstable due to the fact the woman their father married was diagnosed with extreme bipolar disorder and she soon grew addicted to her very expensive medication that she was prescribed for. Haven and Dakota were unexpected, an accident, actually a mistake in their mother’s eyes. Unfortunately, during Odessa’s pregnancy she’d increasingly became addicted to her medication and since she was over taking the drug, abusing them which of course had negative effects on the two boys that were growing in her stomach.
The few months after their birth was difficult, especially since both were born addicted to the drug making them both fussy and seeming to never stop crying which only made Odessa hate her two children more than she already did since them being alive meant money needing to be spent on them and not on her meds.
Besides the almost constant whining and how both children were too small and too light to begin with, Dakota on the other hand had difficulty breathing as an infant, it was shocking that he lived past his first birthday especially since there were days that there were instances that he’d stopped breathing altogether. Fortunately as his body began to grow and develop, a few months later, around the same time Haven stopped his uncontrollable vomiting, Dakota was able to breathe increasingly better until there wasn’t a risk of his lungs shutting down and him dying.
Unfortunately the difficulty breathing wasn’t the only issue the young boy infant faced. Due to the fact his body has underwent side effects from the drugs his mother took while carrying him, Dakota also had an issue with his heart. Specifically he has an elevated heart rate which, along with the difficulty breathing, was the definition of life threatening. As he got older though it became more stable but he still has an increased heart rate compared to the average person, occasionally it increases to the point where he tends to faint if it does but he’s pretty good at keeping his heart rate ‘normal’ now.
Luckily though, withdrawal symptoms from the drug passed before his first birthday besides his elevated heart problem. Unlike Haven though, Dakota continued to make noises, complained and tended to scream instead of crying. This often occurred when he was anywhere near Odessa or away from his twin for too long. He was a rowdy child, always moving but there were rare times that he was calm and peaceful and that was when he was sleeping. Dakota adored his father though, even as an infant, he always enjoyed being in his father’s company. He obviously favored their father, but he also loved his older sister as well.
Dakota can’t remember too much as well about this time in his life nor much about the house they used to live in, much like Haven. He only recalled feelings and subconscious recollections that he can’t really recall. Dakota would grow to wonder what life would have been like if they never moved but those thoughts were pointless since no one can change the past.
⌠≡Introducing Hell≡⌡
Unlike Haven, Dakota was aware of the tension in the house, it was impossible not to feel it but he didn’t care nor pay any mind to it. He was a very open, energetic kid that was incredible impulsive. Dakota’s dislike for their mother was as obvious as her dislike of her children. Dakota adored their father though, he loved playing and hanging out with his siblings and father. He has many amazing memories along the time span of four years after his first birthday. Unfortunately when the twins were five, the tension and small arguments that Dakota ignored escalated into the turning point of his life. That one day when Haven and Dakota were playing quietly together, Val wanted their mother to play with her but instead of agreeing like their father would, Odessa slapped their older sister and all Haven could do was stare in shock. Soon they were in their room as their parents fought more serious and on a much larger scale than ever before ending with the threat of leaving if she didn’t get her act together. Dakota exchanged a look with Haven, fearful, what if he actually left? No, Dakota wouldn’t believe that their favorite parents that love them would leave them like that. It was impossible.
To Dakota’s horror and disbelief, the next day their father walked out on them, not even looking behind and leaving them with the horrible woman that they all disliked (Dakota especially after she slapped Val).
Dakota was destroyed, unable to believe that he actually left them. He took it hard, missing his dad and completely crushed though soon that anger at him turned to resentment and hate. Especially when money began to steadily decrease and getting food as well as their mother’s meds became an issue that soon turned dire when she began experiencing withdrawal symptoms additional to her bipolar disorder that didn’t have medication to maintain.
So by the time a months’ time had passed the true hell began. They had no money, their mother had no meds and she was pissed. Val tried to be there for their mother, something that Dakota found was ridiculous since the woman never tried with them. It was also the time that Dakota stopped thinking that their father would return to them, that he would be there when they woke up every morning.
Dakota was just a lost and torn as Haven was though he tended to visit Val and hang with her but spent most of his time curled up in bed with his twin, being there for him while Haven was there for him.
The actual horror happened when Dakota and Haven woke up hearing their sister’s screams in the other room, muffled by something but they could still hear it since their house wasn’t built well and another man’s groans and grunts. The twins darted out of their room to try and save their sister but Odessa stopped them, grabbing Haven and locked him up in her dark closet, separating him from Dakota who she locked in their room.
Dakota kept pounding against the door to get out but after a while he just laid in bed, hearing horrible noises he didn’t understand and tried to cover his ears.
They didn’t know what happened, they just knew whatever happened to their sister it was bad and they couldn’t do anything about it. Dakota didn’t have clue what happened, Val acted like nothing happened after a while prior to a few days of not seeing her. That and Odessa didn’t say a word either, not for a bit. Not until, being locked away in their room for the most part for a few days, they had not been given even a smidge of food and Dakota had enough.
⌠≡Used and Abused≡⌡
Dakota had enough of being starved, of his brother being starved so he became complaining and demanding to be fed, tired of his mother’s shit knowing whatever happened to Val was because of her making his hate for her grow exceedingly.
It didn’t take her too long to confront him about his bitching self. With an almost evil expression, especially her smile as she informed him that if he wanted to eat he had to work for it. This he felt was idiotic since she never worked for anything, ever, that was something he wasn’t ignorant about. Dakota didn’t care though, he knew they needed food so they agreed and asked what he had to do but she didn’t answer just left for a bit only to return later.
Dakota was taken out of the room that evening told that he had an earning opportunity and was tossed into the spare room since she locked Haven in their room, not wanting him to attempt to interfere. That was when she left the room and a large man entered. Before he could react he was gagged so he couldn’t scream or anything and he was then brutally raped repeatedly that night, the man destroying every innocence the young Dakota still had while raving about his eyes, how he was special and his eyes were the reason the man wanted him.
Dakota cried as he was raped over and over again and when the man finally had his fill promising to do this again he passed out, unable to stay awake a second longer. He woke up the next day late evening and he found himself in bed, in agony with Haven. He could tell he’d been patched up as well as Haven could have done it and he cried once more as Haven slept blissfully unaware, unconscious beside him.
The next day though, luckily Odessa gave them the food Dakota earned and forced Haven to take half of it. It took a while for Dakota to recover from his first time but for the first time in Dakota’s life he was quiet, broken inside and often jumping when he wasn’t aware that Haven had suddenly touched him.
Unfortunately, they day after they had gotten their food the same thing happened to Haven despite Dakota’s attempts of trying to save his brother. He was torn up, destroyed that he would have to go through the same thing he had and be couldn’t do anything to stop it. Dakota had been sleeping due to his injuries when Odessa had taken Haven and by the time Dakota had woken up and realized what had happened, Haven was already experiencing the torture his other two siblings had gone through.
When Haven was tossed in carelessly, Dakota made sure to get him on the bed despite his own soreness and tended to his brother much like he had done with him. He made sure Haven was okay and for some time the two of them had to heal so they could be used again. Dakota learned a while after that this was happening so they could get money that mainly went towards their mother’s drugs.
This situation only made their mother hate them more, since they were mainly being sold to males and their mother was a homophobe and hated gay relationships. So her hate for her boys continued to a violent extent that caused Dakota to step forward and protect Haven. It was horrible, but much like Val trying to take clients for them so they wouldn’t get as many though they still had to go through it a lot, Dakota did the same for Haven, trying to get clients of his so Haven didn’t have to go through so much. Unfortunately not everyone liked his eyes, though many did, but many also didn’t like his rebellious and loud nature which he’d obtained after healing the first time. He knew it was pointless and chose to fight against this situation as much as possible.
This hell continued, continuously being raped so their mother could get her drugs and then would allow them to have some food. They weren’t even sure if it was worth it. Dakota often passed out if his heart got worked up too much, from fear, the pain from the whole experience of being a prostitute. They were even forced to be together for a single client, doing unspeakable things together to the client or doing things to each other if the client was really a sick fuck.
Dakota was about six when he attempted suicide for the first time. It was right after a particularly brutal client, he ran, escaping the house and impulsively went to the tallest building he could find, got to the roof somehow and sat at the edge, staring down, wanting to fall, wishing to sleep forever on the soft looking down. Unfortunately their mother’s drug dealers found him, beat him senseless for trying to do that and took him back home, completely unconscious.
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⌠≡Newbies≡⌡
When the twins turned eight was when shit went down. Something occurred that even Haven and Dakota are still unsure what actually happened, but suddenly their mother and their sister—who had left in search for their father and the twins weren’t even sure if she found him in the end, but returned eventually—were both pregnant and they soon found out that they had been impregnated by the same man. They didn’t care besides the fact they hated the man that did it and supported their sister, made sure they were there for her while despising their mother for allowing this to happen.
Less than nine months later when their sister and niece were born, their view of both changed. They didn’t know how to view their little sister at first but they both feel in love with their baby sister, after she’d returned from the hospital-- having been extremely effected unlike the twins from Odessa’s drug use—after a few months of being there, and their niece, protecting them from the horror that was their mother and basically raised Jocelyn and Vanessa with the help of Val, well a lot of help from Val. They couldn’t find any resentment towards Joce since along with Val, they had to help pay for the hospital fee which meant that until they were paid they didn’t go to school, instead spent their time that whole month either being forced to have sex or recovering from one of the client’s brutality.
A year later it became apparent that both kids were different, troubled. The twins both learned sign language along with Val since Vanessa was deaf while Dakota spoiled and doted on Jocelyn, both twins looking after her since she had issues as well, them being: uncontrollable impulsiveness, poor coordination, and finally terrible memory. Despite the struggle the two brought the twins loved them both so much and cared for them greatly. It seemed like Jocelyn was more their child than a sister at times.
Additionally when he turned eight, they were forced to be put into school, having to attend even if they were bruised and sore after a certain brutal client. School was just another horror story for the twins. Everyone knew who their mother was and that she sold Haven and Dakota out for money. It caused heavy bullying on the twins and once when Dakota literally couldn’t get out of bed Haven had to go to school alone. Dakota had begun to worry when Haven didn’t get home on time and when he finally did, he was beaten and was obviously had been raped and not from a client. Dakota was pissed but he couldn’t protect Haven as the bullying and school in general just became worse. Dakota loathed school, he often skipped and would hide where ever he could, avoiding school and home as much as possible but it never worked. Dakota looked after Haven as much as he could but it was basically impossible with how much they were hassled. It didn’t help that the videos haunted Haven. Dakota knew how to help Haven through his attacks which was fortunate, but unluckily only Dakota and Val could help him through them.
Dakota also learned by this to control the beating of his heart since he had all that extra time to work on it which helped his fainting condition which he got frequently. He was clearly not academically intelligent, failing every class but music and art shockingly. He’d also tried to hang himself twice between the ages of nine and ten, both times he’d kept from his siblings and especially his mother.
⌠≡Pushed to the Limit≡⌡
Three years after Dakota’s little sister and niece were born—Haven and Dakota being eleven at this time-- the request came from a client to use Vanessa. The twins were actually first to hear this, both having ditched school that day to look after Essa and Joce, and overheard their mother talking to a client who asked about Vanessa. Dakota was livid, beyond pissed that she’d put her grandchild into the same situation that they were in, he refused to let this happen.
He’d endured too much from that woman, been through too much because of her and he refused to allow their same fate to happen to them. So he left Haven to care for their younger family members while he left. That day he spent a large chunk of it, the time before Val found out, selling himself out for what he hoped he could mix into Odessa’s drugs to hopefully end her life, at least fuck her up enough to be free from her and her clients. When he’d been given the stuff he’d sold his body for he returned home and tampered with her pills, mixing in the shit that was supposed to fuck her over before returning to his twin to spend time with them and to take care of them that night.
Dakota hadn’t expected it to work but he did not feel an ounce of guilt for killing their mother. When he found out about her overdose on the pills he’d tampered with he knew he was at fault but be didn’t know what to do next though.
⌠≡New Life≡⌡
Instead Val got them out of there and to their father’s house that she had actually found, taking them all to live with him. Unfortunately Dakota was already too broken to ever be normal, or try for a normal life. It took a long time for the twins to open up to their father, being unknown to the fact that since he’d walked out he’d been trying to get them back. Dakota hated their father, resenting him and it took a long time for him to even begin to forgive him for abandoning them. He only began to soften up when he learned about what actually was going on with him and how Jonathan had been trying to get them since he walked out on them. The therapy never helped him either –the same thing as his twin--, it only made him hate everything more but he was getting slightly better, to a point but in the end, not a few months till his twelfth birthday he continued to ‘commit suicide’ though it didn’t happen too often but it was around this time that he began to drink heavily.
Jonathan knew that both of his boys were deeply wounded from what their mother put them through but Dakota and he didn’t have much of a connection since he still had some resent harboring within him towards his father. Although, Dakota still fell in love with music, soon the twins beginning to teach themselves and each other how to play different instruments, oddly finding that learning was easy. Dakota found he liked the rough, raspy and ‘screamo’ element of singing, it was actually something be was good at and soon became the drummer in their soon developed band: Storm in the Darkness. Their band, his siblings and niece were the only things that meant anything to Dakota, the only thing that kept him fighting, that kept him from truly grabbing a gun and ending it all.
He didn’t become close to his father though, still weary of him but his home life was his haven now, since school was still absolute shit but he knew it wouldn’t last forever luckily. It was the main reason why Dakota continued to skip school, tending to head home or go somewhere secluded to practice. Dakota, along with Haven, viewed Val more of a ‘motherly’ figure despite her attitude, he trusted his siblings and knew he could rely on them but he kept his previous and continuous suicide attempts from them. This was also about the time that he began growing his hair out to hide his eyes, hating that they were the reason he was first raped, why he was often requested/bought.
Dakota dragged Haven off to get some piercings with him, planning on getting snake bites, one of the reasons for this was because he had heard their mother sneering at someone who had them, saying how it was disgusting. It was really another way for him to rebel against her even if she had passed on. Additional to the snake bites, he got two tattoos to represent how he personally felt. He loved how he could express himself like this, it gave him a freedom to an extent.
Dakota was also there for Haven when he was coming into terms with his sexuality, and he didn’t give a shit if his drinking buddy, Val, was homosexual as well. Dakota though wasn’t as strict with his sexuality, he didn’t feel much for anyone besides aggression but he knew he’d only like someone for their personality.
⌠≡Current≡⌡
Currently at fifteen, his ‘fathering’ of Joce and Van wasn’t really needed anymore with their father helping out and taking that over but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend a lot of time with Joce and Essay still along with Haven. Dakota despises school and skips about every chance he can get but often stays around or attends only for Haven to make sure no one bothers him.
Additionally to this he still frequently plays in their band, loving learning and memorizing their songs and performing in front of people. He knew that this was the only thing be ever wanted to do, the only thing he could ever do with his life besides becoming a prostitute which was not an option.
He’d attempted to off himself with pills at weak moments though but as of recently he had not attempted any suicide any time soon, something he’s not sure how to feel about it. Fortunately though, there had been an addition to their family, a runt kitten that Dakota continuously calls peanut much to Haven’s irritation but Dakota definitely likes the little thing. His relationship with his father is still rocky but ever since Val had been there the first time he attempted to off himself with pills she’d been kinda distant but they still like to sit up on the roof and drink themselves mad.
He’d recently become Pro-Resistance, becoming aware of the situation the city was in but he could frankly care less about the circumstances. He also dislikes the Council since their mother favored them, the stupid bitch.
"Tried to off myself with pills, didn't work, but did I really want it to work?"
▐▬〈 ℕαмє 〉 Charlotte Blake
↬ Alliances {nicknames}: Charlie or Blake
▐▬〈 Дєġ 〉 Twenty-Three { 23 }
↬ Birthday: December 6th
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▐▬〈 ǤєηԀєг 〉 Female {♀}
↬ Sexuality: Heterosexual {mildly bi-curious}
↬ Involvement: Charlotte is not involved emotionally with anyone at the moment.
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✤ "Machines and robots, I can program them to behave just how I want. People? They are unpredictable and dangerous, especially when they are out for power and blood. No need to deal with them if I don’t have to.” ✤
▐▬〈 Дllєġiaηcє 〉 Herself
↬Charlie learned quickly that trust in political groups was not a good idea. Getting what they want, it was what those groups were best at, even if it meant fucking everyone in their way. Charlotte avoids getting involved. It’s the smartest strategy.
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➟ Θccʊpation: Creator and Owner of Mirage.
✤ “If reality is what you see, then I’m pretty much god within the walls of Mirage considering you see whatever the fuck I let you or want you to.”✤
↬ Mirage (view spoiler)
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▐▬〈 Hobbiєs 〉
✓ Creating, altering, and programming any and all technology.
✓ Graffiti, creating it and looking at it.
✓ Drinking with friends in excess
✓ Intel gathering, for personal knowledge mostly
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▐▬〈 Дppєaraηce〉
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✤ Despite the tattoos that paint her body, there’s still a delicate look to Charlotte. Perhaps it was her straight, light blond locks, soft sun-slightly tan skin, bright blue eyes, or beautifully feminine build? Yeah, that was probably it. She often manages to attract a decent range of attention seeing as she pulls qualities from a few quite different pools of looks. Alongside her physical appearance, Charlie holds herself with confidence. ✤
↬ Hair: Lighter blonde, with darker streaks running through it here and there.
↬ Eyes: Blue
↬ Height: 5 feet & 5 inches
↬ Weight: 119 lbs.
↬ Face Claim: Sara Fabel
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Charlotte is a woman who can stand, thrive even, on her own, but she prefers to have people beside her. As important as her machines are to her, flesh and blood friends are nice to keep around considering they are out of her control. In most cases, Charlie likes being in control, hell most programmers and creators have control issues, but there are times that she likes things to be out of her hands. The only way that will happen is if she’s not programming the things around her. She keeps balance between her need to be in control and desire to be out by picking and choosing her close friends very carefully. Once she considers a person a good friend, Charlotte becomes very loyal and dedicated to them, to a fault even. But it’s not too often that she makes that good of friends. However, for the runners up, she’ll still try and help them out…until it becomes a safety hazard for herself. So yes, like most, she does tend to put herself first, with few exceptions.
Charlie, she can often be called blunt, not bothering to sugar coat things often. Life is what it is; baby people only weaken them in the long run. There’s a bit of a twisted humor embedded within Charlotte, often coming out in bad situations, But honestly, it was rare she hung around anyone that didn’t have that sort of humor. Despite seeming well put together, Charlie does have a bit of an adrenaline need. In a lot of cases, she can get her high through her tech projects, but if those can’t fit her needs, Charlotte has been known to hit the streets, indulging in whatever may cross her path that night. So yes, there is a bit of a spontaneous, fun side to her as well if you catch her on the right night and in need of some sort of pick me up that she couldn’t feed with a new program or robotic creation.
There’s defiantly a competitive side to Charlotte. She likes to push herself, and often the best way to improve at anything is to have someone there to push her along. One of the biggest players in advancement has and always will be competition, and Charlie likes advancement, ergo she likes competing. There’s also a bit of a temper to Charlotte when her buttons get pressed. Typically she doesn’t bite, but Charlie is more than willing to sink her teeth into someone whenever she is tempted to. As good of a friend as she is an enemy, truly. Being the prior is far better than the latter.
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There’s such thing as good and bad genetics, common fact, just as the saying ‘only the strongest will survive.’ Charlotte, she was not the product of some romantic story. Her father, Mathew Blake, he wanted to have a child to carry on his name, but he didn’t want to risk getting some genetically inferior creature that wouldn’t last a day in the real world. He breed not out of love, not at all; his soul purpose of sleeping with Charlotte’s mother, Brianna Watch, was to get a baby that would make waves one day. Nine months passed, and along came Charlotte, Matt’s pride and joy if ever he had a thing, for this girl, she would become his greatest accomplishment.
Working among the council at the time, Matt was quite busy, so until Charlie could walk, she was often left with Karen Lott, a nanny he hired to tend to his daughter when he couldn’t. Once she was up on her feet, Matt would let Charlie stay with him in the tech lab the council had access to. At a young age, she began playing with toy gadgets and machines as if they were toys. It started with her disassembling things, seeing how things worked. Then she would put them back together, trying to get them to work once more. But soon, Charlie wasn’t just breaking things down and putting them back together, no; she was creating. After creating came programing, making the machines she built do whatever she wanted through cleverly strung together keystrokes. Her and technology, it was if she owned it. She owned the future, her father would tell her. Technology was the future, and Charlotte Blake owned it in that naturally gifted mind of hers.
It was evident to anyone who caught word of Charlie of how useful she would be in the ‘right’ hands and how devastating if in the ‘wrong’. Matt, he was a council man, and so it was pretty much a guarantee that Charlie would fight by their side. So when a fire raged through their home when Charlotte was just over fourteen, it was safe to assume the resistance had meant to kill the girl before she could help the council out any more than she had. Matt tried to get them both out safely…but things didn’t go his way. A collapse in the ceiling resulted in him being knocked down, dropping Charlie just out of reach of the flaming rumble. The girl tried to pull her daddy out, but she wasn’t strong enough to. She couldn’t just leave him. So she didn’t; staying by him, Charlotte passed out from smoke inhale.
The next thing Charlie knew, she was waking up in the council infirmary, dazed and confused at first before everything flashed back to her. Desperately, she started trying to hook herself from monitors and get from the bed to search for her dad, pleading for someone to tell her if he was okay. It didn’t take long for a doctor to inform her that her father had been pulled from the house as well, but he was unconscious still. If and when he would wake up was a bit hazy to them. Without her father being awake, the council had no use for him. But if they kicked him out of their infirmary, they’d lose Charlotte to. So for the following six months, they kept him hooked up to machines in a room of their infirmary while Charlie created various gadgets, programs, and machines for them that provided a wide array of usages. But things changed when Charlotte found something buried deep in an encrypted hard drive of someone who worked with the council.
Everyone worked for themselves, Charlotte learned that day. Someone within their own walls had tried to kill, not Charlie’s father, but her. Why? Because she would be the face of their technological advancement instead of them. So they tried to get rid of her. It was clear to her, she had to get her father and herself out of there. Before that day, Charlie had kept her nose buried in her creations and codes, letting the business of the world go on however it did, thinking highly of the council since she’d trusted what her father had told her. But rain had poured down on her pretty day, and Charlotte couldn’t look back. She decided to find out what the world was all about over the following six months. Digging into every single file she could get her hands on, which was pretty much all of them, Charlie read, learned, and was scarred. The bright and shiny council her daddy raved about was tainted—painted fucking black and red. There was barely any good for the people they were leading. But fuck, the info she read on the resistance was almost as bad! Was anyone worth follow? Or even worth working for?
Charlotte decided she didn’t want to stay where she was. Deeply embedding a nearly impossible to kill virus into the entirety of the council’s technological system, Charlie had her escape. The virus was set to cripple the council, including causing certain machines to explode, if they lost a certain transmission signal. Said signal was being sent through five different tiny chips Charlie implanted into herself. The chips would continue sending the signal if their part of the body was getting electronical signals sent by the brain, which would pretty much always happen if that part of the body was alive. There had to be three of the signals being sent at all times, or else, the virus would start its rampage. Charlotte briefly explained the situation, knowing well this wouldn’t go over well. She ensured it was a safety precaution, not an attempt to dethrone them, going on to mention that she could do that pretty easy if she had wanted to. No, she just wanted to live without them looming over her head. She wanted to live without working under someone. If they wanted any of her tech, she’d consider providing if the price was high enough and she was okay with it. Pretty much, the girl didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want to. And that’s…pretty much how she continued to live her life after they very hatefully let her leave.
With her father now in private care in a flat she got, floating on the decent bit of money her family had saved up, Charlotte began to focus on creating things she wanted to. From tiny mechanical bugs that sent camera feedback from wherever they were, to electronical ‘pinches’ the size of a tennis ball, to an alternative form of energy, whatever popped into her mind, Charlie started to work on it. Her apartment was laced with security measures that ensured not a soul would get in or out unless she allowed it, and she pretty much raised herself with the occasional visit from the Karen to make sure the little girl she helped raise was still okay. She wasn’t a sheltered child for long, dipping into the darker pleasures life had to offer to see what all she liked and didn’t. If she needed to raise money for any project she had in mind, Charlotte would branch out and see if there were any tech needed to be created by…well, whoever needed it, after weighing the pro and cons of creating whatever it was.
There were a few cases of her ‘purchased’ creations resulted rather big…uproars, making her step back and take a better look at what she was selling. The majority of the time, producing something for a client was not a safe bet. People didn’t do things for the fun of it. It was to get a step ahead, to gain power, or to make a statement. She shouldn’t care; it wasn’t like she was doing the bad shit they were with what she made. She just made the devices. But without her, they wouldn’t be able to do whatever screwed up thing they did. In other words, Charlotte needed another way to make money. Wait…why not sell her clean energy power source to a few buildings, charging them monthly for their upkeep? It was cheaper than electricity, after all, and less likely to be disrupted in storms or by devices designed to mess with it. It was an easy product to sell and didn’t have a blow back. So she costed on the decent income from that.
At the age of twenty and a half, Charlie’s father experienced a downturn in his health. Maybe it was finally time to just let him go. He wasn’t showing signs of waking up. Charlotte went on a search for the best doctor, coming across the quick rising Holland Shepard. She peaked Holland’s interest in Matt’s cause enough to come out to her flat and do some exams or whatever she needed to try and figure out if she could wake up Charlie’s dad. Surprisingly enough, after a few days, Holland came to her and said she could fix him. Through a mixture of unnamed injections into the brain and targeted electro therapy, Holland basically revitalized the damaged brain tissue, and remapped the neurons to work properly. In short, Matt woke up perfectly fine. It should have been a great thing for Charlotte; her daddy as awake! But, as it turned out, dear ol dad didn’t like that his little girl had turned her back on the council, resulting in a pretty heated argument, touching on how it was one of them that tried to kill her and Charlie pulling out numerous other things she’d learned they did. In the end, he ended up saying that she would always be his daughter, and he would love her, but he was still a council supporter, and always would be.
With a now ‘meh’ relationship with the father she’d idolized for so long, Charlotte was in need of change—she was in need of someone to take the place of the one person she talked to about everything, even if he’d been in a coma. This was how Holland became her roommate. The next three years went by pretty great, being able to bitch to Holland and vis versa about anything either of them needed to bitch about. Or if it couldn’t be resolved through bitchin’, they’d get wasted together until whatever it was didn’t matter. Within the past year, the idea popped into Charlie’s mind for something that would pull in plenty of money for an idea she had. Through the collaboration with Holland and herself, the girls created a nanobot and serum that would be fundamental to the club Mirage. For three months, sporadically Charlotte opened the doors to Mirage, gaining plenty of followers and income. Life was pretty good, to say the least.
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▐▬〈 Family 〉
✓ Mathew Blake : Father : Alive : Age, 53.
✓ Brianna Watch : Biological Mother : Alive : Age, 44.
"Sometimes, everyone needs to slow down and see life as a blessing and enjoy it as such. Really. "
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Varda Marie Emerson
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Vare
Aɢᴇ﹕ 22
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ May 22
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 3:37"I am who I am, and I see no shame in any of it."
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Panromantic gynesexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Neutral
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Waitress
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Research (particularly regarding magic), taking care of others, cooking, sketching, listening to music, talking
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Vare is pretty. She has dark eyes, passionate about her ideas and work. They match her hair, too, which is also dark, silky, laying somewhere in the middle of wavy and straight. It tumbles down to just past her breasts. While she often keeps it down, sometimes, she pits it up in a messy ponytail or bun. She has tan skin, a warm color that compliments her eyes and hair well. She has a gorgeous smile. She is thin, maybe a bit underweight, despite the fact she has a love for junk food and larger portions. She isn't tall, but also she isn't short.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'5"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Freida Pinto"I like being different, doing what I'm interested in. But no matter how eccentric I get, know I'm sane."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Out there. That is one way to describe who Vare is. She follows her heart, and she likes things far out of the ordinary and the mainstream. Her primary interest is magic. Magic. What happened to it and those with magical blood in them? Vare is naturally inquisitive and loves learning. Magic just happens to be what she focuses on. It's the topic she finds the most fascinating of all of the ones she has encountered. Talisha, who was like a mother to her, always encouraged her research, and in a lot of ways, Vare does it all to honor her as well as because it's her own interests.
Vare has long since learned to be the stable and responsible one in relationships. Her parents were never stable or really able to function without money. They weren't abusive, but they weren't responsible either. Beginning from when her father's gambling forced them into the Middle City Slums, Vare learned to take over around the house, doing things Talisha had once done. This was especially true when Vare's father became an alcoholic. Vare ahd to take care of both herself and him. And she continued taking care of people, taking care of an ailing Talisha later on.
Vare is smart. She's naive, never having seen first hand the true horrors the City could hold, but she has the book smarts. Vare is willing to do some things in order to stay afloat, but when it comes down to it, she'd rather stick by her morals and stay true to herself and make due than do the wrong thing and be selfish and live in comfort. Vare is friendly and often goes out of her way to talk to people and make them happy. She isn't a pushover as a result of this. She is able to say no, and she is able to do this in ways that don't hurt the other person, either.
"People need help. It's a pattern. But what if those who need help the most were once those that would never have needed any?"
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Vare was born rich. She was an only child, born to parents who had been rich their entire lives. They lived the life. They went to parties, looked glamorous, showed off baby Vare as if she were some point of pride. Neither of her parents were down to earth, and if it came down to it, they weren't skilled at anything in particular. They just had money and knew how to spend it. Vare could remember for the first many years of her life having luxuries. She had the finest cloths and toys.
And she had the finest nanny. Her parents were always so busy living the life that they had a nanny for Vare. Vare adored her nanny. Talisha McCormick, her name was. She was a wonderful woman and took care of Vare and adored the little girl. In truth, Talisha and her husband, Jimmy, were more Vare's parents than Vare's own. This was not, of course, terribly uncommon in the Heart of the City. Vare just knew she was lucky to have Talisha and Jimmy.
This didn't keep her from having at least some lingering resentment toward her parents. However, she wasn't really aware she had any resentment toward them until she was seven. Vare had been entirely oblivious to the many problems of her parents. She'd always seen them as aloof but caring glamour queens. But it was when she was seven, very nearly eight, that she learned of her father's gambling problem for the very first time.
And she learned of it because he'd lost enough money that they could no longer afford to employ any staff. And that included Vare's parental figures, Talisha and James. Vare could remember sobbing, and it was Talisha, not Vare's mother, that held her as she sobbed. And Talisha had been sobbing, too. And just as Vare's sobs were subsiding, her mother came and forcibly dragged Talisha away from her. That was something Vare couldn't forgive.
Vare's parents started trying to form a relationship with her then, but Vare never connected with them the way she had with Talisha and Jimmy. Vare never wanted to. And it wasn't as if they were suddenly acting like A+ parents, either. They often left their young daughter on her own so that they could attend parties they no longer truly had the money to attend. During the days, when they were around more, Vare would then have school. Vare loved school. She had friends despite being a bit eccentric, and she could learn.
Vare soon discovered her passion for knowledge. She loved learning. She loved discovering things that people didn't know. So she started going to the library often when not in school. She never cut school once when she went to the school in the Heart of the City. Her parents were alarmed by how much Vare preferred school and the library than being home with them. As a result, they started to drag her shopping and to parties in order to inflict their love of such things on their only child.
Vare wasn't having any of it. When she was ten, having had a year and a half of this already, she flat out told her parents that if they wanted to make her like them, like what they did at all, they had to meet her halfway and couldn't expect her to become exactly like them. Vare wouldn't ever be sure if she had gotten through to them.
Only a week after she'd talked to them, the financial situation they'd been in truly caught up with them. Their flat in the Heart of the City was foreclosed. None of their friends wanted them at their parties anymore. Vare's parents were upset to say the least. Vare was acting more mature than either of them were. She held it together and put a good face on it, telling her parents that they'd be okay and find a way to move on. Her mother spent most of her time sobbing, and Vare's dad started drinking and gambling more.
The Emersons were lucky that a family friend, Mrs. Vaughn, took pity on them and bought them a flat in a better part of the Middle City Slums. Vare's mother insisted that they refuse the gift, that it was a mockery and a joke. Vare's dad, however, accepted the gift without informing his wife. Vare's mother was furious, and it was abundantly clear that she despised the flat they had to live in. Vare's father assumed that she'd get over it and be grateful and help him reestablish the Emerson family's fortune. He was wrong. About half a year after they'd moved, he found his wife hanging from the ceiling. And it was clear that she'd hanged herself.
Vare's father gave up his attempts to rebuild their fortunes and revisited old habits. Though he had very little of his own, he started up gambling again, more than he had before. He'd always liked a good drink, but now he was an actual drunkard. Vare stopped expecting him home really ever and began taking care of herself. She learned how to cook and clean and do really everything, and when her dad was home, she took care of him, too. In fact, this was quickly the theme of her relationship with her dad. She eventually became glad to have any sort of relationship with him. Glad that he was only a depressive drunk, not a violent one.
She was about fifteen when her father died from alcohol poisoning. Vare was horrified, of course. He was her last parent living. And now he wasn't living either. Vare had no interest in going to the orphanage at all. She'd heard horror stories about how awful it was from some of the other kids at school. She'd had to skip some school, too, in order to take care of everything. She'd hated that.
Vare decided to take her fate into her own hands and decided that she would find Talisha and Jimmy. And so she did. Jimmy had gotten into the middle of a shootout between gangs by accident and gotten killed. Talisha was still alive, but she wasn't doing well. She'd started losing her sight, too. Vare moved in with her and took care of Talisha as best as she could around school. She got a job to start paying for things, too, since Talisha needed to stop working.
Talisha always told Vare to look into what interested her, and so Vare always took a little bit of time to research in the library or bring books home to look things up. And it was then that her mind caught on something.
Magic.
The subject fascinated Vare. There were many unanswered topics about it as if no one had ever bothered to put much thought into that. That, more than anything, bothered her. Some of Vare's first questions were answered easily: When did it go? What lines had the most of it? What types were there?
Vare spent all of her free-time learning about that until she had an entire notebook filled with information and thoughts on the subject. Especially when she was finally out of school she had time to research it around household chores and duties. Despite Talisha's ailing health, Vare bounced her thoughts and questions off her old nanny. Vare was twenty when her life changed again. Talisha died, leaving Vare everything she had. Talisha's own children had long since died -- it had been an illness for which a cure had yet to be invented, so Vare was the closest thing she had to a child of her own.
Vare stayed in the flat where Talisha and Jimmy had lived and took the same care of it. Vare was done with research, however. She wanted to learn more first-hand. She had discovered that in general, a lot of people from the magical lines -- Voclain, MacLeod, di Markesan, and others -- had all suffered some sort of effects to losing their magic. Vare didn't think she could truly look into them, the Voclains especially. But she decided to look more into other types of magic and types of mental illnesses prevalent in society.
It was not long before she found similarities between two types: Dissociative Identity Disorder and shape-shifting. To Vare, it seemed almost obvious really. She guessed that those with the disorder would have been, in a world with magic, those with the ability to shape-shift. She decided this was the theory she wanted to pursue.
But where was she going to come across someone who happened to have the disorder?
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
>> Bonita Emerson; mother; died 12 years previous
>> Raul Emerson; father; died 7 years previous
>> Talisha McCormick; Vare's nanny & maternal figure; died 2 years previous
>> Jimmy McCormick; nanny's husband & Vare's paternal figure; died 10 years previous
"Magic is real. Unseen. But where has it all gone? And why is it here no more?"
"What do you think you're looking at? I'll do what I do, and there isn't any shit thing you can pull to stop me."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Pheonix Ariadna Lichtenburg Luscari
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Phi
"Everyone feels a need to tout how old they are, how much experience they have. Sorry, bitches, but it's a young people's world."
Aɢᴇ﹕ 27
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ May 9
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 13:30
"I was raised to think I could be with whoever I want. Sorry, but your prejudices have no place in my world."
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Demiromantic Pansexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Frenemies with benefits relationship with Noni
"Is it so surprising that I'm loyal to those that have forsaken me? I want them to want me back. They need to know they need me, not the other way around."
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Luscari Family (views the resistance and city council as just more gangs)
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Special effects artist for a club, gangster
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Graffiti, arson, hacking, poetry, freerunning, planning crimes (Theft, murdering rivals, etc)
Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕
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Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Phi has dark eyes filled with cunning. She was grown a gangster, a leader, and that is who she intends to be. And doesn’t she look the part? She keeps her hair short, spiky. She wears dark eyeliner around her eyes. And she wears fancy clothing and has that casual elegance of the rich criminals. The only disguise she is willing to wear is a hat and maybe slightly less ostentatious clothing. She is beautiful, almost a dark siren, and she knows it, too. And while she may be flirty or seductive at times, she does not show off her body, preferring to keep a mystique in that and everything else.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'8"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Shannyn Sossamon
"Everyone of class knows how to be false. Some of us no how to be damn scary with it, too."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Phi is the type of person that would poke a lion just to see how many times she can do it before it bites her head off. Phi's always been the type to do what she wants and damn all the consequences, and that gets her into a whole lot of trouble that she often is unprepared to deal with. As a result of this tendency, she is often seen as being insubordinate and a rogue element. And maybe she is both, but Phi figures it's her and that she doesn't need to go around caring about how everyone else views her. Caring about others would be ridiculous, obviously.
Except that for as much as Phi does give off that not giving a shit about anyone else vibe, she does actually care about others. More specifically, she cares a hell of a lot for the Luscari gang that cast her out. Authority is just something she is physically incapable of. Really, it was just because her fathers raised her that way -- obviously. It can't just be the way she was born, could it?
Phi gives off an air of privilege. Despite being a criminal and willing to go to really any length to do whatever the fuck she feels like, she knows how to act in the higher circles of society. And she's pretty damn good at it, too. She has the snobbery of the upper class, the discerning eye for fashion and the highest qualities. Despite this, she's not averse to "roughing it" or staying in the Slums. That last part's fortunate as that is exactly what she's been doing for years.
Phi has a temper, and she knows it too. She knows it only takes so long before she's entirely pissed off. She'd always been the type to try to have the upper hand even when she is aware she really doesn't, so she'd be more likely to tell someone else to punch a person. She only does the violence herself when she has to. Or really, whenever she feels like it.
Phi isn't a romantic, and she sees relationships as easily changeable. She figures that none of them last forever for various reasons. She also realizes that in order to do what is best for oneself and the gang, people have to be sacrificed. As a result, she tries not to be attached. That is, of course, ironic because she does get attached. And she lets herself get very close to people. This doesn't mean that she doesn't have sex casually. In fact, she is well aware of how attractive she is, and if she isn't in an actual relationship (or a sexually fulfilling relationship that one time) she has a tendency to sleep around.
"Family is the basis of our business. But family dies, and family grows stronger, too. It's the world and our business."
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕>>Erica Lichtenburg; birth mother; alive
>>Ross Lichtenburg; birth father; alive
>>Katalyn Lichtenburg; birth sister; 28; alive
>>Lauren Lichtenburg; birth sister; 25; alive
>>Kevin Lichtenburg; birth brother; 21; alive
>>Draco Jaque Luscari; adopted father; alive
>>Michael Lyon Luscari; adopted father; dead
>>Lupei Amelia Luscari; adopted sister; 32; alive
>>Viktor Ted Luscari; adopted brother; 27; alive
>>Dene Frederick Luscari; adopted brother; 23; dead
>>Dmitry Grigory Luscari; adopted brother; 21; alive"We can do what we want whenever the hell we want to do it. We've always had the means."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Phi was born to natives of the Heart of the City. They'd lived there their whole lives. So had their parents and their parents' parents and so on. They weren't the richest of the rich, of course. Only middlingly rich. A person a few generations back had spent almost half the family fortune on a bad investment. The family was recovering, but not yet fully recovered. The family was making do -- doing really well, in fact. When Phi was born, she was the second child. She'd only just be the middle child before they lost her.
Like many families from the Heart of the City, the Lichtenburg children were taken care of primarily by nannies. Phi wasn't yet old enough to care, though she was old enough to understand that she didn't really know her parents. Of course, her life would take a drastic turn when she was three years of age. Her nanny at the time, a woman called Felicity James, had taken the little girl to an open air market in the Middle City Slums. That was a bad idea at any time, but with Felicity, it was worse. She'd accidentally let Phi out of her sight for ten minutes, and in that time, Phi had wandered off. Felicity searched for hours and hours, but she couldn't find her charge.
That was because a couple of police officers had found her first and already taken her to the orphanage. The people at the orphanage weren't overly cruel to her. Sure, they weren't nice exactly, but they weren't horrible either. Pheonix still didn't really care being as young as she was even though no one but she could dry her tears when she sobbed. Phi wasn't at the orphanage for very long. Just over a year, in fact. The Luscari family from the Heart of the City decided that they wanted an additional child and adopted both Phi and a little boy named Viktor, who was her own age. As neither of them had been given surnames or middle names (as far as anyone was aware), the two were named in the fashion of the family. Pheonix Ariadna Luscari and Viktor Ted Luscari. Both four years old. The Luscaris already had two children -- Lupei and Dene. They would have another child two years later, a boy called Dmitry.
The Luscaris were not an ordinary family by any means. While they gave off the appearance of a normal glitzy Heart of the City family, they were no such thing. Not even close. Behind closed doors, the Luscari family dropped any semblance of snootiness, needing to keep their hands clean. In truth, they were a crime family living the high life. And their children they taught how to lead that same life. Phi from that young age was instructed in how to hold a gun, how to steal, how to sneak around, and how to plan criminal activities, too.
And then Auntie Marie, the head of the Luscari family, was assassinated by a member of the gang that would later belong to "Shy Max". The gang was suddenly in turmoil. Who would be their next leader? Whom could they trust with that kind of power? There was more than one person from higher ranks competing for the position, after all. Phi was never sure of who all the competitors were. But she did know that it was Draco Luscari, one of her fathers, who got the position.
Draco got the position through the revenge raid. Phi was proud -- she'd helped plan it. After the raid had been completed with Draco's followers (and most of the followers of the other guys had hopped on board), so there had been no real question over who would be in charge. With her new position as daughter of the mob boss, Phi was trained even more in how the mob worked, but now, she was being taught how to run it. Even more than Lupei and Viktor, she was the one who was learning how to be in control. In fact, it was expected that she would be announced Draco's second-in-command when she came of age at sixteen. Dene was the one who was trained the most after her. The back-up future second-in-command. Her competition. But when he died when Phi was thirteen, she was the one that was the heir apparent of the Luscari Family.
But when she was fourteen, the most extraordinary of coincidences occurred. It was at one of the many parties that her family hosted as part of their public face that Pheonix met Lauren Lichtenburg. Pheonix wasn't quite sure how it happened, but with the help of Lauren's mother, it was discovered that Pheonix was their missing child. The child that had been gone for eleven years. While some children might have been elated at this turn of events, Phi was not. Not one bit. She loved her position in the Luscari family.
Phi had no idea how to behave around them, but she knew she could not reveal any of her real skills. She she was sure to act like a bubble-headed party animal. She hated it. She started "dating" too, although her version of dating basically meant monogamy without any actual feelings attached. That might have been why in one "relationship" where she was not sexually fulfilled she recommenced sleeping around. At this point, she was sleeping primarily with people of the male sex.
Despite living with the Lichtenburgs, Phi remained a vital part of the Luscari gang. That position was now just a little less secure, but she would not have given up being a member of the crime family for the world. At least not then. She thought she would always be part of the gang and banked on it. Her success, however, was going to her head without her even noticing it. When she was sixteen, she moved back into her dads' house. It was good, and Phi considered herself almost definitely the knew right-hand man of her father. In some ways, she was. She did more planning than the actual right-hand man, but she was not actually named her father's second-in-command. Phi found this both frustrating in limiting as technically she answered to a man she despised and considered to be a fool -- the actual right-hand-man. She started to make executive decisions without their approval, and gang members started to see her as a way around the actual leadership as they knew she'd end up being the one to take the fall if their missions went wrong.
She was eighteen when she got her first "girlfriend." This, like the "boyfriends", was also causal sex. It was only a bit to her surprise when she discovered her mob boss dad and his husband actually preferred her being with girls than with guys. She just found it amusing and joked that they were heterophobes even though she knew they weren't quite that far over on the spectrum.
Not long after she broke up with said "girlfriend" and gone back to having one-night stands, Phi's covert dealings within the gang came to the attention of Draco. Draco warned her she had to stop, but Phi assumed that as long as she hid it better, it would be fine to continue. Unfortunately, her father's actual second-in-command overheard the heated exchange. And the second-in-command also overheard when she acted without the commands' approval again.
The next thing she knew, she was in his office, and two of his lackeys were holding her by the arms as the second-in-command beat her up. Phi didn't stop shouting, saying things like "Wait until my father hears about this!". It was when he put duct tape around her mouth that she realized he'd been in charge all along, not her own father. She was shocked, and she vowed revenge right before he knocked her unconscious. She awakened, pissed, in a burning building. She was lucky to get out alive, unharmed except for the broken arm she'd gotten from jumping out of the window.
In retaliation, she set the Luscari Family's skyscraper on fire. Amazingly, none of their guards caught her. Perhaps this was because she already knew how they were stationed. Perhaps it was dumb luck. But later, after the fire was out, she graffitied the side of the building in flaming letters, saying that Pheonix Luscari wanted back. Naturally, this just made the crime family a bit more averse to letting her back.
She was nearly twenty when she got herself in enough trouble with the gang for the second-in-command to take an interest and beat her up for it. But he beat her up worse this time, and Pheonix was pretty sure he was getting off on it. That just strengthened her resolve to retaliate and get herself taken back. She wasn't even disgusted, strangely enough. She just smiled when they left her mostly unconscious from her injuries on the street. She was found and then healed in the hospital. She was sporting the bruises and cuts for over a month, and she wore them like a badge of honor.
In order to try to convince them to bring her back again, she decided to hack into the data of a rival gang and give it all to her gang. And she succeeded. They got the information and were able to use it to take the other gang down. But she didn't get the credit. Draco and his second-in-command did. Phi was royally pissed off. So she took it out on a couple of members of the Luscari gang in a fistfight.
And so the fight continued, much the same.
But Phi's life changed when she was twenty-four years old. She'd burnt down a building that was pro-council in the Outskirts (It has also contained a money-laundering business for the Luscaris) and attracted the attention of the city council bounty hunter named Noni.
Everything was a whirlwind, but somehow Noni and Phi ended up in an actual relationship. And Phi tried to keep an emotional distance the way she always did, and she knew Noni did the same. All the same, it was the most real relationship Phi had ever had, and she loved it. And Noni. But Noni was not enough to keep Phi from continuing to try to get back into the Luscari Crime Family. She re-met up with her adopted brother, Dmitry, who wanted out, and together they decided to switch places.
Things were going well with her, but then just after her twenty-sixth birthday, shit hit the fan. Phi got in a fight with members of the Luscari gang worse than her usual. And as a result, she was once again brought before the second-in-command. Except this time, he didn't beat her. She was told that the Luscari Family would take her back if she left Noni. Doing exactly what she thought she would never do, she told him no. But then he said he'd just have Noni killed if she didn't leave her.
Phi knew Noni was competent. But so was her younger brother and especially her aunt, and both were dead. She had no doubts the Luscari Family could see her lover dead. So she made up an excuse about Noni being too distant and left so that Noni would never want to see her again. It broke her heart, but she tried not to feel it and deep inside herself, she knew she failed.
She was almost twenty-seven when she found herself in a swordfight with one of the second-in-command lackeys. It was interesting the way it had happened. One could play with an opponent more in a swordfight, which she was sure was why it was chosen. And Pheonix won, but not without a substantial loss herself -- her left eye. She spent the next week-and-a-half in the hospital recovering, and afterward, she would wear a golden eyepatch. There was, however, still a problem. She and Dmitry met to revise their plans to compensate for her missing eye, but both knew it would be difficult and still are redrafting their plans.
But Phi is faced with an impossible question:
Does she want to become a Luscari anew?
"A lot of stupid shit happens for no apparent reason. Why not join in on the action?"
"People all have to grow into themselves. I hope I'm finally managing it a few years too late."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Freya Delylath Vaughn
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕She wouldn't claim to have any, but Zwink's character will call her FredAɢᴇ﹕ 18
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ June 11
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 18:53
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Gyneromantic asexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Neutral, but slightly more fond of the city council than the resistance based on where she grew up
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Photographer and barista at Coffee Break
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Writing, drawing, playing with her two kittens, trying to figure out how to do charity events, attending parties
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Freya matches. She had hair and skin of about the same tan. Her hair is silky, reaching down to just below her breasts. It falls in waves, but sometimes, she takes the time to straighten it or to to put it up for parties. Her eyes are stunning, somewhere between blue and green. She wears turquoise eyeliner to bring her eyes out even more. She often wears a light lipgloss and light blush. She prefers to wear jeans and an elegant t-shirt, but she definitely enjoys wearing dresses and skirts, particularly to parties hosted in the Heart of the City.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'6"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Amanda Lajcaj"Cats have it right. Family and friends are important, but sometimes, you have to say no."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Who Freya is now is new. Sure, some things about her are the same, but she is stronger now. She is not proud of the girl she was. If she had to describe who she once was, she'd say she was a pushover. Freya refuses to see that she did stand up for people and didn't do everything people did. She certainly didn't listen to Talisha or her own parents about Tyli. She just did everything Tyli said. Everything. Freya already knew she was against sex, but she agreed to have sex with Tyli anyway because Tyli wanted it. Freya was aware that Tyli was a bad influence. She refused to see the almost codependent nature of their relationship.
If she had to describe who she now is, she would say strong. She is no pushover despite her love of helping others. Indeed, she loves helping people. Now it isn't the entirety of her sense of self. Freya adores people, all of them. She hates to see people hurt, so if someone gets hurt, she makes sure that they are okay before continuing. She admires Sabrina Affini for her work. Indeed, Sabrina is her greatest hero. Sabrina is encouraging her with her aspirations to begin a charity.
Since rethinking her life, Freya has made an effort to always be on her best manners. She puts a high value on kindness and always tries to do right by others. This, of course, doesn't stop her from being at least a little blunt. She always tries to tell people the truth even if they dislike it, especially if what they’re doing might cause harm to others. She has no qualms about telling people no. She sticks to her resolutions, and once her mind is made up, it rarely changes.
She likes to think of every situation ahead of time so that she can plan for them ahead of time. She likes to stick to her plans when she can. But if a situation calls for it, she can snap from strategic to impulsive in a heartbeat. She is like this with her money too, having decided to make sure she has enough in order to live a life of luxury even on her salary and have decent savings. She doesn't do what a lot of rich people do and go on spending binges. But if she sees a needy person on the street, she might give up all the money she has with her in order to help them. She has money to spare. But sometimes, she struggles with this because it is so much like how she was with Tyli. And so there is her greatest struggle: where does she need to draw the line?
"We are all worthwhile, and we all need to figure out who we are before the world tells us. I wish someone had kept me from meeting Nyli until I understood."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Freya's parents were rich. Rich, properly, stupidly rich. Or at least, they both were when Freya was born. Freya's father's family had once been rich, but that was no longer the case. But nevertheless, he fell in love with Freya's mother, Griselda. And Griselda loved him too. Unfortunately, she was not permitted by her mothers to marry him as a result of his lack of money. Rich girls don't marry poor boys, they told her. Griselda didn't want to lose her mothers, so she declined Freya's father's, Dervis's, proposal.
She didn't marry anyone else for the next year, though. And the next year, Dervis had made his fortune gambling. He befriended a man called Raul Emerson. Raul was already rich, and when Dervis asked Griselda again to marry him, Raul gave Griselda's mothers a character reference. Griselda and Dervis were permitted to marry. They were as much a novelty as the Tristes.
Freya was born not long after, the eldest of all her siblings. Then there were Axel, Agnes, Edwin, Dagny, Isabel, and Jannick. Freya was the eldest, and it showed. Often, she was the one to take care of the littler ones when she was old enough to be trusted to do so. She adored her family, loving being around people. She was not a fan of being alone, especially not being used to so much noise around. Her family were her first friends. Then there was their usual nanny, Talisha, who was recommended by the Emersons. Freya was happy and had a happy childhood even though her parents were always living it up at parties.
And then, when Freya was six, she met Notylia. Tyli was not a girl from the Heart of the City. She was a Slums girl through and through, shitty home life and all. And Freya adored her and wanted to help her no matter what it cost to her. A bleeding heart has to be careful, Talisha would tell her, always fretting about her relationship with Tyli, always worried that Tyli's life wasn't what it seemed. Though her nanny was from the Slums and would know these types of things, Freya always chose to ignore her nanny's advice.
But of course, as with much discarded advice, Freya should have listened. She should have listened. It wasn’t long before Tyli started asking Freya for things. Money, clothes, et cetera. And Freya always saw it as helping out a friend, not something even close to being a problem. Freya was always closest to Edwin of all her siblings. When Freya and Edwin hung out together, they were often just called "Fred". Really, he was the one person closer to her than Tyli. And Tyli, she knew, didn't like that. Tyli always treated Edwin poorly when she saw him. So Freya just always tried to keep them separate. She didn't see it as cause to leave Tyli.
And then when they were eight, Tyli told her she wanted to go to school in the Heart of the City, not the Slums. Freya swallowed slowly . . . and then she agreed to find a way to keep Tyli in her family's flat. She didn't want her family to find out, so she got nothing new, but she found a way to sneak Tyli in. Tyli would sleep in her bed with her, borrow her clothes, and eat dinner with the Vaughns. Freya found she liked it. This was, of course, despite how bossy and possessive and leach-like Tyli was to her. As far as Freya was concerned, it was supposed to be like that.
And when Freya thirteen, she realized that while she had no interest in having sex with Tyli (or anyone else), she was head-over-heels for Tyli. Freya told her parents before anyone else, and that turned out to be a miscalculation. Her parents insisted that she couldn't be gay (she protested that she liked girl romantically but no one sexually to no avail) and told her that Tyli was not allowed around the house at all. Freya decided she'd have to go even further behind their backs in order to help Tyli.
And it was to her glee when she discovered a couple months later that Tyli liked her back. But it was not too long before Freya realized it brought its own problems. More than anything, what Tyli wanted from his was sex. And Freya didn't want sex with the girl she loved or anyone else. When Tyli finally tried to undress her, Freya managed to hide her anxiety and say she wanted to take things slow. This led to Tyli storming out. When the girl returned, she and Freya had a long makeout session that involved Freya's nightshirt being removed. Freya masked how uncomfortable she was with that.
That just marked the beginning of Freya's real troubles with Tyli. Tyli started going around school, kissing other girls. Hanging out with other girls. Freya was always jealous, but she never said anything. But if she tried to hang out with anyone, even people not of the female gender, Tyli would get horribly jealous. She even beat up one of Freya's friends once. Freya was horrified, but she didn't leave Tyli. She just decided to stop having friends. Better that than upset Tyli, obviously.
But then when Freya was fifteen, she couldn't ignore the problems with Tyli anymore. One day, Tyli came home, and there were traces of blood on her hands. When Freya asked, Tyli just said she'd gotten in a fight. And Freya believed her. She thought nothing of it when she couldn't find little Edwin. And that was the night when she finally gave into Tyli's request for sex. Freya hated every second, and when Freya told Tyli that, she knew Tyli was hurt and upset. Freya felt disgusted with herself and was just afraid.
The next day, when she went into Edwin's room to wake him up for school, she was horrified at what she found. His wrists were slit in a way that made it look like suicide. While the others believed it, Freya didn't. Because she remembered the blood that had been on Tyli's hand. She fainted. When she woke up, she felt this pit of guilt in her stomach and sobbed. To ice the cake, Tyli came in if she wanted to be comforted with sex.
Freya with her tear-stained cheeks stared at her girlfriend. "I won't turn you in," she told Tyli, "I'm still in love you, but that's the last thing I'll ever do for you."
And it was. As Freya lay on the bed unresponsively, the bed felt so empty. Freys decided that it was time for her to rethink her entire life. The first thing she changed was how much of a pushover she was. She decided that she would learn the word 'no'. And she did. Tyli came up to her once on the streets, and Freya found herself able to walk away from her ex with very little thought. It felt strange, but Freya was much happier then than she had been in years.
When Freya finished school, she got a job at the Coffee Break. She had heard it was one of the best places in the city and one of the most generous establishments. And Freya wanted to help people still. She just wanted to do it productively this time. Very little time passed before Freya came to look up to Sabrina Affini, the owner.
About a year after school ended, she had enough to move out of her parents' place and buy a decent-sized flat closer to the edge of the Heart of the City. She was happy at that. It was a fresh start away from where she had always been around Tyli and Edwin. But she was lonely. She had always been around her large family, but in her own place was very quiet. One day, about a month ago, Freya found a box of kittens left in the dumpster. Two were dead, but two were still alive. That pair she named Mars and Diana after the Roman dieties. But despite her little kittens, she still feels very . . . alone.
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
>>Griselda Caroline Vaughn; mother; alive
>>Dervis Jay Vaughn; father; alive
>>Axel Marcellus Vaughn; brother; 15; alive
>>Agnes Michaela Vaughn; sister; 15; alive
>>Edwin Richard Vaughn; brother; would have been 14; dead
>>Dagny Isidora Vaughn; sister; 12; alive
>>Isabel Elianna Vaughn; sister; 9; alive
>>Jannick Patrick Vaughn; brother; 7; alive
"Somewhere in everyone is a star. It's sad to see how many people let that gift go to waste."
I ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ J-Iᴄᴇ/Jᴀsᴍɪɴᴇ.[
]Hair: Short, cropped, red hair
Eyes: Silver
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 140 Lbs
Build: Muscular
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●◉○Name○◉● Alexa Jackson
◌◎Nickname◎◌ Alex, Lexie
●◉○Age○◉● 21
◌◎Birthday◎◌ August 18th
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Leo
●◉○Gender○◉● ♀
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual
◌◎Relationship Status◎◌ Single
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●◉○Species○◉● Human
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▪▣▫History▫▣▪ Alexa was born second to her poor parents, the younger twin. She and her brother went 'canning' and the like after school to make extra money for their flat. They'd scan the streets for scrap metal and trash that could be reused and earn a few pennies here and there for it. Most times, they'd swap out scrap duty with homework, and make sure they did what they could here and there. They'd take turns with homework when they could, and that's what eventually got them into trouble. When they were 14, her brother, Jeremy, went to teach the kids to can, supervised by their family, but first they were going to the bank to plead for a loan to pay for the rent of their flat. Her youngest sibling tripped and got on the wrong side of the police guard of the bank, Her entire family was murdered. *see details in family* She'd stayed home to do homework, and been so scared, not knowing what had happened til she tried to find them, and found the police tape, and saw the blood stains everywhere. The story was the family had all been armed, even the youngest, and it had been a tragic necessity. What a stretch... And what lies... Rather than let anybody claim her for the orphanage, Alexa went to the streets. She would not have made it out of the house in time, though, unless a 13 year old girl had saved her. The police were distracted, and while they were, she dropped from the fire escape and fled. She knew her, from seeing her on the streets once in a while. They'd exchanged smiles. Maybe they'd even been in a class together. It didn't matter much, because she could only glance the girl in the streets here and there in the future. And even then, she was too unrecognizable for that girl, Zor, to tell it was her, the person she'd saved. Alexa had cut her hair boyishly short, and wore baggy clothing. She posed as a boy and toured a few gangs to learn fighting. Alexa became a chameleon, making connections everywhere, under different aliases, merely by shifting how she wore her hair and changing her clothes. After her body curved out, she cut some of her more scandalous ties in fear of her own safety and began to let her hair grow out again. She came upon the anti-rebellion/government thing while spying around in the Heart of the City, and spotted it out before deciding maybe she could keep a better eye on their actions by becoming a part of their plans. And... honestly, for the most part, she agrees with them, and it's nice to have something she can honestly support as her main focus, for once, not merely existing for her own survival.
▪▣▫Family▫▣▪ She had a twin brother, two younger siblings, and her mother and father. HAD is key here. They went to the bank one day while she was finishing up her homework and her brother’s for the local district school. They were supposed to just get a loan so they could keep the flat, but the youngest tripped over a policeman’s boot and was too scared to apologize, shaking. Her twin tried to apologize and got shot in the shoulder. He played dead. It shouldn’t have been fatal, but they refused to let medical treatment in due to a ‘situation’ inside the bank, while the officers took care of the raggedy trash family that was just a leech on the surface of society’s skin. She may have past links with any number of characters in her multiple aliases.
▪▣▫Personality▫▣▪ Alexa is for the most part reasonable, calm, kind, and quiet. She is the shadow of a person to those who first see her, and she’s often overlooked and underestimated, both things which very much suit her purposes. She has turmoil and her kindness is merely a mask of the monster beneath. Like a clever lynx, she is wonderfully smart about politics, and often disobeys those in her new-made group of deviants to do her own thing. Examples of her actions would be to kill and spy and keep secrets from her allies. She truly trusts none, but allows others to trust her.
▢▩Notable Traits▩▢
⇢ Her fantastic hair
⇢ Her brilliant, shining, gorgeous eyes
⇢ Her way with the word
⇢ Her sadist qualities
⇢ Her chameleon abilities
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▪▣▫Strengths▫▣▪
♚ || ♛ Her abnormal strength
♚ || ♛ Verbal banter
♚ || ♛ Kindness
♚ || ♛ Charisma
♚ || ♛ Blatant honesty
♚ || ♛ Interrogation
▪▣▫Weaknesses▫▣▪
♟ Her ‘type’ of man
♟ Her pride
♟ Her friends/associates
♟ Her softer side
♟ Her aggravating tongue
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"Who was I once? I'm not sure I want to know. . . ."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Nazrik Bolvren
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Zri
Aɢᴇ﹕ 26
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ October 10
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 22:43
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Masculine
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Sapioromantic asexual (now)Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aromantic Akoisexual + gynesexual (past)
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Neutral, leans toward the Resistance
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Unemployed
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ helping others, reading, writing, learning history, righting his past wrongs
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Zri doesn't look like someone with a dark past. He's quick to smile and laugh despite his shitty self-esteem. He doesn't often dress up. He prefers a loose jacket and a loose undershirt and baggy jeans. Really, not many people look less threatening than he does. He has long, dark brown hair that is cut just above his eyes and goes lower everywhere else. He sometimes has the beginnings of facial hair, but often he is clean-shaven. He is short, standing at only 5'8" tall. He doesn’t actually mind this, thinking he'd rather look up at everyone than down.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'8"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Iwan Rheon"Some days, I wake up and don't have any clue what happened. It's like I'm a ghost, and I can't even see myself."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕The first thing to understand about Zri is that he suffers from psychogenic, or dissociative, amnesia. This means that he, for hours, or for days, or for years, can forget who he is. He loses personal identity. He loses his memory. He loses his personality. He loses who he is. He always has had gaps in his memory, never being able to recall what happens while in that fugue state. Someone with psychogenic amnesia, while in a fugue state, will wander around and sometimes even establish a new identity. Unlike most some forms of amnesia, psychogenic amnesia is generally considered nonorganic, which means it's triggered by something -- drugs or stress, usually. It has been both for Zri. He's suffered from it all his life.
But psychogenic amnesia is not his only amnesia. After he was poisoned with cyanide right outside the room he was using with a prostitute called Kris Alcaraz, Zri got retrograde amnesia due to hypoxia, a lack of air getting to his brain. He was lucky to have survived at all. But he didn't have almost any of his memories, certainly not any of those related to his other amnesia. Retrograde amnesia is often caused by brain damage. It is often able to be partially fixed through various therapy methods, but Zri is aware he will never be able to remember everything again. He lost some of his language abilities as well, including the ability to read and write.
Before the retrograde amnesia, Zri was a horrible person. He was sadistic by the definition that includes getting off sexually from being cruel to others. He loved psychologically manipulating others. When he killed, he could never do it simply. First he had to capture his prey. Then he had to torture them and be masked the entire time. Then mask removed, he'd pretend to release them and capture them all again. Then he would break them. And then, at long last, he would kill them. He hated all sides of the conflict, but especially the city council. For sex, he always had to be cruel to get off, and he could never get off if the other person involved were at all interested in him. He liked whipping his partners, gagging them, using erotic asphyxiation on them, the whole works. His amnesia made him angry. He hated the gaps in his memory. But ironically enough, while in the fugue state was the only time he could be a decent person, almost sweet sometimes. Zri was the type of person to make enemies. Really awful enemies, hence the getting poisoned. And being in the drug circles he was in, there was very little he wouldn't do. He was addicted to a lot of shit that he now has to try to fend off subconscious cravings of.
Zri is proof that not all psychopaths are born bad. Some have to be made. Without his memories, it would be hard to find a better person than Zri. He knows that he was awful before from the little he knows about his past. And the guilt that plagues him makes it hard for him to even leave his flat and face the friendly and fierce faces of the people outside. In fact, most days, Zri is sure he shouldn't even be alive. But he wouldn't dare commit suicide. This is not because he fears death (in fact, he does quite the opposite), but because he wants to do whatever he can to right the wrongs he can't remember committing. This often means having to search for records of the people he has wronged. He tries not to trigger his memories for fear of becoming who he once was.
Zri is very, very sweet. He's shy, and he certainly would not willingly start a conversation. Why would anyone want to talk to him anyway? He's now very bookish and has discovered a passion for historical fiction centered around the fall of the last king. He wants to write his own. He loves the mind. In fact, he often develops crushes on the minds of his favorite authors. He doesn’t actually experience sexual attraction. He has no interest in having sex whatsoever.
Unlike before, his psychogenic amnesia no longer makes him furious. Though he no longer knows what causes the gaps in his memory, they terrify him. He is petrified that in that time he reverts back to who he was losing his memory. His blank spots have led him to speculation (that is ultimately false, but he doesn’t know this) that he has a different condition like dissociative identity disorder and that who he was is just his original personality and he's not the original. Needless to say, Zri's worst fear is rebecoming who he once was.
"He lived here. I'm looking at it. But I don't think I want to know who he was. . . Who was he?"
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Zri's birth family was not something that could be called happy by any definition of the word. Sure, he wasn't abused sexually at first. But he was born and raised in the Outskirts, and his parents hated him. A lot. Despite living in the Outskirts, his parents were anything but poor. They'd been incredibly rich, Heart of the City people. They'd bought numerous acres of land, deciding to farm cotton. So they had a large house (something the city had not seen before) and a spacious flat in the Heart of the City both. They were the definition of rich, outshined by very few -- really only the Armandts, a family of rich genius upstarts who'd moved from the Middle City Slums a couple generations prior, had more money than they did. The Bolvrens claimed that they were going to help the people of the Outskirts by giving them employment and something to do.
They gave them work and something more to do. They didn't help them. They paid their workers very little and treated them shittily. They made the workers live on their property in conditions worse than those in the depths of the Middle City Slums. They were the very image of the aristocrats that had been overthrown by the city council almost a thousand years prior. In truth, Zri should have been born and raised in comfort. But that didn't happen.
His parents, Tyevan and Talutha, despised one another. And they despised Zri, their little Nazrik. Ty and Tal were sadistic minds, getting off on the agony of others. Both took lovers and treated their lovers better than their spouse and natural-born child. At least, until they tired of their various psuedo-families. When they tired of them, they murdered them together and had sex over their corpses. And they always made little Zri watch.
But Zri would have preferred being one of those dead psuedo-families than the actual child. He always had had a collar around his neck, chained to the porch like some dog. His parents were sadistic by nature and this extended to their treatment of their only child. Sometimes, they'd whip him until his back was bleeding. And they'd fuck in front of him. He learned early that tears made no difference. And so by the time he was four, he never cried. Not until after he forgot all the lessons he'd learned.
He was five when he entered the fugue state for the first time. It was after one of the worst beatings he'd had. The episode was clearly stress-based. There was no question about it. He sat there, staring blankly, wondering exactly why he was chained there. He could feel his back hurting, feel it being agony, but he more wondered what that was than anything else. He even made the mistake of asking his mother to let him out of it because he wanted to move around. He'd never been allowed to learn to even walk. His mother just knocked him out with a single punch.
When Zri woke up, he could not remember any of what had happened, but he was dreadfully aware of the gap in his memory. There was no one he could ask to tell him what had happened. But it scared him. He was furious. Anything could have happened in that time and he would never even know. He could feel the anger surge through his veins. He needed to take it out on something. He sat there silently, watching as his parents did the same over and over again. It was routine.
Everything was routine for years. It was only when he was seven, having experienced the fugue state already at least three or four times by then, that his life changed. One of his half-siblings felt pity for the state he was kept in. And she made the mistake of releasing the kid. She didn't know the depth of the hate that flowed through his veins, didn't know how fucked up his parents had already made him. She taught him to walk and to take care of himself. The second he'd learned enough from her, he copied his parents. He raped her. Repeatedly. And then he slowly skinned her and made sure she died a horrible, slow death. She was only five. It'd be one of his more merciful kills.
Feeling accomplished, he returned to his parents' house where he'd been chained for so long. He didn't do what some people might have and murder them. No, he calmly asked them if he could join them and held up his half-sister's skin as proof that he could do it. His teeth were bloody when he grinned when they gave the thumbs-up to that. They got both of the current side-families (there were almost five of them) in celebration. The celebration, of course, was the gruesome murder of all of them, even the smaller children. And then Zri joined them in their other activities, their usual ones. He found his dad going at him from behind. He quickly decided he hated the lack of control in that. But he couldn't fight back with his mother helping to hold him in place. He decided to make sure that never happened again and next time his father tried, Zri hurt him back and then turned and fucked his own mother.
A fugue episode happened almost immediately after this first incident when his father raped him. No longer tied by his neck, he was able to wander. He'd had no sense of who he was and nothing tying him down. He remembered nothing of himself. And he was sweet to those he met, naively so. Enough that later, after he regained himself, someone tried to take advantage of him by robbing and raping him. He snapped and dragged them back to his house in the Outskirts and followed what would become his usual procedure for torturing and killing. He enjoyed it and got off on it.
It was when he was thirteen that his life took another major turn. Here his entire world was rocked, but he was not saddened. The city council had decided his parents were appearing as what the city council had originally stood against. And so, to preserve their image, they had Zri's parents killed. So Zri watched as his parents were killed along with their illegitimate families. And he watched as their workers were all relocated. But right before they planned to torch the house, he grabbed all the money he could manage and ran.
He took no time in establishing himself in the Heart of the City. He bought himself a studio flat. He often used The Soul and the Dragon and the Heart of Ashes as a basepoint from which to find victims. Of course in doing this and not giving a shit about politics, he made himself some powerful enemies. And he kept going, not giving a shit about who he hurt and killed. He visited the fugue state less than he had before. Perhaps with the control, he was no longer getting as stressed or anything of the sort.
It was not long before he started hiring himself prostitutes in addition to sexually abusing his victims. He could never be aroused when the person gave even a hint of liking him. He never gave a shit about how the others were, just his own enjoyment. When he had just turned twenty-six, celebrating his birthday, he met Kristelle Alcaraz for the first time. He fucked her, treating her in that shit way he had done all the others. He'd just been leaving the room when someone poisoned with cyanide by one of his numerous enemies. He would have died of hypoxia had Kristelle not saved him in time.
He woke up in the hospital. But he could remember nothing. None of his past. Not even reading or writing. The first thing the doctors did was (theoretically) reteach reading and writing to him. Little did they know it was the first time he had ever learned. He loved it and would soon practice whenever he could manage. And then they tried to get him to remember his past. And they uncovered a memory. The memory of what he had done to Kristelle.
But it was then that Zri realized how awful he had been and despaired, hiding from the world for days. The only people he could face were the characters in books. He didn't realize it, but he entered the fugue state in this time and wandered aimlessly through the streets until he ended up at his old house. He shocked back to normal and when seeing that skyscraper, he knew exactly what it was. And he walked away. The gap in his memory terrified him. What if he were just an alter to that horrible person from the memory?
It was then that Zri decided something.
He would do everything he could to make up for what he'd done even though he knew nothing could ever be enough.
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
>>Tyevan Bolvren; father; dead
>>Talutha Bolvren; mother; dead
>>Numerous dead lovers of both his parents and numerous dead half-siblings
"Someone please tell me who I am."
Mod
"I'm very angry right now, and if you don't stop that annoying talking thing, I won't be responsible for what happens next."
| Nᴀᴍᴇ | Dmitry Grigory Luscari
| Aɢᴇ | 21
| Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | December 22
| Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 00:24
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Male
| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Heteroromantic Pansexual
| Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs | Single, destined for Xylia
"Most parents tell their kids stuff like how to read or write or ride a bike. Some even teach them manners. Mine taught me how to fire a gun and use my fists to make even the bravest beg for mercy."
| Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ | The Luscari family, but not their gang
| Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | High-ranking member of the Luscari gang, part-time worker at the Orphanage
| Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs | Trying to re-learn what he missed in school, helping out at the Orphanage, and (to his displeasure) committing crimes for his gang
| Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ | Dmitry has been styling his hair the same way ever since he was twelve -- short and a little spiky up top. His hair may be a pretty normal shade of brown, but his green eyes and large muscles have been drawing the attention of guys, girls, and everything in between since he was fifteen years old.
| Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ | 6'0
| Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ | Chris Evans
"Go ahead. You're not the first to tell me how to live my life -- and you won't be the last."
| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ |
Dmitry isn't very trusting at all, especially around people he doesn't know. However, once his trust is earned it's very hard to lose. Those Dmitry trusts, he respects, and Dmitry would do virtually anything for those he respects. But, once this is lost, Dmitry becomes even more distant than before and regaining said trust/respect becomes doubly hard.
As he was raised to be a gang member, Dmitry is often cold and quick to anger. On several occasions, Dmitry has gotten into fights over something as simple as someone insulting his shirt. Once Dmitry realizes he's losing his temper, he gets extremely apologetic and doesn't say much for fear of offending the other person. If, however, Dmitry doesn't restrain him, it takes several people to hold him back (there are a select few who can speak to him and calm him down, but usually the former is more effective). Dmitry's short fuse is something he hates and is trying to work on, but it's so deeply ingrained in him he finds it hard to do get rid of completely (though his restraint is greatly improved).
It's also very hard for Dmitry to listen to reason or be kind at all, but his time working with younger people has helped him. One of the main things he tells the kids he works with is the importance of paying attention in school. This is mostly because the gang activity so wholly enveloped Dmitry when he was younger that he hardly ever came to school, and when he does he was either high/drunk out of his mind or just didn't listen. When he got older and decided he no longer wanted to be in the gang, this was something he deeply regretted. To this day, even with the work he's done to try and improve, Dmitry still has problems doing anything involving a school education, a fact he's extremely self-conscious about. He's very street-smart, but as Dmitry longs to be a counselor, his ability to win fights and not get arrested aren't exactly helpful.
Dmitry is also incredibly good at getting what he wants. He was raised to con, and he's not terrible at it. Now, Dmitry hates doing it, but sometimes he'll find himself accidentally telling half-truths or otherwise attempting to deceive someone (another cause for his excessive apologies).
And, although he'd never admit this to the majority of his family, Dmitry hates being part of the gang and feels unbelievably guilty about the crimes he's committed, especially the various murders or permanent injuries. He would've left a long time ago, but Dmitry fears what would happen to him, and his life has been controlled by the Luscari gang for so long he's not entirely sure what he'd do without them.
"Sorry if I don't believe you right off the bat. It's nothing personal-- just how I was raised."
| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ |
Dmitry was born via a surrogate mother to fathers Michael and Draco. They were good parents, and appeared to be good people -- they already had four kids doing well in school, two of who were adopted. However, while the Luscaris may not have been bad in the parenting department, whether or not they were truly nice people was debatable (being part of a major crime family has that sort of effect). From about the time they could walk, Luscari children were taught how to commit crimes, and more importantly: how not to be caught.
As Dmitry was the youngest of the Luscari children, he had fairly big shoes to fill. Then, a few years before school started for Dmitry, the current mob boss (Auntie Marie) died. Due to his adopted sister Pheonix helped to create, their father became the new head. As a son of the new crime boss, the metaphorical shoes grew bigger. Phi was being trained to be second-in-command, and Dene and Viktor (but mostly Dene) after her. When Dmitry was seven, Dene died, too, making Viktor Phi's only real competition. Dmitry was upset that his brother had died, but a small part of him was actually kind of glad that the very small chance of him being the future second-in-command had grown ever-so-slightly less so. Dmitry was forced to grow used to those around him dying, so this cold reaction became commonplace. Then, Dmitry started school.
At first, Dmitry was incredibly interested by all the different things he was learning, things he'd never even considered while working under his fathers for his small part in their gang. He did extremely well and his teachers were constantly praising him for his work. At the same time, Dmitry was gaining skill in criminal activity, and he was beginning to realize he couldn't have both. After about a year or so of trying to do both, Dmitry began to lose interest in his academic career and focus on doing more for the gang. He was young and therefore less suspicious, and he figured his future in the family gang was pretty set and school wouldn't be too important anyways. Phi stopped being a huge part of Dmitry's life around this time, and with just Viktor left to keep him out of huge trouble in school, Dmitry started to get into fights. As he got even older, Dmitry even started skipping out on days. The days he did come, he was about as far from sober as you could be or blatantly ignored everyone. By the time he was thirteen, Dmitry couldn't go more than a couple days without landing himself in trouble, and if not for his and his dads' smooth-talking, Dmitry probably would've been expelled. His teachers repeatedly told him that he was a good, smart kid, if only he'd try but that made Dmitry even more averse to doing so.
When Dmitry finally got out of school, he was addicted to various substances, no smarter than your average nine year old, and the only friends he had were in the Luscari Crime Family. Dmitry's sole focus became the gang and related activity, even as his father died and Phi got into serious trouble with the gang. Then, somehow, when Dmitry and a close friend of his -- Andrea -- were taking part in a drug deal, things went south. Dmitry got away unscathed, but Andrea was shot at, the noise causing her to permanently lose her hearing and where it landed paralyzed Andrea from the waist down. Her near death experience made Dmitry realize how dangerous his line of work was and caused him to seriously consider whether or not he wanted to remain in the gang he'd worked so hard to appease.
He was eighteen when he decided he wanted out.
Not out of his family -- Dmitry simply didn't want to take part in the crime aspect of things. He and Andrea had been really good friends, and if Andrea was hurt, Dmitry wanted to be able to support her. He was done with the theft, done with the graffiti, done with the murder, and he was especially done with the drugs. None of those were things he could escape immediately without risking his family having a negative reaction, though. He began meeting up with Phi to plan their switch (their hope was that Phi replacing him would be better than her forcing herself in or him just leaving), while also trying to reteach himself the things he'd missed in school. Dmitry started working part-time at the Orphanage behind his family's back, his way of trying to fix his mistakes while also picking up on what the orphans are learning. Dmitry still struggles with mild substance abuse and gets especially short-tempered when going long periods of time without at least a cigarette.
Family:
>> Ilianna Emilio; surrogate mother; alive
>> Draco Jaque Luscari; father; alive
>> Michael Lyon Luscari; father; dead
>> Lupei Amelia Luscari; sister; 32; alive
>> Viktor Ted Luscari; adopted brother; 27; alive
>> Pheonix Lichtenburg Luscari; adopted sister; 27; alive
>> Dene Frederick Luscari; brother; 23; dead
"I don't care who you are, my respect is something you've got to earn. I wouldn't say it's easy, but I promise it's worth it."
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Respect
☻ Learning
☻ Reading (though he isn't very good)
☻ Connecting with people
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Losing his temper
☹ Violence
☹ Lack of tolerance
☹ Dishonesty
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Criminal activity (vandalism, theft, street fights, etc.)
✮ Winning fights
✮ Willingness to stand up for others
✮ Convincing people
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Trusting people
☆ Not speaking up
☆ Controlling his anger
☆ Listening
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ War
✗ Hurting someone he's close to
✗ Being stupid
"This life...it's not something I asked for. I'd give everything to be able to leave. I'm just not sure I can."
Mod
"Are you sure you can handle this? Cause once you decide there is no turning back, only death will signify your end."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Xalavador Cyprain Beckett
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Shy Max
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Xal, Vador, Cypress, Laurien.
│ Aɢᴇ │24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 27th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 12:00am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine et une peu feminine.
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Demisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Austin Beckett
Relation » Mother |◦ 52 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
Name Dominik Jeffery
Relation » Father |◦ 36 » ◦| Status » Deceased
|Image|: (view spoiler)
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Sophelia Laurien
Relation » Older Half-Sister |◦ 30 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
│Pᴇᴛs│
Cersei:
"No one can touch this, and I’d love to see them try!"
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Black
│ Eʏᴇs │Blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Naturally pale, flawless smooth skin.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 6’1.5”, muscles but has a lean frame though well built.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Wade Poezyn
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Gang Symbol(Right Chestplate):
Additional Gang Tat (Pelvis, left side) [Design on right side of image]:
Tat on lower back:
"How about we Slytheron over to that party, I’m ready to get piss drunk."
~Behind every bad boy is a little momma’s boy just waiting to steal a fresh baked cookie.~
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ To Himself/ Diablor(his gang)
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Diablor Leader/ Head of Laundry Mat & Nightwind Storm
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Partying/ Reading/ Collecting money/ Hanging with his mom/
"Oh! You think you can beat me in the game I’ve been taught to win since a kid. */chuckles/* Bring it on."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Xal, or better known as Shy Max, is a man with many different layers that only certain people get to see the inside layers.
His most outer layer saved for everyone that is not his mother. This layer expresses his love for parties to basically everyone, it is not a shocker that the man is a huge party animal. Unfortunately for those who are his enemies, he is extremely forceful, determined and aggressive. Shy Max is known for being cruel when the situation calls for it though many rumors express that he’s also merciless. He is generally strict, persuasive, charming but secretive. Even with his mother and close friend he does not share everything with. He’s known from a young age that he can only truly rely and trust himself. Here he is viewed as cold, calculating and highly intelligent, all things he traits he does have but it is not as promenade. His temper is well known to all though. He has a horrible temper that once igniting cannot be quenched and the aftereffects are disastrous, often resulting in someone’s death or someone being severely injured. Fortunately he does tend to keep a cool head for a while but once his control is maxed and he is provoked there is so stopping his explosive anger.
That layer of his personality intermixes with the one he shows to his gang. This layer though includes his outgoing and enthusiastic nature. He is adventures, unafraid of most risks since he knows if it’s worth it then they risk will be worth it. He is extremely independent though and tends to rather action then to sitting around and planning. Those who know him well know that he can act rather impulsively, often acting before thinking when it comes to himself while asking questions and having doubts later. He is a loud, boisterous man who isn’t afraid of lewd jokes or messing around sometimes. He can be viewed as childish at times but if ever called as such, he makes show of exactly how intimidating and assertive he truly can be. The man is also rather possessive and protective of everything he views as ‘his’, so once he expresses or lays claim over anything he’ll protect it to the end. If he is unable to, revenge is something he is not against as well as he is known for holding long grudges. Xal has the uncanny ability to overcome anything that is thrown his way but he is honestly a fun and trustworthy guy, at least to those who actually know him.
Xal’s only real pride--besides his work with the Diablo—is his relationship with Dagger. With his closest and most trusted right hand man, he is more of a fatherly/brotherly figure than a boss or leader. Although he never looks down on the other man, who he knows quite well, he respects him and offers guidance when he needs it, space when he requires it and he is a friend when Dagger wants one. Xal personally wouldn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t accepted Dagger into the gang, he would most likely be dead from his stupid, asshole of a second hand man that had been prior to Dagger.
Finally, the layer that he hides from everyone he knows with one exception, his mother. From an early age he had been told and trained to contain and hide his ‘light’ side for a better word. It was pure weakness that if anyone was aware of it, would use it to their advantage. Xal is, can be actually very kind and considerate—proof of that is when he allowed Dagger into the gang—but being the mysterious guy he is no one knew that. He generally is only nice to his mother, who knows about his almost naïve personality trait and trusting nature which is why he has so many rats. He doesn’t trust himself enough to have a good judgment in who he trusts despite being good at reading and analyzing people. He is genuinely a caring person though, often anonymously supports certain causes and charities.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Parties
☻ Books
☻ His Mother
☻ The Diablor
☻ Being in Charge/ Control.
☻ His Dog
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Rival Gangs
☹ Disloyalty
☹ Betrayals
☹ Disrespect
☹ Chocolates
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Physical Strength
✮ Combat
✮ Intelligence
✮ Persuasive
✮ Secretive
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Overly Distrustful
☆ Delayed Reflect (left arm- from gun wound)
☆ His Mother
☆ ‘Light’ Side
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│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing his mother
✗ Someone finding out who he really is
✗ Losing Diablor
✗ His mother finding about his secret gang life.
"If a firefighters business can go up in smoke, and a plumbers business can go down the drain, can a hooker get layed off?"
Mod
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
▌‖›How He Came To Be‹‖▐
After Austin had left Bede, moving into her own flat and continued her life suffering with her heart break that tore her apart. She continued to work, obvious to the fact Bede had stopped working there which in a sense helped but also only hurt her more. This continued for many months, around the time where Bede only had less than a month in her pregnancy. Austin was just beginning to function properly without thinking about Bede every second of the day. , Austin had the misfortune to have the Council reveal themselves to her. They had been on a lead, a work colleague of Austin’s and Bede’s had been looking into everyone there looking for people that could possibly be part of Resistance’s upper ranks. They’d been looking into Bede when she up and quit her job. So the only way to further their investigation, it required them to go to the person she spent the most time with.
Upon meeting Austin and asking her about Bede, they knew immediately she knew something so, without a second though they took her from her home and into the Gaol and proceeded to torture her the remaining time Bede had before she would give birth. Eventually, two days before Bede was to go into labour, Austin broke, she’s been beaten, used, abused and tortured in more ways than just physically. She finally gave them what they wanted, revealed to them that Bede was a member in Resistance leadership but she hadn’t seen her for about nine months.
Having that confirmed but her being no more use to them they let her go, with the promise if she was ever contacted by Bede again that they’d immediately contact them or they’d kill her. Austin agreed out of fear, but she knew in her heart she would never betray Bede again, having already and she felt horrible, she felt depressed and so upon Austin’s release she took comfort in alcohol.
Eaten with guilt she became lost in herself, self-loathing played an important in becoming an alcoholic. Not to mention the knowledge that the people she preached about would succumb to torturing their loyal citizens. She moved to the slums to get further away from the Council than being in the Heart as well as quitting her job.
Four years later, Austin was a large mess, always drinking, becoming increasingly poor and jobless. She went out to the Soul and the Dragon to drown herself in alcohol, planning to forget all her memories. Unfortunately she got so drunk that she made it easy for the well known Gang leader of the Diablor to take advantage and rape her, leaving her ignorant to what had occurred.
It wasn’t until about a month or so later when she began showing that she realized she was pregnant. She panicked, unsure what to do and had no one to lean on. Eventually she knew she had to get her act together so she ditched the bottles and went out to get a temporary job, needing the money now since she would have to take care of someone else now.
Eight months later, a very hard time for Austin who was getting her act together, working and preparing herself for a child, not to mention the general difficulties she had, excessive pain and other incidents complicating her pregnancy. Therefore, eight months later when she went into labor, she was luckily working so someone got her to the hospital just in time. It was a long time and Austin nearly died during the process but she eventually gave birth to her baby boy that she immediately fell in love with.
▌‖›Child Hood‹‖▐
Xal was an adorable infant, fortunately he wasn’t too fussy and loved being the certain of attention which made taking him to work easier. He was a sweet and kind even at a young age, but his ‘terrible twos’ were worse than just terrible due to the already developed impulsive personality. He got into a lot of mischief at that age but in a naively innocent way, a quality he retained along with his impulsive tendencies.
Surviving till four, his chaotic tendencies cool down to occasional impulsive acts that Austin had to be weary of. Besides that, he began being openly curious, wanting to learn more. He spent a lot of his youth with his mom, luckily the people she worked for were understanding enough to allow him to tag along. By the age of five be was charming and sociable, usually very persuasive to get his way as well as receive treats. At this age, he was also getting handle on the basics of being a ‘middle class’ worker. He enjoyed helping out but he expressed his naivety and innocence often in ways that made most laugh. He was never really angry as a child, usually happy and laughing, his temper yet to develop.
During a birthday, Austin had saved up enough money to but Xal an important present, probably the most expensive and really only present besides treats he'd recieved. She got him a necklace with a lion on it that Xal instantly adored and wears it to this day.
Turning seven, Xal was still extremely close with his mother, though he was becoming more dependent on himself now he still favored spending time with his mom. He could also read and write by this age, he’d helped out enough to learn how to read off the menus etc and write down orders, with assistance of course. Everyone who worked there, with an exception of a few, helped him develop these skills. His mother taught him many things as well and fortunately, despite his impulsive and naïve nature he retained things rather quickly. It wasn’t too shocking that he began to work alongside his mother at this age, her employer was even generous enough to give him a few bucks a week for doing it, not much but every penny counted.
At eight his life routine was altered and he didn’t like it since it meant he had to do something other than be with the people he cares about. He unfortunately doesn’t get a choice in the matter so he went off to school, disliking it at first but he began to tolerate it. He juggled homework with his actual life at home, basically he did his homework at the diner Austin worked at and once he finished he was helping out. The cook around this time began teaching him small easy recipes and the basics of cooking. He enjoyed learning everything everyone taught him but in their free time his mother and him spent time playing games, goofing around and other things. In general, Xal had a brilliant, calm and lovely childhood that he wouldn’t trade for the world. Especially his relationship with his mom who was a strong reliable woman. Though it was a question why Xal never bothered asking about his father in those eight years, he was not curious about it, he didn’t need anyone else in his life, especially someone who wasn’t in it initially.
▌‖›Introducing Training‹‖▐
Unfortunately this was not meant to last. At age nine Xal’s life shifted, introducing Marcus Newsmen into his life. Marcus was Xal’s birth father’s--the gang leader that raped his drunk mother—best friend though he was not his second in command. His father was murdered by a woman he attempted to rape, a woman named Nikita Eld. Marcus was the first to learn this, lying to the gang and immediately went in search of the other woman he was aware that his friend had the ‘one night stand’ with, hoping that she would have his heir. All this effort was only because the man who would take over, the second in command was a horrible man that everyone simply feared but despised. So he kept it from the gang as long as he could which oddly was about two years. In that first week Marcus had found Xal and began to work at the café to get close to his mother. A year had passed before he was finally became a family friend, a trusted family friend and when he began training Xal. It was subtle at first, teaching him tricks, basics on skills he needed to be a gang leader. Additionally, when Marcus began teaching Xal ‘self-defense’, no one thought anything of it since they lived in the slums, it would be necessary.
This continued for the next two years, Xal juggling school, working and now training with this man for something he didn’t have a clue about but did anyway since Marcus told him that in the end he’d be able to protect his mother and support her. So Xal did it, trained and learned without complaint and kept it all a general secret from his mom.
At the end of those two years the gang discovered their leader was in fact dead but before they could name the Second in Command the leader he revealed that their deceased leader had an heir. So the gang kept the death or their leader a secret, continued their business with the guidance from Marcus and the second in command.
For those next four years until Xal’s sixteenth birthday, he was taught and trained to be the Diablor’s leader--having learnt the reason behind all this when he was fourteen—he was taught to hide behind a mask, to hide the innocence that he still oddly retained. He’s already betrayed his mother but continuously lying to her, so the skill of lying soon came too easy to him and that destroyed him a little on the inside. He had finished everything he could have learned from Marcus though, as well as finished school which took away two things busying his life only to be exchanged with becoming the new gang leader, one of the youngest in history.
▌‖›Becoming A Gang Leader‹‖▐
Turning sixteen, it was time for Xal to take over his father’s gang. Xal was terrified, but like he was taught, he didn’t show it. Like any traditional initiation into a gang, Xal had to show himself capably of leading the gang before he could actually, and what better way to do that than to kill your first victim. It was the second in command’s suggestion and unfortunately as much as Marcus was against it but he couldn’t voice that fact without sounding like he was soft on the boy.
So Xal was given his target to locate, isolate and kill without any help from the gang. Fortunately this is what Marcus had trained him to be able to do. It didn’t take long for him to locate the man, next step was isolating which was nearly just as easy. Xal, a sixteen year old teen cornered the man at gun point in an alley, staring at the man he had to kill to take over a gang he didn’t want but only was doing it to ensure is mother’s safety and financial stability. So without another thought, he triggered one more innocence he had away, letting it bleed out in the alley.
The man he killed was named Ashy Max, and for a moral reasoning Xal adopted the name Max as his alias, luckily only Marcus knew his actual name so maybe thought his name was just a coincidence. He became Max, hiding Xal behind the mask of a man who was a gang leader.
The next year were hard on him, Xal almost lost who he was himself during. It killed him on the inside, doing all this. Max almost devoured Xal, leaving him nothing but a gang leader. Marcus helped him, told him the story how he was best friends with his father since they were in diapers. That once Dominik had to take over for his father, he was in the same position as Xal, succumbing to the darkness that came with being in this line of work. Dominik had fallen into that darkness, letting it swallow him whole and thrived off it. Xal now had a choice, to become like his father, or go down his own path. Xal spent some time thinking about this, spending time with his mother when he realized, he didn’t want to lose himself.
Instead of becoming the feared leader his father was, feared and hated by all, Xal would be feared, but not to his gang, he would gain their respect because that created stronger loyalty.
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▌‖›Gang Life‹‖▐
At seventeen Xal had gotten his shit together, he knew how he wanted to be known and refused to lose the inner Xal that his mother knew and the guy he grew up with. It wasn’t long before he made a reputation for himself, to rivals and enemies as well as the general public he was known as a cruel, merciless man who was notorious for getting what he want. Those in his gang knew him as his loud, party lover who enjoyed a good lewd joke which he developed soon after getting mixed with the gang, the lewd jokes and parties that is.
Through this entire time since becoming the Diablor's leader, the second in command, Theodore, retained his position but expressed his loathing of Xal quite blatantly but Xal was more adapt at hiding his dislike of the other man. Marcus was more of his second than Theodore was, informing him and getting his opinion on most decisions he made. To this time the gang member still loathed Theodore but the fear surrounding the man kept him safe unfortunately.
Additionally, around this age Xal knew he couldn't really trust the gang, it was large, so he hired faithful and loyal people to act as rats, some within his own gang and the rest spread into the other gangs in the city to relay information about them back to him. He never cared about what the other gangs did as long as they kept to their territory and didn't mess with any of his people.
It was not look after distributing the rats when his closest and most trusted out of his group of rats relayed information about a group of his gang finding a young boy-- though not too much younger than himself—was found with a girl laying dead in his arms. Being relayed this information, in all of it's detail, he knew what the kid said had been a lie. A smart move in his part since some members were known to be cruel.
Xal was fully aware of who the boy was by the time the group of gang members had brought him to the renown Max, the name Shy Max having only been used by some members of the gang as a joke but wasn't well known at this time. As much as Xal knew about the boy, he didn't let any of it cloud his judgement as he met the boy. Upon meeting, Xal saw a little of himself in Dagger, something in him couldn't turn away from the kid and so it wasn't a surprise he took him under his wing much like Marcus had done with him, in a way at least.
Xal never asked Dagger about his past, he only began teaching him the ropes of living this kind of life and found that he was soon one of the only people he could truly trust. Xal still kept many secrets from Dagger but none that he thought was dire for the kid to know.
Unfortunately, when Xal was eighteen Marcus was killed out of the blue. He was murdered and left to die in an alley close to another gang's territory. Xal wasn't an idiot, most assumed that gang had done that deed but Xal knew it had been Theodore. It was obvious to everyone that the two had despised each other, and Theodore had known that Marcus was soft on Xal and that Marcus was the reason that Theodore was not in command and Xal was. Xal was pissed, it was obvious to everyone but he couldn't lay a hand on Theodore since he had contacts and did have some loyalties laying within his gang as well as in other gangs. Xal mourned in silence for his lost fatherly figure, his actions more reckless and anger based for the next few months due to this.
At the age nineteen, Xal opened himself up—a little bit—to someone else. He found out that someone had hacked into their system and had gained information about their gang, not enough to do too much damage but Xal had a duty to hunt the person down and execute them. Xal did just that and found the person, correction, woman who had done it. Phoenix, Phi was her name and not soon after finding her and learning that she ‘hadn't’ been the one to do it, they began their relationship. It was Xal’s first time being in a relationship, especially a sexual one. Even with all the parties he attended he never got drunk enough to do something like that and personal relationships weren't logical when you were a gang leader. Xal was naive and followed her blindly through this relationship though he wasn't giving up anything about his gang. He got attached, though he knew it wasn't anywhere near love but he knew he did like Phi a lot.
Unfortunately, not long after they first met and began their partnership, Xal found out that she was cheating on him, having sexual affair with other people. Xal was deeply wounded, stunned, wondering why she hadn't broken things off if she didn't want him anymore. It would have hurt less. He left her behind without another glance, scarred and since then had not been in a relationship as well as more cautious about those he surrounded himself with.
At twenty, his second command was killed by Dagger. When Xal had found out, well Dagger had informed him, he looked down at the younger man, his expression impossible to read but almost stern. Xal hadn't cared, he hated the man and knew the asshole was trying uproot his gang out from under him and kill Xal off afterwards. Xal instantly made Dagger his second though, the only one besides his mother he trusted in this world.
Not long after this incident that but the gang at ease and caused questions and worry from other gangs, an incident occurred that put the whole gang into hiding. During the time when Xal was making more impulsive decisions, the gang ended up pissing off someone highly important who had connections with the Council. Unfortunately for the Diablor, this person they pissed off had the police swarming in on them. Many gang members got captured and the rest went into hiding. Xal and Dagger had went into hiding together, planning their next step. That is when it was decided that Dagger would become a Council's source of information. This would allow the gang to be able to continue their activities, enable them to keep an eye on them but also kill off the members captured. As much as Xal hadn't wanted to he knew it was necessary. They couldn't be allowed to reveal anything or return as spies for the Council. Even if those two weren't to happen, the police and Council would still recognize them which was incredible dangerous for the gang.
Once Xal was confident they were safe enough the gang regrouped and continued their regular business with fewer people but that's why there were people requiting others to join into the gang around this time. Maybe they shouldn't had done that.
▌‖›Betrayal‹‖▐
Turning twenty two, Xal would have never thought this would occur but it did and it left his enraged and hurt.
Most of the newer members along with Theodore's loyalists began a mutiny against Xal and Dagger. They attempted to kill them both, seeking power faster than what was being handed to them. Xal was pissed, turning his temper on anyone who dared, in which resulted in their deaths. Eventually the gang was split into two, Xal and Dagger still in control of the Diablor but the other group soon formed the Divinit and the two gangs have been at each other's throats since. Max and Dagger both swore revenge on them for turning against them.
The after effects caused a lot of downfall for their businesses, Xal had to work hard to fix their unstable gang but soon they were stable and retaining a lot of money as well as some new followers. Xal was not an idiot, knowing some were spies for the gangs in the city and even from Divint. He began keeping more information from his gang to make sure no information leaked and made sure trusted members knew about who was the spies but to leave them alone. Keep your allies close but your enemies closer.
Around this time, in almost a way to cope with all his losses, Xal got himself a dog, a border collie that he named Cersei. In between gang work, hanging with his mother--which he still often did--he began training his new pup that he instantly began to adore.
▌‖›Currently‹‖▐
Currently in his life he's still highly involved with his gang, over seeing all activities and focusing a lot on the gang war that had erupted since the creation of the Divinit gang. During which Xal still often spends some time with Dagger, mainly involved with gang but sometimes it was just out partying which Xal didn't do as often as before but occasional did. He also still spends a lot of time with his mother, whenever he can. The whole time having been giving her money though not large amounts so she wouldn't become suspicious. Along with this money giving, he'd been sending money in secret to various charities and the orphanage as well, keeping it from everyone including Dagger and his mother.
In addition to all of that, Cersei, he beloved border collie, had a lot of progress in her training. She knew how to do various things, including skills that passed normal dog tricks that assisted with his gang life. She was a useful and trusted companion in his life which he did occasionally spoil. Only a few knew he had a dog, some rats of his, his mom and Dagger as well as a few regular gang members who'd had the pleasure of interacting with her.
"I may look nice, in more ways than one, but fuck with me and I can assure you, death will be a pleasant haven."
Mod
{Ｄｉｓｃｌａｍｅｒ}(view spoiler)
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|J A I D A| |J A N U S| |J A C K S O N| |NICKNAME-J A D E|
|A L I A S-M I S S J A C K S O N|
[Agє:]➺ 24 [Ɠєη∂єя]➺ Female [Sєχυαℓιту]➺ Pansexual [Occυραтιση]➺ Bartender{Ɗαтє σƒ Ɓιятн}➺ November 14 {Ƶσ∂ιαc Sιgη}➺ Zodiac {Ƶσ∂ιαc Sтσηє}➺ Topaz──────────────────────────────────────────────────❝Wrapped around a finger watch 'em fall down, there's something beautiful and tragic in the fall out.❞
Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ: Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco
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ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＯＮＥ ➺ AρρєαяαηcєƑαcє Ƈℓαιм: Aarika Wolf
(view spoiler)
Though a height of 5'7 isn't really tall enough to make her that intimidating, when she adds her heels she certainly can be. With her pale skin and dusty, sage green eyes, it's her dark hair that really stands out. It's always styled perfectly, flowing over her shoulders in waves. She doesn't look like a body builder, but she isn't a noodle either, with some muscle and a slim, fit figure.
➺Hєя Hαιя : Long, thick dark brown. It usually turns into messy waves on it's own that she has to tame, but she usually putes in the effort and leaves it down anyway.
➺Hєя Ɛуєѕ: A pale, almost dusty seeming sage green shade.
➺Hєя Sкιη: Pale and smooth, she doesn't really have any blemishes or scars
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❝Found another victim but no one's gonna find Miss Jackson...❞
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＴＷＯ ➺ Sкιℓℓ Sєт
➺ Aвιℓιту Seduction
➺ Aвιℓιту Torture
➺ Aвιℓιту Singing
➺ Aвιℓιту Intimidation
➺ Aвιℓιту Lying
➺ Aвιℓιту Manipulating
➺ Aвιℓιту Controlling
➺ Ƒℓαω Arrogant
➺ Ƒℓαω Control freak
➺ Ƒℓαω Loyalty
➺ Ƒℓαω Bored easily
➺ Ƒℓαω Bloodlust
➺ Ƒℓαω Condescending
➺ Ƒℓαω Rebellious
➺ Ƒℓαω Impulsive
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＴＨＲＥＥ ➺ Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту➺ Lιкєѕ:
☑ Sex
☑ Torturing
☑ Killing
☑ Deciding How to Torture Someone
☑ Pain
☑ People Begging for Mercy
☑ Partying
☑ Drinking
➺ Ɗιѕℓιкєѕ:
☒ Order
☒ Not having control
☒ Dying
☒ Other's Arrogance
☒ Showing Weakness
☒ Laws
☒ People Being Loyal (To anyone other than her)
➺ Hαвιтѕ:
⇀ Drumming fingernails
⇀ Humming when in confined spaces
➺ Ƒєαяѕ
✖ Aquaphobia
↳Aquaphobia is a persistent and abnormal fear of water. Aquaphobia is a specific phobia that involves a level of fear that is beyond the patient's control or that may interfere with daily life.
✖ Claustrophobia
↳Fear of having no escape and being in closed or small spaces or rooms. It is typically classified as an anxiety disorder and often results in panic attack, and can be the result of many situations or stimuli, including elevators crowded to capacity, windowless rooms.
❝But back away from the water babe, might drown. The party isn't over tonight.❞
Mod
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Although it has been many killer's downfall, Jaida has never been able to shake her hedonistic tendencies. She's a queen in her own mind and expects everyone else to treat her as such as well. Everything she does is for herself. She didn't really care about that current lover (though he was foolish enough to dare think she did), but someone killing him is a fantastic excuse for her to go have fun pillaging and murdering without being stopped. She has never once done anything for anyone that didn't help herself as well. Even with her father she obeys (usually) simply because he is the only one that could take away her abilities. It's in her best interest to help him out, and so she does. She doesn't mind her father. She likes him quite a bit, actually. Being a lot like him it's not surprising. Neither are well known for their mercy, or their kindness, or really any positive traits. Except their looks. And both use their respective appearances to their advantage, seducing and subsequently slaughtering their way through people and history. Of course, this makes her incredibly vain. She gets offended easily, and it's not pretty when she feels that she's been slighted. For example, she hates it when a girl gets raped around her. Oh it's not that she really cares about them, she gets personally offended. Why would you take a random chick over someone as hot as her? Well, you're going to pay for that. And of course the girl has to die too. Both of you probably pretty slowly. It's just the way of things for her.
She likes pain, to a certain extent. It just adds a thrill to everything. What she hates is being in a position she can't control. So if you want to whip her that's fine with her. Honestly. (As long as you get your turn for it, whether you wanted it or not) But try and tie her up and she'll turn the tables instantly. She can take back control in an instant, and she knows it. But she's paranoid, and anything that just might possibly take control away from her is a no-no. She's good at reading intent, so if she knows someone didn't mean to actually try and kill her, then she'll let them finish their fun. If she knows you meant it, however... She's a good deal more sadistic about it. She'll let you think you have control, and when she decides you've had enough fun, then it's her turn. and everything you did to her she'll do to you, times about ten. If you're lucky she'll be that lenient, that is. Causing pain is just as fun to her, and just as dangerous for you.
It's horrifyingly easy to get her mad. And when she gets mad, you're going to know about it. Just maybe not right then. She bides her time. Along the way it's very possible that she'll add in a bunch of little things just out of spite, but it all leads up to the big climax. It's usually torture of some demented sort. She enjoys the imagination. The time she has to wait before she gets her revenge she plots almost constantly, becoming slightly obsessive. She takes pride in it, and loves to make a scene. It's almost guaranteed to be absolutely gruesome, and she wants people to see it. Once the deed is done she walks out, happy as a lark. Then she waits. Whether she stays in the area and watches first hand or looks for it on the news, she loves seeing the reactions. Disappointing reactions only drive her to make worse and worse ways to kill people. If she's recently been able to plot something out, that's okay. If it's been a bad night and she just needs a quick pick me up, she'll just kill you right then. She wouldn't care if it was in the middle of a packed nightclub. If there are witnesses to take care of, so be it. All the more fun for her.
Though many people would call her psychotic, that's not quite correct. She's a sociopath, which is vastly different. Jade can feel emotions, but she doesn't have a sense of morals or conscience. She doesn't know right from wrong, which contributed to her murderous life. Sociopaths are nervous people in general, nervous and flighty. Highly antisocial, she definitely prefers to keep to herself emotionally. Extremely volatile, she does not deal with extenuating circumstances well. The slightest thing can set her off into one of her fits of rage or terror. She's extremely spontaneous, even with her killing. If she decides someone should die, she will make sure they do. And it won't end well.
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❝A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud, a face like heaven catching lighting in a nightgown.❞
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＦＯＵＲ ➺ Hιѕтσяу
➺ Ƒαтнєя:
Isaac - Deceased
➺ Mσтнєя:
Janet - Deceased
➺ Sιвℓιηgѕ:
Kellen - Adopted Brother - Deceased? (view spoiler)
Adopted Sister - Alive:21
➺ Ƥєтѕ: Female doberman named Fate and male black and white cat named Deuce.
➺ Oтнєя
It could be said that she was doomed right from the start. Sociopathy is generally considered to be a product of nurture over nature, but there are some that argue otherwise. Either way she was screwed. Her father, Isaac, was a full blown psychopath, and he never hid that. He never hid his serial killing from his daughter either. Her mother definitely wasn't what anyone would call 'normal' either. Her mother was a police officer sent to catch Isaac, and the only cop to get even close. The problem was that she fell in love with him, hard. Janet was pretty, and Isaac soon loved her as well. But when his daughter was born, she became his entire world.
He even thought about giving up his murders. That was what Janet couldn't handle. She came to despise Jaida for taking up so much of her love's attention. As Jaida grew up she knew from the start that Janet hated her, but Isaac did love her. She avoided her mother as much as possible, due to Janet's shoving her around all the time. Jaida didn't know this was wrong, and never bothered telling her father. Isaac loved his daughter too much, and planned to turn himself in, for real this time. And that's when Janet snapped. When Jaida was 5 Janet snuck out with her in the middle of the night, saying they were going to go swimming. Kind of true. They went into the water, but Janet's intent was for Jaida to never come back out. With Janet's twisted mind, she was planning to say the cops did it to keep Isaac hating the cops.
Instead Isaac woke up to a missing Janet and went looking for her. He walked in on Janet drowning their daughter, and absolutely flipped. He saved Jaida, and while she was huddled on the side of the pool sobbing, drowned Janet. And Jaida didn't flinch. Maybe that should have been a sign. Maybe it would have saved her if either father or daughter noticed how she didn't change expression when she watched her mother die, didn't flinch when she saw her father kill. They had to move houses, and the only available one isolated enough was by a pool. Jaida was too ashamed to tell her father her new fear of water, but her terror overwhelmed everything else. She stayed in the house most of the time, too scared to go out by the water. She had nightmares of drowning every night, but since she didn't want to tell her father she started feeling abandoned, even though she knew Isaac loved her.
Jaida was about 12 the first time something went wrong with any of her father's kills. The children of the couple he murdered had been hidden so well he hadn't seen them. But he discovered them before he left. He wasn't going to kill kids only 13 and 9, but soon he had absolutely no reason to in the first place. The kids were thrilled that their parents were dead. Apparently the older brother and younger sister had been abused by their parents all their lives. They were thrilled to escape that hell, and Isaac was a guardian angel in their eyes. He took them home with him, where they immediately got attached to Jaida.
She adored having two little adopted siblings, and for the next 3 years was thrilled. But when she was 15, her brother finally had enough of her fear of water. She never told him why she was terrified of it, and he didn't understand it. He was just playing with her, but he threw her into the pool. And she flipped. She ended up almost drowning, and would have if her sister hadn't pulled her out. Angry and scared, she needed her brother to know what she felt. She pushed him into the water and held him under, only wanting him to be under long enough to feel the fear she always felt, then planning to pull him up.
But she took too long. She was furious with herself and really upset, but she didn't feel as guilty as she felt she should. Her sociopathy was already showing. Her sister was smarter than given credit for, and she understood that Jaida wasn't quite normal. Of course she missed her brother, but she didn't blame Jaida for it. And Jaida grew extremely protective of her, protecting her fiercely from anything and everything.
When Isaac was killed by the cops when Jade was 18, she stayed with her sister until it grew too dangerous. They had to separate. Neither was happy about it, but they both saw the sense in it. Her sister stayed in the current home, while Jaida found another one. But they always kept in touch, telling each other everything.
Well, almost everything. By this time Jaida had figured out she wasn't quite right. She knew that wouldn't be accepted. As it happens with many sociopaths, she saw the world as turning against her because of her sociopathy. Which, ironically, was the end for her. Sometimes sociopathy turns on like a switch. Not quite with her. She gradually moved toward the edge of insanity, with little things throughout her life pushing her there. This was just that final push.
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But once she knew people hated her already, she stopped caring what they thought. She finally gave in to the urges that she hadn't really known she had. When someone ran over her pet cat with their car she went after them and killed them. And discovered she liked it. She left her name behind, Miss Jackson, something that quickly became her signature. Everyone assumed it was simply an alias, and that no one would be stupid enough to leave their real name. And Jaida was smart enough to know they'd think that. It became her thing. She'd write her name on the mirror in eyeliner and leave the body. Even if they didn't die in their room she'd keep a travel mirror with her and leave it closed by the body. Open it to see the mirror and there was her signature.
It became her thing. She used her looks to get someone to follow her to her place, then gut them as slowly as possible. Ditch the body and leave the signature and she was done. But she messed up. She was used to having to time it right to keep them from getting away, used to having to be fast enough to keep them from doing anything. But she slipped up. She's still not sure how, but it happened. She was overpowered and raped in her own home. She was furious. She was supposed to be torturing him. But she remembered him. Even after he left her handcuffed to her own bed, she never forgot what he looked like. And as she picked the lock of the cuffs, she made two promises to herself. The first was that she would get her revenge. The second was that she would never, ever let someone take away her control again.
Her style changed. Instead of fake seduction, torture, and kill, it became seduction, sex, torture, kill. She loved the control it gave her. Guys would do almost anything for sex especially with someone as attractive as her, and she took full advantage of that. Usually it was men that enjoyed the power, but she got off on the control she had. It's thrilling for her. But even with her delightful new style and life, she hasn't forgotten him. She still looked for the person who took her power away, though maybe hunts fit better.
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Curly blond hair that reaches down to her collar bone. She typically keeps it tied in a bun and out of the way, especially when she's in the middle of working. Her eyes are a light blue color that occasionally look grey or even a light green, depending on the lighting. She stands at a little over 5'5 and is of a smaller build, though by no means is she delicate. She has a few jagged scars here and there from where she had tended to her own wounds, but none that are overly distinguishing marks.
"So what if I missed a stitch or two? You're no longer bleeding, are you?"
Face Claim: Skyler Samuels
Personality: Autumn is typically quiet and soft spoken, and most often enjoys her peace and quiet when she can get it. But annoy her and you'll never hear the end of it. She can appear to be rather passive aggressive, but that's only because she lets people believe she wouldn't be willing to stitch a ridiculous shape into your flesh while tending to your wound. She's talented with a needle, so don't think she won't. She's loyal to her heart and her logic, though sometimes they don't always agree. She'll always do what she herself believes is right, even if nobody else agrees with her. She'll speak her mind even if it would be wiser not to, and she'll never betray her own values, even if it could get her killed.
"If you want me to sugarcoat everything and tell you what you want to hear, then go somewhere else. But if you want the actual truth, then listen up, and listen well, because I'm only going to say it once."
History: Autumn doesn't care to hear about the past of others, so she doesn't really say much about her own. She has a mother, a father, an older brother and a twin sister she never talks to anymore, and that's all anyone really needs to know. Growing up, she had wanted to be a seamstress, or a gardener, but neither one of those desires came true. At sixteen, she joined Diablor, and has stuck with them ever since as their medic, tending to wounds and stitching hearts into those who pissed her off at the time. The past is in the past, and she'd rather keep it that way.
"All anyone ever focuses on is the past, or the future. All I want to focus on is the here and the now, otherwise I'm going to miss it. And that's something you just can't get back."
"I'm not from the Heart or the Slums. I'm an Outskirts kid that's moved there, but I'm an Outskirts kid through and through."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Raphael Cashile Boivin
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Kesh
Aɢᴇ﹕ 28
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ September 29
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 23:37
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Masculine
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single?
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Neutral
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Drunk, agent working with both sides
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Talking, fighting, drinking, reading, watching television
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Kesh always had dark hair -- not black but just a dark brown. His eyes were always the same as his hair. When he was a little kid, his face was round but hollow, and he never had much meat on his bones. Later, he'd put weight on. Often he'd binge and then feel desperately sick at it. But he gained weight. He's strong now. He can fight, and he can do it cleverly and use his surroundings to help him do it. He's quick to smile, smirk, and express emotion, feigned or real.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'11"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Eoin Macken"I'm like your average drunk. I flirt a lot. I fight a lot. Not my fault that I can be actually useful."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕One thing Kesh isn't is stupid even though he spends most of his time pretending to be. He spends most of his time in bars, drinking. By everyone he is considered friendly, jovial. But simple. He does not oft display much wit. Indeed, much of his regular humor is rather lewd and farcical. He's a terrible flirt, and if one were to ask anyone who "knows" him, they'd say he sleeps around, is a connoisseur of casual sex. That's not the truth. While he is a flirt and would kiss anyone, he and his right hand are best friends. He rarely sleeps with people in order to keep himself protected and just because, as strange as it may sound, he would rather have sex with someone he cares about.
He is rather intelligent despite hiding it. He works as an agent for both sides. Or more rather, under his false name, they call on him to help. They have no idea that he's a drunkard in various bars during the day. He is very observant, able to see things in the shadows no one else can. He's very good at guessing other people's reasoning. In addition to making him good at solving crimes and helping both sides, it also makes it very difficult for him to choose which side when he would want to be part of. He can figure out how all sides are thinking and therefore finds both honorable in intentions and, because he deals with the issues both create on a nightly basis, is pretty sure both are shit at what they are doing.
Whether being a drunk or using his brain, he has a tendency to be impulsive. He will jump into situations without thinking through a plan and just wings it as he goes along. Both sides bemoan how unpredictable he can be. He is also fairly aggressive. These two facts combined mean that he gets into fights a lot, particularly drunk. This doesn't mean he can't think things through when utterly necessary. He is also, as a general rule, rather jovial.
He was not always the man he is today. He was never an awful man, never truly wanted to hurt. But once he was just a drunk, a man who drank away his sorrows all the time and could not always make it home from the bar. He still sometimes can't, but it's not multiple times a week. He was bulimic once, an eating disorder from how little he ate as a kid. Once he got food, he would binge eat, enjoying the food to the point where he felt so sick. And then there'd be the disgust at himself. How could he do that when other people needed it more? And that's when he'd purge. He does that less these days, but still, sometimes it happens.
He cares about others a lot, particularly when sober. He would jump in front of a bullet in a heartbeat for a total stranger without thinking about it twice. He doesn't get the other person out of danger before he'll fight a bad guy. He tells them to get out of the way or to flee, whichever they prefer. He just tells them his pseudonym, which just feeds the reputation he's garnered. It's better that they don't know the truth, and he's sure that their ignorance is safer for him. He's right.
"I made me who I am, and these days, I might almost be able to be proud of that."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Kesh was born in the Outskirts. Unlike some who grew up in the Outskirts, his parents were never rich. Their own parents had been born there. They'd lived and died by the food in the Outskirts. They were farmers, or, as Kesh would later think with a sardonic smile on his countenance, they tried to be farmers. In good years, they were subsistence farmers and had enough to sell just a little bit. On bad years -- well, Kesh could remember the feeling of his stomach caterwauling in hopes to find just a little bit of food. They had a roof over their head only when Kesh and his sister Marian were able to scavenge enough in the Junkyard on the border between the Outskirts and Slums.
It wasn't the happiest of existences, not the coddling, but it was his. It would dominate a large part of who he was and would be even long after he'd left it behind himself. As a young child, he was impossibly friendly, never afraid to make a new friend. He was expressive, lived off of the energies of those around him. But he never had time for friends. Sure, he more than talked to those around him, but he didn't get to see them regularly. There was only family, a family to which he was incredibly loyal.
But then when he was six, the true food shortage began. The harvest already had not been good for two years. The adults had already begun scavenging for food. Later, Kesh would realize everything his parents did for food -- stole, sold their bodies, etc. But as a six-year-old, little Kesh was ignorant. Blissfully so. He just remembered asking his parents why his stomach always hurt, always felt so empty. His parents always cried when he asked.
By the time he was eight, nothing still had gotten any better. In fact, they had less food. Little Kesh's belly was always swollen, and he'd learned to blink back tears at hunger pains. But being eight brought a whole new set of pain. His parents realized that things weren't going to get better, so in the middle of the night, while Marian and Kesh were sleeping, they took the two kids and left them at the orphanage where at least they would have enough to eat if have less love.
When Kesh woke up, he was confused. Terrified. He demanded to be taken to his parents. The people in charge just blinked and told him he didn't have parents anymore. He belonged to the orphanage. He broke down and sobbed for hours in the corner. He became determined to find his parents one day if it killed him. He found his sister. She was at the orphanage, too. She told him he needed to put a happy face on it or he'd die in this place. She was the elder sibling, and for the first time, it actually showed. For the next couple years, she took care of Kesh when she could.
But Kesh was growing up, and she couldn't take care of him always. He started school and was separated from her more. He hated school with a passion. And why wouldn't he? He didn't give a shit about all the things he was learning. He just wanted to go find his parents. But one thing Kesh was was brilliant, and that showed. He didn't care, but he still absorbed knowledge better than a knowledge-sponge and did well on tests. He preferred teaching himself in the library. Alone.
Every bit of socialness he'd had as a child vanished. He was depressed, bitter about being left and desperate for them to come back. He didn't care about all these other people, and they were just distractions from a greater goal. Now, if someone talked to him, he'd be great company. A chatterbox while saying nothing important. And so, despite retreating into himself, he was still adored by everyone around him. His sister worried about him, but she was having other problems. Mainly sexual comments about her from people she was terrified of and despised whole-heartedly. Kesh was too self-involved to realize this at the time.
Kesh was eleven when he finally got his head out of his arse. His sister was raped and stopped talking to him. Stopped talking to anyone. This made Kesh finally aware to the problems going all around him. But this made him all the less enamored with the world. His one true connection to people was suddenly gone from his life because of all the awful shit that happened in the world. Not yet would it occur to Kesh that maybe one day he could help to stop crime.
He became lonely no matter what he did. He hung out with people constantly, almost begging for attention so he didn't have to be alone. It didn't help. He was still alone, and the world was still awful. He thought that maybe he wanted to be a member of the police so that he could stop crime. That was an idea that ended not long after it started. One of the people he talked to truly trusted Kesh and admitted that he'd been raped by a police officer before being thrown into the orphanage. Kesh gave up on the idea of helping others. How could he, and what would the point even be?
This depression continued for years, deepening when he was fourteen. His sister committed suicide. This was when Kesh truly cut himself from everyone. Fuck trying not to be lonely. He stopped trying to be social. And this was how he was until he was sixteen. Here he tried to find his mother and father. He learned that they'd committed suicide the night they'd left Kesh and Marian at the orphanage. Kesh broke down crying when he found this out. He then resolved never to cry again. His success was highly debatable.
It was then that the drinking started. It was meant to be one drink in a club, but one drink turned into two and so on. And before he knew it, he'd spiralled down into a pit of perpetual drunkenness. He wasn't then a drunk who was also a vigilante. He was just a drunk. Plain and simple. Worthless by most standards and utterly alone. He hated it, but he often wasn't sober enough to truly care. He got in bar fights and flirted incessantly because at least people were paying attention to him then.
And then one night changed everything for him. Everything. He was just tipsy, miraculously, walking home with just a stagger when he came across a man and a woman in an alleyway. Despite the alcohol affecting his body, it took Kesh only seconds to understand exactly what was happening. And remembering his sister, it wasn't something he could stomach to let happen. Even if his own sister hadn't been raped and committed suicide, he didn't think he'd be able to let it happen.
The man, however, saw him. And before Kesh could save the girl, the man slipped a dagger through her ribs and killed her. Kesh stared at the man in horror, mouth agape. And then he ran and tackled the man to the ground and wrestled the dagger away from him. He was too late, but he caught the criminal. Caught the criminal and advertised he had him. The police were the ones who bought the criminal and made a demonstration of him on the Slums streets. Kesh felt a little guilty at what happened to the man, but overall, he was just glad the man was off the streets. And that was the inception of who he is today.
Except now, now he tracks down the criminals intentionally to stop crimes before they happen. But like before, he does not work in conjunction with the police or the resistance. He gets the criminal on his own and then sells them to the highest bidder. It's a system, not the most moral but certainly effective.
And while he is still so utterly alone, he feels like he matters, like he has a purpose.
And that to him is something to hold onto even if somewhere inside himself he yearns for more.
"Unwinnable? Check. Great, now watch me beat the damn thing, okay?
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Mysie Flannary Cheshire
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Valora Roux
Aɢᴇ﹕ 22
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ July 3
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 15:57
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Greygender
Proɴoυɴѕ: They/them/their/themself
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Panromantic Pansexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single/With Gray secretly
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Their friends
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Secretary to Lower Council Member
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Reading, writing, playing games, drinking games, hanging with friends, singing
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕They're pretty, and despite being greygender, they are not afraid to have a more feminine edge to their appearance. They keep half of their head shaved, but the other half has long blonde hair. They have a propensity to look a bit rebellious no matter how elegantly or formally they dress. Maybe it's the hear and the numerous earrings they tend to wear. They have blue eyes -- brilliant blue eyes, in fact, which they inherited from their father. They have a rounder face, but their jaw line is triangular -- something they have from their mother.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'6"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Natalie Dormer
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Had they been born in a different place and time, they might have become one of the greatest lawyers. Thy can argue anything, and they love doing it. It doesn't matter if they believe what they're saying or not. They seem as though they believe it utterly. And they don't believe in giving anything only half the effort. If they try something, even arguing the side they don't believe in, then they will do it to their full potential.
Mysie is incredibly stubborn, too much so for their own good. Once there is an idea in their head, it's not going anywhere. They will approach the idea from multiple angles until they are able to find one that might work and then they’ll plan how to see it through until the end. Perhaps in another life they would have made an excellent scientist also. And they'll go through with plans even if they're kind of stupid. Unless it'll get them killed. They'll improvise if they need to. It's just not the preferred plan of attack. But when they do have to think on their feet, they're actually rather spectacular about it. It always ends up seeming like they'd already come up with what they were going to do.
They have a temper, yet they are not the type that loses their head easily. In fact, despite their temper, they don't anger easily. Once angered, they get very, very pissed. Like yelling and punching pissed. They can only recall one time they got this mad as a child, and it was toward their dad. They had every reason to be — he had cheated on their mother and tried to put the product of this in their class at school. They slapped their dad in the face and said hurtful things they don’t really regret and never looked back. They refused to talk to him ever since as a function of this. Now, this is not to say that they don't hold grudges when irritated because they do, easily.It's just that they rarely fly off the handle, and they especially don't when not justified.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕There would always be many who would say that teenagers think themselves invincible. Teenagers that partied constantly, every night, and never thinking of the future -- perhaps that was even more true for them. And those were exactly the type of people Mysie's parents were. Their mom and dad would often go to numerous different parties, some even in that half-destroyed skyscraper next to The Pit in the Middle City Slums. Caution just wasn’t in their vocabulary.
Mysie's mother was fourteen when she had Mysie. Their father was fifteen. They had been dating casually for a couple months up to that point. But more than anything, they were kids. Kids and not at all ready fro the responsibilities parenthood could bring. Mysie's mother, Alara, was told by her mother to switch all her classes to online so as to avoid the shame of being a parent so young. It was expected by both families that the Alara and the father of her child, Kristian, would marry. And so as soon as Alara hit sixteen, they did.
Mysie was not brought to the wedding since their existence prior to marriage would have been disgraceful, a scandal that could have sent their parents tumbling out of their claque. Maybe Mysie's mother was emotionally withdrawn because of it, or maybe it was because she was always like that. Mysie would never know. But whatever it was, it caused their dad to start cheating on their mother. This would not be apparent for years, but it was true nevertheless. And Mysie's dad got his mistress pregnant. This, too, would not be known for years.
Mysie was two when they were finally presented to the world. It was obvious they were older than their parents claimed, but people turned a blind eye to it, much to their family's relief. People adored Mysie, nevermind that they knew more than any baby and could already talk from "the start." But once Mysie was presented to the world, Kristian and Alara wanted another child. They adored Mysie. And so they tried for another kid. Mysie would like to think that their dad felt guilty about the love-child he was having with his mistress, but they have their doubts on the matter.
So when Mysie was four, it finally came to light that their mother was unable to have children due to the first pregnancy. Mysie can still remember how their parents cried for a couple months. And then they stopped trying for a kid. Mysie's mother became more emotionally withdrawn, and so Mysie interacted with her less. They bonded with their dad, though, and they and their dad had an excellent relationship. Their dad, they knew, only ever wanted the best for them.
Mysie was six when something good came of their parents' inability to have more children. They decided to adopt a little girl who was allegedly the same age as Mysie was. That, of course, meant the little girl was two years younger than Mysie actually was. Her name was Zoraida. Mysie instantly took to Zoraida as if the little girl were her birth sibling. They even exchanged necklaces to define themselves as siblings. Mysie always used to wear it around their neck, bit over time, they preferred to have it designed to hang out of the pocket of their jacket in such a way it could not fall out. Mysie's mother treated Zoraida as she did Mysie themself, but Mysie's dad always has a bit of distance between himself and Zor that there wasn't between him and Mysie.
But just a year later, it was the fault of this divide between Zoraida and Kristian that caused all the shit to go flying up at the fan. The three of them were in the park without Alara one day. As always, Kristian was paying more attention to Mysie than to Zor. And as a result, Zor disappeared. Mysie never blamed themself. They were seven-years-old. They weren't even in charge of their little sister. That was Kristian's job, not theirs. They were very upset about the loss of Zor. Crushed, in fact. They were in tears constantly in the weeks that followed as the police searched for the body.
Mysie had just turned eight when the body was found. The police and forensics specialists all claimed the body was Zoraida's. Mysie was the one who was unable to believe it. It wasn't that they didn't think their sister could possibly just end like that. Though it was hard to believe, Mysie might have been able to believe it. What made them doubt was that the necklace they'd given Zoraida wasn't there. They had been sure it was fireproof and generally resistant to just about anything. But the necklace wasn’t there. So Mysie knew that the body didn’t belong to Zoraida. When they tried to tell the police or their mother (they could scarcely look at their dad), they just thought that little Mysie couldn’t know anything they didn’t because they were just a little kid. "Mimi, we all want her to be alive, but she’s gone. You have to accept that," their mother told them.
Mysie still didn’t believe that their sister was dead, but they had realized expressing their doubts was a dead-end. So they stopped. Trying the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Well, Mysie was not insane, and they knew that it would be wasted efforts. This did not keep them from looking elsewhere. Everyone that looked remotely like Zor on the streets was always her in Zor’s mind. They even tried to look for their sister on the internet, to see if that could work. As if an eight-year-old kid might be able to do better than the police they were sure were incompetent.
But of course they found nothing.
The people who had kidnapped Zor had covered everything up well.
But Mysie is stubborn, and they just assumed that they just hadn’t seen the right thing yet. They never once lost faith that their sister remained alive. They had faith in their sister to keep on living. It was easy to trust her because they were really the only person they really knew.
On one of their searches, they encountered a kid in the park. Gray, their name was. Mysie was impossibly shy around them. It took a while for them to admit that the reason they were there was that they were looking for their lost sister. To Mysie's shock, Gray said they'd help them. Gray enlisted their younger friend, too, a girl named Pyper Lovelace. Mysie would later insist on calling the younger girl Pipsqueak.
Once Gray was helping them, Mysie slowly began to talk more to Gray. Persiflage began before Mysie was able to open up about everything -- like their actual age, what all had happened with Zor. They enjoyed the new company. Mysie adored Gray a lot. They liked Pyper too, though they weren't as close to her. While it was hard being without their sister and they never got over it, it was easier to deal with. Still, it was rather awesome to have new friends.
Nothing new really happened for them until they were nine, almost ten, and almost starting school. They learned then that their father was cheating on their mother when they came across their father and his mistress with tongues shoved down each other's throats. Mysie gasped in shock and covered their mouth with their hands. It was enough to get Kristian's attention, and he stopped, shocked and horrified that his kid had seen. Mysie fled to their mother, and despite their father's pleading, they didn't return. Telling their mother was the last time they would ever refer to Kristian as their dad.
The next few months, including the start of school, were the definition of a disaster. Their mother began to look for a divorce. There was fighting for the entire time it took for the divorce to go through. Kristian tried to get visitation rights for his little kid, but it was Mysie who said they didn't want to see him. Then Kristian told them he'd done it for them, that he wanted a more open mother for them. In more childish terms, Mysie informed him he could go fuck himself.
They never exactly forgave him.
Unfortunately, school started soon after this blight. And they struggled to be able to deal with this and all the new stress that came with it. Between it all, Mysie just overflowed. All the time they were in tears. They could recall numerous times just sitting in a seat or asking to be excused and just bawling. They relied heavily on Gray during this time. It was one time when they were in the halls sobbing between two classes that Mysie saw someone they never had expected to see again despite their hope. Zoraida.
Mysie hugged Zor as soon as they saw her and probably got tear stains on Zor's top. Their friendship rerurned quickly. Mysie was not hurt that Zor didn’t want to return to their family, not really. Especially when it was such a mess. But while Mysie still considered Zor their sister, they told Mysie less about their life than they did Gray. It was strange, but it felt right. Gray was the person closest to them, more than a friend really in a more innocent childlike way.
Mysie was eleven when their dad started trying to win them over in earnest. He sent their half-brother to be in the same class that they were in. Soren was his name. He was a good kid. Smart, too. Only three years younger than Mysie themself. But he was sent to try to convince Mysie to love their dad again. Neither kid was thrilled with this turn of events. Of course, Mysie had an intense dislike of Soren because they viewed him as a symbol of their dad's betrayal. Soren was upset by this, but he had no real option in it.
When Mysie was twelve, their mother met a man from the edge of the Heart of the City. He was nice and obviously cared for Mysie. He brought out the best in their mother and pulled her from her shell. Mysie then realized guiltily that Alara had likely been experiencing depression. The man also had a son who was four years older than Mysie actually was. His name was Fitch. Hey got along with Fitch and quickly came to regard him as their brother. That was a mutual feeling. There was only one point they could never actually agree on. Fitch was for the resistance because he regarded it as morally right while Mysie was for the city council because they viewed it as the way for their family to regain respectability. Furious, Fitch once asked them if they resented him and his dad because they weren't from a "respectable" part of the city. Mysie insisted they didn't, but he didn't believe them. It was years before their relationship was repaired.
Thirteen came with a dramatic realization: that they had a huge crush on their best friend, Gray. It wasn't a result of some event it was just something they realized one day randomly walking home from the store. They stopped as soon as they realized it and quickly realized that it fit. It seemed their friends generally realized it too. They were always ribbing them about it. Mysie often played oblivious or just insisted that romance and romantic attractions were useless and illogical so obviously they didn't experience them. Mysie tried for years to convince themself of this, that they didn't want anything to happen. This was met with a highly debatable amount of success.
The group expanded twice more from where it was then (Mysie, Gray, Zor, and Pyper). It came to include Alexa and Jeon, too. Jeon was the son of the step-mother mark ii. He called Zor a nerd. Of course, Mysie could be a bit overprotective sometimes and disliked hiim instantly as a result. Even though Zor forgave him quickly, Mysie could hold grudges with alarming skill. So they never really forgave him easily. Once he was accepted into the group by the others, Jeon and Mysie ended up in a prank war. Unfortunately, their pranks had a tendency to go wrong and affect the others.
Things were good for a while until when Mysie was eighteen and just getting out of school. That was when they got a job with the government, when Jeon was diagnosed with cancer, and when Mysie began to realize they were greygender and not female. The last was the one that came first. It was in small increments that it started. Some things that females do that didn't fit them. Some things just didn't feel like they were them. It felt sort of something like they were female with something else, too, but not really experiencing it all fully. More than anything, there was just that lack of attachment to gender. These they realized in gradual increments. Surprisingly, the first person they trusted with the information was not Gray but their brother, Fitch. This was ultimately what repaired their relationship.
The second thing to happen was getting the job with the government. While they had repaired their relationship with Fitch, there was still the issue that he supported the resistance while they sort of supported the city council. However, they learned to live with each other's preferences, which was a good step, and their relationship progressed to the jocund sibling relationship they'd had before.
The third thing that happened that year was probably the most drastic. Jeon was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Had he not been their step-brother, they might have visited him in the hospital. But as he was, they didn't want to run into Soren, Kristian, or Lien. They were all people Mysie just could not stand to deal with. And so, they didn't. They were still very concerned about Jeon and always asked Zoraida for updates on him and sent little gifts for him with her.
It was only after his death that Mysie felt guilty for not having gone in person, so they decided to honor him that they would make peace with their father. This was easier said than done. Their step-mother was bigoted -- cissexist (dislike of people who are not cis-gender) and heterosexist (dislike of those not "heterosexual"). These both applied to Mysie, and one of them applied to their half-brother as well. While perhaps they were now on speaking terms with their father, there was a large amount of arguing. But it was better than nothing. Their step-mother they just could not stand. Lien was in mourning, understandably. So was every other one of Mysie's friends and family. But it did not excuse her prejudice. Even their father was part of it, always referring to them as his "little girl" even after they said that they were not actually female and preferred not to have male or female nouns or pronouns attached to them. Both Lien and Kristian still used feminine pronouns for Mysie. Indeed, Soren was the only one that respected their preferences.
Spending time with their dad only really lasted a single month. Then was when they realized they could deal with their Lien's bigotry no more. They started a shouting match with her. In it, they snapped that if either of them wanted a relationship with them, they'd have to accept who they were. They even defended Soren, which was the first time they ever did such a thing. In grown-up terms, Mysie informed Lien and Kristian that they could go fuck themselves with something large, sharp, burning hot, and pointy. Afterward, he thanked them. They were able to strike up a friendship sort of relationship, and as he was still a minor, it was not long before Mysie convinced Alara to allow him to move in to escape the toxic atmosphere of their dad's. To Alara's credit, she treated Soren like her own son until he was able to move into his own place.
Things were calm and good for the next while -- healing. When Mysie was twenty, their sibling/friendship with Zor changed. It was late one evening when, sobbing, the other girl came over. She admitted to almost being raped and killing the near-rapist for it with her pencil. She even admitted to having killed and what had happened when they were kidnapped. Mysie had suspected that their friend had done bad things while kidnapped but never judged her for it. She just patiently quelled the girl's distress as best they could and said they would always be there for her. Their relationship was closer, twin-like after this.
Around this time, Gray hacked into the city council's computers and learned that the city council had arranged Zor's adopted mother's death. Mysie was horrified along with everyone else, but it took more for them not to want to work for the city council for the sake of working for them. It took the way they were still ostracized by coworkers because of their family. And just the general corruption. They realized that they could not call themself a good person and actually work for the city council. So they volunteered to be the spy in the city council for their group -- which gave them the moral ground and still the slightly better reputation for their family. Of course, Fitch still teased them for working for the city council, but that was okay.
A year later, Mysie's relationship with Gray changed for the better. Gray had started being an incorrigible flirt about five years earlier while Mysie expressed no interest in anyone. Well, when Gray was twenty, Gray started to flirt obnoxiously with Mysie whenever the pair were alone. This was more painful than when Gray was flirting with everyone else for Mysie.
Mysie figured they were just flirting with them like they did with everyone else. And that hurt more than anything else did because they figured Gray meant none of it. And Mysie had known they were in love with them for eight years. So one day, when they were alone, Mysie snapped that Gray needed to stop because, "It's not fair, Gray! You need to fucking stop!" In the short exchange that followed, Mysie admitted how long they had been in love with their best friend. And Mysie wouldn't know who started it, but suddenly they and Gray were kissing.
After that, Mysie and Gray were oficially together . . .
. . . in secret.
Not even their group of friends was allowed to know. They wanted to keep their relationship private, but a large part of it was that they didn't want to get teased about it. But more than that, they didn't want to let their friends know they had actually been right all along. It wasn't like they were each other's dirt secret. They were happy with their relationship, not ashamed.
The first time anyone found out about their relationship was a few months ago when Pyper walked in on them while they were "Just kissing, Pipsqueak. You're too young to have your mind in the gutter."
And so far, Pyper's kept their secret, but really, how long could that last?
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
Mother's side
>>Alara Thompson; mother; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Elijah Thompson; step-father; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Fitch Cheshire-Thompson; 26; step-brother; alive; (view spoiler)
Father's side
>>Kristian Cheshire; father; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Mela Engel Feare; step-mother; dead; (view spoiler)
>>Soren Elior Feare; half-brother (via Mela); alive; 19; (view spoiler)
>>Lien Rhee; step-mother; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Jeon Rhee; step-brother; died at age 17 ; would have been 21; (view spoiler)
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"I've killed... does that make me a monster? Does my work as a doctor make up for the lives I've taken? I don't think it does, nor will it ever."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Zoraida Kirke-Fuamnach Lilura
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Nach
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ (R)Aida, Zor, Li, Lura
│ Oғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ Tɪᴛʟᴇ . Dr. Lilura (often called Lura instead)
│ Aɢᴇ │ 20
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ July, 31st
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │4:00am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Leo
(view spoiler)
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ One
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ N/A
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
>{Adoptive}<
Name Destiny Kirke
Relation » Mother |◦45(at death) » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Carter Stephan Kirke
Relation » Father |◦48 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
>{First Adoptive}<
Name Kristian Cheshire
Relation » Father|◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
Name Alara Cheshire
Relation » Mother|◦ » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Jakob Wilbert Kirke
Relation » Younger Brother |◦14 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
>{First Adoptive}<
Name Mysie Cheshire
Relation » Sibling|◦ 22 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
"More like I'll never be what I want."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Curly Black
│ Eʏᴇs │ Chocolate Brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Nice Honey glow, flawless skin.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slender, hourglass figure and 'thin', 5’5”
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~~Whoever she is~~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs + │
Zor has two pieces, one with her birth date on the back and the other Jeon's birth date on tbe back:
"I am a Doctor, my only wish is to help and heal people. I won't let my issues effect my work, I refuse."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Her group of friends {Currently Unnamed}
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Doctor/Psychiatrist {Works at Hospital and Medical Center}
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Art, Reading, Spending time with her friends, Helping People.
│ Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs │ Bi-Polar Behavior Disorder, Congenital Analgesia (or CIP), Insomniac.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ ~Irrelevant~ (view spoiler)
"Why am I so worthless? Why did he die? I JUST WANT TO DIE! I don't want to live like this anymore. I helped people kill before! And I couldn't save the one person I loved most.... just let me die."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Zor is a complicated woman, always has been since a young age. Since she was an infant, her intelligence was evident in her brown eyes. As soon as she came out of her mother she was quiet, no crying, only quiet as she took her first breaths. Once Zor opened her eyes though, she observed everything around her, but it wasn't like a infant curiosity, not really seeing what was there but actually observing her surrounding area with a glint in her eyes akin to intelligence in an adult.
Despite being left at the hospital due to how abnormal she was to her parents and being dumped at an orphanage, the incident truly didn't heavily effect Zor as one might think. Zor is a highly intelligent woman, able to retain and understand most things easily. It does help that she had an eidetic memory.
She also has, what one might call a hero complex, in a way. She adores helping people, a fatal flaw of her's. She tends to want to help people no matter the consequences and enjoys the feeling of pride and happiness that comes with being successful and getting their thanks. She doesn't care about the superficial shit like money and favors that may come with helping people, just getting a smile and a thanks makes her feel like it was completely worth while. This complex is a strong influence on her becoming a doctor.
Unfortunately, Zor is diagnosed with Bipolar Behavior Disorder. As a child is was low, a mild thing that was barely there so no one could really tell that it was something that was wrong with her. Her emotional transitions are usually stretched out, having more 'highs' than 'lows' for the most part fortunately. Her highs generally leave her feeling happy, energetic, hyper, goofy and a bit more devious. Her lows are dangerous, she becomes highly depressed, often violent with suicidal thoughts as well as many more symptoms. It gets bad enough that she can't even bother to move or feed herself. This is her extremes of course, there are in between and something she likes to call 'cooling off' days which is when she is generally stable, a good mix of highs and lows that most people experience that keep her stable.
These times is when her caring and passionate personality is expressed, her blunt and sassy tendencies that make her who she is. She's incredible witty and not afraid to face down when someone needs to get off their high horse. She is very considerate and in these times usually calm and cool. She is extremely trust worthy and confident in her skills but she still loves interacting with others and depends on her friends for a lot. She tends to love fully and is open hearted, making her usually very vulnerable and sensitive at times but she is the furthest from naive and innocent.
Despite usually having these emotional flips happen in stretched times, Zor is prone to suddenly having emotional whiplash. Once someone triggers an extreme emotion from her, whether from an action or word, she is unable to control her sudden switch in emotion, like flicking on a switch, and usually tends to lash out or become suddenly insanely depressed, suicidal even, or even happy to the extreme. These moments tend to happen more than one can hope, but it is avoidable and Zor struggles to control it though it's futile.
Zor doesn't let her past effect her too much, besides the initial causing her disorder to snap into full focus, but she doesn't allow it to cloud her thoughts and opinions. She is a strong woman, determined and focused, a great friend even with her tendency to suddenly switch emotions and general emotion instability. She is also highly self conscious due to her eidetic memory separating her from many people her age but also because she can't feel any pain, her brain oddly unable to register it. Not only that but she unfortunately bruises easily, the combination difficult and irritating nonetheless. She often suffers insomnia due to her disorder, lack of energy when in her low states. Her appetite isn't stable either, sometimes she'll eat normally but other times she can't eat a single thing. It's trifling but she tends to hide how bad it can all get from her friends and family, both who she adores and rarely turns her anger on.
She does have pills that she only has when she knows her disorder might be too extreme for even her to handle, but again she rarely takes them because she hates pills.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Helping People
☻ Art (view spoiler)
☻ Baby animals
☻ Human Bodies
☻ Pasta
☻ Sun/Beach
☻ Candies(Addiction~>Suckers/Skittles)
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Bullies(AKA Assholes)
☹ Narcissistic people
☹ Snow/The cold
☹ Bananas
☹ Chocolate
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Intelligent
✮ Memory
✮ Reading People
✮ Healing(helping)
✮ Inability to feel
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Impulsive
☆Inability to feel pain
☆Bi-Polar
☆Reacts violently
☆ Never being able to forget
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Spiders
✗ She'll fail someone
✗ Dying Alone
✗ Being without her Candies
"My friends and family mean the most to me. So if you dare fuck with them, you'll be regretting it for the rest of your very short and pathetic life."
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It was not long after, a few days, a day before she was to be released she found out some issues that her daughter seemed to have which only seemed to confirm to the couple that the monstrosity was not their child. So when they left, they left Zoraida at the hospital without another glance, leaving the doctors to deal with the monster that they created. They assured themselves abouut this so they wouldn't feel guilty, saying she was better off without them, she was a monster plus they couldn't support it properly anyhow.
So after a few weeks of Zoraida staying in the hospital and her parents not returning for her at any time during that time, they soon had her transferred to the orphanage where she was looked over by the caretakers there. She was cared for up until she could walk, was potty trained and feed herself, which was at six months and she was left to her own devices at the orphanage. She was an outcast, highly intelligent and had a perfect recall of everything that's ever been said, done or heard. This caused many to fear her as well, so naturally she was ignored and if the young child wasn't, she was picked on and beaten. The caretakers didn't really do anything either. For the first four years of her life, it was hard and it was harsh, cruel and at times she thought it would have been better of she hadn't been ever born.
Zoraida kept to herself, espeically the little thing about not being able to feel any pain because they would have changed their torture methods, learned to become depend only on herself and that everyone else was not to be trusted.
|¤《Adoption》¤|
Suddenly one day when Zor was four, a couple came in looking to adopt a child since they wanted another but weren't able to conceive another one. Many of the children at the orphanage were desperate for adoption to get out of that hell hole, especially since the couple looked rich. Zor was eager to have a family to call her own, maybe finally being free of her isolation but she didn't expect anything especially from the couple that came to adopt. For some reason though, they chose her to adopt, something that Zor felt was just random but was thankful all the same. For the few days it took to take care of everything that needed to be done adopt Zor, she was nearly beaten to death out of other children's rage for the situation and how she was being adopted when she was just the little freak.
Zor was taken by her new parents and had to recover from the beating. Once she was back to health she was introduced to the family officially. It was the first time she met Mysie, her new sister. It wasn't soon after their first meeting that they became fast and close friends, no they were sisters. Zor finally found a friend, someone who didn't hate her or think she was a freak. She enjoyed spending her time with Mysie, looking up to the older sibling though everyone thought was the same age as Zor. They even exchanged necklaces to show that they were siblings. Zor from that day on never took off her necklace, not even once.
After about a little over a month after being adopted by the Cheshire, Zor had began calling Mysie's mom, mom. Zor knew that despite both adults being fairly distant with her, she still liked them a lot and was well aware that the mother adored her and Zor felt herself returning the feelings. She finally had a mother which was something she'd been hoping for since her first introduction of bullying. Unlike her adoptive mother, her new father was someone she was close to as well, to an extent. Zor looked to him more as a friend than a fatherly figure so she only referred to him as his name, out of respect, unknowingly that was one of the causes of the distance between the two as time moved on.
Zor lived and bonded with the family for that whole year, becoming insanely close to her sister Mysie--they even got each other necklaces much like friendship bracelets-- and came to experience something close to a fairytale family in her mind, her life taking a turn for the best.... or so she assumed.
|¤《Kidnapped》¤|
After a year living with the Cheshires and falling in love with life with them--just after a year of the public knowing about their strange, little, orphan child they adopted--Zoraida was kidnapped. It had happened when she, Mysie and Mysie's father had gone off to the park on day. Unfortunately, due to the general distance between Zor and the father, he paid attention only to Mysie for the majority of the time and spent time with Mysie. Zor didn't mind too much, she knew she took a lot of Mysie's time at home so this was needed for their bonding time so she ventured around the park alone.
In that year of living there, Zor had gotten her hands on some books and had begun teaching herself how to read and write in her spare time, she wanted to know and due to her eidetic memory, learning how to didn't take too much time. She ended up reading a lot about plants and animals so when she was free to venture around the park she began examining different plants she found to Dere what they were. She was so engrossed with her exploration that she didn't notice the man coming up from behind her and was too late to react to the cloth covering her mouth and nose.
Zor was knocked out and--what seemed like no time at all-- woke up to find herself kidnapped by a group of adults. She knew she was in deep trouble and wasn't in any position to fight or attempt escape so she didn't bother. She wouldn't do good to anyone dead and she strived to live for Mysie, hoping to see her again. It was about a week or so later before they even bothered to address the strangely silent girl who just observed their antics in the dark abandoned building. In that week--Zor found out a while later-- they had attempted to get some money off her adoptive parents but when that failed--something they didn't actually care too much about--they burned a little girls body and dumped it for the cops to find, making sure the kid had DNA samples of Zor so they would assume it was her that had died.
Once the cops had stopped hounding and searching for Zor, they could finally test to see what is said about her true. The main and real reason the gang had taken her was to use her for Intel gathering, for who would suspect and innocent child? The asking of money was just a cover up so no one would suspect anything else but that, which was rather clever in their part.
So they trained her for a bit, made sure she knew how to do this, something she picked up easily much to her displeasure. They made sure to remind her frequently the consequences for crossing them would be. Zor was smart enough to believe them and to just go along with what they told her to do. She couldn't risk her life and especially not the life of her adoptive family.
Once she was taught everything she, the forced the five year old to begin her first of many 'missions' that often ended with someone's death, usually killed in her presence in fact. Zor had experienced many things in her time working for them, gathering flawless information for them to utilize, sometimes even got her to break them into the place if she'd already been in so they wouldn't need to. She'd seen them be murdered, tortured and by the time she was about seven, she was forced to kill someone who went to murder her. That shock of her first kill caused something that was already present in her mind to finally begin cracking.
She killed two people at the age of seven, seen twenty people killed, assisted with fifty others and had almost been killed thirteen times and been seconds from being raped four times. Zor was traumatized, scarred and desperate to be saved. Aging to eight years old, the bipolar behavior had begun to leak out almost as a self-defense but she was close to losing herself. She frankly just wanted to die after everything she'd done and experienced. She was done.
|¤《Rescued》¤|
She was around eight when she began giving up, she was days from committing suicide when the police broke into the abandoned building she was being keep in and she was rescued. She was so happy she broke into tears, crying and the two main officers that had led the team for this operation comforted her.
It was a few days after being rescued when Zor finally told the couple what had happened to her. The missing report of Zor that the Cheshires had submitted was never connected to this case and Zor didn't think she could stomach seeing Mysie again and having them find out what she had done over the years. So she left that part out, fearing what would happen if she returned to their household.
So in the end the two lovely police officers that rescued her that fateful day ended up adopting her into their small family. She spent a month recovering from everything she'd been through, learning and integrating into her new home in family. She felt happy once more but unfortunately, due to the trauma that occurred since her kidnapping, the bipolar behavior took capture of her and began effecting her personality and life.
|¤《New Life》¤|
She came to completely adore her new family, she relied on them but she had moods that she'd hide in her room so they wouldn't know. She refused to go back to any sort of hospital or anything of the like in any time soon. She soon began calling them by mom and dad much like Jakob had done since birth.
After that month she was put into school, something she was insanely nervous about espeically with her recent mood swings that she didn't exactly trust herself in her strange state that she'd skillfully kept from her new family, not wanting them to dump her somewhere like her birth parents did. She just hoped that school wasn't like the orphanage. Unfortunately, it did turn out sort of like the orphanage, the bullying part at least which wasn't enjoyable in the least. However, due to her disorder, it meant her reaction to it was different and usually immediately violent which soon kept people from trying again.
The best thing happened to her though, she began attending school and she fell in love with learning, due to her eidetic memory she excelled excellently. Oddly though, her favorite and beat class was art, she loved the concept of being able to creatively express herself like she could in art, it gave her a freedom which she felt she direly needed. Though math was her hardest subject she didn't do horribly there either. That wasn't really what made her new life better than having a new little brother that she adored and tended to tease, not to mention to rather loving parents. In school, she ran into Mysie and broke down in sobs, seeing them there, actually there after so long. She didn't know what to do at first but silently cry and recall all their memories they had together.
It wasn't too much later that they bonded once more but resumed their friendship instead of their previous sibling relationship but due to that bond from earlier they were closer than before. Her first friend remained her first friend which was relieving since now one else liked her either much like at the orphanage.
Unfortunately since they were reunited and became close once more, it was inevitable that Zor would have met with her previous adoptive parents. Once they knew she was alive thwy immediately (more the mother) offered to adopt her into their family once more but Zor instantly refused. She loved her new family and wouldn't betray them like that, espeically since it would mean she lied to them and she didn't want them to know that.
This caused a rift to form between Zor and her previous adoptive parents, to become tense and a lengthy distance between them that Zor knew was her fault.
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|¤《The Group》¤|
After reuniting with Mysie, Zor soon met the two others that they'd befriended since Zor's dissapearence and the four them became fast and close friends. Zor being their when Mysie needed her most, and do what she could without hesitation. She first was introduced with Mysie's close friend Gray, hitting off with Gray quite well and soon was meeting Pyper who became acquainted with the others by baby sitting. Zor found herself becoming deeply attached to them along with her new family. This was officially the first expansion of the group.
They were nearly always together, hanging out or whatnot. Zor found comfort in just being in their company, silent or not. The best was knowing that she actually had friends who liked her. She rarely ever felt troubled by her disorder when she was with them, which was a relief but it was something that she couldn't hide forever. She had episodes during the times she visited but it could be chalked up to mood swings but it was obvious that it just frankly wasn't. Fortunately they adapted to her highs and lows rather well which put Zor's mental state at ease and therefore not risking any extreme or poor actions influenced by these moods.
Eventually when Zor was 13 she followed her parents to one of their 'dispatches'. She overheard that it was to pick up a girl who just lost her parents and transfer her to the orphanage. Zor was horrified at that knowledge but kept silent, only insisted on going along with them and so, when she got there she was told to stay in the car. She slipped out as soon as they went inside the house, wandering around the area the area bit when she noticed a girl who looked around her age slipping out of the house her parents went into. Zor stopped and blatantly stared, observing. She knew the girl was planning on probably living on the streets so when their gaze met, Zor only gave her a small smile, a slight wave and watched her disappear out of sight. She didn't tell her parents because she knew that ending up at the orphanage was a worse fate than living on the streets, to some at least.
A while later, in school, which went rather well, Aceing everything that was thrown at her but she didn't really have a specific field she was interested in. Either way, she was well known for her intelligence, she was also well known for her sudden temper that sprung whenever she or one of her friends were threatened or injured.
Unfortunately, one day, the new kid that just transferred to their school walked up to her. Jeon, the boy who approached her at her locker, slammed it close to get her attention and then demanded her to do his homework for him or he'd beat her up, after calling her a nerd mind you. Zor didn't rationally think about this nor judge his expression to see if he was sincere. Her disorder reared its head and the next second she had punched him in the face and he was clutching onto his broken nose.
They both got detention and he was immediately sent to the nurse. Zor felt bad of course after it happened but in a way he deserved it for being an asshole. So eventually she was stuck in a boring, do nothing classroom, alone with Jeon. That was where, Jeon--who was oddly not as upset as he should be about a girl breaking his nose, especially a younger girl--explained to her that it was a dare and he didn't mean any harm by it. He apologized and did mention that they were going to dare someone else to do worse so in a way he saved her ass. Zor just stared at him with a deadpan expression and Jeon laughed, replying with a "can't blame a guy for trying".
By the end of that detention, Zor had began befriending the odd sport obsessed boy leading to many encounters with him afterwards-- including study periods since he did ask and need help in school and in exchange taught her how to play some sports-- and soon having him being included in her group of friends. Mysie didn't like him at the least at first, due to what he had done to Zor but also because he was apparently one of their new step brother, a fact that was not revealed until much later though Jeon had informed Zor soon after realizing and meeting Mysie. After Jeon and Mysie met though, that was when the pranks soon began. It was a brutal battle between the two, pranking the other whenever possible, often getting other members of the group pranked instead of then other.
It was not too long after their rivalry began that Zor ran into a familiar person but at first she couldn't tell why. After running into the boy, who she soon came to realize was in fact a girl, recognized her from somewhere. It wasn't a surprise that Zor soon clued into who she was, the girl that had been destined for the orphanage but ended in the streets. Zor didn't outright say it of course, she wasn't rude nor did she want to bring up bad memories. Instead she apologized for running into her and then asked if she wished to come join her and her friends for a drink to make up for running into her.
Zor thought at first she wouldn't agree so she was relieved when the girl agreed. It wasn't long after that, that they officially gained their final member of their group, Alexa. Just like everyone else in the group, Zor was close to Alexa, probably one of the closest to the rather secretive woman. Unfortunately for Alexa, she was noy excluded from the accidental pranking.
After a while though, their pranks cooled down till it was just small pranks they did to each other for fun. Jeon and Mysie may never be as close as Zor and him are but they soon got along. (No thanks to them, Zor ended up losing her cool and shouting the roof off at them.)
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At sixteen she finished school along with Mysie, Jeon had already free from school since he was a year older than Zor. Zor was nervous, she didn't know for certain what she wanted to do with her life, unlike Jeon who was set on doing something with his love for sports. Despite she loved her life, she had an amazing group a friends thsy she loved and supported her and her the same for them. She had a wonderful family that she adored and wouldn't change for the world. She was content with her life, espeically since the year before Jeon was to graduate, those two began to become close, close enough that they viewed their relationship as a couple instead of friends. In all honesty, the two were head over heels in love with each other, just to scared or naive to admit it. So by this time they had been going strong for a year and they hadn't turns into a mushy PDA loving couple. They acted as if they were best friends but just involved being more close and actually touching each other more, usually meaning holding hands.
Unfortunately, it wasn't soon after graduating and Zor began the struggle of figuring out what she wanted to do with her life when tragedy once again struck. Jeon, since he was young often got horrible headaches, something he was used to, he'd also get dizzy and occasionally have a seizure, all assumed because of stress and his obsession with basically playing every sport there was at the 'same time'. During one playful game of tackle football(American) his head ricocheted off the ground and he laid there, twitching, foam beginning to form at his mouth. It was bad and he was immediately rushed to the hospital.
Zor had to brave her terror of hospitals to come visit him as soon as she could. They found what had caused thos symptoms though, the real reason, he had a brain tumor, cancer, it had been getting larger and the bump on his head only caused it to become fatal. He wasn't dead yet but the surgery was expensive and only a 10% of survival.
Zor bailed, broken as she sat there beside the love of her life, clenching onto his cold hand that used to be so warm. She spent the last few weeks barely leaving his bedside, keeping him company every time be woke up. Sometimes when be woke up it would be in a panic, some times he didn't even remember her. It was all so hard for her to bare but she did it anyway, praying to a god she didn't believe in for a miracle.
Miracles only happened in books and movies.
About two months after he was admitted to the hospital, Jeon died with Zor holding his hand. Zor went into denial, refusing to believe that he was dead, she freaked out, her disorder causing her to lash out at anyone until she finally crumbled into a broken, sobbing mess.
Unfortunately, once she broke, her 'low' period lasted for months, she isolated herself in her room back at home, rarely got out of bed. She was depressed, mourning for her loss and soon began contemplating suicide. She attempted multiple times, unable to think clearly because of her disorder, she thought it was the only way to get away from this depression, to see Jeon again. Unfortunately, in her mind, she kept being saved or stopped by her family or friends.
The final time she attempted suicide was when she grabbed her father's gun and pressed it against her head, seconds from pulling the trigger and ending it all when Alexa kicked it out of her grasp and the rest of her friends came rushing in seconds later. Zor fell to her knees, wailing, wanting to die, screaming at them for not allowing her to die. It was really the first time that they full out saw one of her intensely large bipolar episodes.
It took a lot of time for Zor to get back on her feet, for her emotional state return to its usual stability. Zor leaned heavily on her family and friends for help, she knew they were hurting too for losing their close friend and she knew she wasn't making their grief any better. She felt guilty for it but she was unable to help the depression that gripped her. After a long time with a lot of support she was able to become steady. As steady as she could be with her disorder at least. She was able to function like a human being and the low that had grasped her for so long began to release her from its clutches.
Soon, once Zor was almost back to her old self, aside from the sorrow the remained for losing her childhood sweetheart, but because of what happened to him she finally understood what she wanted and could do with her life. She decided she'd become a doctor, the very thing she disliked so she could help people, save people from death and maybe stop someone from losing their loved one. This dream may be impossible, death was natural, but she aimed to try her best.
So she began attending classes for it, reading and researching was what she spent most of her time on. It was helping her cope with the loss of Jeon. She was finding a purpose in her life and with her friends and family she was coping and adapting with her disorder which she had begun taking occasion pills so that the lows wouldn't have her attempting to commit suicide again.
Zor was about six months seventeen when she lost someone else in her life. Destiny, her adoptive mother was found killed, no, murdered by a knife to the stomach, Destiny had always been a great mother, sweet, kind and understanding but unafraid to be strict when she needed to be. She loved her job, wanting passionate about the law and influenced Zor's liking of the Council. She opened their house to Zor's friends and always seemed to be trying to fatten them all up when they came over. She was an easy woman to get along with a lot of childlike traits. Zor was horrified to learn that someone murdered her, unable to even believe it.
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With the help of the pills she didn't fall into a dark depression like before but she was filled with sorrow and took a break from her studies to handle with the loss and actually be there for her friends and especially for her family. It was a rough few months, espeically when they found out that it was the Resistance that had killed her. This developed the urge to join the Council's side along with her friends.
So after the mourning period was done and she was ready to continue her studies Zor immediately got to work. She researched and studied hard and attended all the classes, online and off to develop all the skills and knowledge she needed to become a doctor. There was unfortunately an incident that occurred during one of those classes. She'd stayed behind after class was done to further ask questions to the professor. However, the eighteen year old girl found herself locked in the room and her professor then proceeded to molest her. She was so, shocked and horrified, not to mention terrified. In self-defense, with the push of her lashing bipolar disorder which caused her emotions to spike to extremes in that situation. She grabbed the pencil she had in her hair and stabbed the man exactly 47 times with said pencil, stabbed until the man fell and didn't move again.
Zor was shaky, staring at the dead man and she snapped to focus. She got rid of everything that would tie her to this murder, cleaned the body and see him at the desk. She made it appear that someone had snapped his neck from behind and drained his blood. Once she did that, she rid any trace of her fingerprints or anything else that could be tied to her and left to get an alibi. She was all too aware of everything that needed to be done, since her father was a cop and mother had been a cop.
She went to Mysie, told her what happened even the things that occurred when she had been kidnapped. It all seemed to just finally spill out after holding it in for so long and then she finally crumbled, acknowledging what she'd done and sobbed. She couldn't believe she'd actually killed someone, it only brought back memories of when she was kidnapped that she'd tucked away. It took a while for Mysie to calm her but eventually Zor acknowledged the fact she would have been raped if she had not done this. It did not make it better though and Zor isolated herself off from everyone except her friends and family. She only finally returned to the world when she'd finished her education and was determined to get a job for the Council.
It was then, working as a doctor for the Council as well as at the public hospital, she, along with the group met up at the place they'd all pitched in to get and now live at, where Gray proceeded to inform them of the real situation surrounding Zor's mother the truth Gray found out with who actually killed her and why.
Zor was horrified, shocked and mainly enraged. If it wasn't for her friends holding her back, she probably would have done worse than stabbing someone with a pencil. After Zor had cooled down, she and much like everyone else decided that the Council was shit, though most of their reasons weren't souly because of what they did to Destiny but it was agreed upon that they'd mainly be in allegiance with each other instead of the opposing sides. Zoraida quit her job that was based close to the Council, kept her job at the hosiptal but soon applied to work part time at the Medical Centre that was for the Resistance though Zor frankly didn't believe in their cause but she disliked the Council so helping them would go against the council plus she'd be saving people's lives which is why she decided to become a doctor in the first place.
It wasn't soon after getting that job that she begun to venture around the outskirts and slums, tending to injuried or sick people for free and often partaking in soup kitchen events and sometimes handing out food she'd brought if she had the time and money.
|¤《Current》¤|
At twenty years old, Zor is still working for the hospital and the medical centre as well as still visiting the slum and outskirts. The rest of her free time is spent hanging out with her group of friends or her little brother, occasionally her father as well. She's suspecting that something is going on with Gray and Mysie but she doesn't say anything out of respect and trust for the two. If she's not working, helping people or spending time with those she cares for then she's reading or doing some art, a passion she shares with Pyper. Zor still wears the necklace that Mysie had given her as a child but she'd added the charm that all her group of friends have, a puzzle piece that connects to the rest of her friends' necklace puzzle charm as well, Jeon's charm joined the other two on the chain. Jeon bad given it to her just before he passed away.
Zor has a lot of time to do all of this unfortunately, due to all the things she'd expereinced as a child in addition to the loss of her mother and Jeon, she is unable to find sleep most nights, suffering insomnia and when sbe isn't, her sleep is filled with nightmares that affect her heavily. She doesn't let this effect her on the outside too much, not wanting her friends to worry. She is obsessed with candies though, specifcally skittles, ever since Jeom introduced them to her she's craved them, a craving that onlu enlargened with his death. It's rare to ever see her without some skittles or suckers.
Zor is also assisting in the contemplation of their group name, something that none of them have decided on as of yet, along with contemplating if she should get a pet, taking in everyone's opinion of course since they all share the place. She's happy though, glad she had her friends and family but still mourns for her losses.
"They took me, they used me for their own gain. I owe my life to my parents, to my little brother, all of them for saving me from them and from myself."
"I've lost and I've lived. But no one really knows and no one really cares."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Milo Severin Wynn
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Sev Milton
Aɢᴇ﹕ 19
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ June 25
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 8:17
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Masculine
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Androromantic androsexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Neutral, leaning toward the City Council
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Nurse
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Doodling, reading, watching documentaries, learning, hanging out at the library, cooking, listening to music
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Milo has red-blonde hair that is always messy and the dictionary definition of messy. It could almost be called golden. His is the reddest hair of all his siblings. He has that adorable, nerdy look to him, and he has the shyness to go with it. He shares his sister's eyes, green and soulful -- they were first the eyes of their father before the triplets inherited them. Milo has always been short ever since he was little, and he's never had the boisterous personality to make up for it. He's always had a shy, nerdy air to him. He tends to wear sweaters, and when his sleeves are pushed up, lines of poetry can be seen written on his arms.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'10"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Thomas Brodie-Sangster"So what if you feel the need to call me a bleeding heart? I'll take it as a compliment."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Milo is a genuine person, genuine and decent. The type of person there really aren't enough of in the city. He's not a fanatic of anything. He's only leaning toward the city council because it's the established institution and there doesn't need to be a bloodbath in order for it to gain power. He's not terribly ambitious, but he's not a slacker either. He just wants to help people to be okay. Having watched Tara die slowly, he wants more than anything to spare everyone else that terrible pain. He's often called sweet or, less favorably, a bleeding heart. These he'll take as compliments. He's never been as optimistic as Rosie and sort of sees all the negatives of the world. But he's resolved to make it better through helping others. He is a pacifist and abhors violence even if it's to protect himself.
Despite his friendliness and how much the people he helps adore him, he's actually rather painfully shy. He barely even looks at people more than is actually necessary. This results in his looking off into the distance or appearing skittish. He is reserved and talks little unless drawn out of his shell by ongoing (with the other person doing more of the talking) conversation. He's always been short, but one thing he's never had is that thing called a Napoleon Complex. It simply isn't him. He's quiet enough that he often goes unnoticed and blends into the background, but not quite as much as Tara. This, he suspects, is just because he was the one boy and not because he has ever been any less reserved. It's one of the reasons he's always been more akin to Tara than Rosie.
He is often described as "depressed." Despite his sweetness, he can often be rather somber in his demeanor. And yeah, he is often sad -- what could one expect? Both his sister and boyfriend died. It would be more concerning if he were happy. Their deaths weigh on his mind and are a large part of his inspiration for becoming a nurse. He wants the world better than it was when they both passed on. He wants to do his part, so he is a nurse. He'd ultimately like to be a doctor, but he lacks the self-confidence to be that in charge of other people's health. He's happy enough, satisfied, exactly where he is.
His shyness and reserved nature are not all-defining, however. He adores metal and rock music (something a lot of people find to be surprising). He finds the emotions and sound to be comforting. He could lose himself in the music. He finds everything to be a little easier to deal with when he listens to it. One of his favorite bands is Storm the Darkness, whose members are all years younger than he is. He doesn't visit the concerts, but he is a major fanboy."I lost my sister to disease and my boyfriend to the conflict. Yeah, I know what you're going through."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Milo's family was always happy before he and his two sisters were born. Brett and Lee adored one another and had married for the sake of love -- not convenience, not a shot-gun wedding, not anything else but simple, complex love. Despite being from the Heart of the City, they were for the resistance. They weren't fanatics, just a couple of people who supported the cause because they believed the government to be a corrupt institution that must be deposed.
They held true to John Locke's treatise, "For all Power given with trust for the attaining an end, being limited by that end, whenever that end is manifestly neglected, or opposed, the trust must necessarily be forfeited, and the Power devolve into the hands of those that gave it, who may place it anew where they shall think best for their safety and security." But they weren't violent, not unnecessarily at least, and that was something Milo would always admire about his parents even once their love turned to neglect.
His childhood was as happy as his parents were at the beginning of it all. Sure, Rosie got all of the attention his parents could give. But Milo never minded really, and neither did Tara. Neither of them needed the attention the way Rosie did. She thrived on it. Milo, on the other hand, was lost in his own world long, long before school ever even started. He always had some fantasy world or idea that he liked at any time. His family could bring out a hidden conversational side in him, but when outside the home, he, like Tara, was deathly quiet.
School started, and it could not pull him out of his shell any more than various family outings could. He was regarded as odd, just a bit too serious for his age. Some of the people found him creepy or scary even as a result. They generally left him alone because of this. This only made him more self-reliant, more withdrawn into himself. He didn't really notice people's avoidance of him. He was alone and he liked it that way. Or, at least he did until Sami.
Sami was a nerd, but he was still somehow popular. And he took an interest in Milo's differences as opposed to leaving him alone because of them. Milo was intimidated by him at first and usually just stared awkwardly at him when he tried to hold a conversation. But Sami was persistent as all-get-out. By the time Milo was eleven, Sami and Milo could actually have a half-decent length conversation. Sami was the only friend Milo really had outside the family. Tara still didn't have any, but there was nothing that anyone could really do to change that. And Milo knew that it would be a terrible idea to push too hard.
When Milo was thirteen, Sami, fidgeting nervously, asked him out on a date. Milo was blushing furiously when he nodded. Sami was his only friend and really the only person he'd noticed. Sure, passingly he'd noticed the physical beauty of others, but Sami was the only one he'd be comfortable hanging out with in a romantic manner. The went to dinner at the Light Moon's, which both families could easily afford. Love stemmed easily from their friendship, like instinct almost. Milo was sure he had true love, the type that only came once in a lifetime.
Just a year later, tragedy struck Milo's family. One of his sisters, Tara, was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Milo never realized how much attention he got until it was gone. He actually learned he preferred the smaller amount of attention. He knew Rosie understood, but he knew it weighed more heavily on her than it ever did on him. Milo did struggle with his emotions for a while as a result of what his sister was going through. It was hard to see his sister slowly dying and be unable to help her.
The most terrifying part was that her mind was slipping. Tara became more and more prone to hysterics as her body became weaker. Milo spent a lot of time with Sami. Sami was always there for him, sitting quietly with him when he needed comfort. Milo needed the comfort Sami could provide. Sami always jokingly said they should go off and elope even if they were a little too young. With all the stress going on, it was never acknowledged as a serious possibility.
Then one day Tara and Rosie got into a fight. It was the consequence of a careless comment from Rosie and a serious misinterpretation from Tara. It was a disaster and just showed how unwell everything had become, how Tara's sickness had become the entire family's. Milo followed Rosie as she stormed out, admonishing her that Tara needed the attention she was getting now even if it was at Rosie's expense. Milo implied it was at his expense as well even if it was not.
By the time Rosie and Milo headed back inside the flat, their sister was dead. Neither of Milo or Rosie's parents were around -- their father had emptied half the liquor cabinet and passed out on the floor as a result, and their mother was locked in her room. Milo looked between the door, the bibber, and the corpse. He swallowed thickly and then looked at his living sister and just couldn't. He fled the room, hiding up in his own room. He could hear his sister sobbing through the walls. Hot tears ran down his own cheeks.
It was impulsive, but without letting anyone know, he slipped out onto the fire escape. He sneaked off to Sami's because he knew Sami would be able to comfort him. Sami always was, and right now, Sami was probably the only person Milo could deal with being around. He made a show of going to his family's house every night, but sneaking over to his boyfriend's became a nightly thing. Milo talked very little to anyone other than Sami. To his own family, he was now mute. To Sami's family, he was just taciturn, speaking but rarely doing so. Only about two months passed before he actually moved in with Sami. Milo ignored any invitations to reunite properly with his family.
Sami and Milo decided to marry as soon as they were both sixteen. Sure, they could have done it sooner, but it generally looked better to do it as adults. Of course, it also looked better not to elope and get married at The Soul and the Dragon, but really, who was actually counting? Milo was very happy to be married to his childhood sweetheart, his one and only. It was the best feeling like he was high and grounded all at once. There was nothing he would have traded it for.
And for a year, it all went well. Really. But then Sami started getting involved in the resistance. Because they were married and really Milo would have done anything for Sami, Milo supported his decision and got a little involved also. Only six months later, Sami was found dead. All evidence showed that he'd gotten in the middle of a fight between the resistance and the city council. Milo blamed the resistance for what happened. He was not itching to join the city council, so he faded into neutrality, preferring instead to watch and heal people. Sami wanted to make a difference, wanted Milo to make a difference.
And so Milo would. Peacefully.
The right way.
And thus, Milo has been working as a nurse at the hospital for the last couple years, helping in what ways he is able while struggling to cope with his own personal losses.
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>>Brett Wynn; father; alive
>>Lee Wynn; mother; alive
>>Rosie Wynn; sister; 19; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Tara Wynn; sister; would have been 19; died a couple years back; (view spoiler)
"This world is in so much pain. You told me to take action to fix it, and I want to. Why is everyone shocked when I do it the right way?"
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Sasha has a: tired and just rolled out of bed look to him. Most days his hair is unruly due to his inability to fix it just the way he likes it. Of course, though, if one were to ask him he'd brush it aside and say there simply aren't enough hours in the day to take care of it. This goes along with his clothes as well. With no particular style people often can find him in simple garb. Occasionally he'll throw on a suit, but that's only for special affairs. Quite a heartthrob back in the day it is clear he has let himself go. While he still has a naturally handsome face with some striking features he rarely takes the time to notice them himself anymore.
⤞ Sasha has been built with this hero complex. He always tries to rescue people, whether it be mentally or physically. Being a general surgeon it's fair to say that it is often the later of the two. Not to say he doesn't care about people- he does. Of course he does. Nevertheless he can't just leave a helpless person on the streets. While he may show a particular alliance towards the resistance this doesn't mess with his work. Anyone and everyone can seek help from him no matter what side they may show interest for. Sasha's not even known to turn away well known killers. He tells the people around him it is all part of being a doctor, and in most cases they can't seem to understand it. Nevertheless his morals always drive him and he can never bear to see someone in pain for too long. Along with this he always seems to have this need to find the good in others. In most cases he does, or at least he tells himself he does. A bit of a delusionist he also suffers from visions of his wife who recently passed away. This seems to conflict with his work. Such a tragedy can also be blamed for his sudden alcoholism. Sasha has lost himself. Instead of being kind, caring, and gentle he's become a little more self-inclined, violent and destructive. He can barely stand to look in the mirror anymore, never mind having people around him. For this reason he has begun to push people away ever so slowly.⤞Sasha always had a life that was better than most people's. His dad was a worker for the council, working well within their ranks as a doctor and medical engineer. Of course the extents of his work are not all that known to Sasha or others. Growing up he developed this need to be like his father, to help others. His mother seemed to have an objection to the same future as his father, but he ignored her constant reprimands and stern no's. Instead he pursued the best education he could in this crumbling world and began to find himself. For a while his education was all he really seemed to focus on, or care about for that matter. That was until Beth. (It is always the girl, isn't it?). She was lost... so unlike him at the time. While she was pursuing the same career as him she didn't seem to have that internal drive or that need to help people. Instead she was the one in need of help, and he was the only one who could see it. Due to this he stuck close to her, even when she dropped out only after a few months of medical school. He kept in touch even at times when he felt she wanted anyone but him to be around. His persistent need to help her is probably what brought them closer and closer together. Sasha being a dumb fool didn't realize he had feelings for her until she kissed him in a hurried manner one night. After that they fell into a sweep of romance. He gradually forgot she was suffering from something. Instead he only basked in their happy moments.αηɗ уσυ've ѕєєn тнє мσηѕтєя тнαт уσυ've тяιєɗ тσ нιɗє αƖƖ αƖσηg
Almost as soon as Sasha finished medical school they both found a nice house at the edge of the city. Spending longer hours together he began to see that same sadness that had drawn him towards her at the very beginning. The bouts of depression though where short-lived, although they happened often, and he chose to ignore them. They were happy. Not too long later Beth became pregnant- the greatest news of all. The miscarriage was a devastation for the both of them. Sasha began to spend less time at work and more hours at home. Their years went by quite normally as they lived in the fray of existence. Most days they were happy, or at least on the brink of happy. Still what Beth did... how she died. It still hasn't set in with him completely. After her death he sort of slipped out of society. Quit his job, dropped the few friends he'd made and became an entire recluse. He still helps people medically and in any way possible, but for lack of better words he's become a bit of a hermit. He doesn't want to face the things he's done after his wife's death and he would much prefer to pretend nothing ever happened by drinking himself to oblivion.
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Lorenzo doesn't have the best track record when it comes to relationships. Not just romantic ones, but his ties with friends and family aren't all that strong either. That is to say if he had any of the above. Born a flirt he is nothing but when it comes to men and women. Needless to say he has a preference for males in his bed, but he's never known to be picky. Being playful is almost like a second language to him, and it's quite difficult for him to shut down his instincts. The only time he manages to do so successfully is probably when he's working. As a cop Lorenzo almost has this sort of Alpha male vibe. He likes to be in charge. He likes to get his way. And he most certainly enjoys getting under people's skin. Yet as a cop for the Council he still likes to think of himself as honorable. Someone who would take a bullet for someone else. Someone who would stop a horrible act from being committed. Nowadays that's easier said than done, especially when his fellow cops seem to get off on killing people- no better than the resistance he'd say. While Lorenzo may come off as a loud little attention whore he truly tries not to be. All he looks for his love and compassion from others. Being a rather sensual person he absolutely loves being in relationships, but he's known to drop them within short periods of time. Commitments never really been his thing. That and he doesn't want to share his past, or his current life with anyone.ǀ ɗσ єηנσу ωєαяιηg му gƖαѕѕєѕ.Lorenzo is quite the tall man. With a built chest and an overall toned body it is pretty difficult to miss him in a crowded room of people. Especially when he stands several inches above most people at a total height of 6'3". Looking at himself in the mirror Lorenzo would have to say his favorite feature on himself would be his eyes. A striking blue they are often known to catch people's attention as well. Often when he is angry, though, they go from their usual light and cheerful sky-color to a more, grey and stormy one. Yet with his general attitude towards life, it's a rarity for such an occurrence. When it comes to style Lorenzo sticks to the classic suit and tie. Pretty generic, but it seems to do the trick. As for his hair, it is either swooped back nicely or laying haphazardly in front of his face.
Ɗση'т тнєу мαкє мє Ɩσσк Ɩιкє qυιтє тнє ιηтєƖƖєcтυαƖ?face claim: David GandyLorenzo Sιɴclαιr- 26 - Ƈσρ - HσмσѕєxυαƖ - SιηgƖє -
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ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Lorenzo doesn't have a past to speak of, nor a past that he likes to acknowledge. In fact he'd rather have everyone believing he just came into existence magically. No parents. No siblings. No raging alcoholics always looking after him. The only thing that seems to hold him back in the past is his never ending night terrors and insomnia. Both things that keep him away from developing relationships with just about everyone. Instead he sticks to himself.
Truly his life began around the age of twenty. That's when he got his first one-bedroom apartment and began to work as a "cop" of sorts for the Council. He prides himself on often doing the right thing. Killing people for sport isn't exactly on his list of most fun things to do during the day. And instead of dwelling on activities the Council participates in Lorenzo has a tendency to throw himself into work, as well as into bed, with strangers. Currently he's just trying to piece himself together, though, before he gets into anything serious. Right now it's just him and Jade the only sweetheart in his life.ƤƖєαѕє, ɗση'т мαкє мє ρƖαу тнє вαɗ cσρ
"Don't look at me like that. I'm a courtesan of my own free will. Modesty? Useless. Sexy and regal? Did you really have to ask that? I obviously have no sense of shame."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Gwenaëlle Kesi Jackson
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Gwinn Jackson (she prefers this actually), Gwinny (only by family members)
Aɢᴇ﹕ 21
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ May 29
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 5:42
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Aromantic Pansexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Jaida, her sister
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Courtesan
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Making tea, poisoning people, sex, preparing cyanide, getting rid of the people after Jaida
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Gwinn has blue eyes made of ice. There is something dark hiding behind them, sinister and malicious. They are not kind by any stretch.there is passion in them, and it is this passion that makes them so alluring. Stunning and sexy, people call them. Gwinn has straight hair, which on any day can be anywhere from a mouse brown to black. It all depwnds on her mood. Gwinn is quick to smile, but her smiles are as frosty as her eyes, but no one sees it. They see a woman with a gorgeous, made-for-sex body. She's well built, lean but also muscular. She's curvy, wih well-formed breasts and hips. She likes showing off her body, but she prefers being classy about it. Sometimes she "looks the part" of "whore" but sometimes she looks like the epitome of class that the Heart of the City is meant to have.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'9"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Yuliya Snigir"Oh, the gun? That's just for show. I talked to my friend tea and we decided that it was time for you to go. You pissed the wrong girl off."
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Gwinn is as messed up as both her siblings. She has problems. But she'd deny that. She'd call herself normal. The first thing about her is her complete and utter faith in her adopted sister, Jaida Janus Jackson. She believes anything and everything Jaida says without question. Even if she's confronted with evidence that Jaida's wrong, she'll insist that Jaida is right because she is always right. She'd even insist that her brother's actually dead to his face because Jaida told Gwinn she drowned him.
Like her siblings, Gwinn kills people. She's not like they are, though. She's not a gentlewoman but she wouldn't say she's as hedonistic as Jaida either. She's like her siblings and adopted father but different, too. She tracks down people who are after Jaida, fucks them, and then leaves them wanting more. And then, next time they come over, she offers them tea. Unless someone is after Jaida, she rarely feels the need to kill. Usually she doesn't use her profession as a courtesan to kill. She gets a lot of money, gets to go to formal places she could not otherwise afford, and she gets paid for sex (which she might like just a little too much).
She is insane, though. Her obsession is her tea. She makes it and has so much of it made and in pots and cups all over her flat, cold and unused. She never drinks tea, but she loves making it. Every cup of tea she makes is poison. Every cup of tea she makes contains cyanide. She loves cyanide, too. But her cyanide tea she regards almost as a person, as her friend. If she kills someone, she never owns up to having done it. She always blames it on tea. She says her tea wanted to do it.
All of Gwinn's interest in people other than Jaida is feigned. At least, all nonsexual interest is feigned. She has a single-minded focus on making sure people can't track her sister much -- or at least making it very clear that tracking Miss Jackson is a frankly terrible idea. That being said, Gwinn definitely enjoys her job in the sexual sense and just enjoys sex in general. But it just isn't the most important part to her.
She has an obsessive sort of personality. Once an idea is in her head it stays there and stays there. And it stays. Tea is her main obsession. Her life is very wrapped around her tea to the point where yes, it is like a person to her. She is very single-minded about it. The only thing that could really compare is her feelings toward Jaida. She is very devoted to Jaida despite only seeing her every so often and hearing more about her murders than her life.
Normal, she may look it. Doesn't mean it's true."Everything's okay now. It will all be okay now. Take a deep breath and then stop breathing at all. It's all okay now."
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Her normal family was the one she would always like less. They'd lived on the border between the Middle City Slums and Heart of the City. It was a decent part of the city. They had a decent amount of money. They had two adults to look after them. It should have been lovely. They should have been comfortable. It was the same type of set-up that had allowed many residents half-way decent lives. If only Gwinn and her brother had been afforded that self-same luxury. But of course, they were not that lucky.
To start with, they had abusive parents. Gwinn would sometimes wonder what had compelled them to be that way, but no matter what way she put it, it was entirely illogical. Gwinn would be able to remember always hearing put-downs, being told she and her brother were nothing. She could remember also that it was when the adults were drinking that the trouble really began as it was then that the abuse got physical and the verbal abuse more intense. She was always aware of the fighting and abuse in the house despite her brother's attempts to spare her.
When Gwinn was around two years old, her father was enraged about something. Gwinn was too young to understand what, but she could hear the fury in his voice and in his posture. She'd cowered in a closet -- a futile gesture. He found her anyway and struck her. The ring on his finger created a gash along her forehead. The force of the blow had pushed her head into the wall of her closet. She still has a scar from the gash. As a little girl, she was sobbing for ages about it. How could she not be? She was lucky her father passed out from his drunkenness a moment or two later.
At some point in this time, her obsession with cyanide tea truly began. She could make tea quickly and could slip the cyanide in it easily. She never used it on her parents despite how often she told herself that it was just a self-defense mechanism. Just self-defense. Just necessary. In truth, she still let her parents beat on her, but it gave her an out. If she couldn't deal anymore, she didn't have to do it anymore. Anything they did she let them do. It was power. It was comfort. And it would take over her life. No one knew this about her, of course. She was a normal person who made cyanide tea, obviously.
Life was much the same for the first eight years of her life. And then came school. Had she been interested in school, she might have had it in her to succeed. But she'd never had an interest in anything other than making "friends." Friends she didn't give two shits about ever. But she liked it, liked how they would fawn over her. They often brought her home on a regular basis as if she were their best friends. She wasn't sure if they liked her or if it were pity. But she liked the attention they gave her. Positive attention.
Gwinn refused to learn anything that first year of school. It could be argued that her mind was just too focused on other things. That was probably true. But it was something to which she would never admit. After all, why should she be worried? She had her tea. Ot was not long before she was bringing her tea to school. Had she not made "friends", that might not have been an issue. But it became an issue when one of them, a little girl named Nasreen, took a couple of sips.
Gwinn was actually horrofied as the little girl asked her why her tea tasted so much of almonds. Nasreen gasped for breath on the floor. All Gwinn could do was watch it horror. For two hours after Nasreen died, Gwinn just stared at her corpse. That was when a teacher found her and forced her parents to come and get her. Her parents beat her and demanded that she know life was sacred. Gwinn just sobbed at their fists fell on her. Gwinn couldn't deal with the abuse, deal with the knowledge she had killed someone when only eight. She insisted her tea had decided to kill Nasreen and that it wasn't her.
Her parents took her tea away from her after that because they were probably worried their daughter would use it on them. Gwinn was suddenly without her out. But this was when her obsession with her tea grew despite the fact she was no longer permitted to have it. She would wander around the flat asking her tea to come out and play with her. Much of her obsession was simply because if the tea wasn’t the murderer, wasn't helping her, she would have to deal with her guilt and her need for her parents to be gone. As long as she had her tea, as long as her tea was sentient, as long as her tea was just "hiding from her" and not gone, she didn't have to feel any of this. She was just normal.
Less than a year later, salvation came in the form of a serial killer. He had killed her parents before he noticed she and her brother were watching. She should have been horrified, but in truth, she was grateful. He took her and her brother home to where he and his daughter, Jaida Janus Jackson, lived in the Outskirts.
The next few years that followed were the happiest Gwinn could ever remember being. Gwinn adored her new elder sister and new father. Really, it was like being in paradise. She was even allowed to have her tea back. It wasn't an out now. It was a person, her friend. She always had to have a pot of tea around or otherwise "Tea would feel left out." And the alarming part, though none of her new family were alarmed, was that she believed this. It was happy. Gwinn was quickly aware of the murders committed or the willingness to commit murders that was there.
In these first few years with Isaac and Jaida, Gwinn bonded to Jaida. Because Jaida was around her age and in the better environment, the daughter of "the savior", Gwinn treated her almost as divine. She basically worshipped the older girl. She would believe anything Jaida said no matter how obviously false it was. Jaida never really abused this power. Indeed, the first time it ever became an issue properly was when Gwinn was twelve-years-old. Jaida didn't mean to do it, but she did. It was late at night, and Jaida told Gwinn her brother was dead and that Jaida herself had done it. Because of the light in which Gwinn regarded Jaida, she never blamed her sister for it even once. It was meant to happen because Jaida did it.
Things were pretty okay, really, for the next few years until she was fifteen. That was when the police got to her adopted father, Isaac. The death was a publicized event -- he was made an example of in the streets of the Slums. Gwinn turned off the television to avoid having to watch. But it was right after that as her sister seemed to be going through an existential crisis that she was left alone in the house. Jaida said it was for the best, so Gwinn instantly believed it. That didn't keep her from hating it. She did not like being separated from Jaida.
Therefore, at age fifteen, she started marketing herself as a high-class courtesan. It wasn't the least dangerous or most dangerous of professions. She chose her clients, not the other way around. She had money, so it wasn't like she needed the work anyway. What she wanted was to be able to use her position in order to find out information about people after her sister. She wasn't planning on feeding the information to Jaida, no matter how much the elder sister probably would have preferred it.
Instead, Gwinn told her tea. Because really, that was why she had the tea in the first place, wasn't it? Using it to end a bad situation? She never blamed herself for these deaths. After all, it was the tea killing them, not her, right? And even if she could admit to doing it herself, no part of her would ever regret helping Jaida. Never would she regret it. And she would not be upset about using her body to do it either. It would have been a bit of an understatement to say Gwinn enjoyed her work.
There was only one time it didn't work well, and it wasn't something that happened early on. It was a recent thing, something that happened after basically six years of experience. She had decided to go with a man named Nazrik because he claimed to have knowledge on the affairs of the criminal underworld and the police. Gwinn thought it would be a good idea to go with him because he could tell her exactly who was after Jaida. It was Gwinn Jackson's poison apple. The man was violent and dominant in a terrifying way that Gwinn just wasn't cool with.
Battered and bruised and so utterly pissed afterward, Gwinn refused to tell anyone -- especially refused to tell Jaida even though she would have gotten rid of the man so quickly. Panicked, Gwinn told everything to her tea. Her tea asked her to pour it onto a cloth. After Nazrik was leaving some other poor whore's room, Gwinn and her tea decided to act. Gwinn slipped the cloth around Nazrik's mouth and held it there until he went unconscious. She would not realize she didn't hold it there long enough, that the "poor whore" was able to get Nazrik to the hospital and save him.
Of course, she didn't commit any of her murders. Obviously, it was just her tea. And obviously everything Jaida said was true.
And of course, that was why a couple months ago, she was at a bar for really the first time ever and saw the face of her elder brother. After a while, they talked, but Gwinn literally could not believe he was alive. She kept insisting that he was dead despite his being right there in front of her and clearly alive. She kept repeating that because Jaida said he was dead he was dead because Jaida was never wrong. Despite the clear evidence in front of her, it was impossible in her mind for him to be alive.
But if Jaida were to admit she were wrong, then what?
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕>>Isaac Jackson; adopted father; dead for 6 years
>>Jaida Janus Jackson; adopted sister; 24; alive
>>Kellen Cyrus Jackson; brother; 25; alive (supposedly dead)
"Look. I think we already know who I am. Now watch me."
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"There is a certain sense of freedom, of superiority, and of being in full control of yourself that makes dancing so much of my life."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Florence Evelyn-Joyce Kenneth
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Miss. Evie
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Flo, Lyn, Joy.
│ Aɢᴇ │ 20
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ April 13th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 1:30pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Hospital
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
N/A (hates vehicles)
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Diane Janet Kenneth
Relation » Mother |◦ 46 (died) » ◦| Status » Deceased
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Name William Steven Kenneth
Relation » Father |◦ 43 (died) » ◦| Status » Deceased
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│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Cynthia Dennis Kenneth
Relation » Older Sister |◦ 22 (died) » ◦| Status Deceased
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Name Timothy Karen Kenneth
Relation » Younger Brother |◦ 16 » ◦| Status » Alive
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│ Dᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ │
Name Pamela Sandra-Carolyn Kenneth
Relation » Daughter |◦ 3 » ◦| Status » Alive
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"I'll do everything for you baby girl, I swear to you, you won't ever go through the pain I've been through, I promise."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Grey blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, flawless skin.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall(above average) slender, hourglass figure.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │Lindsay Perry
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
"Faster.... Faster.... Faster..."
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│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Apathetic
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Dance Teacher at a Dance Studio.
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Dancing, looking after her daughter. Spending time with her family.
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │Alexithymia, PTSD(-insomnia)
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Murder/Manslaughter
"I have and will continue to do leaps and bounds to do everything I can for my daughter. There is no limit when it comes to her protection and happiness."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Florence is definitely quite the character. First thing first. She is a woman that is not to be crossed. Flo is a tough and strong woman despite everything that has happened to her. She is rarely ever afraid of anything which makes her dangerous in most ways, though she does view her boss cautiously, she's really the only one that puts Flo to an edge that could be called fear if not for the respect she has for her boss. She is never one to shy away when things get tough and is always blunt, stating things even if it hurts but this doesn't mean she's incapable of telling lies. Something that she will do and is quite good at being deceitful but does not practice it often since she likes allowing the brutal truth to lash out at people better. Maybe she's cruel, maybe she just wants people to acknowledge the fact that life isn't a fairy tale and that only people who have some ounce of strength, physical or not can only survive.
She is filled with attitude, upon interacting with her you shouldn't be surprised if she gives you a bunch of sass or sarcastic comments. She's insightful, intelligent but has more street smarts than book or school smarts, excluding anything to do with dance.
Flo is extremely independent, rarely liking to lean or become dependent on others. The only two people in her life that she be classified as being dependent on is her daughter and her younger brother. Unfortunately, the main reason Florence isn't really dependent on people is because she generally lacks the ability to recognize and analyze emotions and feelings. She experiences them sure, but she isn't able to acknowledge them, understand them or see what other people are feeling. She understands her daughter's needs and wants for the most part but finds it difficult to decipher her daughter's own feelings though she tries. She has recently gotten better at pinpointing some emotions occasionally but it's why she can be known as being cruel.
Additionally, Flo generally despises being told what to do, being independent with an attitude filled personality makes her occasionally rebellious, not to mention stubborn and thick headed. So authority never truly agrees with her, in the slightest, she is more likely to shoot a cop than to put her hands above her head and she frankly finds guns a foolish device that men have created to be a silly toy (she has much more respect for bladed weapons). With this being said, Florence is a rather violent person, tending to rash out physically more than verbally. She wants people to wear their shame, their humiliation rather than just feeling it and hiding it.
Despite not being able to fully understand emotions and feelings, she is aware that she loves her daughter along with liking the art of ballet specifically but she loves to dance using any style. It's her passion, since she is a passionate and incredible direct, usually can be in your face sort of person. This doesn't mean she isn't gentle, considerate and caring, though those are usually only towards children, specifically the children that attend the dance school (and sometimes towards the other people that take classes).
Florence is still a very stubborn, resilient and determined woman, she only sees things in her way and is usually hard to sway. She'll do things her way or no way at all and tends to make people follow her ‘directions’ if she has to work with others. Despite that she is an open minded person and doesn't tend to make big deal out of things.
The only thing that will gain an immediate response from Florence is when someone threatens or hurts Pamela in any way, bringing a highly violent and hostile reaction from her. It's almost mindless when this occurs that she tends to seriously injure or kill whoever dares to do this.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Ballet
☻ Brother/Daughter
☻ Walking
☻ Food
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Working
☹ Parents/Sister
☹ Most people
☹ Lying(though often does it)
☹ Alcohol/drugs
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Her Fighting Technique
✮ Lying
✮ Protective Instincts
✮ Intelligence
✮Adapting
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Daughter
☆ Easy to rile
☆ Hallucinations (occasionally)
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing her baby girl
✗ Being raped again
"One step at a time, you have to take one step at a time to live life how you want to. Shit happens, you have to deal and decide if that shit has enough control over you to change you."
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[|}~Birth~{|]
Diane fell in love with the ‘bad boy’ in school. She'd been in love with the same man since she was 10. She never seen the horrors of the world, naive rich girl who thought she knew it all so it wasn't a shock that once William began giving her attention she fell for it and followed him like a love sick puppy, ignorantly ditching her friends and soon she was fighting with her parents once they began to officially date. Her parents hated him, viewed him as a good for nothing gold digger. Unfortunately, William was and worse. He only decided to go out with her because he was aware she was obsessed with him, rich and he had needs.
Diane had just finished school, seventeen and just began living with him when he made said needs known. This was the first time he showed his sadistic side and at first she played along because she loved him but she knew it was wrong.
She started acknowledging that this wasn't right and was attempting to free herself from the relationship despite loving him and as time went on William was about to freely let her go, tired with her sitting on her ass doing nothing as he worked for their place knowing her money won't last forever. That's when she first found out that she was pregnant. She was twenty three at the time and she of course told William and said they had to stay together and get married since they hadn't done that. They got married, her parents came around and began giving her money once more.
It stayed like that till she had Cynthia and they did the math and figured out they only got married because of the baby. Diane was disowned and she was left with the man she thought she loved.
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Cynthia was born and William adored the child, at first. But kids meant money and money meant working. Eventually William was working hard while Diane looked after the child and that's when the drinking began. William was stressed and found comfort in drinking it away. Previous to the drinking, the ‘sexual abuse’ Diane experience was only during sex but as it turns out, William was a hostile, abusive drunk and when Cynthia was two, he began abusing Diane and Cynthia.
They both didn't realize that Diane was pregnant again until weeks later. Diane almost lost Flo due to the beating she received but it seemed luck was on their side.
[|}~ChildHood~{|]
Florence was raised in that environment. Her mother, a perfect obedient housewife, who endured the abuse her husband gave her. Her father working a lot of the time and the time he was home he was drunk and angry, always so angry. Florence was nine months old when her father first slapped her for crying.
By the time she was two, she had experienced the pain of being beaten bloody. Additionally, they had moved from their flat in the heart that Diane’s money had paid for but it depleted enough that the family had to move to the slums. Diane tried her hardest to protect her children from the man she loves but found herself silently crying at night.
It was bad but it could be worse. Florence learned at a young age that you couldn't trust anyone and you can truly, only be dependent on yourself. She was a close off kid, hiding whenever her dad was home and silently read when he wasn't since Diane had taught her to read and right at age three.
When Flo was four, Timothy was born, much to their father's anger and frustration. Unlike everyone else, even her bitchy sister that seemed to hate her guts, Florence was so excited about having a little sibling. She felt horrible that he had to endure their family though. Florence had taken to looking after him, besides the initial feeding until he could be fed other things.
With that off Diane’s chest she could focus on chores and keeping William from beating the kids though she wasn't always successful. Florence on the other hand, developed a motherly and protective instinct for Timothy. So whenever William would attempt to go at Timothy, Florence was there to stop him, distract him enough to usually beat her and forget about Timothy. Unfortunately, at five years old she already knew that she couldn't understand people and their emotions. Her parents were a big cause of this.
Cynthia around this time was going to school and that's when the drinking and doing drugs from older influences at school, it was the slums so it wasn't shocking. So she was rarely ever home anymore meaning Florence and Diane got beat up a lot.
At age six, Florence began doing odd jobs whenever her father was working to get more money to support them and mainly kept it in secret, hoping to use it as a secret stash while half of it went to supporting them, paying bills and used to buy food that they needed.
Florence had it rough, but she endured it since only the strong survived but she developed a fear but also a hatred towards her father and sister and a resentment towards her mother but she didn't completely understood these feelings only subconsciously reacted due to them. She was basically a mother to Timothy and the bond they shared was especially close and strong and fortunately Timothy didn't endure any abuse until Florence had to go to school and was unable to protect him during school hours but it was rare that William was home so he wasn't beat up much but every time Flo had to tend to him, her rage only grew but she was unable to do anything about it.
[|}~Dancing~{|]
Between looking after Timothy and protecting him from William, tending to his and her wounds, attending school when she was able to and fulfilling her jobs, she didn't have much free time. Until one day, she passed by a recently opened Dance Studio and out of sudden curiosity she snuck in and watched the people dance. Florence was awestruck and realized right then and there that she wanted to learn how to dance like that. She was eight at this time, about to turn nine.
It became a habit, stopping by after school, sometimes after jobs and worked on homework as she watched them dance. Eventually she befriended the owners of the studio, though she didn't trust them in the slightest but eventually she grew soft and that allowed her to have Timothy there instead of at home at the mercy of their father. The owners there looked after him while she was busy and they were able to spend time together without fear.
It wasn't long after her ninth birthday that Florence had raised enough money for herself to attend classes. The one owner that she was ‘closer' with, Saisha Stone, was horrified when she realised that Flo was paying for herself to attend classes which was something Saisha would have allowed her to do for free if she'd known. Florence being the stubborn person she is, refused the offer. She knew nothing was ever free and that you had to work for what you wanted and even that was sometimes not enough.
So soon, she was learning how to dance, though she favored the style of ballet but she liked learning them all and she loved it almost more than she loved Timothy, though of course she was ignorant to this. Fortunately Timothy was content on watching and sometimes attended some classes for the younger ones but that wasn't often, he usually just worked on reading and writing, something that Florence was teaching him how to do.
[|}~School~{|]
Due to all these circumstances that life has thrown at her, Florence grew up quickly, lacking an actual childhood and replaced by a more adulthood than anything.
She struggled through school since she didn't get much sleep and tended to skip school due to injuries that wouldn't allow her to even move. After school she had jobs to get money for them in addition to the dance classes so she could perfect dancing, her passion, and looking after Timothy.
Despite this struggled she worked hard and maintained an A-90 average. She wasn't any advanced student with an incredible brain and was ahead of her peers. She did what she could and hated school. She rather have spent the time dancing and hanging out with her little bro. She also disliked and had no respect for her older sister who basically left them to their father's cruelty and instead spent all of her time drinking, doing drugs and partying. She was a fucked up person and was barely passing through school. It wasn't until Florence was fourteen when Cynthia picked her act up a bit and began working but still drunk which strange enough developed a connection with her father.
William still was a horrible bastard that drunk a lot but seeing as it was affecting his work he cut down a bit so he could still work so they could survive and he could buy more alcohol.
One the side, Timothy grew older and viewed Florence more of his mother than his actual mother, and viewed the people at the studio (the regulars) more of his family than his actual family was. Florence was frankly just glad he had some joy in his life and soon was working to simply support him. She knew her mother wasn't bad but she wasn't too good either, especially since she did nothing to free them from their abusive father.
It wasn't too long into school she realized that living in this shitty neighborhood and walking everywhere, especially at night was extremely dangerous and she couldn't press her luck. What if something happened when Timothy was with her and she was unable to protect him? With this realization, another thing was piled onto her workload. She began teaching herself self-defense, learning some techniques from Saisha, the other owner Kafele, Cherry Stone, Saisha’s daughter that often stopped by as well as Bladen Stone, though that was more rare. She found that she frankly lacked ability and well strength to properly protect herself with normal techniques so she began developing her own using the art of dance. She spent a lot of time perfecting this and so knew she would most likely defeat any foe that came across her.
She had this tested, though not on purpose, being followed or bullied wasn't something that she was unfamiliar with but she was a stubborn and cruel person that not many dared cross her. She could be brutal if pushed. So in some occasions after perfecting her new fighting style, she tested it out on the people who tried to get at her and the results were positive. Each one who dared cross her ended up unconscious since she hadn't aimed to kill.
[|}~Rape~{|]
Unfortunately, during her last year of school, at age 16. She'd been working harder than usually and hadn't slept in two days, working on a big assignment, working and practicing ballet. She was exhausted, to the point that she was basically sleeping on her feet. She was basically a zombie at that point.
She'd finally finished and handed the assignment in, finished her recent job shift which happened to end around midnight. She was exhausted, walking down a street in a horrible neighborhood, dead on her feet and lacking any energy.
So the fact that someone was able to sneak up on her, restrain her and proceeded to rape her with little resistance despite the brief adrenaline rush wasn't a shock since she was unable to properly function let alone defend herself. She will never forget the faint and dark appearance of the man that raped her that night, the main thing that stood out was the man's long red hair that she wanted to tear off his head. She didn't cry as she lost the last of her innocence, just waited and prayed he wouldn't kill her after and ended up passing out from the pain and exhaustion in that alley way.
She woke up the next day, sore, dried blood clinging to her as well as the man's semen. Disgusted she got up and headed home to wash up, knowing and thankful that only her mother would be home since she was easy to avoid.
Florence cleaned herself up, quickly ate something after she changed her clothes and headed off to school, not caring if she was already late. She continued to pretend that the rape never happened, ignored the pain. She has endured worse and she wasn't going to let it affect her, she had someone she needed to look after.
[|}~MotherHood~{|]
It wasn't until a bit after a month when she realized that she was pregnant, impregnated by the man who'd raped her. By this time Florence had finished school and was well on her way of moving out and was planning to take Timothy with her when she found out. She wasn't sure what to do, she had little money that she was planning to use to get a place for her and Timothy but having a baby changed everything since they required specific things that she wouldn't be able to pay for normally. So keeping this revelation from her parents and elder sister, she told Timothy and asked his opinion on what she should do. The fact that she'd leave him there alone with that monster was the thing holding her back and he was well aware of that. So he told her to go and to not worry about him for the time being, to focus on getting money and supporting her child. Florence hesitated but agreed and did just that.
She soon moved out and was living on her own, pregnant. She knew her father would go nuts and probably beat the child out of her if he found out so she didn't return or visit home during the duration of her pregnancy. She had to stop attending dance classes but continued to work since she needed the money.
"You can call me Caleb, or you can call me Cobra. Hell, call me sexy if you'd like. Just don't call me."
He has short, black hair with blond streaks here and there, ones that look almost white in the right lighting. He has very deep, blue-green eyes that sometimes look midnight black, especially when he puts on eyeliner. He's about 5'11 and lean and fit, not too built, not scrawny by any means. He has no tattoos and no piercings, though he has a few scars here and there from various scuffles, one on his left thigh from being knifed when he was younger. He also has a big burn mark on his right shoulder that stretches from his pectoral all the way around to his shoulder blade. He always wears long sleeves, so no one really knows it's there. His most common apparel is black, black, and more black.
Face Claim: Jeremy Renner
Personality: Caleb is an...interesting character. He seems like the stereotypical goth who suffers from "inner turmoil", but he's really just a quiet, reserved guy who likes to wear black and eyeliner. He doesn't usually say all that much, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to. If he knows you well enough and feels comfortable around you, he can be sassy and sarcastic and you just can't get him to shut up. He just doesn't have any tolerance or patience for stupid, so he chooses not to waste his breath on those who won't even listen. He's a guy who is very straight forward and dives straight and deep into his job, no matter what the task is at the time. Caleb is also fiercely, fiercely loyal, willing to fight tooth and nail for you and what he believes in. However, this can be a downside, because betraying him is the deepest and most efficient way to hurt him. And it will also evoke an anger deeper than any former loyalty he may had possessed before, and he will make sure to get an eye for an eye.
"True friends don't stab each other in the back and twist the knife. They stab each other in the front and make it quick."
History: Not much is known about Caleb's past, and he doesn't volunteer the information up willingly. Nothing is known of any siblings, parents, cousins, grandparents, anyone. All that is known is that he comes from a long, long line of soldiers of the Resistance, though nobody knows exactly how far back the ties go. Some speculate his lineage goes back generations upon generations, meaning his loyalty literally runs in his veins. Others speculate he could even have relation to one of the original members of the Leaders. Caleb may not even know, and he quite frankly could care less. All he'd like is for people to stop speculating about him already and let him do his job.
"Oh. You were talking about yourself, weren't you? Sorry. I was too busy not caring to listen."