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"I wove my mommy so much. I wike dancing also."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Pamela Sandra-Carolyn Kenneth
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ
(view spoiler)
│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ ----
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Pam, Mel
│ Aɢᴇ │ 3
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ February 14th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 1:00
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Hospital
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aquarian's
(view spoiler)
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Asexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ N/A
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
N/A
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Florence Evelyn-Joyce Kenneth
Relation » Mother |◦ 20 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
Name Yago Dunn
Relation » Father |◦ 22 » ◦| Status » Alive
|Image|: (view spoiler)
"My Uncle is my best friend just wike my mommy is, I wove him very much."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
(view spoiler)
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, youthful etc.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 2’1”, small, baby fat.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~Her~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
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"Dere is no won I wook up to more than my mom, I want to be wike her won day. "
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ ---------
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ ----------
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Drawing, playing (with mom, uncle and her doll), dancing, singing.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
She's a very sweet girl, very kind and open. She's skittish and fearful around some people, can be shy but in total an adorable thing you just want to squeeze. She's delicate but also fierce (get's it from her mother) and oddly knowledgeable for her age. She's a good people reader, much like most dogs, she senses things off people on instinct knowing the people she should stay away from and who she can be around. Pamela is also very passionate with a temper on her when she's upset (isn't often). She's usually friendly though, a sweet innocent smile on her face and looks up to her mother. She does understand where she is, that it's not normal but is okay with that. As well as she got her mother's love for ballet (though skill is underdeveloped currently).
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Mother
☻ Her Doll (view spoiler)
☻ 'Treats'(Candies some people at the studio sneak her)
☻ Ballet
☻ Jokes
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ The Dark
☹ Needles
☹ Scary people
☹ Spiders
☹ Meat
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Adorableness
✮ 'Wiseness'(smart for her age)
✮ Innocence
✮ Twisting people around her thumb
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Age
☆ Height
☆ Youth
☆Curiosity
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ The dark
✗ Spiders
✗ Scary people
✗ needles
✗ being taken from her mother
"I want to make my mommy poud of me wike I'm poud of her."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Pamela wasn't born to a couple, two partners or even from a one night stand, she is a rape child. Pamela has yet to know this, too young to really understand and grasp on something like that. Despite this she was born to a loving mother, though had difficulty expressing this properly.
She doesn't recall anything from her infant age, the point where her mother lashed out and killed her grandpa and aunt. All Pamela knows is that she had a grandma that doesn't like her mommy and an uncle she loves with her whole heart.
Pamela, since she was young, has been under her mother's care, being raised and looked after by her and spent a lot of time at the dance studio she works at. She received her doll (whose name constantly changes) on her first birthday and has been basically attached to the doll since. At age two, Pamela expressed her interest in the art of dance, always have loved watching her mother dance and finally wanted to do it too. So her mom got her into a class that she was teaching.
Pamela fell in love with it just like her mother had. She loved living with her mommy and uncle, once he moved in with them of course.
Currently she is living with them in their flat, spending the majority of her time at home or at the studio. She is well loved and has shelter, food and no abuse. She is a happy little girl, easily befriending people who she knew were good (good at reading people). She loves her life and takes everything optimistically.
"I want to make everyone happy, they make me so happy so I need to make sure they're happy too!"
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"You do you, and fuck anyone who says different. Actually, those guys can go to hell. If I were you, I'd fuck the ones who agree."
| Nᴀᴍᴇ | Rali Dhaurelia Lynn
| Bɪʀᴛʜ Nᴀᴍᴇ | Muralimal
| Aɢᴇ | 18
| Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | April 1st
| Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 19:37
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Female (view spoiler)
| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Panromantic Homosexual
| Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs | Single, destined for Val
"Everyone expects me to be this perfect girl, the picture of innocence. It makes being 'bad' way better. Especially when someone else finds out."
| Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ | Neutral, with resistance leanings
| Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Busboy at Light Moon's
| Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs | Spending time with friends, cooking, collecting music/art, taking walks
| Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ | After about two years post-operation and several years on estrogen, Rali's figure is fairly girlish and she regularly passes as a female. However, she is still tall (for a girl) and a bit muscular, both leftover traits from her pre-transition body. She often uses makeup and not-too revealing clothing to hide her more masculine traits.
| Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ | 6'0
| Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ | Anushka Sharma
"Sure, I’m relatively charming most days, but all the time? Please, I can only imagine how boring that would be."
| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ |
Rali is a very bright woman and thrives in situations when she’s around other people. She’s very good at being happy and kind, and people love her for it. Rali has a talent for making people laugh and comforting them when she sees they need it. However, while this bubbly personality is what draws many people to her, it’s not the only aspect of her personality. Around family and people she’s close to, Rali lets loose. Her silly jokes turn lewder, her girly charm a bit sexier, and her overwhelming kindness to heavy sarcasm. If one were to ask her parents, they’d jokingly claim it was the heavy music she listened to.
Rali is also a romantic. She loves the idea of falling in love and does it all the time, in lots of different ways. She is romantically attracted to all genders and has dated people of a variety of different ones, but Rali is mainly attracted to women. Rali has a tendency to be very open about the people she’s attracted to, and isn’t afraid to flirt (regardless of how heavily she starts blushing).
And, like everyone, Rali is afraid. She fears fire because that was how her parents died. She's scared of being criticized or mocked because it's happened so little to her and she doesn't know how she would handle it. Rali also hates to be judged, making that fear so much worse. Lastly, Rali is terrified of losing herself. There are so many things about herself and about everyone else that she loves and appreciates in her own way, and the mere thought of losing that individuality (regardless of how unlikely it is) absolutely horrifies her. Rali has left jobs and ended relationships for fear of losing her sense of self, and it's the main factor in her inability to choose a side in the battle between resistance and council.
But, above all things, Rali is passionate. She’s passionate about helping people, passionate about doing the right thing, even passionate about the music she listens to. One thing that sets Rali off is when something she strongly believes in is challenged. She may be willing to forgive if your claim has evidence to support it, but otherwise, her mood will flip completely and Rali will go completely on the defensive.
"Most guys aren't half bad. Some are even attractive. Doesn't mean I'd sleep with them, though."
| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ |
Rali was born to—and for the first few years of her life, raised by—two loving and supporting parents. However, aside from their four sons (or, though no one, not even Rali, knew it at the time, three sons and one daughter), Kari and Rajesh also supported the Resistance, and they were killed by Council extremists when Rali was only five. She and her three brothers were sent to the orphanage. They were lucky enough to all be adopted together after only a few short months. The couple, Gwendoline and Terri Lynn, had one son already and were happy to welcome four more into their relatively wealthy household.
It was when Rali turned seven that she began to realize she wasn’t exactly comfortable being called a “son”. At this point she’d grown to love her adoptive parents and trusted them enough to ask them what this meant. Both mothers were very helpful and accepting and let Rali do what she could at such a young age to make her more comfortable with her appearance (they even opted to legally alter her name to something more feminine that still stayed true to the name her birth parents had given her). Most of her brothers were too young to remember Rali as anything but female, but the two that weren’t (Eren and Paramjit) had few problems adjusting to what they thought would help Rali feel herself. Rali was never scorned for her gender since most either didn’t know or didn’t care, and grew to be a very normal and very intelligent girl. She had many friends, and because of the support her mothers offered her, Rali was able to begin hormone replacement treatment to ensure she continued passing as female. As Rali got even older, she also realized that she preferred women over men, but considering her parentage, this wasn’t a problem. Rali never even officially came out—she just invited her girlfriend over to dinner one night and that was that.
Rali’s treatment, in addition to that of her younger brothers’ constant need to be bailed out of prison (Akas was, to the disappointment of the rest of his council-loving family, very active in the resistance), depleted most of the Lynns’ funds shortly after Rali’s fifteenth birthday. So, by the time Rali was old enough to be ready for the other surgeries she would need, she didn’t have the means to pay for them. Her family was upset and tried to help, but the cost was too great. Rali shrugged it off, figuring she could pay for it when she got her own job. When she turned sixteen and became a doctor, almost no one was surprised. She was smart, after all. And, a few months later, when she’d saved enough cash to buy her surgery and reimburse Terri and Gwen for what they’d done for her, even fewer people were shocked.
Rali was seventeen when she began questioning her faith in the council.
Her brother was being arrested for the umpteenth time, and Rali, knowing neither mother would be able to bail him out this time, went to see what he’d done this time. Upon viewing the bloodied wreck that was his face and what little was being done to fix it, Rali was horrified. Being the intelligent woman that she was, Rali realized how biased her job was when it came to helping people and quit shortly after, claiming it was for “family reasons”. Rali still needed to be employed somewhere, though, and she didn’t see the resistance hospital as being a much better offer, either. Rali ended up deciding to waitress at the Light Moon’s, and has been working there for almost a year at this point. It’s not the same as being a doctor, but Rali helps in what little ways she can, and the customers all love how sweet and charming she appears to be.
Family:
>> Gwendoline Lynn; 36; adopted mother; alive
>> Terri Lynn; 35; adopted mother; alive
>> Eren Lynn; 23; adopted brother; alive
>> Kari Dhaurelia; 39; mother; dead
>> Rajesh Dhaurelia; 37; father; dead
>> Paramjit Dhaurelia Lynn; 18; twin brother; alive
>> Akas Dhaurelia Lynn; 17; brother; alive
>> Lalit Dhaurelia Lynn; 15; brother; alive
"Come on. You know you love me. Everybody does, at least for a while."
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Music
☻ Large groups of people
☻ Rebellion
☻ Positive relationships (romantic or otherwise)
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Showing weakness
☹ Predictability
☹ Discrimination
☹ Gossip
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Breaking things
✮ Charm
✮ Making people smile
✮ Passion
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Making decisions
☆ Nosiness
☆ Dealing with/being quiet
☆ Blushes easily
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing her identity
✗ Condemnation
✗ Fire
"I don't need you to tell me how inspirational, brave, or hell, even how stupid and wrong you think I am. I've heard it all a thousand times, and I don't recall asking for your opinion on what I should do with my body."
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Ｐｒｏｆｅｓｓｏｒ K.
☾Ƙαуɗєη Aятнυя ƘαƖιѕтєя☽
Nickname(s): Kade, Kalister
◔ 34 ◔ Mαяcн 13тн ◔ яєѕιѕтαηcє ◔◕Mαℓє◕ Ɓιѕєχυαℓ◕Sιηgℓє◕
face claim: Joseph Morgan
(view spoiler)I ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ﹖
✘Kade is known to be a rather humorous person. Instead of facing the reality of most situations he covers up his feelings with jokes and funny smiles. At times he may slip into a more so depressive state, but no one’s aware of this ‘cause in those moments he’s always alone. This can last for a day, or up to a week. Interacting with certain people he may be different. With girls he remains sarcastic and doesn’t allow himself to get too close with them, which is why most of his recent relationships have ended up in failure. When it comes to guys he can slip into his old self on occasion, but otherwise he maintains his distance. Kade does his best to avoid people with clashing personalities, as well as overly opinionated people.
When it comes to his teaching skills he isn’t too strict. Rules are meant to keep people in line, but he doesn’t think any of his kids need discipline, they can be good only if they are encouraged to do so. Every now and then when he comes across what people may consider a lost cause his entire demeanor changes. He can become a little pushier and try to make the kid into the best they can be. After all they're only fifteen- practically adults. There's only so much he can do for them before they become bloody Resistance members or destructive Council supporters.I sᴀɪᴅ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ.
✗ Having your mother slaughtered right in front of you by a masked figure at the age of five usually does something to a kid, especially when the prime suspect is your father. After his mother’s murder and the countless trials Kayden went to as a kid he was more of a recluse than anything else as he was made to live with his best friend and her parents. His refusal to talk to people became apparent and everyone resulted to the same conclusion that he was in desperate need of therapy- so they sent him there against his will every week with Dr.Miller. Of course he was distant during the first few weeks, but being a bright kid at the age of seven he realized this wouldn’t fly so easily. After realizing he needed to pass through therapy to get on with his life he learned to fake the best smile possible and nod yes or no, depending on what Miller expected, and wanted, to hear. He was cleared within months but he still wasn’t the same. All he wanted was to move away and leave his past behind. Due to society he had even convinced himself that his father was guilty and didn’t visit him up until his teen years. Of course by his teenage years the Council had disposed of the "problem" that was his father.
It was only in school that Kayden began to become more of a person. During these years he also managed to develop feelings for his best friend- Cara. The feelings weren't intentional. In fact they were nothing he ever wanted to acknowledge. Instead he shoved them away, bottled it all up inside until he just about exploded. It's fair to say after admitting his feelings he was swept up in a fairytale. The feelings were mutual and they were happy just about every second they spent together. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Turning sixteen and leaving school he found himself hesitant to further things between them. The love was there, but they were sixteen. Adults, sure, but still immature at best. So he waited a few years. He went to higher education in hopes of becoming a teacher. After landing his first job he decided it was time. The ring was shabby, but it was all he could afford at the time and she did say yes, so it wasn't a complete failure. Unfortunately the happy haze didn't last forever.
The whole Council versus Resistance thing hadn't necessarily been a part of his life up until the illness hit him. Every day Kayden's body weakened further and further, and it made zero sense to him. It worried Cara and the young girls loyalty to him apparently wasn't that strong. Only months after his sickness hit him did she leave him. No explanations, no nothing. Left alone in their one bedroom apparent he was forced to get out of bed each day and take care of himself. Death would've been easier then the heartbreak and need to only survive for the chance of her coming back. The hopes of her coming back was in vain though. During month four he was at his worst, and hallucinations began to haunt him- he was sure he was reaching the end. One particular day, though, there was a knock on the door. It was a member of the Council. The message he received then was rather tempting. Medication that would cure this illness he was facing. The message also scared him. Just how long was the council looking in on his life? Were they worried he'd become similar to his father. He didn't have time to dwell on it though, he took the medication. Days passed and he found himself getting stronger. It's been years now and he prefers not to think about the past events or Cara. And while the Council did help him he still choices to put himself on the side of Resistance after what they did to his father. There are many secrets still, though, that he has yet to uncover about his father and his involvement with the government. But wouldn't it be nice to just live in ignorance? Ignorance can be bliss.I ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀsᴛ. I ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ɪᴛ
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Tᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴜɴᴛʟʏ...Micah has never truly mastered the entire approachable guy look at. Since getting injured the hands of the Council his cocky and arrogant attitude has decreased some. Now he’s a little more humble and shies away from people that he knew at an earlier time in his life. Some days he can see a glimmer of the person he used to be, but mostly he just tries getting by. Though he’s gotten stronger and more reliable on his left leg he still feels as if he’s fallen under the disabled category. Micah has always been the caring type and has looked after his younger brothers. Admittedly when it comes to long term romance he becomes a total pushover and he’s overly protective and caring. Still he’s insecure due to the thought of people leaving him, as he is not the person he used to be. This has caused him to slip further into himself and he limits his socialization time to decrease any chance of attraction towards someone. His own disability is also a barrier between him and most people as Micah sees himself as less than he was before. Nevertheless the smile always plastered to his face manages to cover this all up rather easily.
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Micah had pretty simple upbringings. Raised as an orphan at an academy he’s never really questioned who his parents were. Of course that was until he was placed with two younger brothers that he was told were his. This led to a few questions of his own, but they were easily ignored by the adults around him. Growing up his only real purpose in life was to take care of his siblings and train as a guardian. During his teen years he was nothing more than a finely tuned fighting machine. Being labelled as average by his teachers would often call to attention his short temper. Luckily he took care of that little personality flaw through his multiple hours of training. When he wasn’t getting sleep he was at the gym. The core classes such as math and literature were often the ones where he caught a quick nap. There was almost a small sense of relief in graduating and entering the world as an adult at the age of sixteen.
In his first few years after leaving the academy he was a bit lost. The freedom wasn’t as much as he’d been expecting and he returned to the academy for a bit. The place was practically his home despite the mixed amount of emotions. That and his younger brothers were still there. After a year or two lingering at the academy he was recruited by the Council. He got set up with a desk job for some major company- it wasn't exactly something he enjoyed. All his life he predicted he'd be doing just a little bit... more. Of course learning the company secrets did him no good and suddenly he was in a line of danger. Instead of being afraid it kind of gave him a rush. The lose of his left leg... yeah, that didn't give him so much of a rush. The fight was bloody, hardly something he remembers. One against four isn't such a fair fight after all. This left him with a prosthetic limb. Instead of returning to the academy for comfort he found himself alone in his house. No visitors, and the only company being drugs and alcohol. Being numb was a relief, something he seeked daily. Only lately has he begun to pull himself together, working odd jobs at night.
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❧ ❧ 29 ✱ Deceмвer 10тн ✱ Bιѕeхυαl ✱ Sιɴɢle ☙ ☙Noɴι Sαɢe Bαѕqυe -council of 9 memberǀ cαη ρℓαу νυℓηєяαвℓє
face claim Gugu Mbatha-Raw⚈ The beginning of Noni's story is never recognized, some part of her past she still doesn't know. After the double homicide of her parents she was raised by the Council, or more specifically, a kind lady named Tiffany. There must be some part of her past people don't want her to know as she took on the ladies maiden name- Basque. Her childhood seemed simple to her, she believed she was being raised just like all the other kids out in the city- but she wasn't. Truly the Council was slowly training her in the art of being a killer. At the age of sixteen, when she was forced to make her first kill, she was hesitant. What had George Nixton done to deserve it? Yet she did the job mechanically... and killing someone, it gave her some sort of high. After years of doing this she has become a little more sexual in getting what she wants and what not. At the age of twenty she was introduced to the Council as a new member. The position still feels fairly new to her, and she certainly hasn't made many ties with other members. Instead she prefers to stay behind the scenes and play the perfect little bounty hunter they want her to be.⚈ Noni has a bit of a reserved personality. True she can act like the life of the party, come off as a flirt and just be an overall lively person. That's only her day job though. Since a young age she's had a hard time trusting people. Learning from her own parents that most relationships are unhealthy and won't work she's avoided them as well. Often times she has gone so far to cut off anything good and right in her world. Many times she comes off as the awkward silent one of the group, but she's just making her observations, learning every one's weaknesses in what little time she has. Working for the resistance she is rather cynical and cold. Being a bounty hunter tops it all off, Yet taking people's lives seems to give her some sort of high. Especially when she knows they've done something bad. Something unforgivable. Or so she tells herself. Why shoulder guilt when she doesn't have to? Some of her other traits are her seemingly endless amount of sass as well as her charming side. Very few things people see in everyday life.
(view spoiler)
Light brown hair he prefers to keep short and out of the way. His eyes tend to have a mind of their own in regards to color, sometimes taking on a light hazel color, other times looking very light green, and sometimes they just look downright golden. He's 6'3 and rather lean, and while his body isn't covered in tattoos, he does like to wear clothing that reveals as many of them as he can in order to show them off. He has a few scars here and there, but the most prominent one stretches across his throat, as if someone had tried to slice him from ear to ear.
"Hey, buddy. I know I have a sexy throat, but eyes up here."
Face Claim: Stefanos Milatos
Personality: Hunter is rather spunky and acts downright crazy at times. He has no qualms about getting his hands dirty, and he'll do absolutely anything to get the job done. He's downright fearless, and most likely on the border of insanity. However, despite being a cut-throat (no pun intended) man, Hunter can actually be quite the prankster. He loves messing with people, and he'll constantly do things such as cutting the electricity and causing people to stumble around blindly or rigging the door handles so they'll give people one hell of a shock. He loves jokes almost as much as sex. Almost. Hunter is not picky about who he sleeps with or when, just so long as he's satisfied at the end.
"Cat got your tongue. No, seriously. I cut your tongue out and fed it to my cat. Heh, made you look."
Pet:
This is Fang. Hunter constantly threatens to feed people to his vicious, bloodthirsty cat, but Fang is really just a cute little kitten Hunter found in an alleyway a few weeks back. His threats are really just another form of trickery, because Hunter loves Fang to pieces and would never feed her human flesh. It's too fattening.
History: Hunter is a man whose loyalty practically runs in his veins. He comes from a long line of council fanatics, his ancestor being the one who had actually formed the Kingkillers. The title of leader has been passed down for generations, always going to the oldest son. However, Hunter was not the oldest son; he had a brother, Hayden, who was going to receive the title. Hayden was older than Hunter than two years, but the two were practically inseparable. There was no jealousy on Hunter's part, even as their father doted on Hayden just a little more, even though Hayden received more attention and respect than Hunter. He couldn't care less about any of that. Hunter himself just wanted to live life to the fullest, and he didn't give a shit who was leader and who was the pawn. Hunter loved Hayden more than anything, and that's why he took it the hardest when his brother was killed.
It was one of those moments where one minute, they were walking down the street, talking about stupid, pointless shit, and the next, everything went to hell. Hunter and Hayden were jumped by men from the Resistance, and the two of them, although very capable of handling themselves, didn't stand a chance. Hunter's throat was slit deeply, severing his vocal cords and nearly dying. It was a miracle he even survived. Hayden, however, had not been so lucky. He'd taken a knife to the back of the skull, and that was a wound one could not survive. A passerby had stumbled across the bleeding bodies of Hayden and Hunter, and, not knowing who they really were, called for help. Hunter lived, Hayden did not. Hayden died, and so did Hunter. Hunter had been 18 at the time, Hayden had been just about to turn 20. He had only been the leader of the gang for two years.
Hunter had shattered when his brother had died, something vital in him snapping. He took Hayden's place as leader, and his desire for revenge fueled his every actions. He wanted to see the Resistance burn down in flames, bit by flaming bit. He tracked down Devon Jansing four years previously in order to force him to join the council, to take his father's place. He doesn't care who he has to step on or take down in order to get what he wants. All he cares about is to avenge the brother he had once loved more than anything. Because of how deep the cut on his throat had been, Hunter lost his voice, and has to sign in order to communicate with others. Those who don't know sign language are basically forced to learn.
"Don't think that just because I can't speak using my words doesn't mean I still can't rip you a new one."
"Did she ever know I wasn't what I said? It's too late now because she's dead. Mysie says I did my best, but I know better."
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Soren Elior Feare
Aɢᴇ﹕ 19
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ May 3
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 3:21
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Masculine
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Androromantic androsexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ City Council
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Street-fighter
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Art (not that he'd tell anyone), watching television and movies, listening to music, sparring, flirting (usually with females despite his preferences)
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Soren is pretty. He has his dad's blue eyes, and he had blonde hair. He prefers his hair just a little bit long, and no matter what he tries, it is extraordinarily curly and untamable. He is tall and skinny, but he's not nerdy skinny. He's pretty muscular, lithe despite being so thing. He can be described as wiry. He is generally rather masculine despite his build. He's the leather jackets and strong beer type. He has scars from street-fighting (what "self-respecting street-fighter" doesn't?). These cover for any much less obvious scars he's made for other reasons.Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 6'0"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Finn Jones
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Soren's self-esteem is not that great. His own mother was volatile and abusive. He was an illegitimate child. His step-sibling saw him as the evidence of their father's infidelity. His step-mother and his father were always belittling him for his sexual preferences. It might be a little bit of a lie to say that he's never considered self-harm. He's never gone through with it, however. It is because of his parents that he has issues with the fact that, yes, he does like guys since he has always been belittled for it.
All of issues? They are covered up by a boatload of bravado. He comes off as very, very arrogant. It isn't necessarily something he does. It's more just his attitude and the casual confidence that he displays. He's actually well-mannered, and his parents had money. That shows too. He's used to a certain level of comfort, and now that he doesn't have much money, he finds himself wanting some of the higher quality items he took for granted as a child. However, he has a short temper. He tries to hide this, lets it boil in him. But when he loses his temper, he loses it. Loses it with fists and words. Words are the easiest way to piss him off, especially after that being his parents' favorite form of abuse to him. Actions don't upset him nearly as much -- except for being beaten in a fight or any sort of competition. That pisses him off just as much.
One thing Soren has is a sense of humor. He doesn't care for his dignity so much if he can be silly. It's amazing that he can still be considered arrogant with the weird things he does in the name of funny. He loves the attention it brings him, especially since so much of it is always positive. It makes him feel loved, and he's an eager-to-please sort of person at his core.
He is very uncomfortable with the fact he's gay despite his half-sibling trying to make him feel okay with it. Actually, he's only had one relationship with a man. It ended badly. All the rest have been with women he's felt nothing but friendship for and had no interest in sex with. Actually, Soren has never had sex with anyone. Never willingly. Even though he has a tendency to have wild "love" affairs with various people, he always ends it before actual sex gets involved.
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕>>Kristian Cheshire; father; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Mela Engel Feare; mother; dead; (view spoiler)
>>Mysie Flannary Cheshire; half-sibling (via dad's ex-wife); alive; 22; (view spoiler)
>>Lien Rhee; step-mother; alive; (view spoiler)
>>Jeon Rhee; step-brother; died at age 17 ; would have been 21; (view spoiler)
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Soren's parents weren't married at the time of his birth. They weren't even supposed to be together. Soren's mother was only his father's mistress and not his wife. Soren's father, Kristian, was married to another woman named Alara. Happily married except that Kristian wanted a more expressive woman to raise his kid. Soren somehow felt this as a child, and as a result he didn't feel particularly wanted. He was born of an illicit relationship. He was a complication.
His mother, Mela, was always ill, and Soren was almost always left with his sick mother. She was weak and couldn't work. She was rich, though, so she hadn't ever intended to work as she had ample money from her family. Except, it didn't exactly work out well for Soren. He had an expressive mother, but she didn't give two shits about him. She wanted more money and was always raging at her various illnesses. Soren was lonely and actually rather scared of the woman. She hit him sometimes in these rages, so Soren always tried to make himself blend into the scenery. For the most part, it worked.
His dad adored his mother as far as he could tell. Despite her only being his mistress, he visited Soren and his mother daily. Soren always found it easier to deal with his father than his mother. However, as time went on, he saw that his father was getting increasingly stressed. One day, Kristian was sobbing when he came over. Soren was six at the time. Tears were welling in his own eyes at the sight of his father in tears. Soren always cried -- in his mind -- a little too easily. Tearfully, he pulled himself away from the wall, and because his mother refused to ask the question, Soren asked why he was so upset.
His father just stared at him for a long moment, and Soren realized his mother already knew exactly what was wrong. At six years old, Soren realized the problem was that the real family knew about his mom and dad being together. And he realized that his dad must be cast out from the other family. He would have thought he might feel satisfaction of being part of the actual family now, but he didn't. He felt devastated really. The fact his father was crying to him meant that his dad didn't really want to be around him. It just deepened his feelings of illegitimacy. He almost wanted to apologize for his existence.
Soren locked himself in his room and refused to look at anyone for days. His mother was the one who came in and talked to him. He just shot her a look of disgust and refused to acknowledge her attempts to talk about how good it was. He was aware of how awful it was. He was slapped for ignoring her. Soren's dad came in at that moment. He looked at Mela and seemed to really see her for the first time. He caught her arm to stop her from hitting Soren. Soren would later think it was then because of that that Kristian would agree to the divorce because he had to protect Soren.
Soren felt that it was a little too late, that maybe his dad should have realized his unobtrusive son was always out of the way for a reason before. He appreciated the thought, but he wasn't sure what he thought about how quickly Kristian changed his mind. Fickle, he would think his father. And Soren was confused about how Kristian could claim all of it was for Soren and his half-sibling, Mysie, when he was keeping them both and putting them with the abusive woman Soren called mom. Soren was thought it was stupid that his father was trying to get Mysie's custody especially when he was the wrong-doer, not Mysie's mother.
Soren wanted to meet his half-sibling, however. It was his idea that he be placed in their class when he was, not his father's. However, he found, to his dismay, that his half-sibling more-or-less despised him. He understood, but it made him feel rather worthless. His hopes at establishing an actual relationship with his sibling went even further awry when their dad begged him to use his place in their class to win Mysie over. Soren was not thrilled with this. He actually tried to start a conversation with Mysie ridiculing their dad's intentions, but Mysie would be having exactly none of it. Soren thereafter disliked school despite being remarkably brilliant at it. How could he like it when his half-sibling hated him and he had to feel it every day? He could make friends, good ones, but none enough to get past that.
And then when he was actually eight, when he should actually have been starting school, his mother got very, very sick. It was a sudden thing, sudden and severe. The doctor's had thought her complaints to be just the flu and gave her the antibiotics for that. And then, just a day or two later, came the buboes. Soren's mom had the bubonic plague, which had in the Middle Ages been called the Black Death. And true to that name, a couple days later, Mela was dead.
Soren was the one who ended up arranging for her body to be burnt so it could be put in the Graveyard -- a pit in which the ashes of the dead of all the city are kept. His half-sibling refused to show their face. His dad? Well, Kristian didn't think he exactly had it in him to be a single father. He started fooling around with a woman of only nineteen years named Arianna. Arianna adored Soren, and Soren adored Arianna. Soren did not miss his mother's abuse.
But things with Arianna did not last long. Arianna's father found out about the affair and was not thrilled. Soren was there when he told Kristian he'd shoot him if he even thought about staying with her. Turned out that Arianna was a Luscari, a member of a criminally wealthy family from the Heart of the City. Kristian ended the relationship on the spot, figuring it couldn't lead anywhere good. Arianna smacked him and told him she regretted ever having been with him if he gave up on them so easily.
It was maybe a week after that that Kristian found Lien. Lien was pretty, certainly. And maybe she could have had that old-fashioned sort of charm. That would have been had she not been completely close-minded. That was the deal-breaker. Her only redeeming quality was her son, Jeon.
Jeon quickly became Soren's closest friend despite the fact he was two years older than Soren. Jeon was friendly, and having a friend made things easier to bear. Teh house slowly became more toxic. Parts of Soren started to believe the things his parents were saying, and none so much as their beliefs on people liking their own gender. Soren was only twelve when he started to realize that girls didn't interest him at all in any sort of sexual way. Guys did.
To say Soren was terrified, almost disgusted, would have been very accurate. In fact, he tried to suppress all these feelings by getting a girlfriend. Her name was Melissa Maclain. She was pretty with her red hair and icy grey eyes. Soren treated her well, better than he'd ever seen couples treat each other. Well, better than he'd seen before he saw his elder brother, Jeon, and Zoraida together. They made a better couple than Soren and Melissa because unlike the latter, Jeon and Zor loved each other. Soren then realized he would never feel that toward Melissa. He didn't give up that semblance of heterosexuality quite yet. He was still too scared, but he felt guilt for the rest of the time he was with her and long after.
He was fourteen when Melissa was diagnosed with a fatal illness, a cancer. She had headaches and memory issues, and Soren wasn't even sure what else because she hid her discomfort too well. But whatever was up with her, she was dead a few months later. Soren spent the entire time by her bed despite not loving her as anything other than a sister. Jeon was always the one he'd go home and cry to because in everything Soren had pulled away from his friends until Jeon was the only one who'd accept him as he was.
It was in the wake of Melissa's death that Soren admitted to Jeon that he was actually into guys. Jeon was okay with that despite their parents. Soren felt almost vindicated for it. Unfortunately, Soren told Jeon in a location where their parents were able to overhear. Afterward, Soren would not be called Soren by anyone except Jeon in that household. He was always these homophobic names like "queen, poof, and faggot." Soren was often in tears going to school, much like Mysie had been years beforehand. Mysie seemed to notice, but they never said anything. This only cemented how pathetic Soren felt.
He quickly developed a reputation for arrogance and fighting and cutting class. The arrogance was a mask, and the fighting was a physical exertion to help him forget, and the cutting class was because how the fuck could he care about school when no one gave a fuck about him except his brother?
And then, of course, when he was fifteen, the signs he missed with Melissa started to show up in his brother. Soren freaked. Actually, when he first realized, he punched a wall hard enough that he broke his hand and made a hole in the wall. The entire time his brother was dying, his hand was in a cast. He spent all the time he could manage in that hospital room. He skipped a lot of his classes to be there. The other most regular fixture was Zoraida, Jeon's girlfriend, with whom Soren became friends via proximity.
Finally, Jeon died. Soren was sobbing for hours when he saw the boy finally go. It was like watching Melissa die all over again. Though his hand had yet to heal, he slammed it into the hospital's wall (his step-mother was not thrilled at having to pay for the damage in addition to the rest of the hospital bill) and rebroke his hand. He was actually pissed when he found out about Mysie going to start being there at their dad's when Mysie could never even be bothered to visit Jeon in the hospital.
Mysie'd been there for only about a week when Soren yelled at them, "Why the fuck are you here?! You've never been here! You didn't even give enough fucks to visit him in the hospital. Just stop trying and get the fuck away!"
Mysie just looked at him, almost unnervingly calm, and told him that they were here because of "fucking guilt".
Soren didn't say anything to that. However, Mysie started getting into fights with Lien and Kristian. In doing so, they sort of created a friendship with Soren. Soren wished the friendship could have started years ago, but it made him happy. Very, very happy. Mysie being over there at their dad's house really only worked for a couple months. The fighting just got worse. The last fight was undoubtedly the worst.
Mysie had earlier tried to explain they weren't female and that they really were not straight. It wasn't successful. Their dad and step-mother had always denied it fervently. Until Mysie told them that they could not deal with the fighting and especially not their close-minded views. And in that argument, they actually defended Soren to his parents. It was shocking because they'd never really done that, but it was the most they'd done that for him. It was the most anyone had done that for him. So he forgave them any wrongs they'd done him.
They just looked at him and told him to start packing his bags because they weren't letting him stay with their abusive parents. Soren was, frankly, shocked that anyone would be willing to do that for him. He hugged Mysie, who then reiterated that whoever he was he was and that they would never judge him for it. He'll deny tearing up at that to his dying day. To his shock, Mysie argued their mother into taking him in. She even treated him like her own son. It was a shock but also the best thing that ever happened to him. He was loathe to stay too long and trespass on the family's hospitality.
Therefore, he started working in addition to school as soon as he could manage. It was at his work as a bartender at The Soul and the Dragon that he met his first boyfriend. His name was Blake. He shared a lot of seemingly personal shit with Soren, including that some bitch had apparently castrated his brother, Lance, when he was being an ass. It would be Blake who would start the rumors going around the next year about the incident that would get the culprit expelled. Soren ended up in a huge fight with Blake (Soren did have a temper), and both boys ended up with at least one broken bone and a plethora of bruises. Blake started spreading awful rumors about Soren.
After that, it became harder for Soren to admit he like men when his one attempt to date a guy went so wrong. His affairs with women were entirely without sex, but they were considered wild by everyone around. He was with a woman named Perry when he finally graduated school. She stopped being with him because dating someone of age was just not her style. Soren attempted to get less involved with women after that, but he always failed despite hating it.
Soren became friendly with his half-sibling's friends. It did not take him long to realize Mysie's crush on Gray and that it was returned. Despite teasing them, he always believed them to be oblivious to the crush.
Soren saved enough to buy his own place because he didn't want to trespass on anyone's hospitality. He had plenty of money to spare by that point, so he switched out of his actual job and took up street-fighting, at which he was actually good. It was fun, and he could do it. His step-sibling did not approve, but they were fine as long as he were fine.
For the first time, it's looking like things might be a-okay.
"I'm me . . . do you like it? Do you like me?"
"Sometimes on rainy days, I close my eyes and imagine what the raindrops hitting the pavement sounds like."
Short, dark hair and deep, brown eyes. He stands at about 5'9 and has a rather slim and fit body shape. Other than the tattoo on his arm, Nick has scars across his wrists and thighs from a period of deep depression when he was younger. He typically wears loose clothing that is easily removable, but he actually prefers to wear clothing that is a little more of a tighter fit.
Face Claim: Unknown
Personality: You wouldn't know it when you saw him at work, but Nicholas is actually rather quite shy. He keeps to himself and prefers to just dance to his heart's content, and he always gets highly nervous whenever somebody approaches him for a more..."private" dance. He never actually speaks, which has a tendency to make others nervous, but it's really because he's too embarrassed to open his mouth. He's a sweet guy who likes to make other people happy, even when he himself might be feeling absolutely miserable at the time. He mostly just likes to spend his free time dancing or tilting his face up towards the sky during a rainy day with his eyes closed, letting raindrops hit his face and imagining what rain really sounds like .
"I...I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong person. I'm just a dancer."
History: Nicholas doesn't go into details about his history, mostly because he just doesn't talk. Not in the traditional sense, at least. But before he was born, his mother fell down a flight of stairs while she was pregnant with Nick. No one knows exactly what had happened, but it caused something to detach and Nick to be born prematurely and without his hearing, which is why he doesn't speak and rarely even uses sign language. Nick is a very smart young man, but because of how he sounds, he's afraid people think he's stupid or laugh at him, and it makes him highly self-conscious. Because of his disability, Nick was convinced that he wouldn't be able to do anything beneficial with his life, and he turned to self harm. It would have escalated into something that could not have been undone, too, had it not been for music.
Nick had been sitting in his room at age 16, alone, depressed, and feeling completely useless. He had just been about to do something rash when he felt something vibrate beneath his feet, in his very bones. It had been his neighbor, blaring her music to its fullest volume. Nick couldn't hear the tune of his music, but he could feel it. Feel it with his body, his heart and soul. He could feel the rhythm of it, hear it in his own way. He had stood up and danced then, danced to the music only he could hear, and that was when he had found his answer. He may not be able to hear with his ears, but he could hear with his soul. So he became a dancer at the Soul and Dragon, a place that offers protection and an opportunity to be true to himself, and has been there ever since. Something a little unique about the way Nick dances is that he not only has a tendency to dance to his own rhythm, but he dances with his eyes closed. He never once opens them until he's finished dancing, which can sometimes take hours once he loses himself in the moment.
"I don't have to hear the music with my ears. I just need to hear it with my heart, and that's enough for me."
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Ɲσ qυєѕтισηѕ αѕкєɗ. ǀ'ƖƖ ѕнσω уσυ α gσσɗ тιмє.face claim: Ian Somerhalder- 26 - Mαle - Hoмoѕeхυαl - Mαle Eѕcorт -Kαѕey Grαveѕ
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∴ Kasey has a rather difficult persona to pin down. Unfortunately he has the problematic issue of, occasionally, thinking of himself as nothing more than the job. For example he can be the perfect little submissive, if the situation calls for it. And, yet, on the other hand, he can an overly dominating personality that is sure to call the attention of many. Attention is something he rather enjoys though, no matter what the situation calls for. Overall, though, Kasey can be quite the goofball, and he loves to try new things. Exploring would probably be his downfall if it wasn't for how small the city was. Even then, he manages to get into some mischief here and there, but nothing too serious. A hopeless romantic, his line of business sheds on ironic light on his entire life.∵ Born to a nineteen year old prostitute there's no doubt there's been some ups and downs in Kasey's life. Of course he knows others have endured far worse. Barely reaching the age of eight it was well known his mother had attempted to take her life more than once, and the young boy felt as if it was his own fault, in a way. Due to his mother being so unstable he was taken in by one of his "aunts" that worked with his mother. She was far too sweet for his taste and he often felt a little bitter when he was in close proximity to her. Nonetheless she seemed to be the only semblance of a family he had. Hell, Kasey, still, barely has any idea what the word family even means. And yet it is something he craves above all else. As he continued to grow he also became more aware of his aunt and all of her clients; people who would visit her often, and sometimes daily. He never really had time to question it, though, as he was introduced into the world himself. His first time was sloppy, something he wasn't all too sure about. Only fifteen his hormones guided him, but that was all. Something about it made him feel dirty, but hey, the pay was nice. So that's the way it has been. Kasey fairs well off of the business. He prefers to think of himself as a Male escort. He takes care of others needs while attempting to get to know them, despite how pointless it would seem. He lives with his little angels Missy and Chaol on the edge of the outskirts of the city where he's convinced himself that he has created his own little paradise.
Ƭнє σηƖу тнιηg тнαт мαттєяѕ ιѕ тнє ρєяѕση уσυ αяє ωнєη ησ σηє єƖѕє ιѕ ωαтcнιηg.
Hєяє Ɓє ƐƖνєѕ αηɗ Ɗяαgσηѕ :: ƬαƖєѕ σf αη Agє wrote: "Approved"Is my guy approved as well? > . >
Shit, thought I'd done that already. >.< Yeah, he's approved
Haha, it's all good. I was just confused. XD
Okay. It may have just been that my internet cut out while it was still posting and I exed out thinking I'd approved him. Again, apologies for the inconvenience.
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❝ DESDEMONA LYSA DOBBS . ‘‘ des ; desi ━━━━━━━━━━━┓
( i. ) ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏ }┇ age : 25
( ii. ) ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴғᴏ }
She's a coward. There is no courage in her, and she feels as though people can see through this. There are days when she feels like she's transparent, feels like people can see right past each new mask she puts on. The brave face she pulls crumbles behind closed doors, and she becomes frantic. Her emotions, at best, are a jumble of wires. It is only through an intense need to survive, to be safe, that she can even put on the charades she does. And it feels like everyday is a test, but she's made it this far. It's not within her to give up.
Being selfish is a human tendency, but Des may take the cake. She knows that some of her decisions may not be as selfless like her fellow leaders, but she can't bring herself to really stop. It's not something that can fade with time, or wear away. She can train herself to seem like a person of the people, but in reality, she's just trying to get by on her own. She wants to keep what is hers as just that, keep things to herself. Sometimes information, sometimes objects, sometimes people. But is she truly wrong in thinking that she should keep some things to herself? Is she truly at fault for being human?
( iv. ) ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴғᴏ }━×] abandonment is nothing rare, but it certainly isn't common. It doesn't just happen to people on command, either. It just is. Sometimes it is perceived or it is actual, and for Desdemona, it was something real. She didn't dream up her parents walking her down the road, and then suddenly disappearing. She didn't dream up walking back home by herself, in the dark coldness of winter, to an empty house. But she will always say that she imagined it, because it makes it less real in her mind. That her parents would just dump her out in the middle of nowhere to enjoy a life without her. It would have meant that they didn't need her, or want her. But they'd waited seven years to do it, which perhaps made it worse. Like those seven years had simply been a trail period that she had failed.
At seven years old, she walked herself to an orphanage. Newly "liberated" from her parents, she sought help in the form of foster care system. A system with a continually bad reputation, but she had little understanding of that. Her situation may have been easier for an adult to understand than for her. She was housed at St. Jude's Orphanage until she was adopted by a family in a rural area. But this was more a business transaction than it was an adoption. They were looking for farm hands, not children to love. And that was what Des became.
She worked for the Milligans for ten years, until they felt she wasn't as useful. Or rather, until their son took a liking to her. He was a little psychopath in the making, torturing the younger children and the animals. The only son, he was held at the highest pedestal, the boy they had big plans for. He was built a truck, the kind they named him after from the old days. Ford, and every part of him seemed to fit the name. But he had a particular interest in watching Des squirm and scream. She'd grown accustomed to his antics, but he had only recently come to enjoy her reactions.
What she covered up, he unearthed and made fresh. He renewed the fear of being disposed with every chance he was given. He watched her like a hawk, threatening to say that she was far less of use than she had made herself out to be. And while she did craft herself into the perfect help, she was faltering with him around. And so, just shy of eighteen, they sent her back to the heart of the city. They left her with several hundred dollars, enrolled her in her final year of schooling, and washed their hands of her.
The money went away quickly, about as quickly as she grew hungry. Her money management skills had yet to take root for anything, and her education was failing her. The little she did know barely kept her at the same pace with her peers. The pressures of finding further work was only another stesser. She forewent a home for a bench, to save money in one aspect. In most cases, she would sneak into the backrooms of unsuspecting businesses to rest. Only a couple of hours to close her eyes before she walked the streets.
There is money to be had in selling yourself. Essentially, she did the same for ten years. She sold herself in exchange for a bed, warm food, and the illusion of family documented on paper. So what was so different about doing it now? It was just another means of survival, of getting to see the next day. She molded herself into an unfeeling, empty shell to endure nights of pleasing others. She became everything that they wanted from her, and she was able to continue on for another day.
She left school shortly after being left in the heart of the city. She thought that the book smarts that all the other children were getting was utterly useless in this society. In the world that she had come to know, Des found no use for algorithms or past rulers of countries.
It was some time after her twentieth birthday that the resistance found her. Her ability to mold herself into whatever she felt was needed was what caught their attention. She was a pure, malleable substance to them, one that could be harnessed. What they must have missed was that she had simply put on another face for them, and now they're her key to survival.
( v. ) ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs }
( vi. ) ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs ɪɴғᴏ }
One thing: characters have never been outside the city as a result of the wall surrounding the city.
Other than that, approved. =)
Other than that, approved. =)
So could I say that she was taken for a more suburban/rural area within the walls, then?
That would work. The Outskirts are the most rural. The Middle City Slums are the poor section, the slums. The Heart of the City is the cosmopolitan section.
Alrighty, I'll change that up in her history
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕Anastasiya Alexeyevna KruzenkoAʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕Nastya, Nastaska
Aɢᴇ﹕16
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ July 17
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕12 am
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕will not answer
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕is an outsider (amnesiac)
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕wandering
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕staring into space, finding the best couples
Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕<
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕auburn hair, brown eyes, short
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕5'3"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕Brittain Ashford
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Nastaska is the definition of insecurity, all other things are undefined. She is very curious. She indulges in shallow romantic things to get her mind off her worry.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Anastasiya woke up the city of Broken Souls as one of the said souls when her parents were killed. She knows little about them except their names, Alexey and Varvara. She hopes to find clues in the City.
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Arcade Israel GannonAʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕ Doc,Red, Red Knight
Aɢᴇ﹕22
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ November 19th
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕6:04pm
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Heterosexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕Single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕Anyone with money
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕Doctor
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕Working, working on patients, smoking, listening to music
Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕From the pale skin and bed messed jet black hair, all the way down the dark eyes hidden behind thick rimmed glasses. A young slender man standing with a slouched posture.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕5'11
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕Justin Theroux
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ A smile means death while a stern look translates to care. Not a great way to begin on the personality of one such medical practitioner.Often times considered cold and distant, the truth could never be farther. The fact is that the good doctor has only showed real emotion when deep in his work and a pair of head phones blasting good tunes into his skull. Their does remain the flaw of his mind, a lack of a proper morale compass. To translate in example the good or rather neutral doctor knows right from wrong, yes, but that does not necessarily mean he will always choose right. To wrap this up our good doctor is rather clever and cunning, so best not to underestimate him.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕ Born to a simple family on a simple street near a simple part of the city, Arcade Israel Gannon was far from simple. At an early age he showed signs of slightly advanced intelligence as well as a knack for helping around a local clinic that has ceased closed it's doors. Wanting better for himself our then young medical student now full fledged doctor sought out avenues into the medical field. From a simple stitch of a young ones cut to a complex organ transplant or harvest depending on who was paying more. you see even with the love of working on patients to heal our good doctor held a secret skill for causing harm to others through his medical skill. Now skill in both aspects has not gone unnoticed by all sides. The only goal for now however is simply to get rich and stay alive. Simple enough task but rather difficult when playing the neutral card.
Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕Sara JamesAʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕none
Aɢᴇ﹕17
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ February 26
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕8 pm
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕straight
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕none
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕theater student
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕acting, reading
Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕tall, dark skin and frizzy hair
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕5'10"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕Denée Benton
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Sara is extroverted and optimistic, a bit naive at times. She tries to be friendly but comes off rude. Being from the fortunate parts of town, there are many things and people she does not understand.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Sara has lived a fairly comfortable life all these years in the City, going about what could be called a normal life. Her parents run a stable business and her brother is a respected doctor. Perhaps her parents wanted her to take up such a trade but have nothing against her pursuing acting.
done. and anotherNᴀᴍᴇ﹕Sylvia Resnik Dunne
Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs﹕none
Aɢᴇ﹕20
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ October 4th
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕12 am
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕straight
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕single
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕leaning toward city council
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ballet dancer
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ she has little time for anything but dancing
Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕
Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ﹕lighter dark skin, curly sort-for-reddish-ish brown hair, brown eyes.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕5'8"
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕Amber Gray (Helene from Natasha and Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812)
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕Sylvia is a caring mentor and cousin to Sara. She is the one who inspired her into taking up the arts. Sylvia does not have much interest in politics unless it directly affects her actual interests, like the people and things she loves
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕Sylvia's brother-in-law in close to the council and presses her to become such but she finds a way out every time her brings it up. She has, like Sara, lived in the city most of her life but is starting to wonder if there is something beyond the city that will give her the key to her her life that she has been searching for. At the present, she has little time for it.
❛ tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏsᴘᴇʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇs· · · Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ...
ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ of my heartιғ yoυ love мe let me go
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straight ; male ; neutral; 25; born on December 29th ━━ [ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ]
♠ ] Alexavier, or Xavier as he prefers to be called, looks nothing like everyone else probably because he isn't like anyone else you ever met. With wavy, and maybe even messy given that it's uncared for, dark hair, he looks like a predator on loose - but an attractive one. His eyes resemble the color of teal but its some shades darker, and his pale skin contrasts sharply with his dark and enhanced features. [portrayed by sam witwer]
━━━━━ Assᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜɪᴇs 
from ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴏf ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs━━━━━♠ ] X avier was born to abusive father Matthew and neglectful mother Mary and with his twin sister, Lillah. If there was one thing that brightened him up it was his sister. He spent most of his leisure with her on their roof, and he was always very protective of her. Growing up, nobody could tell they were twins; it was like he was the older one and she, the brighter one. They redefined the meaning of inseparable.
━━━━━ Tʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏsᴘᴇʟ 
for Tнe Vᴀɢᴀʙᴏɴᴅs━━━━━♠ ] A s a child, Xavier was happy. His mother, though uncaring of their needs, made sure he and Lilah were left unharmed by their father, and children are usually too innocent to notice the little whispers or the hidden bruises of their parents. But Xavier, at 14, figured it out first and that wasn't pleasant because he found out the worst way ━━ he witnessed it and so did Lilah.
♠ ] I t wasn't exactly an ordinary day but it wasn't abnormal. Tempers were running high, sure, but that had happened before. Lilah was bubbling and giggling about something that had happened at school but Xavier was noticing how his father's patience decreased by the second. The tapping of fingers increased, his eyebrow furrowed, his comments to Lilah getting ruder, his cheeks flushing. It was the first time Xavier noticed how his mother seemed to be growing more and more quiet until the only noise was Lilah's cheery chatter and that seemed to do more bad than good. It wasn't long till Matthew's fist came on the table, silencing his sister and that angered Xavier - was it so wrong for someone to be happy in the household? Upon some related comment, Matthew's fist struck their mother, tainted by Lilah's piercing screams that enraged and shook Xavier even more. It was the first time that the siblings had seen such an open portray of abuse and Xavier decided it would be the last.
Oh Tнe Fᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ Aᴘᴀʀᴛ ──♠ ] I t was difficult to convince Lilah to stay put but after he finally managed to stow away his sister and mother into their rooms, he took out their backup funds and packed them together in a duffle bag before offering it to his father. The offer was simple; take the money and disappear and never return or Xavier knows the right people to call, the people the father owes some money to thanks to his gambling. The answer was simpler ── no, and don't bother me again. But once Xavier has his mind set, nothing will budge him. Once his father realizes the same, its not long till they both get into a nasty fight just like Xavier prepared himself for. Things start going downhill soon, but in the end, Xavier raised the vase and his father passed away in a head wound.
♠ ] M aybe this was the start of his sadism, but it was enough to be disgusted with himself as he buried the body. Afterwards, things were stable. The mother, though still uncaring, grew better mentally and Lilah was able to be much more free. Though he had to work hard and be the pillar of the family, knowing that Lilah was now able to do whatever she wanted was enough for him [ ━━ Tʜᴇɪʀ ɢɴᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs ᴄᴏɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ]
Everything went wrong on their 16th birthday.
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♠ ] I t was cold and snowing heavily on their birthday and on Lilah's stubborn request, he finally scraped an ice skating rink for her. In the evening, while their mother finally got out of bed and baked them a cake, Lilah discreetly came out on the ice rink despite his warnings on how the ice is yet to set properly and is too thin. On finding out Xavier rushed out but was too late. Lilah was standing on cracking, skinny ice that couldn't hold for long. Terrified, Xavier started forward for help but just then, the electricity went out; it was fatal.
♠ ] I t was a fumble in the dark. Lilah's scream ran out paired with the loud noise of the ice breaking under pressure, and the splash of water as Lilah went under with Xavier's yell and their mother's cry. The darkness was smothering and they could see nothing, only hear more ice crackling. All Xavier could do was hear ━━━ hear and feel fear he's never felt before, feel the ground underneath as he ran and ran towards the noises. By the time the electricity returned, he had been swimming in the dark, cold, murky waters under the ice looking for his sister only to never really find her and that was enough to develop his fear of the dark.
♠ ] N othing could stop Xavier now; the one thing that balanced him was gone and things had gone fully downhill, especially after his mother passed away to illness. It was through Lilah's death that Xavier became so angry ━━ angry at the world, angry at fate, angry at time, angry on everything that he could blame for Lilah. Though its an event that clearly is kept silent, he remembers every day, every morning, every night; but that doesn't stop him from being who he is...quite the opposite really.
━━━━━ Cᴏɴfᴇssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴘᴏsᴛᴀsɪᴇs 
led ᴀᴡᴀy by perfect ɪᴍᴘᴏsᴛᴇʀs ━━━━━
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❝ Dying isn't that bad.. Every bit of energy inside us﹐ every particle will live on as something else; maybe as a dragonfish﹐ a microbe﹐ maybe burn in a supernova ten billion years from now. And every bit of energy in us was once existent in something else entirely ﹣ the moon﹐ a storm cloud﹐ a mammoth...❞
Ella is a very pretty girl with silky, wavy caramel hair falling to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes sometimes has a tint of amber under different rays of light, and her skin is pale, but complimented by a natural, radiant glow. Her features are detailed sharply, with beautiful cheeks, a sculpted mouth, angel eyes, and a sharp nose and frail shoulders curtained by her showering hair. She's usually seen wearing casual clothes like flannel, shirts, or jeans. She's the type of simple, natural beauty. It is very easy to notice how different she is just by looking at her; she has a different glimmer to her eyes and a rather curious smile than a bright one.
However, sometimes, Ella does fall apart. This is because she sometimes feels the smartest in the room, hence feeling 'the odd one out'. She is unable to 'dumb herself down' for people'. She hates undervaluing herself, and nobody likes somebody who triumphs them. She's left being alone, with no one to encourage or support her.
The first thing to know about Ella is that she's different, in a superior way. Her mind is brilliant and sharp, and full of immense knowledge. She overtruimphed all students in her grades by the age of 6. By 10, she had already encrypted a biological thermodynamic model that has not been solved before. Because of her brilliant capabilities, she's often been used by both council and resistance.
Ella knows her brilliance and capabilities are one of a kind. She doesn't undervalue herself, on the contrary, she uses it to become better, if that's possible. She sometimes uses the method of Ioci, a method invented to meditate to improve mental ability. She simplified the Ceaser shift by the age of 13, and her loyalty to science and studies promises her future to be bright. Her IQ level is immeasurably high, and sometimes, she is so brilliant she is unable to socially interact with anyone. She doesn't mind that ━ as long as she has science by her side, she needs no friends...
...or at least that's what she tells herself, as she lies in bed all alone, thinking of how nice it would be to just have someone, anyone to support her...
── eyeѕ мαĸe peαce wιтн dιғғιcυlтιeѕ
Her personality is shaped by her history. She's a good girl who likes following the rules and likes approval but hates underestimation and being used for her capability. She loves talking to people about science, which is one area she is most loyal to. She loves science and dedicates her time and life to discovering it. Her favorite field is astronomy and chemistry, but she's fully capable of mastering both. Her childhood was tainted by the frequent travelling by her father so now she has developed a disliking of living in one place too long. She loves road trips and likes isolating herself, though she does feel lonely sometimes when she does that.
── I doɴ'т ĸɴow wнere I'м ɢoιɴɢ
━━━━━ wᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ lιpѕ
and ѕυcн ѕαlтed cнeeĸѕ ━━━━━Eleanor, or Ella as everyone adoringly nicknamed her, was left motherless when she was abandoned and left carelessly in the arms of her father. Her mother wanted no responsibility, and no ties to her father, even if it was her own daughter. Ella knew little about her mother, and cared even less; it was always father and daughter against the world. Her father wasn't exactly encouraging her interest in studies but not disapproving it either. As long as she was happy, healthy and not too loud, it was fine with him. Because of their somewhat deprived state, she and her father moved from place to place in the city, and that's partly why Ella is now never able to settle down.
Wherever Ella went, she was adored by the adults but left alone by people her age; she was just too smart for them. And lack of friends hurt her more than she let on, especially when no one applauded when she encrypted a biological thermodynamic model, or when she proved by using pyrokenetic physics that the temperature in fire is actually dependable on the atmosphere, or when she planned the entire round include the isostasy and the earth's gravitational equilibrium for support of her theory on bottomless pits.
Nobody listened with attention when she showed all of them these and instead resorted to a little journal where she stored all her ideas; it was enough to make her upset for a long time.
On her 16th birthday, it was the council that knocked on her door to help them evaluate their scientific theory on theordynamtic pyrogenes. Eleanor was ecstatic; she was always neutral when it came to sides but what mattered was that there was at least someone who appreciated her, who can possibly understand her. Her father stood uncertainly and protestant as she packed up, ready to leave for the research lab and to stay in an apartment in the heart of the city. But she left her heartbroken father anyway, tired of dimming her own light just because the others weren't as bright as she is. Maybe it was a mistake, but she was happy and to both of them, that's what mattered, and that's what he knew as her father quietly passed away in his sleep one night, not long after her departure.
After her death, Ella struggled to cope with her logical and her human side. Her logical subconscious kept reciting all the ways of how death is just another biological step, that his molecules are now everywhere, how this is meant to be but her human side broke her down to pieces, and she emerged someone new ━━ someone sick of going to anyone who pays her attention but resorting to herself, only, and to prove the world that one day she would be the one to help save it. She didn't want to be dependent, to be needy ━━━ she was a genius, a precious gem, and she wasn't going to let anyone treat or say anything otherwise.
Ella remained neutral, though always a bit more friendly to the resistance if they ever needed help. She devoted time and age to theories and inventions and discovery, but always remained a bit lonely. However, a lot of things changed when she met hacktivist Tristan Blake, another genius not quite equal to her but as close as anybody could come. Tristan devoted his smarts to illegal hacking or technicalities mechanics and though she disapproved, they developed what seemed like some sort of friendship. But unlike her, he was popular and beloved, and she was left wondering why she wasn't.
After helping the resistance stop a biochemical attack on one of their warehouses, Ella was spotted and once again recruited by the council government. She repeated her motto to them ━━ my loyalty is with none except science ━━ but all they wanted as just her help, a bit of her aid to plan some weapons or develop some gases. Unable to refuse but still not willing, Ella agreed to help them as long as they kept her anonymous for fear of getting caught by the resistance. Even though she always said she was only loyal to herself and science, she knew the resistance would act swiftly and brutally if they found out that one of their own 'helpers' were also helping their enemy. But the government failed to keep their promise and the resistance did act brutally; Ella came back to her apartment only to find it in pieces. The walls were splattered with hideous and different colors of paint, the floor sticky with the same biochemical slime that Ella engineered for their machines, all her precious study books burnt, her furniture destroyed and most importantly, all her journals savagely torn out. Some may call her lucky that the resistance didn't harm her physically, but that blow hurt more than anything else, and she forgave neither resistance nor government, and cried herself through the night.
After that, Ella learnt. Knowledge wasn't enough to protect yourself in the city, but defense could do that. Just because she was a good girl didn't mean she had to be a damsel; plus, who would be willing to save her in distress anyways? And with that, she started learning: guts, combat, self-defense, knife, anything that can help her survive in this world, the world that undervalues and abuses innocent people, smart people, weak people. The world was a cruel place, cruelest to the weak and she was not going to stand by and allow herself to be abused. Never again.
So who is Eleanor Meghan Kyle now? She was a genius with one friend, a politically neutral person who was dependent, a strong and logical woman trying to make a difference in the world. Trying to save the city from its own corruption. But sometimes Eleanor wonders to herself, as to how long will it take until she gives up?
Mod
"I’ve always felt so closed off and alone. He took advantage of that weakness and now I am worse than nothing. I am but a shell."
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Malvina Vasilievna Sadykova (Мальвина Василиeвнa Садыковa)
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Skull Grimm
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Mal, Vinny.
│ Aɢᴇ │19
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ October 26th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 11:00pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Scorpio
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Complicated
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Continuously Complicated.
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ N/A
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
N/A (brother brings her places).
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Nadezhda Sadykova
Relation » Mother |◦ 38 » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Vasiliy Sadykov
Relation » Father |◦ 42 » ◦| Status » Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Name Yakov Sadykov
Relation » Brother |◦ 21 » ◦| Status » Alive
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Name Unnamed
Relation » Twin |◦ -- » ◦| Status » Deceased
"What do you see when you look at me? I am an object, I'm a doll that enjoys to dress up and pretends the bad guys always get it in the end."
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Black
│ Eʏᴇs │ One blue, one dark brown.
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│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Flawless skin, pale.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slender figure, thin, hourglass.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Chloé Coulloud
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
Often:
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck? I already handle the devil, I don't need to deal with a demon."
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Apathetic
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ Makeup Artist.
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Dabbling with makeup, drawing, reading, designing.
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Alexithymia, PTSD.
│ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs │
Social Anxiety, Insomnia, Selective Mutism, Depression, heterochromia iridis.
"Are you scared yet? You should be. I have nothing to lose."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
She's very intense, very dark but always seems to be calm and quiet. It's rare to see her shout let alone become explosive. She is one of those scary calm people, when she's pissed she's even more calm but her eyes promise death. Don't expect sympathy or regret from her because she acts like she has no emotions. Of course this mainly comes out when she is not in the presence or immediate danger of her brother. One thing she definitely is, is creepy to an extent, movements slow and calculated. She is unable to express her emotions properly so when she does she expresses what she's thinking by body language, her reaction but having alexithymia means she doesn't comprehend emotions, even fully develop her own.
She's dull, lifeless, just someone that's there but despite she'd observant, intelligent and seems wise beyond her years. She is easily frightened though, especially when she knows her brother is nearby or close and keeps to herself, masking herself to make herself feel protected.
She constantly on guard and her insomnia doesn't usually affect her too much though it just means she doesn't have too much energy. She also seems to have an inner voice within her mind that is a completely separate personality from her’s, her hidden thoughts and desires most like which is basically the polar opposite of her actual personality.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Darkness
☻ Reading
☻ Being Alone
☻ Makeup(costume/special effects)
☻ Animals
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Sleep
☹ People
☹ Arrogance
☹ Intimacy
☹ Abuse
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Inability to really feel(comprehend what she's feeling)
✮ 'Movie' Makeup
✮ Appear Intimidating (creepy)
✮ Quick and deadly
✮ Intelligent
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Inability to comprehend emotions(know her emotions)
☆Insomnia
☆ Physical Strength
☆ Strength
☆ Inability to speak for herself
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Her Brother
✗ Abuse
✗ Intimacy
✗ "Mine" (the word)
✗ Small Tight Spaces
"No matter how far I run, how well I hide, he will always find me and will make me repent my actions."
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
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Malvina’s many great grandfather and his family were originally from Russia but were refugees hiding in the city for some time until things cooled off. His father had been wrongly accused of a crime he didn't commit that would have wiped out his whole family along with his which had them sneaking out and taking refuge in the city. By the time they properly integrated into society within the city and learned English (though at home spoke in Russian, the language has been nearly lost over time so Malvina only knows a few words but the family retained the accent, pacing from generation to generation (with the whole kids hearing the accent when their parents talked and developed it themselves etc) as well as the tradition of naming new generations russian names) the wall around the city had been put up and they found themselves stuck, not that they had many other options.
Eventually down the line to Malvina’s parents who were arranged to get married by their grandparents unaware that they did in fact share this russian lineage though it was a few generations off but it was enough to effect their first born. They hadn't loved each other, more like disliked each other earnestly, but they had grown to like and enjoy each other's company, although not enough to call it love.
They had Yakov one year after they officially been married though the arrangement had been planning since Mal’s mother had been age four. Yakov was a normal and adorable infant but as soon as he learned how to walk and move his body in the way he mostly wanted it to, it became evident that something was off about him. Similar to Mal’s case, once Yakov wasn't dependent on them and could be permanently be left with a nanny, they did just that leaving him with the feeling of being unloved which only spend the decaying of his tainted mind.
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Along with Yakov’s unusual personality from such a young age, when Malvina was born two years after her older brother, she was born with an oddity, her eyes being a completely different colour from the other. This may be due to the genetics of the same lineage remixing once again additional to the fact that Mal’s mother originally was pregnant with twins before she got the ultrasound but before Mal’s twin could actually develop they morphed together into one entity instead of two explaining the second eye colour, the eye colour of her twin.
For some unexplainable reason, as an infant and older, Malvina was subconsciously aware of the fact she had technically killed her twin though no one or even herself was truly aware. Despite she sensed something was amiss, even as a child which caused a depression to develop at a young age.
Due to this, she didn't cry once as an infant, not when she came out of the wound, not when she had nightmares or was upset. She rarely made a noise but no one found it odd cause the nanny or her parents didn't care and Yakov was too young and not mentally correct to realize it wasn't natural.
As soon as she was brought home and Yakov saw his new sister for the first time and something just clicked in his mind as soon as he peered into the crib after their parents went to bed and he comforted Mal when she was having a nightmare that she long had forgotten. That was the first time the small child decided that this little girl that was supposedly his sister was all his. He was only two.
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Much like what happened with Yakov, as soon as she was old enough to be left alone with the nanny (who rarely was actually around looking after them, more watching TV) while they fell back deep into work without much care for them. They looked and seemed like the perfect family though, married couple with a older son and youngest daughter. However, due to the fact no one actually looked after the siblings, Yakov was left to do really whatever he pleased. In the beginning he was a kind brother that was always there for Mal, someone she grew to like from an early age. He was the only that got her to open up a bit when she was a kid, since much like her infant years, she rarely made a sound, tended to be closed off and sad due to this subconscious depression. She looked up to him, he was the one teaching her everything she needed to know since, despite his odd morality, he was actually very clever and was able to pick things up easily and teach himself what he needed to know. Yakov basically raised her as a child, teaching her to talk, walk, potty training and even riding a bike at some point. Malvina adored her brother, her first word was bobo, since pronouncing brother was basically impossible at that time, but she knew something about their relationship was wrong, besides the fact he was more of a parent to her than their actual parent, but he seemed to act more affectionate and possessive than she thought parents were like. Eventually when she was four, she knew how to read and write because Yakov taught her to after he learned himself but also at this point their parents didn't bother with the nanny and had Yakov looking after her, despite the fact he was already doing that.
The next year Yakov began attending school and Malvina was left alone in the house during the day so she tended to read but eventually she'd ended up in her mom's room and began playing with her make up, the beginning of her interesting in becoming a makeup artist.
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However, once Yakov began attending school and teaching her what he was being taught, he began changing, subtle at first, becoming more temperamental and possessive, overprotective and lecturing her on the dangers of the real world, especially the people in it. By the time it was her turn to begin school (despite how much Yakov tried to convince their parents to hire a private tutor or have her take online courses) she had developed a fear of people and the outside world, the city in general.
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At the age of eight, despite her older brother’s opinion, she began attending the same school as him. She was terrified and therefore easily became isolated and an outcast. She didn't have a hard time in school besides the social issue. She knew most of the content due to her brother and soon was doing work that exceeded her fellow peers which only isolated her more.
It wasn't until she was nine when she made her first friend in school, a younger girl who had not minded how quiet and closed off she was, determined to make her bloom from her shell and nicknaming her Vinny.
Unfortunately, she told Yakov one day after school and that is when he freaked out at her, shouting at her and that was the first time he hit her and she stared at him in shock and saw not only anger but enjoyment. She avoided him for a few weeks after that, staying friends with the girl but about a month later Yakov snapped. He came into her room and beat her black and blue for betraying him and being a bad girl. He told he would keep punishing her if she stayed friends with the girl and would do it again if she were to befriend anyone else. “You are mine ” he said and left, leaving her seconds from unconsciousness with a muddle of thoughts. She had not cried once when she underwent the beating.
A week later when she'd healed from her injuries, she broke off the friendship brutally and rushed out of there, feeling emptier than she'd ever been. She developed a sort of social anxiety because of this traumatic experience and avoided anything with people, especially group work and presenting in front of the class. She took her brother's warning to heart and avoided people as much as she could, soon becoming a target for bullies who hounded her mercilessly. Though some would mysteriously disappear without a trace and would end up dead days later.
Not soon later, at age 12, Yakov began to change once more, becoming even more possessive and controlling, he'd abuse her whenever he saw or heard of her looking or doing something he didn't like. She was just his possession, a real life doll that he wanted to dictate. It was so bad that she began wearing long sleeves and pants year round just to hide the bruises. She could only endure two years of this treatment as well as the bullying before she simply stopped going to school and locked herself in her room only letting Yakov in because she knew she would be punished if she defied him.
Throughout this time, their parents weren't even around, they had chosen to buy a flat closer to their work and left them completely alone in their house which was just a large two floored flat. They were left to their own devices with a large allowance so it wasn't a surprise they were ignorant to the abuse and the fact she dropped out of school.
The only benefit of dropping out was that Yakov stopped abusing her for the most part of course but she made sure to stay on his good side. He also made sure she knew the content she was missing and became her tutor of sorts. It almost returned to how it used to be, she had loads of time to read and work on makeup designs which had become a coping mechanism for her as well as a passion. The only difference, where the abuse mostly stopped, the inappropriate touching began. Mal was fourteen and so her body was maturing and for that reason an attraction for his sister developed in the twisted mind of Yakov. It wasn't anything too intense at first, though she fought at first and was punished for it so she soon gave up and let him do whatever because she knew there was nothing she could do. Eventually it escalated but he had yet to tually rape her so she was praying he wouldn't actually do that to her but she'd given up hope on him a long time ago.
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When Malvina was 16, Yakov finally dropped off the deep end and committed an act that would forever scar her. He did the ultimate claim, he raped her, mated with her and took the last of her firsts. Mal didn't cry was she was pinned and brutally raped by her brother despite the agony that tore through her body. She had fought at first but a quick hit reminded her of her place and she was just a limp rag doll for the rest of the incident. He had completely destroyed her, there was no coming back after that.
Her life continued much like that, being terrified of her brother who treated her as something he could play with and do whatever the fuck he wanted with it. He went out and got a job and left her to her own devices and those days were a gift in disguise, gave her small amounts of freedom from the monster tormenting her life. She continued her passion with makeup, though she loved creating different and interesting looks with the makeup and face paint. She didn't bother asking if she could get a job, recalling all up well what happened when she was involved with other people.
Malvina was 18 when shit flipped around and knocked her already twisted world upside down. Their parents, who they actually forget even existed due to their nonexistence in their life, had made a sudden visit that none of them were expecting. So they happened to walk in on Yakov raping Malvina once again in the living area. To say they were horrified was an understatement, Yakov wasn't even fazed and continued until he finished and didn't even acknowledge them until he was ready for them. Malvins on the other hand was barely conscious on the couch as she stared at her parents, more like sperm donor and birther since they hadn't done shit for them and least of anything for her.
Once they fell out of their shocked state and Yakov finally addressed them, they commanded him to leave and never step foot in this place or talk to Mal again. For the first time in a long time, Malvina felt hope that nearly bubbled over only to be crushed when Yakov refused and was blatantly pissed. She knew this wouldn't turn out good and couldn't look away as Yakov grabbed the closest weapon, breaking off the coffee table’s leg and used that yo beat their mother to death and nearly got stabbed by their father. Yakov only dropped the leg and used the knife as a weapon against their father and stabbed him repeatedly in his rage.
Malvina watched with a blank expression, staring at her parents’ dead corpses and felt absolutely nothing besides the desire to see Yakov's blood mixing with their blood. She was numb and in pain but was consumed by the hollow feeling. This was a turning curve, developing the cold and detachment she felt with the world around her. She had to ask it the blood looked very beautiful, a nice red colour and how she wished she had a colour like that. She didn't get to ponder long because yakov was dragging her up off the couch and towards the door, pass their dead parents and all she could do was stare. Once they passed their corpses and hesitated and glanced at the knife she held in his hands, having the immense desire to grab it from him and use it to spill his blood on the floor with their parents’ she wanted him to pay for the shit he put her through.
She went for the knife as she stumbled after him and just before they reached the door she froze i, she hesitated and she couldn't do it. She ended up being dragged out of there by him and befalling a horrible life.
They soon were living in a smaller flat in the heart that was paid for by their inheritance as well as the job Yakov had. Their parents killer was never found and the case becoming cold and she never bothered wondering why and how.
Fortunately, oddly enough, after their parents demise, Yakov began to cool. He wasn't as possessive and controlling though it didn't disappear. He still touched her but he didn't beat her or rape her any more. He loosened the reins, almost like their parents’ death relieved something mentally for him. Malvina didn't question it any more than she had yo and used her newfound freedom to request to get a job, wanting to do something with her passion. With some rules he allowed her to do this, much to her relief and in a few short months had made herself known in the fashion/beauty/makeup world. She was known as Skull Grimm though and she got a slice of happiness though Yakov was still over bearing but it wasn't as intense like it had been when she went to school thankfully.
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She is still currently working as a makeup artist while he began a job that allowed him to work from home. She still lives with him and he is still pretty much dictating her life as if he owned her but he rarely abused her now-a-days though it still happened as well as the rape, once a week on average, sometimes more sometimes less. She has given up on hope of true freedom of him so has thrown herself in her job though very aware of the rules set out for her.
"We're done here."
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Part One
▐ ❝The loser hides behind a mask of my disguise, and who I am today is worse than other times. You don't know what I've done.❞│┃ＢＡＳＩＣ ┃│Nᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Scotti London Steele
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹕ Scott
Aʟɪᴀs﹙ᴇs﹚﹕ Scotty Landon Steele
Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ﹕
Scotty: From Scotland; a Gael
Steele: Steel or metal
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Aɢᴇ﹕ 22
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ January 2
Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ﹕ 3:45
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ﹕ Female
Sᴇx﹕ Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕ Pansexual
Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ Single
Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs﹕
Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ Dinivit
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕ Undercover as Diablor
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕ Playing with matches, climbing buildings, throwing knives
▐ ❝You don't know my brain the way you know my name. You don't know my heart the way you know my face. You don't know what I've done.❞│┃ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ ┃ │Iᴍᴀɢᴇ﹕
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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕ Brittenelle Fredericks
Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ﹕ White
Hᴀɪʀ Lᴇɴɢᴛʜ﹕ Short, buzzed on the sides longer on the top
Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ﹕ Silver gray
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ﹕ 5'9
Bᴜɪʟᴅ﹕ Slim and androgynous
Pʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ﹕
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▐ ❝You're dead cause how could you sleep at a time like this? Life is up here but you comment below. When the comments will always become common, motivation to promote, you choose the next episode.❞│┃ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ ┃│Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ﹕
For the most part, Scott is a pretty relaxed person. She's chill and can deal with almost anything, though of course she has a few triggers like everyone. Takes a lot to make her mad, but when she does get mad she goes off. Luckily she doesn't let it make her violent or anything, but when she's pissed off she makes sure that you know it.
She's not cruel or sadistic, but she does have a ruthless streak. If she has a task to do and she is committed to it, Scott will do almost anything to get it done. She'll avoid hurting people if possible, but if it's necessary, well.... she is very proficient at it. If she wants something done she will get it done, no matter what. If someone gets in her way then, well, she'll deal with it. In one way or another.
Her other main problem is that she is very vengeful. If something bad happens because of someone, she will make them pay. No matter what it takes, they will pay for whatever they did and she will make that happen.
Though she's talkative, she isn't exactly what you'd call chatty. She likes to talk but there's always a topic in mind, no random small talk for her. Most of the time her conversations are at least half innuendos. Of course she never means any of them, but to her it's funny. And the shocked reactions are totally worth it for her. And if people don't like her double entendres, well then it's their problem and not hers. She's also highly sarcastic, which makes talking to her quite interesting.
In school she paid more attention in gym class than in the classroom. Her grades were pretty good, nothing spectacular but nothing horrible. So she's not especially book smart, but she's quick at thinking on her feet and picking stuff up, and is actually pretty clever. She's amazing at gym and sports, and was the track star at school. It's easy for her to run and jump, and she's learned to apply it to more real life situations, scaling buildings and leaping from rooftop to rooftop without a problem.
Her current issues are a bit more troubling. She's currently having some drug issues that she's trying hard to fight, knowing what happened to her mother. But like her mother she's fighting a losing battle. To make it even worse she's also bordering on alcoholic, though she wouldn't call it that. She jokes and calls it 'advanced drinking,' unwilling to face her problems. The smoking she really just doesn't bother with. It's not a big deal, and she's able to use it to play with her matches. She's a bit of a firebug, and she loves playing with fire. she doesn't have to set buildings on fire (though that'd be fun), hers is just more subtle. She always has a lighter and/or matches on her, and she's usually just playing with one of them.
Lɪᴋᴇs▸
▸ Fire
▸ Running
▸ Jumping
▸ Makeup
▸ Casual conversation
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs﹕
▸ Anything stereotypically masculine
▸ Being male
▸ Singing
▸ Bullying
▸ Jock types
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs﹕
▸ Close combat
▸ Knives
▸ High pain tolerance
▸ Disguising herself
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs﹕
▸ Guns
▸ Friends
▸ Addiction
Fᴇᴀʀs﹕
▸ Being humiliated
▸ Burning to death
▸ Dying a male
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs﹕
┇Daggers
┇Hand to hand
┇Fire
┇Throwing Knives
┇Samoan Fire Knife
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Part Two
▐ ❝Release me from the present, I’m obsessing, all these questions. Why I’m in denial that they tried this suicidal session.❞Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ﹕
Scotty's mother, Rydel, always had issues. For starters she was a drug addict, having started when she was young. She fought it her whole life, but she always fought hardest when she was pregnant. She had two children, and failed the first time. Her first child, Sidney, was born without major issues. At first at least. Later on signs were shown, but they didn't know until it was too late. But Rydel was determined that her next child, 4 years later, there would be no risk. She did much better with her second child, though immediately after Scott was born she fell back into her old habits. But her husband, Lucas, never knew she relapsed. He trusted his wife to stay off of them.
But when Scott was 4, that was when Lucas found out. They had a huge fight, the biggest in their history. Rydel was high at the time, and whacked out completely. She ended up killing Lucas, and when she came down from her high, she panicked. Despite their arguments she had loved Lucas. And finding out he was dead, and realizing that she had killed him, she couldn't deal with that. Rydel killed herself, overdosing with the drugs.
So Scott and his sister where sent to live with their father's father out on the farm, their grandfather Thomas. He wasn't quite right, having fought in the war and never having gotten over it. He didn't realize the war was over, and was determined that his side would win. He thought that he should train his new charges to fight, and focussed on Scotty. After all, Scott was the boy. Thomas pushed him hard from a young age, forcing him to train in basically every way possible. But his ideas were a bit antiquated. There was weapons training from the very beginning. It started when he was seven, just getting used to being around knives and guns and everything.
As Scotty grew older the training graduated, updating from the practice, getting used to stuff to the real work. He actually got to use the weapons, well, he had to use the weapons. Scott was always the rebellious type, especially when he was being forced into doing something. Sometimes the weapons were fun and all, but he didn't like the whole have to use them to train thing. He never wanted to hurt anyone, despite Thomas conditioning him to be a soldier. His least favorite part of the day was the daily 'Test'. Once a day, at random times, Thomas would find some kind of different way to torture Scott. To teach him how to deal with pain, apparently.
Scott started avoiding Thomas, going out of his way to try and make an excuse to not be there. He noticed that his sister was doing the same, and the two of them started hanging out more, helping each other avoid Thomas. Of course, Sidney knew why Scotty avoided him. But he didn't know why she did. But they enjoyed each other's company, of course. He just accepted it. She stood up to Thomas for him sometimes, and he adored her for it.
He came to admire the way his sister lived. How free she was, how much people liked her, everything. Knowing how he wanted to be more like her, Sidney gave him her old clothes, though only the more androgynous ones, t-shirts and things. But he began to like them more. As time went on he wore the clothes from his sister more, and she was smart enough to realize this. She gave him more and more of her clothes, and at last just told him that he could borrow any of her clothes, whenever he wanted to. Just keep them neat, and try not to rip them. And not burn them, with her little fire bug quirks.
Obviously Scott was overjoyed, going through his sister's stuff to find something he liked. He never did tell his grandfather, and he was smart enough to not wear the girly ones around his grandfather. But when Thomas would make a run into town now and then, and Sidney wasn't around, Scott liked to play with her makeup. He knew it wasn't exactly normal and kept it hidden, even from his very open-minded sister. But of course, it could only last so long, and Sidney found out. But she didn't care. She was more than happy to teach him how to use it, though even more cautious about Thomas finding out than Scott was.
After a while, Scott's tastes in his sister's clothes were more intense. He liked the more feminine things, and he identified with her more and more. Sidney was perfectly fine with this, and started buying stuff that would fit Scott better. When he asked, she got it for him. It helped him put up with Thomas's 'training'. He had never really been comfortable in his own skin, but had assumed that was a normal thing. But he managed to figure it out and find himself: or rather, herself. The instant he realized he wasn't a he, everything went easier. She still went with the name Scotty, but liked the spelling with an -i better. It fit her better. She told her sister what she had discovered, and Sidney was overjoyed that she had found herself. Of course, she was already 16, but it was better than never.
To celebrate, Sidney bought her a nice clubbing dress and they snuck out to the town. This became a regular thing, sneaking out a minimum of three nights a week to hang out with Sidney's friends, who didn't even recognize Scotti as Sidney's brother until they told them. But sidney had good friends and they just accepted it, and Scotti finally had someone besides just her sister. They were happy to help Scott with her transition, buying some of the hormones for her and more girl clothes. At home Scott kept them in Sidney's room, not daring to tell her grandfather.
But of course nothing lasts forever, and one night Thomas caught them sneaking back in. Scott was fabulous that night, with a brand new dress and she was feeling great. But Thomas destroyed that in a heartbeat. He flipped out completely, throwing away all of Scott's things and Sidney, not wanting Scott to have access to anything feminine. They tried to explain everything to him, but Thomas was far too set in his old fashioned ways. He wanted to send Scotti to an insane asylum. Both sisters fought hard against it, but there was nothing they could do and the next day, off she was to the asylum.
It was hell for her there. Scott was an attractive guy and an attractive girl. And being sent to the asylum because she felt like a girl, they removed all female traces from anything she had access to. She was in the male section, and of course some of them didn't exactly take it well. Many of the people were violent, and they didn't exactly approve of him being a her. Scotti was raped repeatedly, and most of the staff didn't believe her when they said that. They sent her through many different therapies, most of which were painful, mainly electroshock. Of course they excused it as for her firebug habits. Not that they bothered her, thanks to Thomas's training. But overall she couldn't deal with it, and after a month or two she broke out and headed back home to her sister.
And that was when Scotti discovered why Sidney had always avoided Thomas. Scotti walked in on him raping her older sister. She absolutely flipped out, but there was nothing she could do. Scott was locked in her room, and she could hear her sister crying. And though Scott had always disliked Thomas, this was what pushed her over the edge. She found matches hidden in her mattress, and decided to use them for something besides the little fire tricks and games she'd always done. Scott didn't like to hurt people, but she had enough of Thomas's bullying. So she lit the sheets on fire and broke out of the house, only stopping to pull out Sidney. She could see Thomas trying to come out of the burning building, but Scott didn't do anything. And Sidney was unconscious from the smoke, so she didn't stop her. Scotti watched him fall and burn, she could have saved him, but she didn't. Watching him, she made the decision to not save him.
The burning building attracted groups from the city, different gangs beating the rest of the town there. Obviously Scotti was scared of what they'd do to her, so she only partially told them the truth. All she said was that Thomas had pissed her off so she burned the house down. They were impressed with her assumed ruthlessness, and she was offered a place into the gang. She accepted, though she never told Sidney about it. As time went on she became a trusted member of her gang, trusted enough that they wanted to send her undercover as a guy. This was what didn't please her, and she finally revealed that she was transgender. She didn't want to return to her male self. But they didn't listen to her, and her current gang started making fun of her. Little things, calling her a him, getting male deodorant for her, it was enough to drive her to accept the undercover job, if only to get away from the teasing. But she was so upset it tipped her over the edge, and she became a drug addict the way her mother was.
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ﹕
Mother-Rydel-Deceased
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Father-Lucas-Deceased
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Grandfather-Deceased
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Older Sister-Alive-26
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▐ ❝So your brain knows to keep going even though hope is far from this moment. But you would not know it gets better when morning finally rears its head.❞
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| Nᴀᴍᴇ | Graedon Dakota Elliot
| Aʟɪᴀsᴇs ᴏʀ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs | Gray
| Aɢᴇ | 21
| Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | March 12
| Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 3:01 AM
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Genderfluid (view spoiler)
| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Panromantic Demisexual
| Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs | Secretly dating Mysie
| Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ | Their friends
| Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Manager of Bellmyn's Bookstore and Diner
| Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs | Reading, hacking, playing instruments (mostly piano, violin, and guitar)
| Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ | Gray has a slender build that they, depending on their gender, will manipulate to appear masculine, feminine, or somewhere in between. They have short hair that often changes styles and colors (which is currently brown) and various tattoos and piercings (view spoiler) that they may or may not cover up. Occasionally, Gray even wears a long wig instead of their real hair. Gray's clothing also fluctuates based on their gender, but they tend to dress like they're either going to a club or like they're homeless without much of an in-between.
| Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ | 5'7
| Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ | Ruby Rose
| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ |
Gray has been instructed since they were young in many different arts. They're skilled in many subjects, among those being the playing of many classical instruments, fighting (with words or fists), and virtually everything technological. Even the things they're not terribly good at, Gray is fairly quick at learning, since they're stubborn and refuse to be bested in even the simplest of things. Gray enjoys spending time with their group of friends, though making (or, more accurately, keeping) any new ones is a bit of a struggle. Gray is charming to the extreme -- they could probably con their way out of a paper bag if they wanted -- but they have a short attention span and find it hard to stick around with anyone they haven't already known a while.
Gray has never been one for shyness or subtlety; they're bold enough and blunt enough to do or try just about anything. They believe if they're going to be honest at all (and they aren't always very honest) they might as well not beat around the bush. Gray also loves the thrill and sense of accomplishment that comes from doing something absolutely stupid and because of the aforementioned stubbornness, Gray won't back down from a challenge. This helps them with their tendencies to flirt very openly and obnoxiously -- and with a high success rate, too. Prior to their secret relationship with Mysie, they flirted with anything and everything that blinked in their general direction, but now they keep to just their partner (except when around friends).
Another thing Gray has going for them is intelligence. They can solve almost any problem put in front of them without a hitch and are often looked to to do just that. However, one of the downsides of the combination of their smarts, confidence, and how ornery Gray is is their refusal to allow others to take the lead, be right, or even attempt assisting them. They've got in in their head that they've got everything under control and don't need anyone else, and they often have to be reminded by their friends that there's nothing wrong with asking for help. Though Gray would never say this out loud, they're terrified of things they don't know or understand and will do anything to alleviate that fear.
Gray is the type of person who jokes to cover up extreme emotions. They know that if they don't laugh, they'll cry, and crying is something that Gray finds weak. Sometimes it's nice to have someone ready with a joke or some sarcastic commentary, but Gray can be annoying around funerals or otherwise emotionally distressing settings.
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| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ |
Gray was born to not just two parents, but four. Their mothers, Leia and Tara had recently gotten married and wanted children, while their fathers, Venkat and Heden, had been engaged for a little while and desired the same. The foursome agreed to have children in vitro fertilization with shared custody once they were born.
Gray was born first, and their sister Yana followed a few hours later, but to a different mother. Their parents never disclosed who was born to whom, since they felt like that would somehow bias Gray or Yana (both still have their guesses). Yana and Gray were passed off as fraternal twins to everyone but close family friends and each set of parents had Yana and Gray for a week at a time. Heden and Venkat got married when their children were three.
All four of Gray and Yana's parents were extremely talented -- Leia with technology, Tara with music, Venkat with writing, and Heden in physical combat -- so their children acquired a variety of skills as well. It became clear when the pair was about five that Yana was more artistically inclined, while Gray adopted a mixture of their parents' skill sets.
Gray was six when one of their mothers died.
Leia was often exposed to dangerous chemicals while on the job (she was a radiologist at the hospital) and there had been a mishap with the radiation equipment. After being improperly protected for years while working at the hospital, Leia died of radiation poisoning. Both sides of Gray's family were devastated, especially Gray. They'd loved working with their mother on different projects on the home computer and hearing her work stories. One less mom meant one less person to be read to by, one less person to help them or Yana when they needed it. One less person to love them.
Tara recovered pretty quickly, though. Within a year, she was married to Kyle and acting as if nothing ever happened. Gray figured it was time for them to move on, too. They even met a new friend through their mother's babysitting, a girl two years younger named Pyper. Despite the age gap, Pyper and Gray grew close, and with Gray's first real friendship also came the realization that maybe they weren't exactly like other girls their age. With Yana, Gray had always assumed it was her who was the weird one and that Gray was normal. If neither Yana or Pyper felt the same way Gray did about certain (mostly gender related) things, well...Gray didn't want to think about what that meant.
Shortly thereafter, Gray and Yana discovered why their mother had been so quick to move on. Tara had been heavily abusing drugs for quite some time, apparently. Kyle found out not even a year into the marriage and not only did he demand a separation, but he took Gray and Yana (who still visited Heden and Venkat every other week) with him. Kyle was a lawyer and so were the rest of his friends, so it really wasn't any surprise. Gray was upset, for now they and Yana had no mothers whatsoever. For a short period of time, every time Heden and Venkat so much as raised their voices at each other, Gray and Yana feared for the worst. Even after Tara and the children ceased contact, Gray kept learning different musical instruments and practicing them in memory of her mother.
It was during this time, when Gray had only recently turned seven, that they met someone around their age by the name of Mysie at a park whilst moping. Mysie was looking for their sister (who was presumed dead), and as someone who deeply loved their sister and had lost both of their mothers, Gray wanted to do whatever they could to help. They even enlisted the assistance of Pyper, though none of them ended up being responsible for Zoraida's return.
Regardless, the three bonded (though Gray and Mysie were closer). Once school started, Gray often ended up helping Mysie with their parents' divorce, made easier by the fact Gray had undergone the same thing not even a year prior. Gray was worried Mysie would stay sad forever when, miraculously, Zor came back. Mysie was so much happier once Zor came back that Gray couldn't help but love Zor in their own way.
Kyle and Gray grew closer as well. Kyle taught Gray and Yana how to win arguments even against him and charm their way out of any situation, both skills Gray definitely would use later on in life. Kyle eventually started dating other people of all sorts of genders, eventually marrying Jillian, who was agender, when the children were thirteen. It was at their wedding, as Gray was putting on their bridesmaid dress, that they realized they weren't entirely female. For the next year or so, they played around with different pronouns and identities, finally deciding on genderfluid. Alexa and Jeon joined the group, and while Gray was originally wary of Jeon since Mysie didn't entirely trust him, they eventually grew to like them just as much as the rest. As they gained more and more friends and a fierce need to protect them, Heden showed Gray more and more about fighting, and they were soon able to fight just as effectively physically as they were verbally. Gray loved all of their friends and wanted to be able to protect them and themself as effectively as possible.
Love. It was a word Gray threw around like it didn't have meaning even back then. When they were fifteen, they became ridiculously flirty, and even though they weren't always attracted to the person, went out with half the city population. Everyone except their friends, and especially not Mysie. Everyone insisted they were in love, but they weren't. Mysie and Gray were just friends. Anything else and things could get dicey. Even with their ridiculous love life, Gray kept their grades up and began managing a bookstore almost immediately after graduating (partially due to Venkat's love for reading and the influence it had on Gray). It was while they were working a rather long shift at said bookstore when they got the news of Jeon's diagnosis. Gray and Jeon had grown rather close, since Gray had played a valuable part in gathering information for Jeon and helping him plan his pranks for Mysie. When he died, Gray felt like they'd lost a vital organ.
They were nineteen when they hacked the city council's computers. Gray'd never been a fan of the groups' council supporting, and after doing something they hated (reflecting over things they couldn't control--Leia's and Jeon's deaths, the separation of their parents) made a rather risky choice. However, it wasn't for nothing, as they ended up discovering that the council was in fact responsible for the death of Zor's adopted mother.
Gray was sickened, but shared the information with their friends. They were like Gray's family, after all. The group changed allegiances, choosing each other over anyone else, but primarily anti-council. It was in this moment, seeing Mysie's determination to stay true to their morals and finally getting how desperate they were for Mysie's approval that Gray realized that they were in love with Mysie -- for real.
It wasn't the same as most of the other relationships Gray had been in which is probably why it had taken them so long to figure it out, but figure it out they did. Shit.
Gray immediately freaked, thoughts flying around their head (though mostly themed around the likelihood of Mysie liking them back and how long it would take their friends to figure it out). Their original solution was to flirt even more obnoxiously than before. It would either cause Mysie to hint at (however subtly) their real feelings towards Gray or for Gray to lose interest in Mysie. Neither option really worked, so Gray decided to just go for it. Not in front of their friends, of course. If their friends saw, Gray would lose, and Gray hates losing. Jillian is probably one of the reasons Gray is so competitive, what with the pep talks they're so used to giving as a teacher. And compete Gray did. They'd squeeze in some sort of flirtation, however obvious the moment they and Mysie were alone. This went on for maybe a month, with Mysie seeming to grow increasingly uncomfortable as the days wore on. But Gray wasn't ready to give up -- not yet.
However, when Mysie told Gray, "It's not fair, Gray! You need to fucking stop!", Gray thought they might cry, as much as they hated it. Gray had been rejected by the person they'd been in love with for god only knows how long before realizing. Then, Mysie spilled about their secret crush on Gray and when the two of them kissed, Gray is pretty sure (while they'd never admit it) that they were crying tears of relief. No one could know about the kiss or the relationship to follow, though. Especially not Zor, Alexa, or Pyper. They couldn't let their friends have the best of them. Pyper did end up walking in on Gray and Mysie while they were kissing, but she was sworn to secrecy. Gray also told Yana, because as much as they and their sister fought, Gray told Yana everything, and Yana did the same. It was how the siblings kept each other in check. But other than those two, Mysie and Gray's secret was safe. For now, at least.
Family:
>> Leia Elliot; mother; dead
>> Tara Elliot ; mother; 39
>> Venkat Dakota; father; 37
>> Heden Dakota; father; 40
>> Kyle Jekyll; step-father; 38
>> Jillian Jekyll; step-parent; 40
>> Yana Dakota Elliot; sister; 21
"Me, a flirt? Is that what people are saying?"
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"I am the wolf, the quiet hunter, observing my prey and not always resulting to violence. Not only am I a wolf, I am the lone wolf, the most dangerous for I work alone and succeed alone."
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Ivanna Roselina Esteban
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ │
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│Aʟɪᴀsᴇs │ Ivi Eshana Diella
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Ivi, Rosey (Fathers’ Nickname).
│ Aɢᴇ │22
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ November 3rd
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 3:45pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Hospital
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Scorpio
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│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Only used for her cover.
│ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ: │ Second Guessing by Get Scared
│ ᴍᴏDᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ: │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Name Ginger Caspian
Relation » Mother |◦ 25 (death) » ◦| Status »Deceased
Name Marcus Esteban
Relation » Father |◦ 54 » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Shawn Geulle
Relation » Adoptive Father |◦ 34 (died) » ◦| Status » Deceased
Name Dimetri Guelle
Relation » Adoptive Father |◦ 37 (died) » ◦| Status » Deceased
│Pᴇᴛ │
Name Artemis “Tem”
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"So I sit here
Rotting from inside
Now watch me sit dear
Severing my ties just ask me why
I am ashamed to pave the way
My self reluctance is to blame
Will anybody save me I'm afraid."
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Curly Blonde Hair
│ Eʏᴇs │She has a lovely striped blue colour (darker blue are the stripes) with a dot of hazel beside her right pupil.
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│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Natural glow, flawless skin.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ 5’6”, thin-lean, hourglass figure.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~Whoever this chick is~
│ Dɪsɢᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs│
"How loyal could a liar be?" "As loyal as they have to be"
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Aʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ﹕ │ Diablor
│ Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹕│ ‘Rat’
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs﹕│ Various and changing (to fit the role she plays).
"Never trust a pretty face, you don't know how many masks she's hiding behind, and which mask will be the one you see before you die."
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Looks are deceiving. This statement is very true for Ivi. She looks like a sweet, fun loving, humorous and kind girl. She is these things, don't get me wrong, but there is depth to this woman. She is a brilliant liar, smooth and charismatic but is secretly a romantic. She likes to play the game and is good at playing. She is persuasive and the definition of two faced. She generally is a kind generous person, loving animals, kids and nature, but she will stab you in the back when you're not looking, and I am talking literal here. She is sly, devious and loves to spike trouble and get away with it. She's cunning to a scary sense but also knows how to fight. She's a danger but no one could guess twice once looking at her sweet genuine smile.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Lying
☻ Nature
☻ Kids
☻ Animals
☻ Her Father
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Bullies
☹ Combat/ Violence
☹ Snotty-Arrogance
☹ Seafood
☹ Divint
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Deception
✮ Manipulation
✮ Self-Defense
✮ Spying
✮ Agility
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Physical Strength
☆ Passion
☆ Isolated
☆ Fears
☆ PTSD
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Snakes
✗ Failing (fathers and Max)
✗ Being Discovered
"Don't believe a word I say
I crave the ways I've been
I'd be lying to myself
If I said I'm free from this
Without the need of agony
It's bringing out the worst of my own faith"
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
|>}] Pre-Birth [{<|
Ginger and Marcus met by chance in a coffee shop, a cliche but the truth, where else would the two meet? After that fateful encounter they began to meet up more often, hang out, got to know each other but not well enough to tell the other about their secrets. It became apparent after about a year that they loved each other and was just about to move their relationship to officially exclusive when Ginger found out who Marcus really was, what he was apart of and who he worked for. She was horrified and couldn't see past this knowledge so she left and never saw him again, getting help from the Resistance to hide and change so he could never find her. Marcus ended up heartbroken and soon caused the development of dislike of the resistance due to this.
Unfortunately for Ginger, not even two months later she came to the realization that she was pregnant, confirming only after getting tested. She knew immediately that it was Marcus’ but she didn't want anything to do with him despite the fact deep down she loved him. She was also heavily involved with the Resistance acting as a soldier and everyone knew the life risk that the job was. She took a leave and once the child was born she knew she had to get rid of the baby girl since Ginger herself would most likely be killed during a job and couldn't subject her daughter to that life, that and she was a reminder of the man she loved but hated. So once Ivi was born, Ginger put her in the orphanage despite what it stood for and who looked after it, knowing that she'd have a better life here than with her or the child's father. Just in case though, she left Ivi with Marcus’ contact info, just praying it didn't change, if something ever happened to her then she knew despite what Marcus did, he would protect her.
A few months after this incident and she had finished retraining so she could properly go out and fight, her first mission out had been an ambush and she was killed during the mission in an attempt to get them out of the situation. It was a slaughter that had the Resistance retreating and the Council being winners.
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|>}] Childhood [{<|
Around the time her mother was killed, Dimitri and his significant other Shawn came to the orphanage looking to adopt someone into their family. Dimitri had been a female at birth but he knew from a young age that he did not fit that role and as soon as he was an adult underwent the change since he would have been disowned otherwise. He'd met Shawn at work, since both worked as police officers--Shawn was charged with the newbie--and they hit it off immediately and after both came to terms they liked each other they eventually, over time, got married. Now settled and happy, they decided they wanted to adopt a child.
The pair fell in love with the little girl with the blonde curly tuff sitting on top of her hair. As soon as they could, they took Ivi in, keeping her birth name until she was old enough to decide for herself. They adored their baby girl and though it was a struggle at first with a baby, making mistakes along the way but learning from them. Dimitri ended up staying home from work to look after her. They were both present when she learned her first words, crawled for the first time and even took her first steps on two feets.
Ivi was raised by two overprotective fathers who were police officers, safe to say that both of them were teaching her how to act with other people and what to do if anything ever happened to her. She knew how to bring down a full grown man with a simple kick to the groin, well or a punch by the time she was three. She was a happy go lucky little girl, sweet and eager to learn and please but that didn't mean she wasn't a devious little thing. She tended to get into trouble a few days after she did the deed but she was always found out and punished for it (unless it was Shawn who found out since he tended to go easy on him). At age four she was able to be left with a babysitter when her parents went to work, she tended to be left alone and ignored so she had to depend on herself for entertainment. That's when she began playing with her toys, playing each as very separate personalities and as she got older, by age six she had each more developed as if they were real. Giving them name, likes, dislikes, ages, pet peeves and even back stories. Ivi found herself engrossed in this, having so much fun.
When Dimitri and Shawn weren't working they spent time with Ivi, spoiling her though she didn't pay too much attention to that since she just liked spending time with them. They taught her how to read, write and also began training her in martial arts, self-defense but kept handling weapons (courtesy of Dimitri, Shawn was completely against having his baby girl handling dangerous objects) until she was eight and heading into school where they made sure she always kept a switch blade on her at all times. Let's just say when she was first getting bullied a day after her first day of school for playing alone and talking to herself, she made sure they knew not to fuck with her without involving her weapon. She got in trouble from the school and bullies’ parents but her daddies gave her ice cream for it.
She didn't make any friends in school, though she joined the drama club which she excelled at and thoroughly enjoyed since it was similar to her play time activities. She did well in school, able to retain what she needed, to suck up and know what they wanted from her. She never liked school though and rather spend time at her parents work, which she did often. She enjoyed learning about the undercover work they could do. She knew she wanted to be a cop like her parents when she was older and she directed her school focus in that direction.
|>}] Adapting [{<|
Unfortunately, one day when she was in school, at age 11, she hadn't been paying attention, she'd had a twisted sick feeling all day and took to laying her head down and staring outside. She was called down to the office at that moment and fear rocked through her. She'd been down to the office many times but she knew this time it was different, she hadn't done anything. Two police officers she recognized as friends of her parents were their and everyone who sat there, all their faces were grim. She’d never forget that day, how the officers stood up, ushered her to a more private room and then told her of the car accident that had taken her parents from her. They had been on their way home after a long night and finishing that morning of work, a raid that occurred against the resistance. Ivi was smart to realize that the accident wasn't an accident but there wasn't anything she could do now.
She left for the day afterwards, locked in her room, crying her heart out for the loss of her parents. After her week of nonstop mourning, an officer knocked on her door saying she had to come out. She was about to when she overheard the cop speaking on his radio about taking her to the orphanage. Ivi had been told that Dimitri and Shawn weren't her actual parents and that she was adopted just before going to school. She didn't care because she loved them so much that it didn't matter. However, they did tell her about how horrible the conditions usually were in the orphanage and warned her against ever going there. They made sure she knew Marcus’ contact info that had been transferred to them once they adopted Ivi. They knew he was better than that place (they did a brief background check) and besides, she had no one else to head to, Dimitri’s wouldn't accept her after disowning him once he became a he, not to mention Shawn’ only family members were deceased.
So instead of opening the door, Ivi quickly packed a bag, grabbed her emergency one that her fathers’ had stashed in her room and quickly left her room from the window, using the ledge to shuffle over to the nearest open window, climbed in and excited the person’s flat before making her way down the flight of emergency stairs. She left out the back door and ran until her feet couldn't take anymore. She collapsed near the slums on the opposite side of the city she'd been living in. Once there she tugged out the map in the em. stash (she’d already ditched the phone back in apartment so they couldn't use it to track her) and began making her way to Marcus’ place, whoever he was (since it was actually unknown if Marcus was her biological father).
By nightfall, Ivi had reacted the place in the slums he lived in and knocked on his door, praying that this was it. The door opened to reveal a man who shared the same eyes and curls as she did but there was no mistaking the resemblance between them. Marcus had been in shock to see a young girl that looked nearly identical to the woman he had fallen in love with. Ivi, though shocked, plastered a small smile and briefly explained that she was given to the orphanage with his contact info if ever needed it and that recently her parents had died and she would have been dumped at the orphanage. In all she requested to stay with him, even if it was just for a little bit.
It had taken some time after that first encounter for them to actually be able to speak properly together but soon she was explaining to him about her previously life, usually ending up crying which he in turn comforted her and told her about himself and about her mother. They bonded over that (though they were ever only close friends instead of the father, daughter relationship they should have had but they came to care deeply for each other) and soon she was enrolled in a nearby school for the next few years to finish her mandatory education. She often found herself crying herself to sleep, missing her fathers but still retained her good grades and odd habits to keep herself preoccupied but she didn't join any clubs this time around.
It wasn't long after turning thirteen and she wrapped up her schooling, since she found no use in it anymore, when she came across what he did for a living. She had no reaction since her dream of being a cop went down the drain so instead she just explored, sometimes following him to his jobs though she soon found out he was well aware of this fact but let her as long as she played it safe. She enjoyed watching how everything worked, developing a small little crush on the guy Marcus usually met up with, the guy she soon learned was actually the gang leader.
