Realistic or Modern 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚. [𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬]

[sox]

aphrodisia

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and like a ghost in the silence, i disappear ♡

int. check

cs

ooc

rsvp form

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BASICS
name:
nickname: (opt.)
age: (21-28)
gender:
sexuality:
p.o.b:
ethnicity:
role type: (heir, royal, underboss)

VISAGE
hair color:
eye color:
height:
distinguishing features: (opt.)
body mods: (opt.)
faceclaim: (realistic only)

PERSONA
personality: (paragraph or vices/virtues)
hobbies/interests:
fears/weaknesses:
habits/quirks: (opt.)
love language:
mbti/enneagram: (opt.)
goals for the aphrodisia: (what they want to get out of their time there)

BACKSTORY
family: (brief list is fine)
residence:
history:

the members

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the heirs

poised to inherit massive fortunes through the family business, these young nobles are the future faces of some of the world's largest conglomerates. to these young adults worth billions, the aphrodisia is yet another symbol of their exorbitant wealth.

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the royals

the influential children of monarchs, dictators, presidents, and prime minsters across the globe, those of royal bloodline have the most at stake should their identity be exposed. to these aspiring aristocrats, the aphrodisia holds a great many opportunities.

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the underbosses

feared throughout the underworld due to their ruthless families, the underbosses have an entire network of mob ties and an unknown amount of money at their fingertips. for these suspicious figures, the aphrodisia is just another new identity adopted, albeit for a far less gruesome occasion.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[sox]

KNOX

name

jaejun min

alias

knox

age

27

gender

cis male

sexuality

bisexual

p.o.b.

busan, south korea

ethnicity

korean

role type

royal

title

president's first son

residence

the blue house

soul sucker pt. 2

ellise

mbti

entj

love languages

physical affection, acts of service

virtues

charming, level-headed, humorous, eloquent, intelligent

vices

cunning, promiscuous, deceitful, pitiless, manipulative, apathetic

personality

with a reputation as korea's "bachelor prince", knox is known for being the epitome of regality and nobleness despite his father's dubious presidential track record. with a smile that can charm even the coldest of hearts, the young bachelor feels no shame in living his best promiscuous lifestyle, especially when there is something promising to be gained by warming the bed of a beauty.

shrouded in mystery despite constantly being in the spotlight, knox is a subtle force to be reckoned with behind the scenes. he is cunning and deceitful with a glib tongue, unfazed by the uncertainty of human behavior, and more often than not this attitude results in a trail of broken hearts that cannot let him go, scarred minds haunted by nightmares of him, and burnt bridges that don't realize they were burnt until years after the fact.

with a knack for intentionally misleading by distorting facts, knox is a master negotiator and a professional liar, often using flirtation and psychology to worm his way into the interests of anyone that could be of use to him. there are few limits when it comes to the tactics knox will use to get what he wants, whether that entails a passionate night in bed or orchestrating a smear campaign in broad daylight. many have struck deals with him in the past, knowing that he can get the job done—but never for free, and should the day come when his client bounces on repayment, they might not leave with their livelihood intact to tell the tale.

on a business level, knox is rather adept at putting on the airs of a pleasant conversationalist—humorous, charming, ambitious—when he is anything but underneath the surface. unyielding, deceitful, and pitiless to the woes of those around him, he keeps his heart locked and puts on a "prince charming" demeanor, knowing full well that what lies inside is not meant to be shown to the outside world. knox never lets himself get too drunk, because when he can't control the direction of his thoughts, he tricks himself into feeling love where he knows there can be none.

on a personal level, however, knox is quite socially conscious; he does not dare harm any innocent being without proper cause. as the son of a corrupt president, he has witnessed far too much suffering in the trenches of humanity, far too many injustices, and refuses to be the cause of them himself. he never, ever targets people who are struggling just to survive in this world; in fact, almost every time he finds time to venture outside of the seoul, he participates in some sort of humanitarian aid effort behind the scenes. to those he genuinely cares for, looks after, or feels indebted to, knox is wise to the world, responsible in his dealings, and quite a cool-headed mentor. though his true motives may remain unknown, he is not quite as sinister as his activities make him seem.

PERSONA

i'd sacrifice my life to find you, angel of the blade — kingslayer — come and collect us from the night —

height

180 cm (5'11")

build

mesomorph

hair

black

eyes

dark brown

dist. features

a scar on his left wrist from an injury during tae kwon do training

body mods

tattoos (x x x)

fc

park junhee

https:///www.history-and-background.com/givenname-surname

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childhood

a discarded burger bun behind a hotel dumpster for dinner on the nights where he ran short of change. scraps of fabric from a construction site fashioned into a sling for his injuries. a relatively dry patch of grass in an alley to lay his head down for a night of fitful rest.

for the half-dead family of two surviving on willpower alone, each day dragged on as pitilessly as the last.

displaced by the korean war in the 50's, jaejun's pregnant grandmother took refuge in the coastal slum called gamcheon, a small village that quickly became overcrowded with families struggling financially. eleven years after giving birth to her son, his grandmother passed away from disease, leaving behind a child that grew up adopting the practices of the streets he called home.

tw // sexual assault

twenty years later, that same man assaulted a stranger behind the club and knocked her up, tying their lives together against her will. she ran away from home in shame, terrified and distressed with a fetus in her womb, only to fall victim to his stalking to the point of giving up and moving into his moldy, one-bedroom apartment, putting up with bruises on her body for the sake of her baby.

it was in such a violent, loveless house that jaejun came into this world.

from as early as he can remember, his father became obsessed with becoming someone important, making a name for himself so no one could turn their nose up at him. he spent less and less time at home, rarely coming home at night and spending any money he earned on his own wardrobe and lifestyle, until he was accepted into a government cohort and abandoned their apartment to move to seoul. left penniless and unable to pay rent on the house, jaejun and his mother were forced to live off the streets to survive in the still-recovering village. it was during this time that the young boy became affiliated with all sorts of shady characters and took up martial arts— not for himself, but for the safety of his mother.

on his 13th birthday, jaejun's father returned home to demand money, hair slicked back and rolex on his wrist. he needed the funds to go to university and get a cushy job in the government, he claimed. jaejun's mother refused. when he had money and a career, he'd properly marry her and give her a car, he claimed. jaejun's mother refused yet again.

that night, the mother-son duo found themselves drugged and immoble facing a hired group of men who took everything from them, stripped them bare and left not even their dignities intact.

jaejun's mother passed away that night, and his father was nowhere to be found the following morning.

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adulthood

in the following years, jaejun's father climbed the government ladder, rising through the ranks to become the face of the conservative party in south korea. in order to keep up appearances, he contacted jaejun and threatened him to move to seoul, where he was outwardly groomed into the filial son role that his father wanted him to fill. for years, jaejun took all sorts of lessons day-in and day-out in a desperate craze to reach his full potential, from etiquette to horseback riding to linear algebra.

at the age of 22 with his father becoming the newly-elected president, jaejun graduated from seoul national university with a degree in international security and gained his famous nickname as a "prince" for his temperament and innate charm towards his peers. the young aristocrat had long since learned to channel his longstanding rage into a scheming vengance, one where he put on the performance of a lifetime to trick his father into believing he had an ally where he did not and twisted the knife in the wound when he was positive it would sting the most.

for the next five years, jaejun spent every waking moment executing this scheme, solidifying his "prince" character while discreetly collecting evidence of his father's corruption and illicit dealings with foreign administrations and underground operations. ousting him from office was not enough; when the time became ripe for his father's re-election campaigns, he'd carry out the final act of his plan and make sure his sorry ass rotted in prison for the rest of his life.

nothing could bring his mother's loving embrace back to him, but with that scumbag father behind bars without a single soul on his side, jaejun knew he could meet again her in the clouds at any moment with peace of mind.

cooking, reading, learning all types of languages, bondage, tae kwon do, fencing, kick boxing, being in control, swimming, physical affection, waxplay, flirting, getting what he wants, lying for the hell of it, jade and black sapphire, silk robes, tattoos, gory horror movies, sex, jewelry, cats, fine wines, cherry blossoms, mezcal.

HOBBIES, LIKES

FEARS, DISLIKES

long car rides, overly saccharine people, feeling helpless, brown nosers, being told what to do, woodpeckers, feeling cold, hard drugs, tomatoes, wasps, small talk, white rum, vodka, small angry dogs, tears, romantic commitment, talking about his feelings.

despite being a promiscuous young bachelor, knox has ulterior motives for attending this year. the aphrodisia serves as a perfect vehicle for gaining intel about his scumbag father from outside korea. and if he happens to have a pleasurable time while he's at it, well, so be it.

GOALS

MISS GU

junnie ~

that dreadful person has been taken care of ~

do i get my reward tonight ~

good girl

i'll visit after i get off work tonight

be dressed for me by the time i get there

17:43

December 4, 2020

kakaotalk

Fri 6:37 PM

Miss Gu

junnie ~

coded by reveriee.

Spoiler: mobile friendly

name: jaejun min
alias: knox
age: 27
gender: cis male
sexuality: bisexual
p.o.b.: busan, south korea
ethnicity: korean
role type: royal
title: president's first son
residence: the blue house
height: 180 cm (5'11")
build: mesomorph
hair: black
eyes: dark brown
dist. features: a scar on his left wrist from an injury during tae kwon do training
body mods: tattoos (x x x)
fc: park junhee

mbti: entj
love languages: physical affection, acts of service
virtues: charming, level-headed, humorous, eloquent, intelligent
vices: cunning, promiscuous, deceitful, pitiless, manipulative, apathetic
hobbies/likes: cooking, reading, learning all types of languages, bondage, tae kwon do, fencing, kick boxing, being in control, swimming, physical affection, waxplay, flirting, getting what he wants, lying for the hell of it, jade and black sapphire, silk robes, tattoos, gory horror movies, sex, jewelry, cats, fine wines, cherry blossoms, mezcal
fears/dislikes: long car rides, overly saccharine people, feeling helpless, brown nosers, being told what to do, woodpeckers, feeling cold, hard drugs, tomatoes, wasps, small talk, white rum, vodka, small angry dogs, tears, romantic commitment, talking about his feelings
goals: despite being a promiscuous young bachelor, knox has ulterior motives for attending this year. the aphrodisia serves as a perfect vehicle for gaining intel about his scumbag father from outside korea. and if he happens to have a pleasurable time while hes at it, well, so be it.

personality: with a reputation as korea's "bachelor prince", knox is known for being the epitome of regality and nobleness despite his father's dubious presidential track record. with a smile that can charm even the coldest of hearts, the young bachelor feels no shame in living his best promiscuous lifestyle, especially when there is something promising to be gained by warming the bed of a beauty.

shrouded in mystery despite constantly being in the spotlight, knox is a subtle force to be reckoned with behind the scenes. he is cunning and deceitful with a glib tongue, unfazed by the uncertainty of human behavior, and more often than not this attitude results in a trail of broken hearts that cannot let him go, scarred minds haunted by nightmares of him, and burnt bridges that don't realize they were burnt until years after the fact.

with a knack for intentionally misleading by distorting facts, knox is a master negotiator and a professional liar, often using flirtation and psychology to worm his way into the interests of anyone that could be of use to him. there are few limits when it comes to the tactics knox will use to get what he wants, whether that entails a passionate night in bed or orchestrating a smear campaign in broad daylight. many have struck deals with him in the past, knowing that he can get the job done—but never for free, and should the day come when his client bounces on repayment, they might not leave with their livelihood intact to tell the tale.

on a business level, knox is rather adept at putting on the airs of a pleasant conversationalist—humorous, charming, ambitious—when he is anything but underneath the surface. unyielding, deceitful, and pitiless to the woes of those around him, he keeps his heart locked and puts on a "prince charming" demeanor, knowing full well that what lies inside is not meant to be shown to the outside world. knox never lets himself get too drunk, because when he can't control the direction of his thoughts, he tricks himself into feeling love where he knows there can be none.

on a personal level, however, knox is quite socially conscious; he does not dare harm any innocent being without proper cause. as the son of a corrupt president, he has witnessed far too much suffering in the trenches of humanity, far too many injustices, and refuses to be the cause of them himself. he never, ever targets people who are struggling just to survive in this world; in fact, almost every time he finds time to venture outside of the seoul, he participates in some sort of humanitarian aid effort behind the scenes. to those he genuinely cares for, looks after, or feels indebted to, knox is wise to the world, responsible in his dealings, and quite a cool-headed mentor. though his true motives may remain unknown, he is not quite as sinister as his activities make him seem.

backstory:
a discarded burger bun behind a hotel dumpster for dinner on the nights where he ran short of change. scraps of fabric from a construction site fashioned into a sling for his injuries. a relatively dry patch of grass in an alley to lay his head down for a night of fitful rest.

for the half-dead family of two surviving on willpower alone, each day dragged on as pitilessly as the last.

displaced by the korean war in the 50's, jaejun's pregnant grandmother took refuge in the coastal slum called gamcheon, a small village that quickly became overcrowded with families struggling financially. eleven years after giving birth to her son, his grandmother passed away from disease, leaving behind a child that grew up adopting the practices of the streets he called home.

tw // sexual assault

twenty years later, that same man assaulted a stranger behind the club and knocked her up, tying their lives together against her will. she ran away from home in shame, terrified and distressed with a fetus in her womb, only to fall victim to his stalking to the point of giving up and moving into his moldy, one-bedroom apartment, putting up with bruises on her body for the sake of her baby.

it was in such a violent, loveless house that jaejun came into this world.

from as early as he can remember, his father became obsessed with becoming someone important, making a name for himself so no one could turn their nose up at him. he spent less and less time at home, rarely coming home at night and spending any money he earned on his own wardrobe and lifestyle, until he was accepted into a government cohort and abandoned their apartment to move to seoul. left penniless and unable to pay rent on the house, jaejun and his mother were forced to live off the streets to survive in the still-recovering village. it was during this time that the young boy became affiliated with all sorts of shady characters and took up martial arts— not for himself, but for the safety of his mother.

on his 13th birthday, jaejun's father returned home to demand money, hair slicked back and rolex on his wrist. he needed the funds to go to university and get a cushy job in the government, he claimed. jaejun's mother refused. when he had money and a career, he'd properly marry her and give her a car, he claimed. jaejun's mother refused yet again.

that night, the mother-son duo found themselves drugged and immoble facing a hired group of men who took everything from them, stripped them bare and left not even their dignities intact.

jaejun's mother passed away that night, and his father was nowhere to be found the following morning.

---

in the following years, jaejun's father climbed the government ladder, rising through the ranks to become the face of the conservative party in south korea. in order to keep up appearances, he contacted jaejun and threatened him to move to seoul, where he was outwardly groomed into the filial son role that his father wanted him to fill. for years, jaejun took all sorts of lessons day-in and day-out in a desperate craze to reach his full potential, from etiquette to horseback riding to linear algebra.

at the age of 22 with his father becoming the newly-elected president, jaejun graduated from seoul national university with a degree in international security and gained his famous nickname as a "prince" for his temperament and innate charm towards his peers. the young aristocrat had long since learned to channel his longstanding rage into a scheming vengance, one where he put on the performance of a lifetime to trick his father into believing he had an ally where he did not and twisted the knife in the wound when he was positive it would sting the most.

for the next five years, jaejun spent every waking moment executing this scheme, solidifying his "prince" character while discreetly collecting evidence of his father's corruption and illicit dealings with foreign administrations and underground operations. ousting him from office was not enough; when the time became ripe for his father's re-election campaigns, he'd carry out the final act of his plan and make sure his sorry ass rotted in prison for the rest of his life.

nothing could bring his mother's loving embrace back to him, but with that scumbag father behind bars without a single soul on his side, jaejun knew he could meet again her in the clouds at any moment with peace of mind.

 

[erzulie]

beauvais

;; emmanuel

❝Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic❞
​

FULL NAME ⎯ emmanuel louis beauvais
NICKNAME(S) ⎯ manuel, it’s the only nickname he’ll allow. won’t respond to manny.
AGE ⎯ twenty-seven
GENDER ⎯ cis male
SEXUALITY ⎯ pansexual
PLACE OF BIRTH ⎯ port-au-prince, haiti
ETHNICITY⎯ haitian
ROLE — heir

HEIGHT ⎯ 5’11”
WEIGHT ⎯ 175 lbs
BUILD —

people are surprised when they see his body for the first time. instead of the string bean that he looks like over his clothes, emmanual has a lean yet muscled figure.​

HAIR ⎯

pure, midnight black with no signs of brown. it almost looks blue in certain lights. emmanual has 4c type hair that he usually keeps in cornrows or styled in sponge curls. seeing as it’s the driest hair type he keeps it moisturized, thus giving it a shiny appearance.​

EYES ⎯

black, though not soulless or lifeless. his eyes are bottomless pools of ink, some would happily drown within them. his eyes are the gateway to his mind.​

SKIN ⎯

dark brown. emmanuel has been blessed with skin that seems to have been crafted by the sun itself. with wealth came the ability to take off of it properly, but there are still scars and knicks from his childhood. they are reminders of where he came from, of who he is at heart. he has a large scar across the middle of his back from a vicious round of tire machèt and a bite mark from an unfriendly hound on his side.​

NOTABLE FEATURES ⎯

his cheekbones are probably his most noticeable trait. there’s also his septum piercing, it seems to stand out within the upper class for some reason.​

WARDROBE ⎯

his wardrobe was once made up of handmade pieces, scraps sewn together by his mother and things hand downed by the generous. while he still cherishes them, his closest is also filled with the finest fabrics. his wardrobe is a mix of masculine and near feminine.​

PERSONALITY ⎯
his pearly white smile and penchant for smooth talk helps him talk his way out of most situations. emmanuel is a silver tongued devil with the looks of an angel, and he shamelessly uses it to his advantage. he has a way of twisting his words, wielding his ability to speak in half truths with ease. one can never be too sure of what his intentions are and he prefers to keep it that way. it’s exciting to keep people guessing, to watch their frustration when they fail to figure him out. emmanuel is a shameless flirt, he’s the type for meaningless and uncomplicated flings. there’s something about the feeling of seducing others that he likes, the feeling of being desired or going after someone he desires is one he enjoys immensely.

emmanuel is a hedonist by all means. he has spent the majority of his life poor, watching his mother struggle to provide for them. now that he has the means to truly enjoy life, he wants to enjoy all that it has to offer. for so long he has put his own desires aside for the sake of his family. he has gone nights without food to fill his belly with cheap clothing barely keeping him warm as he slept. now that he has had a taste of luxury, he has latched on. it’s his turn to enjoy the higher life.

as a result of leaving all that he knew at a young age and starting over, he has learned to adapt. emmanuel was placed in a crowd of those who were so far out of reach for him, it had to learn their ways or suffer. street smarts have taught him to also be aware of his surroundings, for dangers lurking about but the high class life has shown him the dangerous of people hidden behind smiles. now he is able to read people, learn of their intentions without the use of words. emmanuel is a manipulator that feels little remorse for what he does. in the world, it’s eat or be eaten.

with his new position in life emmanuel was able to enjoy the things he couldn’t previously. once upon a time ago emmanuel would run the streets with those his age. he abandoned his passions in exchange for a false sense of manhood and belonging amongst his peers. it was surprising how those internet reignited in him under the right guidance. painting, sculpting, he would become lost, oblivious to the world around him as he let his emotions touch canvas, as his hands brought his visions to life with clay. he was quick to realize that knowledge was power and so, he learned all that he could. he developed a curiosity of the world around him and with it came questions, ones that he wanted answers to. emmanuel believes that life is about learning, even when one is no longer in school.

emmanuel is fully aware that he is a hypocrite. for no matter how harshly he judges the rich, he has become one of them in many ways. there’s a fear within him, one where he becomes so like the wealthy that he loses his empathy. they he may one day mourn the loss of the boy is once was, blind to the state of the world around him. perhaps one day the persona he puts forth may become who is actually is, the thought scares him.

VICES — hedonistic, manipulative, promiscuous, defiant, intense
VIRTUES — ambitious, charming, adaptable, worldly, humanitarian

LIKES ⎯ care packages from his family, spanish limes, his mother’s cooking, dancing, writing letter, napping, sewn things from his mother, sunbathing
DISLIKES ⎯ rushing, assigned reading, cold weather, mornings, fish, the rich, bland foods, clingy people

HABITS ⎯ pacing when deep in thought, raising his brow when in disbelief, smacking his lips when annoyed or upset, Napping in unlikely places. always losing his pencils and pens because he keeps them behind his ear.
HOBBIES ⎯ reading, painting, sculpting, dancing, tire machèt, napp, puzzle solving
FEARS ⎯ large dogs - due to being attacked when he was younger. claustrophobic - from being stuck under rubble during the 2010 earthquake in haiti.
LOVE LANGUAGE — acts of service
MBTI — isfp | the adventurer

GOALS FOR APHRODISIA — emmanuel goes to simply enjoy himself and make connections. he has no want for a spouse and makes it very clear once he arrives. to indulge as much as he can is what he seeks.
RESIDENCE — he has been living in paris for about three years now.

HISTORY ⎯
emmanuel hails from port-au-prince, haiti. born into a lower class family it seemed like he was set up to fail from the very beginning yet it only made him hunger for a better life for himself and his loved ones. a life where he didn't need to worry about where their next meal would come from or how the rent would be paid. His mother, lovelie, worked herself to exhaustion in order to provide for them, missing meals so that her son would not go to bed hungry. she only had the help of her own parents and a sister that moved away the first chance she got.

like any young person emmanual often took what he had for granted. instead of studying as he should he would go off to play with his friends, ignoring how his mother repeatedly told him the importance of education. emmanuel was an angry child, an envious boy who hated the fact that they were poor. that his mother had to work herself half to death, only to barely scrape by. emmanual’s only solace was in the books he read, he would immerse himself into the worlds and dream that he was the main character who solved all the mysteries and slayed all the monsters or in the art that he would draw in school, doodling away when he did attend.

but no matter how much he tried to shut out the world around him, he was still reminded of his reality. and so he began to steal, to fight for money and fall into the wrong crowd at a young age in hopes of bettering their situation. he knew that his choices broke his family’s heart yet how could they not see that he was doing it all for them? he continued to spiral down that path while his family prayed to their ancestors to watch over him, to make him see the error of his ways before it was too late.

emmanual remembered the day his life had flashed before his eyes. his home, no, his entire world had shook as if some petro lwa had come to punish him for what he had done. and as everything collapsed and he was stuck within the rubble for what felt like years, emmanual could have sworn that his grann had been there with him, speaking to him that oh so stern tone of hers, letting him know that if he didn’t change now he would never change things for his family. emmanual could remember clawing as something bloomed inside of him. and when he reached the other side, reuniting with his mother, he felt reborn.

to his devastation his grann had not survived, crushed beneath the rubble of her home with her husband. And when his aunt learned of this, she had taken them in to live with her. just as her nephew, she wished to become something in order to help her family. and so she worked and fought to attend medical school and become a successful cardiologist before working her way to the top and becoming a ceo. her wealth only increased after the death of her husband, a old money hotel mogul. from then on emmanuel’s life was changed. he had a hard time adapting to his new life. he quickly learnt that living as a member of the “elite” was something that came with rules in a sense. emmanuel learned of how members acted with each other and he adapted. the fake smiles and ruthlessness came easy to him in time. emmanuel was given a proper education, paid for him by his aunt. with these new doors opened the young man thrived in an educational setting. he was able to blend into high society and reap the benefits ever since.

HEADCANONS ⎯

- has a near eidetic memory.​

- carries a small talisman, also called a gris-gris for good luck. it was given to him by his papa.​

- his flings are known as “muses” due to his love of painting and sculpting. he loses interest fairly quickly.​

- writes and talks with his mother and aunt often, they send him little tokens sometimes and he keeps every single one of them.​

- knows how to sew, mostly patching up wholes and rips. his grann taught him because due to a lot of his clothes being hand-me-downs and not the best quality.​

- amazing cook, like to search recipes to try out.​

coded by reveriee.

 

[rosered]

Veronica Sofía Pérez

*₊ ° . ☆ Aesthetic ☆ . ° ₊*

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*₊ ° . ☆ Basics ☆ . ° ₊*

❈Name: Veronica Sofía Pérez
❈Nickname(s): Ron, V
❈Age: 23
❈Gender: cis female
❈Sexuality: pansexual
❈Weaknesses: hair (if she's attracted to you, she'll want to play with it)
❈p.o.b: Florida, US
❈Ethnicity: Cuban/Spanish
❈Role Type: american heir

*₊ ° . ☆ Visage ☆ . ° ₊*

❈Hair Color: dark brown
❈Eye Color: hazel
❈Height: 5'3"
❈Face Claim: Ana de Armas

*₊ ° . ☆ Persona ☆ . ° ₊*

❈Vices: sarcastic sense of humor, just might kill you if you hurt her friend, impatient sometimes
❈Virtues: confident, fun-loving, teasing/flirty, loyal, protective of her friends, empathetic
❈Likes: food, the smell of pine trees, the beach, animals, starry nights, swimming, horror movies, pineapple on pizza, winning games, candles
❈Dislikes: cold weather (she gets cold easily), pickles
❈Fears: heights, failure, not doing anything interesting in life
❈Habits/Quirks (opt.):
❈Love Language: physical touch/quality time
❈mbti/enneagram (opt.): enfj
❈Goals for the Aphrodisia (what they want to get out of their time there): Ron loves the idea of Aphroisia, the chance to get to know people who understand what it’s like to live a life like hers where you have so much responsibility and are always being watched. While she would love to make a true connection with someone there, she's also there to witness any scandal that happens.

*₊ ° . ☆ Backstory ☆ . ° ₊*

❈Family (brief list is fine): parents Alicia and Camilo Pérez (Pérez Tech)
❈Residence: 1200 Bel Air Rd, Los Angeles, CA
❈History: As the rags-to-riches type adopted daughter of the Pérez family, V's praised for her humanitarian efforts and drive to succeed in life.
❈If you read my whole cs, you deserve to know some tea about Ron:
-Ron’s public opinion may be squeaky clean thanks to her PR team, but they’ve had to cover up a lot of scandals (Ron claims that because she’s not a legitimate child she doesn’t want any of the money, she just wants a normal life, but she’s the only child of the Pérez family). A “good girl” to the public but another celebrity rebel child to the people who know her.
-tells the public things she thinks they should know via an anonymous blog with the southern belle pseudonym “gossip gal” in which she offers her commentary on scandals in a lady whistledown type of way (she leaked photos of fellow celebrities’ scandals at Chateau Marmont while her family was staying there)
-there are rumors that she murdered an ex but no one can prove it
-pictures of her having an affair with one of her security guards atop a ferris wheel were almost leaked to the public but there are still a few photos her PR team couldn’t erase

❈Residence: 1200 Bel Air Rd, Los Angeles, CA

 

[miyabi]

tadashi kikuchi —
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title

artist

HEIR

R

equisite.

name

tadashi kikuchi

a.k.a.

dashi

age

twenty-three

Ethnicity

japanese

sexuality

pansexual

hair

Dark brown

eye c.

Dark Brown

p

syche.

Tadashi never cared for what people thought of him, the things that they felt; only cared about his own selfish thoughts, took care of his ego, buries himself in people that wouldn’t go against his word. That is the type of man he is, someone who dislikes the challenge—but he finds himself allured by them, somewhat. Somewhere in him runs a river of thrill-seeking, one that often comes with a challenge—but he’s sure to seek those out who aren’t too challenging. There aren’t many ways to describe him other than egotistic, one who never appreciates the testing of his ambitions and ideals, and he is ruthless: a young man who will do what he can to get rid of the obstacles, moral or not—morality, to him, is subjective. Whether or not he is a good person is not someone’s position to speak.

Never the tender or easily vulnerable, he’s learned to fight his fears in opposition to his family—seeks the flame once dampened by the harsh words of familial disappointment; Tadashi is one thing, but he is not a coward. Even if his actions say otherwise.

Resentment; it is never easy to hate, but Tadashi seems to do it without a second thought. Spiteful, callous, a man, who to some degree, has failed not only himself, but the people around him. But nevermind that, it doesn’t matter—what matters is his own self-sufficience, getting ahead of the curve, and destroying. Perhaps this is why he’s so cut out for the business world, a beast looking for its next prey to sink his teeth into.

The strategy works well in hand with his intelligence, though it isn’t always presented in the way that he speaks—words are often tangled with expletives, a thing that he cannot help unless he’s in a professional setting, seeking out a deal that he just can’t refuse. He uses it to his advantage, the intelligence—uses it to cater to those he is around; a chameleon of some sort, molding into the person he believes one wants him to be.

There are many things to call Tadashi: selfish, unhinged, downright evil, but there are some redeeming qualities. Despite it all, he is loyal, as much as he wants to be, and as much as he needs to be. He loves, hard, fights to the end of the earth for who he loves and who he wants. And he is headstrong, never wavers his positions and set in his ways.

hobbies/interests:
coding, building robots, playing video games, watching reality tv shows, reading, collecting comic books, causing drama

fears/weaknesses:
fears the dark, fears drowning, manipulative, arrogant,

love language:
quality time

goals for the aphrodisia: (what they want to get out of their time there)
defy the marriage his parents want him to have with someone else, make connections.

h

istory

The hardest thing to believe is that Tadashi was a good child, not the devil that he is now; he never cried or pouted, but why would he? Showered in material possessions, given what he wants at all times, Tadashi never got the opportunity to. His mother and father tried to do him right, ultimately failing the moment they realized that maybe they've spoiled him a bit too much. When he was 5, he was given his own personal garage of toy cars - ones that he could fit in and drive around; that same day he ran over another child and laughed about it, his parents didn't get mad - only yelled at the child who got hit. That small moment is telling of what his childhood was, up until he turned 12, when the responsibility was looking in his direction. Though, yes, he knew it was bound to happen, looked forward to the thought of being head of the company, grinned wildly as he daydreamed about yelling at other people the way he saw his father did, Tadashi was in for something more.

It went downhill when his behaviors weren't tolerated anymore: the ones excused as a child were now the ones he'd constantly be hounded on, but how would he have learned? The real world was shrouded by the world his parents built for him. They'd sent him from his place in Tokyo to his grandmother's house in Asakusa, she sent him back, and then he was stuck in Ebisu by the time he was 17. The lack of stability did a number on him, a surprise to his parents, but not by the ones who watched this happen - over and over.

Rebellion started then, perhaps even before, but it had only gotten worse as his parents proposed a marriage to someone he never met until he was 19 - not his type, would get in the way of what he wants to do, and a thorn in his side. He blamed her for a lot of things, blamed his parents, too. The company brought in millions, but he couldn't get his hands on it until he proved himself worthy to; the foundation of this is built upon the ideals of his father, ones that his father never taught him, and ones that Tadashi had to learn on his own through careful observation. If anything, he lied his way around, worked hard to gain the positions even if they were just going to be handed to him, rubbed a diploma in his parents' face as a way to say that he never needed them -- even if he really did.

They took this as him stepping up to the plate, even at the cost of the mental stability of others.

He took his seat in the company and ran with it, used up the day to think up solutions, the rest of the days were filled with parties that he'd nose around in -- social climbing in some people's eyes, but to him, he was just making connections. This is where he meets a woman whose fingers were dipped in crime, someone that he thought he loved - but the love was never genuine. It wouldn't have worked anyways, not with the fact that the both of their mouths ran at the speed of light. They broke up over something, it was all a fuzz, Tadashi never cared much to think it over, self-reflect and consider that it could've been his fault; no, he just moved onto the next. And the next.

But it gets exhausting.

Loneliness likes to prey on people that choose to be ignorant to their own actions, so it was likely that it would dig its claws into his flesh - hell, it nearly ripped him apart. Regret sets in, self-isolation, but there is still the refusal of self-reflection.

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[neon reverie]

xiaoran

underboss

full name

zhu xiaoran

western name

vivian

nickname

the closest anyone has gotten to giving her a nickname and still having all limbs to count for would be those simply calling her ran. sometimes ranran, but this one is strictly reserved for close siblings only.

age

twenty-five

gender

female

sexuality

graysexual

p.o.b

shanghai, china

ethnicity

chinese

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  hair black that once flowed as freely as a poet’s ink has been cut and kept at shorter length for the past few years. now, it ends just below the shoulders and sits in volumes straight or slightly wavy, depending on the day or occasion. sometimes, or more in its rarity, those locks can even appear to be fully styled and curled — but most of the time they remain fairly tame.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  a mystery veiled in obscurity – dark pools deep and hiding but not showing. eyes sharp and observing, always calculating, always trying to pierce right through the bone and marrow. they peek into your soul, scour for the secrets you carry between skin and bone. kind they can be, and even warm, despite being so cold in nature and oh so dark. they can entice you, lure you in with those enigmatic shades, and maybe you will find something beautiful in this darkness. or maybe, you will wish you never looked at all…

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  168 cm – 5’5

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  dist. features

  
  

  her face counts a few small beauty marks; one by her lip, one on her right cheek, two below the outer corners of the eyes and one on the side of her nose.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  

  she had lasik surgery done to her eyes and also got some ear piercings.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  he huixiang

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  protective, responsible, calm, decisive, diligent, loyal
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  controlling, callous, rigid, cunning, secretive, vindictive
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  personality

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  a vessel of viced perfection birthed by expectations and upon a throne of a crimson legacy. one sharp and cutting because she lives in a world where softness doesn't serve her and survival means commanding death before it commands you. her way of thinking is clockwork; calculated and unfeeling. a cunning mind with not greed but preservation as motive.
  
  gazes blank and demeanor quiet, her persona is painted in shades monochrome. if you wish to see things sparkling and bright, you will soon find out that those colorful quirks have been stripped clean long ago— identical to what one does when plucking unwanted greenery around a flower. some unfitting characteristics are kept but buried underneath the skin, her mask only falling when alone. this way, her image appears unchanging and xiaoran remains who she is supposed to be.
  
  the dawn that rises bloody and wrecks ships in its wake.
  
  a soul threaded by crime and its price, shackled by her own blood ties. as the oldest, there is a future on her shoulders heavy enough to shatter the resolves of those with feeble character. but xiaoran isn't feeble and she never breaks. she harbors a marble diligence; permanent and unwavering. enigmatic and alluring like all dark secrets are. intelligent too, because in a men's world with fickle wants and fleeting beauty, knowledge might be a woman's best weapon.
  
  protective over those she holds dear, sometimes in ways of lectures and sometimes in ways of being the gun with no name. she is not a woman easy to swallow, born to be bitter and biting. hypocritical because she always expects honesty while speaking in a labyrinth of words. secretive like all people with crimes on their hands and schemes in their minds are.
  
  xiaoran is a mystery, one you must pay a price for to unravel.
  
  how far you'll go, is the question.
  
  how much you have to lose, the answer.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  interests

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  technology

  
  

  since it is one of the main business sectors of the family, xiaoran has taken an interest in obtaining and developing new technologies as well.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  martial arts

  
  

  particularly jiu jitsu and muay thai.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  reading

  
  

  has a special room in her loft that is decorated and optimized for the ultimate, comfy reading experience. her literature likings range from fantasy to nonfiction. is also secretly a harry potter fan but if you ask she doesn't know who harry is. also, why does he have a lightning tattoo on his forehead.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  crime solving

  
  

  because it's funny and entertaining to solve the crimes of rival families and send anonymous tips to the police.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  board games

  
  

  can be a competitive menace but you don't earn the scrabble champion title if ya don't play to win.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  knitting

  
  

  not necessarily a hobby you expect from an underboss, but one she enjoys quite well and finds relaxing to do after a day of 'work'. her favourite things to knit are warm socks, hats and scarfs -- but she has recently undertaken the challenge to knit bigger, more complicated things like sweaters and cardigans too.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  it stands true in some regard that the more you have to lose, the more you have to fear. the legacy of her family is a hefty devoir, one she carries with equal fear to fail as the determination to keep gold. some teachings now make up the blood and oxygen in her body, including that to be vulnerable is to be weak. so she tries not to be, and fears what happens when she is. at last, death scares her in some ways. dying doesn't, but the thought of leaving her family behind, with all of the consequences, is something she doesn't like to think about.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  yuyu ♥

  
  
  
  

  gone fishing! ̑̑ᗦ↞◃

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  yuyu, i am picking you up at 8 for dinner. don't be late again please.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  never !! when am i ever late???

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  no comment. just be home and ready at 8.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  (10) missed calls.

  
  
  
  
  

  i know i'm late,, but its for a GOOD reason!!!

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  call lasted 20:13

  
  
  
  
  
  

  this will be the last time i'm letting you and nix derail our dinner plans.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  we both know that isn't true ! u love us too much

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  mhmmm. i'll see you and nix in 15. don't get in too much trouble.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  doors. they are such an efficient barrier, are they not? ready to shield or hide those things pretty and unpretty. xiaoran knows plenty of doors, has looked at one, standing tall and dark, for as long as she could remember. that door always played tricks with her, taunting the mind of a child with a waiting game without certain results. sometimes, the door would grant her wish and open, leading her to a man stationed behind a mahogany desk, voice gruff but inviting. ‘come here, xiaoran’ he would say, and she’d run to him. run like a daughter would to her father. most of the time, though, the door would stay closed, even if she’d dare to yell back at it. xiaoran learned early enough that doors don’t listen, and neither does her father.
  
  when you are young, they assume you know nothing about what happens behind those closed doors— but xiaoran knows, knows despite her mother trying to shield her from it. it isn’t a secret well-kept, and in hindsight, was never meant to be one either,, but xiaoran hates him for it nonetheless. hates her father for giving out love and attention to women that aren’t her mother and children that aren’t her. the door she hates too, for betraying her with its silence and obedience to a man that doesn't love her mother or her.
  
  and she continues to hate doors for a little while more, for it leads her to a death she didn’t want to see. lifeless, her mother lays in bed, eyes vacant of soul and hand limp near a glass of wine. once again, the door has no words to tell, but this time, it does show; slightly ajar, a sign is given, and a revelation follows. history has it that her mother died, too young, killed by jealousy. what a shame, what a tragedy — if only the door was locked.
  
  [ if only her father had more love to give. ]
  
  xiaoran seeks revenge, maybe because grief feels better when turned into anger, or maybe because she really is her father’s daughter. it doesn’t take much to figure out who the killer is, the mistress being vain enough to openly relish in her deed and speak about it to her social peers. xiaoran thinks about killing her, but decides against it in the end. not because she is a good person, no – she is cruel, and so her target shifts,, right to a precious son. because if she has to experience loss, you do too.
  
  now, aren’t doors just perfectly silent when you are committing a crime?
  
  they hide it, too.
  
  hide it very well.
  
  of course, she is still caught days later. but, this time, the tall, dark door is open before she arrives with two security guards by her sides. they escort her right through the door opening, right into the office where he stands, arms crossed and gaze unreadable. it’s the day when xiaoran comes to realize that, maybe, her father really did love her mother. for he ignores the angry wails of that woman demanding hefty punishment, despite how long she continues to do so. and maybe, he really does love her too, because there is no anger in his voice when he says her name, only resignation.
  
  she leaves the room with no punishment, only a statement to come back tomorrow. and the door opens then too, without any waiting game. little does she know, though, that with its instant opening, an underworld does as well. way more so than before.
  
  the more years go by, the more doors open before her. it’s a powerful thing, xiaoran finds out, and she now knows why father keeps most of them closed. some doors, however, she has slowly realized have always been open too, bringing her right to a home she treasures more than anything. the hole of a mother million miles away is filled by someone else, and a half-sister becomes a sister she’d kill her own blood for to protect. there is a familial love burning as bright and unfaltering as sisterhood, and it carries xiaoran through everything. xiaoran might be the one who brings the most worth, but to her, xiaoyu is the most worthy– worthy of everything.
  
  there is a newfound drive too; a determination running deep and strong. and in the mess that is the zhu family, xiaoran becomes perfect. perfect because that’s what her father expects and what is needed to stay on top. perfect because, above all else, she wishes to secure a future diamond but different for xiaoyu and zipheng. because they deserve everything. they deserve better.
  
  so beware of the woman who strides through doors with aim in her step and purpose in her eyes.
  
  for she has a family to protect and she will do anything to achieve that.
  
  anything.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  zhu jinfeng: xiaoran's relationship with her father isn't one built on soft words and warm gestures, but rather directions and discussions. they also don't speak much to each other at all, and when they do it's mostly about the business. xiaoran knows she isn't father's favourite but that doesn't mean he doesn't love her. she knows he cares for her, knows that even though he isn't always kind, he is always good to her,, and that's enough.
  
  zhu xiaoyu: a half-sister she loves dearly and doesn't consider as less than her other half. having grown up close together, xiaoran knows her sister through and through; they share everything and always look out for each other. xiaoyu might very well be her greatest weakness, for she will do anything to protect her and can never quite say no to that face, despite knowing better.
  
  zhu zhipeng: a half-brother who has the unfortunate tendencies to create trouble everywhere he goes, much to xiaoran's vexation sometimes. he is a wild one and she has long learned that no matter how hard u would try, you can't control him. so, here's to acceptance and having a relationship that is actually kind of good?? xiaoran knows in the end that he means well and he knows that despite all the lectures, she will be there to bail him out of jail.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  residence

  
  
  

  a luxurious loft in the xuhui district of shanghai.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  love language

  
  
  

  acts of service
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  enneagram

  
  
  

  one
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  goals for aphrodisia

  
  
  

  her presence is mostly tethered to those of her family who are also going. she hopes to find a respectable match for her dear sister and prevent her brother from doing as much damage as possible, regardless of his anonymity. if she happens to establish some new connections herself, she would not oppose it, but those who seek any flings with her are to be disappointed. it's business before pleasure, always.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  extra facts

  
  
  

  ✧ there exists a photo of teenage xiaoran, dressed up as a slytherin student when visiting the alnwick castle. it's also definitely stored somewhere secret and dark.
  
  ✧ if you appreciate your eyes or your limbs then keep your fingers and gaze away from her sister !!
  
  ✧ has knitted a scarf for xiaoyu and everytime she wears it, which is maybe once a year, her heart goes ♡♡♡
  
  ✧ does not care for cars but will go on a ride with her siblings for the vibes.
  
  ✧ likes to eat very spicy food even though her mouth feels like burning off
  
  ✧ has a special lawyer hired for the yuyu and nix trouble cases. he is paid very well.
  
  ✧ likes to go to classical music concerts. #mozartstan
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[macheath .]

de asturias

amadeo

NAME ⎯ amadeo de asturias
ROLE ⎯ royal, prince of spain

AGE ⎯ twenty-two
GENDER ⎯ cis man

PRONOUNS — he/him
SEXUALITY ⎯ bisexual

P.O.B ⎯ madrid, spain
ETHNICITY ⎯ hispanic

HEIGHT ⎯ 5'11”
WEIGHT ⎯ 173 lbs

BUILD
tall and considerably athletic, amadeo sticks to a healthy diet alongside his regular sport activities in order to maintain a proper image to the general public.

HAIR
brunette brown and luscious, the cinnamon curls upon his head offer the delicate sight of a proudly worn mane. he generally doesn't enjoy people touching his hair if it's not for the purpose of playfully yanking it back.

EYES
brilliant amber, guilty of shooting cupid's arrows through the hearts of those who happen to fall victim to his captivating glance. they can be intense at times.

SKIN
fair and sunkissed, amadeo's skin seems to have been sculpted and dipped into honeyed ambrosia by the divine creator himself. he religiously follows a daily skincare routine.

OTHER FEATURES
well rounded lips, full and róse tinted, adorned by a cupid's bow right above a charming smile. its captivating gleam has taken the spanish nation hostage.

WARDROBE
his wardrobe is made out of classy suits and designer clothes, nothing in there being even remotely under the $500 price mark due to his luxurious lifestyle.

PERSONALITY
cupido of the heavens, paragon of royal youth, compassionate patron ⎯ all of these unofficial titles seem to summarize the cherubic looking crown prince of spain. the royal family praises him, the common populace adores him, and the national news simply can't get enough of his every activity. amadeo possesses the elegance, class, and refinement of a nobleborn, and yet the compassion, charity, and charisma of a proper heir to the royal throne. being in considerably huge favor of the masses and the media, no member of the crown seems to be quite as surveyed as the cherubim of the spanish nation.

constantly subjected to being watched under a looking glass like an exotic animal amidst fascinated spectators, amadeo has mastered the secret art of performative perfection, always seen with a tender smile, big puppy dog eyes feigning innocence, telling no tale of what wickedness truly lay behind such angelic countenance. behind the facade of a charitable and compassionate darling, amadeo couldn't be more different from his public persona. the family he praises in front of the nation, he despises. the populace he supports through charity, he ridicules. the acquaintances he wishes well, he doesn't remember. none of his publicly presented actions truly reflect the hedonistic and sadistically inclined demon he keeps within. he's able to manipulate and articulate himself through anything, being a puppeteer amidst oblivious puppets, pulling the sanguine strings as he sees fit. serving himself and his own indulgences, he's incredibly unscrupulous and shameless regarding the pursuits of his heart's darkest fantasies.

taking considerably great joy in controlling other people's fates and lives, simply buying their company and willing submission, amadeo doesn't seem to hold much significance to those around him, viewing their existences as replaceable as any other acquired object in his possession. emotional attachment and commitment happen to be two bizarre concepts he rejects. having been born into the royal family, never alone and yet always lonely, amadeo doesn't consider anyone his genuine friend but himself. the people he spends time with, he eventually replaces. the secret lovers he gets intimate with, he never calls a second time. as it turns out, the nation's beloved crown prince remains as alone as he was meant to be, for he, himself, believes that royals aren't born to enjoy happiness or the simple pleasures of freedom without being surveillanced by the entire world.

VICES
vain, deceitful, cynical, apathetic, manipulative, sadistic, controlling, hedonistic, materialistic, impatient, unscrupulous, perfectionistic.

VIRTUES
intelligent, alert, witty, adaptable, charismatic, playful, eloquent, ambitious, entertaining, socially aware, persistent, adventurous.

LIKES
vintage wine, carajillo, classical music, cultural and social events, nsa encounters, rough play, sports cars, gasoline smell, arturo fuente cigars, satin bed sheets, feisty and daring attitudes.

DISLIKES
routines, tight schedules, family gatherings, public appearances on television, emotional intimacy, politics, airplanes, unpunctuality, the occasional sensation of loneliness, children, incessant conversation.

FEARS
although he earnestly believes that those born into royal circles aren't meant to be as unapologetically happy as the rest of the population, having been fed this dismal statement for as long as he can remember, he still seems to fear the possibility of it actually turning out to be unchangingly truthful. he rejects love but doesn't want it to be unavailable to him, contradicting and odd as it might be.

he's not very fond of airplanes due to his older brother's lethal accident, preferring to travel by literally anything else as long as it doesn't hover above the clouds. one would have to sternly convince him to make him enter an airplane as a passenger.

HABITS
amadeo often seeks a position of greater height to assert his dominance over those in his presence, whether that's through the means of standing close to the person to glance down at them, or, if they happen to be taller, through the simple means of stairs, platforms, etc. neither does it matter to him who the person might be.

he has the habit of licking his lips when he happens to be nervous or stressed. very subtle but still observable to someone perceptive enough in human body language.

prolonged eye contact during his conversations with others. he doesn't enjoy being the one to break his gaze first due to him viewing it as a form of admitted defeat.

he tends to stand with his hands clasped behind his back, especially when he takes part in a formal group gathering. this might be due to his royal properness, being a member of the crown, and thus, being expected to move and stand accordingly.

HOBBIES
high-stakes gambling, archery, polo, yachting, dining, rubix cubes, card and board games, dart throwing, crossword puzzles, playing piano.

LOVE LANGUAGE
words of affirmation.

GOALS FOR THE APHRODISIA
the prospect of finding a fitting candidate for marriage, although he, himself, never considered it to be something that'd fulfill him. his royal status pressures him into such planned out future, and thus, he's merely following what's expected of him as his nation's crown prince. he'd consider the arranged union to be a contract rather than a genuine partnership, and quite honestly, the promise of scandalous deviancy happens to be the main reason for his stay to begin with.

BACKGROUND
amadeo was born into spanish royalty, being the youngest child of the current crown. he used to possess a small amount of freedom and privacy way back in his early childhood due to him being the third heir in line. overall, he didn't have to worry all too much about his general public image, and thus being able to pursue a large portion of his fields of interest without the fear of national disgrace. despite such granted privilege, amadeo spent most of his childhood in solitude, not being able to enjoy life as other children around his age were naturally allowed to. such wishes were quickly extinguished by the people around him. royal formalities, etiquettes and insincerity happened to be of the utmost importance, and therefore, resist as an innocent child might, he eventually grew accustomed to such behavior. growing up rather estranged from his immediate family, although he loved his own brother dearly, enjoying each short time in his sibling's presence, his perception of relationships began to change into something distorted over the years.

the reason for his parental estrangement was his grandmother's iron clutch on him. being the queen mother, she held a considerable amount of power in royal status, and, having always been a severely strict member of the family, she made it her mission to raise amadeo in her spitting image. in spite of the reigning queen's pleas to spend time with her youngest son, the little prince was often kept away from his mother's presence for weeks on end. deeming any visits and expressions of affection to not have good effects on amadeo, the queen mother refused to give into her daughter in law's wishes, fearing that such things would only turn him weak and effeminate in the long run. instead, she forced him to focus entirely on his education and duties to shape him into the man he needed to become.

the internationally mourned death of his older brother, caused by a lethal airplane crash during overseas travels, ended up with his ascension to being the crown's heir. his older sister, despite being the middle child and rightful heir to the throne, was put aside due to gender discrimination, and thus, not further acknowledged. such happenings resulted in her downfall, caught up in countless scandals and public offences. she was ultimately put in a mental institution to get her back on track, not allowing her any further spotlight to avoid additional disgrace to the royal house. up to this day, amadeo still pays his occasional visits to the institution in spite of her hatred towards him, considering him a fraud and cheater of the game, not quite mentally stable due to her not being able to accept the truth; amadeo never wanted to ascend to the throne at all. in fact, his ascension only worsened his childhood. the mother queen's grasp on him threatened to crush him beneath strict severity and expectations.

"child or not. for the one who rules, only duty counts."

"whom god chooses to be lord, one must not forgive his weaknesses."

"he who's destined to rule must not be a mother's child."

"a prince must shine in the awareness of his duties. he must devote himself to the royal crown and must renounce his own happiness."

such teachings were plenty and shaped him into the man he's today. never to experience genuine affection and forgiveness for his mistakes, he grew up to accept that he couldn't afford to be anything but proper and perfect before a nation's observing eye. he was trained to believe that he wasn't born to be happy.

a mother's embrace and a father's acknowledgement, no such things ever took place behind shut doors, be it not for the eyes of the media, the cheering masses, and essentially, everyone but amadeo, and amadeo alone. not being able to differentiate between genuine intentions and pretense, he eventually acquired the skill of a puppeteer, pulling the required strings to receive the attention so desperately needed. learning how to fake his smiles in order to get what he wanted from those around him, deemed an angel and being treated as such, he began to take a liking to such ingenuine approach to make up for his lack of granted intimacy throughout the years. relatives, friends, flings, and acquaintances; no one was spared by his mind games.

becoming the heir at the young age of ten, he turned into the world's spectacle, deemed important and exotic, surveillanced and critiqued by the public eye. the attention of all had been shifted upon him, and he was determined to shine for the sake of expected duties, upkeeping the status quo by his own efforts. frequent charity events and compassionate words of support soon formed the wide public's opinion regarding the young crown prince, deeming him the nation's pride and treasure. in short, the masses adored him, the media adored him, and even the international news spoke only in high regards of spain's royal prince. said positive reputation hasn't changed up until this day.

RESIDENCE
he partly resides in the royal palace, also referred to as palacio real, and his own acquired housing in madrid, spain, constantly shifting between the two locations due to his severely strict schedules.

HEADCANONS
- a sadist through and through. he takes great pleasure in breaking other people's ideas of him being the gentle and soft spoken darling boy he appears to be in the public eye. in his wicked little mind, dropping the pretentious act and revealing his true personality happens to be the most intimate moment one could ever hope to share with him. truth be told, his flings never stay and he doesn't want them to.

- ironically enough, his name means "beloved by god."

- founder of his own charity program, "cherub association", he's widely known for being a generous and compassionate member of the royal elite, especially given his rather young age. the non profit organisation has donated several millions of euros to the benefit of the poor in the past three years of its public existence. hosting a formal vip event in madrid once a year, inviting all sorts of guests with elite status in support of his charity, amadeo has proven himself to be quite an efficient host.

- he has a habit of paying his occasional flings, whether they're actually swers or not. seeing it as a good means to keep things professional, and to compensate for his frequent cruelties, he chooses transaction over any further attachments. once he's done, you're supposed to take the money, leave his housing and never contact him again.

more to be added over time.

coded by reveriee.

 

[birth of venus]

v.g.h.

서예슬

underboss

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene.

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  full name

  
  

  Veronica Beatriz Guerra Huaman.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nickname

  
  

  "vero" to all.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  23 years old.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender

  
  

  cis female.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  questioning.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  p.o.b.

  
  

  miraflores, peru.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity.

  
  

  Latina.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  role.

  
  

  Underboss.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  scroll

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Long black hair, reaching her lower back. Her hair is thick and sometimes much too heavy to handle, but she's too attached to cut it all off.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  

  Round, dark brown eyes, always keen and often accompanied by undereye bags.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  5'8", with a tall willowy build. Vero is all long fingers and lean limbs, but she's not very athletic. She simply knows how to keep herself healthy.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d. feats.

  
  

  Her thick dark eyebrows.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  face claim.

  
  

  Natalia Castellar Calvani.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  persona.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  that bitch

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  A brilliant diamond formed under pressure, Veronica is walking talking ambition and tenacity. One would be surprised if they knew exactly what the Guerra-Huaman family got up to - you wouldn't expect the daughter of such a legacy to hold such a bright and sunny disposition, yet here she stands, basking in the glory of newfound power. Veronica knows exactly what she wants and how to achieve it. Since her youth, she has been raised to fulfill a role for her father, protégé to a man who built an invisible empire with his own bare burnt hands. And yet, the weight of such a role has never ached her shoulders. Many who know her now would describe her as high spirited, enthusiastic, and even downright bubbly. Maybe a bit of an airhead. There is some truth to that perception - Vero is truly happy now for the opportunities presented to her, and her ambition knows no bounds. But she is no fool, and she is not naive. She knows very well just what her family business truly is, and she knows exactly how to keep up appearances to maintain her late father's hard work.
  
  The actuality of this bright young girl is that, underneath the sweet smiles and eccentric chatter, there is a woman with a hardened stomach who knows what needs to be done. She not only watched her parents build an empire, she was taught what to do and what not to do, and the measures that it took to ensure their success. Desensitized to violence and viscera, Vero is ruthless. Sure, she wouldn't dare lay a hand on another person, but truly it is because she doesn't need to. There's always a guy to take care of it for her.
  
  Presently, Vero has been balancing family affairs and graduate school as she pursues a dual degree, currently studying for a Masters degree in medicinal chemistry, and a Bachelors in botany. Her goal has always been to finish school as fast as possible, and with her remarkable intelligence and wit, she has been working steadily on her degrees for many years now after graduating from a private high school much earlier than her peers. While she is proud of her smarts and achievements, there is a newfound feeling that Vero has never had to contend with before. She's a bit lonely, even more so after the death of her father, and has realized how little of her life has been spent socializing with others. Truthfully it has never bothered her until now. Perhaps that is why she has decided to attend Aphrodisia.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  interests

  
  

  
  

  Vero has a variety of interests, mainly focused on her fields of study. She loves botany, currently owning her own greenhouse where she grows a large variety of different plants and herbs for fun and for her studies. She also quite likes cooking, reading, dancing, and being in the outdoors.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  
  

  Vero has a bit of an ego - she claims to fear nothing. Truly, though, she does fear death and illness. She watched her father die of untreatable cancer, and that has left quite the scar. Vero is a bit of a hypochondriac now, eating only the healthiest of food, taking her vitamins, doing whatever means necessary to ensure she or her family does not get sick.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  love language

  
  

  
  

  She'd be hard pressed to admit it, but Vero has rarely ever had any significant, personal relationships. She had one boyfriend during high school, a girlfriend during undergrad, but nothing lasting longer than a few months at most. She finds it hard to connect with other people, especially those who don't know her truly, who don't know exactly what her family is involved with. To be frank, Vero prefers hookups and no connections. Vulnerability was not a trait she was born with.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  goals for aphrodisia

  
  

  
  

  Her decision to attend the event was made last minute, in all honesty. At the moment, Vero needs a bit of a break. She's attended her fair share of events and company parties, but nothing as intriguing as the promised festival. She has no intention to search for love, simply pleasure.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  history.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  el pasado.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Vero remembers the cold chill of the ocean breeze, standing on the green cliffs of the beaches of Miraflores. She remembers the earthy spice of her home country's food, savory and divine, flavors that would smooth out the worry lines of her mother's brow and blossom warmth and smiles. Memories and moments shared, before the weight of expectations held her tight.
  
  Second born of the Guerra-Huaman family, Vero was born during a time period of great change. Truly, Josefina's second pregnancy was not planned but was welcomed all the same, with excitement and love and new adventure. She was worried it would interfere with their newfound business, but Mauricio was over the moon. Only recently had they founded Labific Pharmaceuticals, working in tandem with Vero's grandparents to fund and build their business.
  
  Much of her early childhood was calm, loving and humble. Her older brother Alejandro was softer back then. Her parents hadn't gotten their hands so dirty. While Vero had been born in Miraflores, near her mother's hometown, they had moved back near Jalisco, Mexico, to be near their father's family once she turned five. At six years old, her parents divorced for reasons they did not understand, for her parents still cared for each other deeply. It was a minor bump in the road compared to the problems that were to come. Alejandro slowly began to pull away, but she paid no mind. It was evident from the start that Vero was an extremely bright child. She began speaking at a much younger age, and was writing by three years old. She soared quickly through elementary school, and was placed into private schools for secondary. She was always a keen child, always observant. She knew there was something afoot when her father would get home from working late hours, reeking of chemicals and hands burnt to the point of little feeling.
  
  Everybody knew that Vero was a daddy's girl, through and through. When she wasn't in school, she'd accompany her father to work and examine the way their laboratories would carefully pack pills and create the different medicines they sold. They'd make games out of memorizing the periodic table of elements, he'd quiz her on the basics of science, and the moments Vero made her father smile with pride were her favorite memories.
  
  One quiet morning, Vero had been left in the office of a local cleaning company that her mother owned. The smell of soap and cleaning products lingered in the air, the manufactured smell of sanitized cleanliness still so clear in her mind. Her father told her to stay put as he needed to handle a small issue. In her childhood mind, she wanted to ask him for ice cream after. And so Vero followed the path she had watched her father take to venture downstairs into the basement. The girl distinctly remembers the feeling of eyes on her, the workers watching her with horror and worry, but none too brave to tell the boss' daughter what not to do.
  
  Opening a heavy iron door, Vero descended into the basement and found her father standing over a dead body. The ceilings of the room were high, ventilation hoods whirring with effort, and there was that same sickly chemical smell that lingered on her father's clothes.
  
  "Mira, Vero. Esto es lo que pasa cuando no sigues las reglas." Her father took a long breath, and dropped the gun. She still remembers the vivid detail of blood spatter on his face. "No llores, mija. Ayúdame a limpiar este desmadre, y de ahi vamos a comprarte un heladito."
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  el futuro.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  What Vero learned from a very young age was that her family's company was a type of front. From her mother's explanations, apparently pharmaceuticals was always their goal, first and foremost. But with their expertise and having the right connections in Central America, her father realized where the real money was.
  
  Running a major pharmaceutical company was the perfect front for their blooming drug business.
  
  In the beginning, it was Josefina who handled the business negotiations and the money laundering. Her father was the cook, a man who could make extremely pure meth and other high grade high demand products. His product was what launched them to an international scale within a decade. Before long, her parents didn't even need to handle things. With the ridiculous amounts of money there were raking in, being able to clean their money through their company's business earnings, soon it became easier to hire laboratories of workers to meet the demand for their products.
  
  By the time she graduated high school, at fourteen years old, Veronica learned how to make lab-grade methamphetamine. By seventeen years old, she was churning out product at 98.3% purity, record breaking levels. That was one of the many tests her father put her through, preparing her for the family business. With their level of success, it was unlikely they'd ever have Vero herself needing to cook product - they had plenty of people working for them who made perfectly acceptable crystal. In her father's eyes, however, she needed to know everything there was to know.
  
  Her father died the day after her 21st birthday, and Vero has been trying to fill his shoes ever since.
  
  Mauricio's death, an unfortunate stroke while he was alone in his office, was met with much more media attention than her family had ever received before. He was a major name in Central and South America, after all, and their company was renowned for providing affordable options for medicine in impoverished countries. They eventually expanded to America in the last few years and made quite the name for themselves as well. Much of their competition was left wondering if they were finally defeated.
  
  A decision that left Vero a bit bitter was the fact that, after all of their time spent together, her father left Alejandro a sizable amount of inheritance, and guaranteed his place as the new co-owner of Labific Pharmaceuticals. Much of her life had been spent studying, preparing, learning what her father needed her to know. Her brother, on the other hand, was more of a momma's boy, and for reasons Vero never understood it seemed he wasn't nearly as involved as she was. By adulthood, she decided that he was weak. A coward. With such opportunities presented to him, Alejandro denied his inheritance and left it all to Vero, who was happy to oblige. He walked away from their family and never returned.
  
  Who cares? Vero thought, I don't need him.
  
  After the funeral and the will reading, Vero hashed out the details with her mother. After she earned her Masters degree, she would take her place as co-owner of Labific and truly begin work in earnest. In the meantime, it seems she still has a few years to go. Now, the girl is in need of some good ol' relaxation, and an invitation to attend the Aphrodisia festival seemed like the perfect opportunity.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  grow like a body in the garden.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  an extra text

  
  
  
  
  

  an extra reply

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  connections.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Mauricio Guerra.

  
  
  
  

  Beloved late father.

  
  
  
  

  Vero's father and closest confidante. Many of her notable traits stemmed from her father - he was prideful, good mannered, and loved by all. A fact that surpises many is that her parents divorced when she was young, but despite their differenced her parents still ran the company side by side. By no means was he flighty or careless, the man knew when business needed to be attended to, and raised his family with a strict hand. But Vero never felt unwanted or unloved. He was extremely caring, and taught her to take fate into her own hands and forge the life that she wanted. Despite having an older brother, she was truly raised and taught under his wing.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Josefina Huaman

  
  
  
  

  mother

  
  
  
  

  Hardened and determined, Josefina spent a bit more time with her son than her daughter, creating a bit of a rift between the two. The definition of I'm not a business, woman, I'm a businesswoman!, Josefina was extremely dedicated to her work. Vero holds no ill will towards her, but their relationship feels more like a business transaction than anything. Her mother always loved her older brother the most, after all. But now that her father is gone, there's been a bit more of a connection. Maybe her mother regrets her actions.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  Alejandro Guerra-Huaman

  
  
  
  

  Older brother

  
  
  
  

  The disgraced first born son, Vero rarely talks with her brother after he all but abandoned their family after their father's passing. Vero thinks him an idiot and a coward. He stepped away from the inheritance and the family legacy, and so Vero happily stepped up to the plate. They rarely talk.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  angel of small death and the codeine scene

  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[dreamglow]

phoenix

underboss brat baby

birth name

zhu zhipeng
朱志鵬

english name

phoenix zhu

nicknames

zz, nix, xiaoyao (little goblin), whore-nado, brat baby

age

21

gender

male

sexuality

definitely not hetero

place of birth

shanghai, china

ethnicity

chinese

languages

mandarin, cantonese, english, italian, spanish, japanese

role type

underboss

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  fluctuates between light brown and dark brown. has paid a lot to make it have a permanent wavy and tousled look. he often parts it in the middle to frame his face and leave some of his forehead showing.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  a dark brown that will stare into your soul

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  178 cm (5’10”)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  unusually high cheekbones for a guy. plump, doll-like lips with a prominent cupid’s bow

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  piercing in his left ear and a lightning strike tattoo that spans the entirety of his back.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  bi wenjun

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  the perfect blend of chaos and incredibly fake innocence, phoenix is absolutely a force to be reckoned with. he barrels into people’s lives whether they want him to or not and makes sure his mark is there to stay. a master of manipulation, he draws people in with big doe eyes, sweet words, innocent expressions and light touches—and before they know it, they’ve sunk deep into his web spun from deceit.
  
  a walking tornado (whore-nado is more like it), he has the tendency to destroy everything in his path. he destroys self-esteem and wreaks havoc on others emotional states and feelings by letting them fall in love with him before leaving them high and dry. he’s a runner (he’s a track star) and will run from attachment or anything remotely close to a relationship the second he sniffs it out.
  
  phoenix is a brat in every sense of the word, and not in the way one would think. he’s not the spoiled youngest child baby boy, and in fact is actually hated by his father, he’s a brat because he always gets what he wants. always. even if he’s not supposed to have it, he’ll work damn hard to make sure he gets it. if it’s a guy his sister wants, nix will have him first, that’s for sure. pushing peoples buttons is a favorite game of his, a game that becomes even better when they finally snap. what? he just wants to see how hard he has to push until they break and he gets punished for it.
  
  when he’s not hard at work playing the seduction game, phoenix can be found terrorizing his sisters, tearing up the town and getting arrested with xiaoyu, purposely pissing off the father figure and being sassy as hell.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  determined, suave, confident, resourceful, charming, decisive, clever, sarcastic, fearless, ambitious
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  hedonistic, egocentric, manipulative, arrogant, destructive, messy, immature, materialistic, greedy, narcissistic
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  sex, flirting, clubbing, partying, drinking, drugs, showing off his body, dancing, people who are good at dancing, being a brat, snowboarding, posting thirst traps on tiktok, stealing men and women from xiaoyu, sunny days, working out, designer brands, cars, dogs, kiwi fruit, cupcakes, swimming, coffee, summer time, drawing, pissing off daddio
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  love, relationships, the word no, attachment, clingy people, crying, winter, mornings, not getting what he wants, being ignored, when he’s not the center of attention, cats, tea, reading, all romance movies, hearing about the family business, coconut, helicopters, boring people, getting lectured, cheaply made clothes, knock off brands
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  falling in love and/or actually getting attached to people, being held for ransom (it’s happened before, just ask xiaoran), torture in a non-sexual way, that killer clown craze from america making its way to shanghai
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  constantly licking his lips, also always bites his lower lips, clenches his jaw when annoyed
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  syaoran

  
  
  
  

  how it be

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  syaoran it happened again

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  what did

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  someone said they really liked me

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  and how did you react?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  i ran

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  good boy

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Call lasted 5:19.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  phoenix —
  
  /ˈfēniks/
  noun
  
  

  a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle
  
  a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.​

  
  born as a premie, zhu zhipeng went through the ringer. he spent months in the hospital, hooked up to all sorts of tubes, and there were many times the nurses and doctors thought he wasn’t going to make it through the night. but he did. miraculously, he pulled through. “he’s like a phoenix, rising from the ashes with a new zest for life” commented one of the nurses. and that nickname stuck. phoenix was here to stay.
  
  the chaos started at a young age. with a mostly absent mother, young zhipeng was left alone, pretty much brought up by his elderly neighbor. how he managed to survive, no one actually knew, but he managed to stay alive somehow. barely. a few years later, he was thrown in the back of a car his mother stole and heard her tell him he was being sent to live with his father. and zhipeng had no idea who his father was, but anything could be better than his mother.
  
  scratch that. this guy wasn’t much better. the second zhu jinfeng laid eyes on his son, he disliked him. maybe it was the fact that phoenix looked just like him, or maybe it was the fact that he was the result of a drunken one night stand. either way, jinfeng did not like nix and the boy felt it. regardless, nix still tried to please his father and win his affection. but it was to know avail. no matter what he did, he knew jinfeng would never love him.
  
  though, just because he was disliked and unloved didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be part of the family business. oh no. he learned all about the “hotels” they owned, the drugs that were trafficked, arms that were sold and the government and military officials that bought their spyware and technology. did he like it? no. did he enjoy all the money it brought in? yes. the older nix became, the more he enjoyed the money. his sister xiaoran inheriting the business meant he and xiaoyu could do whatever they wanted. and do whatever they wanted, they did. nothing was safe. laundromats, bars, car dealerships. nothing. they rained terror down upon the city, destroying pretty much everything there.
  
  the first time phoenix was called into his father’s office, it was for breaking into the laundromat to see if they could fit in one of the industrial dryers. “finally remembered you had a son, did you?” and the slap he received for it was the worst he’s ever gotten. he barely heard anything about how he was being a disgrace to the family name, too busy reeling over what the hell just happened. from that point on, however, he was going to “disgrace” the family name even more.
  
  after snowboarding competitions, he made sure his “babysitters” (people his father sent to supervise him) saw him leave the local bars and clubs with different people. and if he woke up the next morning on some strangers floor with a slew of angry texts messages from papa zhu, well, it was worth it. then he dipped his toes into street racing, winning just as much as he lost and threatening to be cut off if he crashed any more cars. he has yet to be cut off.
  
  and though most viewed him as a promiscuous little minx, which he was, he took snowboarding seriously. mainly because it became his outlet, his escape. out on the mountain and in the terrain park, it was just him, his board and the snow beneath. the drugs, the arms trade, the sales of illegal tech, the fact that he’ll never be loved by his father, all disappeared from his mind the second he secured the bindings. snowboarding was his thing and nothing his father and family did or said would take that away from him.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  hobbies/interests

  
  
  

  other than sleeping with as many people as possible, nix’s main hobby is snowboarding. every chance he gets during the winter, he flies to nanshan ski resort to spend the weekend on the slopes. in fact, he’s so good that he’s become one of the top ten riders (snowboarder) in the country and has represent china in the x games several times. currently trying to qualify for the next winter olympics. he also really enjoys racing xiaoyu whenever they take trips to the autobahn.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  current residence

  
  
  

  a large, spacious penthouse apartment in one of the tallest high rises of shanghai. far as fuck away from papacito.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  love language

  
  
  

  this boy runs from even the slightest whiff of love, how will he have a love language? but given his sexual prowess, it could be physical touch or words of affirmation.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  mbti type

  
  
  

  estp — the entrepreneur
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  enneagram

  
  
  

  type 8 (wing 7)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  goals for aphrodisia

  
  
  

  well, it sure as shit is not to fall in or find love. honestly, his main goal is to expand his bed friends and fuck buddies since he has probably slept with the entirety of china by this point.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  family

  
  
  

  zhu jinfeng: though phoenix is the youngest and only boy, his father does not like him. at all. it's probably due to the fact that phoenix does the opposite of what he wants and "taints the family name", but whatever. nix still benefits off of the family business and hasn't been ousted yet, so he'll take what he can get.
  
  xiaoran (vivian): oldest half-sister. he's not as close to her as he is to yu, but gets along nevertheless. she kind of keeps him grounded, or tries to, and is the one he calls whenever he gets into serious trouble. get arrested? ran is the one being called.
  
  xiaoyu (annie): honestly, his best friend. even though he likes to annoy the shit out of her by stealing her men from her, they're ride or dies. when you're irish twins, how can you not be? she's the first one that would run over him with her car, but he also knows she has his back, always.
  
  chaoxiang: half-brother through his mothers side. has no relation to the girls or the family business at all, but thinks he does. is incredibly mean to phoenix because of it and tries to threaten him in order to gain access.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  i hit it first

  
  

  ray j

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[miyabi]

noah e. navarro -- heir to navarro pacific ; oil industry

​

 

[TheVoidQueen]

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  Anastasia Solonik

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  # underboss

  
  
  
  
  

  # vanya jagnic

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[Stardust Galaxy]

• ta
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• lien xuan phan

  full name

  lien xuan phan

  nickname

  lili, xu

  age

  22

  gender

  female

  sexuality

  bisexual

  p.o.b

  dà nẵng, vietnam

  ethnicity

  vietnamese

  role

  royal

  hair

  dark brown

  eye color

  dark brown

  height

  5'3"/163 cm

  dist. features

  doe eyes, plump lips

  body mods

  ears pierced

  faceclaim

  quỳnh kool

  basics

  persona

  history

  miscellaneous
• persona

  Lien Xuan walks through life with an elegant and kind demeanor, beaming a sweet smile and an open heart wherever she goes. Despite living in a protected world where everything she wanted was just an order away. She is someone with ideals that desires to leave her footprint in the world.
  
  But despite her desires, the reality is totally the opposite, as she is always trying to fulfill the expectations of her father, and every action she does is based on what would make him happy rather than what would make her happy in reality.
  
  Someone that blindly believes that everyone is gentle despite the obstacles in their lives. She is someone with clear values and that aims to never lose sight of what truly matters.

  Happiness is a butterfly

  lana del rey

  
  

  vices

  sensitive to criticism
  reluctant to open up
  perfectionistic
  conflict averse
  overly high expectations

  virtues

  creative
  insightful
  principled
  passionate
  altruistic

  basics

  persona

  history

  miscellaneous
• history

  Even before she was born; Lien’s family was known to always take part in the politics of Vietnam. It wasn’t unknown to see one of her relatives being part of the communist party. It was almost like a family tradition to partake in these activities. And Lien’s father wasn’t a stranger to that; someone that had the ambition to rule the country no matter what he had to do in order to get to the place he wanted.
  
  Phan Ca Chien was a man that really didn’t care about feelings and focused more on the results and what could be beneficial to him; that was the reason he married Trần Ai Bian, a socialite whose family was well known around to be well acquainted in the communist's circle party; and it was the perfect way to make his way through that world to eventually fulfilling his goal of becoming the president of Vietnam.
  
  He had everything perfectly planned except for the surprise that when the pair decided on having children, Ai Bian suffer miscarriage after miscarriage. This was terrible, according to Ca Chien’s plans, but after several tries, Ai Bian conceived a child. One that the doctors reassure her would be too risky for Ai Bian, but she didn’t desist from fulfilling the pregnancy. Maybe she hoped to be a mother that much that she didn’t mind the consequences.
  
  Unfortunately, Ai Bian passed away while giving birth because of bleeding and the only reminiscent of her was a healthy baby girl, but not everyone thought that way as Ca Chien saw his world crumble. How his heir was going to be a girl? It was a disaster and a shame for him. But the damage was already done and had to deal with raising a girl rather than the boy he expected would follow his steps.
  
  While growing up, Lien Xuan was raised by nannies as her father became too busy with his work and, in reality, he didn’t want to be part of his daughter’s life. As a child, she started developing an affinity for the arts, and sooner it became one of her passions, especially dancing. She thought if excelled at something, then her father would pay attention to her; but she was wrong despite all her efforts to be the perfect daughter. That was an example of society’s standards. Lien Xuan never received the love of a father that she always longed.
  
  As the years passed, Lien Xuan became a vessel full of everyone’s desires and expectations and what society demanded her to be and that’s what she finally realized that maybe she never knew who she really was.

  basics

  persona

  history

  miscellaneous
• miscellaneous

  hobbies

  gardening, making floral arrangements

  fears

  never being able to be herself

  love language

  words of affirmation

  MBTI

  INFJ-T

  goals

  find who she really is

  residence

  penthouse in Ho Chi Minh

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[Uxie]

xiaoyu

underworld's princess

full name

zhu xiaoyu, angeline

cn. name

朱晓妤

nickname(s)

annie

, yuyu

alias

hebe

age

twenty-two

gender

female

sexuality

bisexual (male lean)

d.o.b.

april 26, 2000

p.o.b.

shanghai, china

ethnicity

han chinese

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  dark brown waves; never dyed, and carefully maintained with an extensive haircare routine. silky smooth, and often intentionally left in effortlessly dainty half-curls.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  a doe-eyed beauty, xiaoyu's wide, dark eyes give her the image of youthful innocence. a feeling tugs at your gut that something else lays beneath, but you just can't quite place your finger on it.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  1.62m – 5'4

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  dist. features

  
  

  doe eyes, accompanied by a cheeky smile. she's also been told she has pretty hands.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  

  pierced ears

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  zhu xudan

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  sociable, lovable, vivacious, loyal, versatile, observant
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  egoistic, manipulative, pitiless, frivolous, petulant, materialistic
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  personality

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  it seems contradictory in itself that someone raised in such an environment could turn out a demeanour so bright. a perpetual smile adorns her face, and to all who know her, xiaoyu waltzes through life with carefree twirls and blasé steps. she hasn't often had to think about the consequences of her actions; raised as pampered as royalty and learning quickly how to wield the power she had been so graciously gifted. years of attention has created a girl self-absorbed, in that she lives quite contentedly in her own world, pre-occupied with only the concerns of her own and of her beloved little supporting ensemble. her passions ebb and flow like waning tides, driven as she is fickle in going through her long list of varied interests, and so easily distracted in pursuing her goals that could only be expressed in the vague wave of a hand. an animated, excitable character, armed with a sugar-sweet smile as unassuming as it is alluring.
  
  it would do you well, though, to know the angel in her name is only skin-deep. she is no lucifer hiding behind saccharine words, because lucifer had held a place in heaven once. truly, you'd brought this onto yourself, no? her only real crime is a lie by omission— what ever made you think she'd bring you to paradise?
  
  to all who know her, masked by her innocence is a ruthlessness that proves her a member of the zhu family. she may not be in the family business, but she was certainly raised at the center of its web. she, who does not often resort to violence but is rarely fazed by it— who has been both lethal hand and the nefarious whisper in your ear; who is fearsome because she knows no fear. she is not a woman easy to swallow, born to be fiery and fatal. impetuous, yet perceptive beyond what you might realise in your brief encounter. her loyalties run deep, but only to those who hold the privilege of occupying a space in her heart; otherwise, xiaoyu's slender fingers have grown expert at tugging at the threads, pushing and pulling until every doll is in position.
  
  it doesn't particularly matter to her if a seam rips or a leg tears; just as long as she gets to see a good show.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  interests

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  shooting

  
  

  her single endeavour into learning combat that produced a lone skill— though not particularly knowledgeable not adept with handling guns, xiaoyu's a naturally good shot. not that she's had much opportunity to show it off. a deathly accurate thrower, as well.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  photography

  
  

  adores taking pictures of her family and friends. it's unfortunate she can't show that off either, but her love has translated into a carefully curated aesthetic on her social media.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  racing

  
  

  when you have the funds for such a hobby, what's there to lose? and the thrill of it all! what's not to love?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  card & board games

  
  

  just because her sister loves them. she's always mentally prepared to be the loser, though she has improved over the years that she can at least produce an interesting game. would probably do better against people who aren't competitive demons, if she would just... remember the rules. the only game she excels at is cluedo, through sheer, absurd luck.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  superstitions

  
  

  has an interest in chinese divination practices, but not a hardcore believer. xiaoyu has studied fengshui somewhat and knows how to read palms, though it's usually just an excuse to touch someone's hands.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skiing

  
  

  was kinda, sorta into it as a kid. begged her dad to buy a ski resort only for it to have been neglected by her for years after. at least it generates passive revenue.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  her fears are a... difficult thing to dissect. on the mundane side, there are things like needles or snakes; on a deeper level lies worries of the debilitating misery of standing alone on her own stage or the day the bright dashes of colour and excitement that mark her world cease to exist. there are two things xiaoyu can't live without, and she abhors considering the day she might no longer find reason to live. so, she chooses not to.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  habits

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  resting smiling face, stares (unblinkingly) when thinking hard, makes a lot of eye contact when in conversations, pinky-out cup hold
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  ran jiejie ♡

  
  
  
  

  Hey! I'm on Messenger.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  大姐

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  you will not believe

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  ran jiejie ♡ didn't pick up.

  
  
  
  
  

  not available to call right now, what's up?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  he broke up with me!

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  xuhong?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  YEAH

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  what?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  are you feeling ok?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  yes 233333

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  i just want an excuse to ask you to take me out to dinner

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  yuyu, you know you don't need an excuse for that.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  233 it's more fun this way

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  can you call me when you hv time?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Call lasted 5:05.

  
  
  
  
  

  don't be late.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  history

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  perhaps it was always in her fate to be beyond expectations. she started young— from birth, even.
  
  a reconnection with the past, a chance encounter at dusk with an old lover. nothing was to come out of it, except, well, her. it was a cryptic pregnancy; a surprise up until her mother was holding her in her arms, drenched in sweat and in complete disbelief. a young socialite still yet prepared to be a mother and as much a free spirit as her daughter would come to be, her baby was passed to the care of a beloved friend with a daughter of her own just two years older. the two ladies decide upon a name for her together— xiaoyu, after the older's own.
  
  xiaoyu would grow up with two mothers: one who insists on being called "aunt" instead, and one who appears weekly at times and every few months at others. she is a dazzling woman, with a captivating allure, though she always looks on with an unreadable expression. there is always caution in the way she reaches for her; tenderness in the way she strokes her hair; apology in her voice as she whispers "i love you."
  
  meng yijing— a name as pretty as her, and as she lovingly guides her hand in tracing its strokes, xiaoyu wonders why she worries her daughter might forget a mother's name.
  
  xiaoyu is almost nine when she learns the meaning of 狐假虎威— a tale of a clever fox borrowing a tiger's power with the cutest accompanying pictures in class; nine-turning-ten when she mourns the loss of aunt, and it is then mother truly becomes mum, enveloping both girls in a tight hug as she stifles her own tears; a little over ten when her sister begins sharpening her blade and disappearing often behind bold, formidable doors; ten-turning-eleven when a kindly lady coaxes her into that same building with the promise of seeing xiaoran. nudged gently through those large doors that click shut behind her, and told to wait obediently.
  
  thus, a small girl finds herself standing fearlessly in front of a man dubbed by many the cruelest of monsters. "you're handsome. who are you?"
  a pause. "zhu jinfeng."
  "that's my last name, too."
  another pause, before he asks a question she'd prepared for years to answer. "who's your mother?"
  
  perhaps it is the result of love that had been thought lost, or the timely appearance of the owner of the name so proudly proclaimed; a combination of factors that produces an outcome beyond expectations— the little girl emerges not beaten nor chastised but in the arms of her father.
  
  the fox had found her tiger.
  
  whether it is the result of apologeticness to her aunt, or genuine affection for her mother, xiaoyu is different from the rest of his children. an innocent amidst the savagery of the crime family, a beloved princess, cherished and favoured for all that she did. she is allowed, almost encouraged to shy away from the darkness of the family business, though annie dips her toes in it carelessly regardless. it is a joy, indeed, to have power, and the title bestowed on her wields significant power. it is a title she so carefully maintains, to both be and not be her father's daughter. she had long discarded concerns of inheriting the family, determined that her sister would be a better fit and realising quickly she did not need to be a ruler to hold the crown. she spends her life carefree and unburdened by the responsibilities of your most typical crimelords, teasing the youngest and taking full advantage of the privileges she had been granted.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  a socialite with a story of her own to tell, yijing has grown fully into a loving mother to her daughter(s). much like her daughter, she remains relatively uninvolved in the business affairs of the zhu family but the two have always kept in close contact. their personalities mesh together well, and xiaoyu adores spending time with her.
  
  

  zhu jinfeng [father]:

  a callous, cold, and unfeeling man by nature who turns unbelievably warm and soft when it comes to his youngest daughter. he caters to her near every request, though xiaoyu has always known not to overstep boundaries. they aren't as close as they were when she was a teenager, but she always makes time for him to ensure their connection (and her influence) doesn't fray.
  
  

  zhu xiaoran [half-sister]:

  they were practically raised together, and xiaoyu has no shortage of admiration and adoration for her sister. though xiaoyu herself despises having to do business for the zhu's, it isn't an unlikely occurrence for her to do what she can to assist her sister on whatever endeavour she has taken on. admittedly, she's quite delighted she'll have another tiger to last her the rest of her lifetime, too.
  
  

  zhu zhipeng [half-brother]:

  the two are a textbook example of siblings, with a close bond characterised by petty bickering and childish fights. xiaoyu terrorised him for much of their growing-up years, and it seems he has returned with a somewhat-vengeance. a nuisance, for sure, but someone who holds a special place in her heart, still. it would be perfect if he simply had an entirely different personality, but she'll love him anyways.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  meet someone, fall in love, who knows? anything can happen at aphrodisia, and perhaps she's really here for the thrill of that unknowability.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  ♡ a sorta polyglot: fluent in english, chinese, and japanese; proficient in khmer, dutch, and french (canadian specifically)
  ♡ grr don't touch my sister bark bark grrr
  ♡ can and will cry on command
  ♡ rpn username neon reveri but that's a secret!
  ♡ her reputation as a socialiate precedes her status as the daughter of a crime lord
  ♡ educated internationally, and has an odd blend of american-australian in her accent when speaking english
  ♡ spent a semester in quebec while she was in university. parties were great
  ♡ not a hedonist, and somewhat vanilla in terms of experience— sex is just one part of relationships she enjoys, with only the occasional fling. no-strings-attached isn't quite as fun to her
  ♡ but a switch, in case you were wondering.
  ♡ has probably killed a man, but sources vary
  ♡ LOVES DISNEYLAND. take her to disneyland
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  SURNAME:

  Ravern

  
  

  GIVEN NAME:

  Bashi

  
  

  GENDER:

  Male

  
  

  AGE:

  22

  
  

  BIRTHDATE:

  November 13

  
  

  BIRTHPLACE:

  Nicaragua

  
  
  

  NOTE:

  Here for new gang connections.
• PERSONALITY:
  

  Both up for fighting and flirting, Bashi toes the lines between friends and foes with almost everyone he meets. He's not sure how much he actually likes other people or whether they're just a means to his end. His mother raised him to be ruthless in a conniving and cunning way and he lives most his life for her and her drug empire in Nicaragua. Coming to the aphrodisia is on his mother's orders to make nice with other underbosses. He's to give them whatever he needs to to get their loyalty in return. But living under his mother's thumb has left him angry in a complacent and docile sort of way. It makes him reckless. He's got a sharp tongue and enjoys watching others get angry at him and his rude mouth. And then he likes to watch them flounder when he switches it up and flirts with them. He doesn't want anyone to ever know what he's thinking about them, much less what he's thinking at all.

  
  BIOGRAPHY:
  

  Bashi boasts just a mother since age ten when she stabbed his father six times with a knife in the kitchen. He watched with apt fascination as his father weakly crawled to him for help before he died. He hasn't been the same since. Take what you will from this information.

  
  

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  prefers men
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  PARENTS:

  Hera Ravern, Sergio Ravern (deceased)

  
  

  SIBLINGS:

  N/A

  
  

  PARTNER:

  N/A

  
  

  FRIENDS:

  his bodyguard, Chris Reese

  
  
  

  NOTE:

  262 Contiguo A Enitel Ticuantepe, Managua, Nicaragua is his residence
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  plants (succulents mostly), knives, cats, big dogs, riding horses, driving fast, the color green, poetry, flirting, fighting, writing, fashion, (secretly really likes soft things like stuffed animals), the ocean

  
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  stuffed animals definitely, guns, drugs, talking for the most part, cutting his hair, cowards, abusers, when his plants die

  
  HOBBIES:
  

  horse riding, swimming, reading, writing, knife throwing, horticulture, pickup soccer

  
  

  NOTE:

  love language is words of affirmation

Art by bobatae

 

[aeneas.]

clemonte

;; lancelot

NAME — prince lancelot clemonte of windsor.
NICKNAME — lance is both his most popular nickname and the name he usually goes by. his sister also likes to call him sunny to mess with him.
AGE — 23 years old.
GENDER — cismale.
SEXUALITY — bisexual.
P.O.B — windsor, UK.
ETHNICITY — caucasian.
ROLE TYPE — royal, prince of england (well, windsor specifically).

HEIGHT — 6'3"
WEIGHT — 177 lbs.
HAIR COLOR —

rapunzel who? the natural golden color of lance's blonde hair could put any disney princess to shame. it's softer than clouds and he will let you touch it if you ask, there's never a tangle when you run your hair through it.​

EYE COLOR —

sweet, naive, genuine eyes as blue as the field of cornflowers in the clemonte estate. with a halo of divinity that can make one wonder if he could even adorn his heart anywhere but his sleeve.​

SKIN —

pristine and flawless. you wouldn't believe that he suffered from acute acne when he was in secondary school. his skin practically glows under the gleam of the sun, making him look almost ethereal. his skincare routine is the only secret he keeps.​

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES —

his bone structure was probably carved by the hands of apollo himself to mirror his image. his jawline specifically is said to cut diamond.​

FACECLAIM — oscar wadsager.

PERSONALITY —

the modern-day marius pontmercy among the young royals, a philanthropist with a heart, and the titled prince of the people—the world loves prince lancelot of windsor; painting him to be the golden child in the hoard of the elitist bourgeoisie. all of which are accurately depicted names for him. there is something wholeheartedly genuine about lance and it shows in every aspect of his being. he's the man everyone wants to bring to their parents, and the prince all hope to inherit the crown one day. british press has even criticized his parents for naming him after the traitorous sir lancelot of the round table when he could have been named after king arthur himself.​

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when under scrutiny, the royal family is quick to send the prince to the swarm of media representatives to momentarily forget about his family's flaws and focus on his infectious laugh and smile. the loveable prince of england saving his family from the repercussions of their own actions, the definition of ignorance is bliss. made to be the face of the royal family but to never actually do the dirty work—far from it. there's an unknowingly high pedestal lance stands on, where he is made to be admired yet too high up to actually do anything. he's malleable and easily swayed, doing things that he thinks are the greater good when in reality it is just playing as the puppet for those above him to control. his acts of charity and years in the military, all sincere acts to serve his people. every ounce of chivalry, he means with all his heart. every face he meets, he treasures. every name he hears, he remembers. to forget the people who look up to you is to forget yourself and lance likes to think he knows himself quite well.​

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he's oblivious, naive, and a hopeless romantic all rolled into one. a gift that keeps on giving no matter how tired he is to become. being the perfect golden boy of the family comes with consequences to his psyche and unbeknownst, lance has become desperate for affirmation, a form of validation, anything that gives him direction. there will always be a part of him that craves the organization of his life that comes with being a royal despite how dehumanizing it is. no matter his attempts to fly free, he continues to look back for a form of guidance. obedience and good behavior are written in his code.​

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he's supposed to be england's prince charming after all. who could he be if not perfect?​

VICES — naive, impressionable, a little stupid, dense, trusting, insecure, people-pleaser, security-seeking, unknowingly ignorant, needy.
VIRTUES — charismatic, kind, sociable, empathetic, generous, (hopeless) romantic, sincere, attentive, thoughtful, diligent.
LIKES — rugby, unironically watching derbies, summertime, stupid jokes, detective shows, fantasy novels, volunteering, dolphins, anything with cinnamon, model trains.
DISLIKES — candid photos, thunderstorms, heavily scripted radio shows, morning television, the smell of cheap perfume, shopping, gossip (but not really), whatever monstrosity of hats his family wears, wet socks, pastels.
FEARS —

- if there's one thing lance fears the most, it is change. lance enjoys the routine his life has given him, and the security it guarantees. when he attaches himself to something or someone, he rarely ever intends to let them go. change is an overwhelming force that's destined to consume him as life moves on and everything is subjected to its power.​

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- he also is deathly afraid of beetles. in his youth, a rhino beetle landed on the bridge of his nose during his family's tour through australia and he never recovered since. would rather jump in front of a group of boxing kangaroos than even be within the radius of a beetle.​

HOBBIES — rugby, philanthropy can be considered a hobby, playing the violin, fencing, hunting, board games, cards, a little bit of track and field.
HABITS —

- lance subconsciously runs his fingers through his hair when he's talking to someone he's smitten with. it's a habit the entire country knows and every paparazzi stalking him are always on the edge of their seats when they follow him around with someone who isn't part of the royal family—just to see if he's finally found someone new to fawn over.​

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- due to his royal etiquette, it is almost physically impossible for him to slouch no matter how tired he is. his head will remain high and his shoulders will stay broad and straight till the day he dies.​

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- his fingers have the tendency to dance around each other whenever the young royal pushes himself to continue socializing despite his social battery long since depleted.​

LOVE LANGUAGE — gift giving & words of affirmation.
MBTI — enfj ; the giver.
GOALS FOR THE APHRODISIA —

would it be foolish of him to think that he can find romance on an island full of socialites? his sister practically dragged him out of his sullen stupor to be here after all. and with the entire world dying to know if he'll find his true flame, he isn't opposed to the possibility of finding someone. as the aesthetic face of his royal family, there is an expectation to see him out again—an additional bonus if his debut back in the public eye is with eye candy for the public to speculate over.​

RESIDENCE —

buckingham palace most days, but him and his sister own their family estate from their mother in windsor (where he's been residing till his trip to aphrodisia). he also owned a home in usa's oregon of all places when he was still with his ex but that is long sold now.​

HISTORY —
his first core memory was a pleasant spring day. he could never tell you the reason why his family was out on a carriage that day—possibly for a wedding or another social event the bbc documented, he's long forgotten the complete details. but the prince will never forget the sounds of cheering and frantic waves. the immediate adoration and attention he got simply by being him.

lancelot was the youngest born between him and his sister and since the day his parents announced one of their twins would be a boy, he immediately became the nation's favorite. son of prince edward of wales and west-end actress julia wright, his parents showered him with affection growing up. it was clear that even among his blood, he remained to be the child adorned with title and prestige. his face was plastered on every newspaper and magazine in the world since the day he was born, by the time he went to secondary school he had teenage girls following his car back to the palace wearing shirts with his face on them. there is no such thing as privacy for the clemonts—being the prince in line for the thrown doesn't give you such luxuries.

at the age of thirteen, he quickly became the face of the royal family. it was him and his sister's first interview and it quickly became the topic of discussion on morning television for a solid week. from then on, he attended charity events, "snuck off" to the palace gates to socialize with bystanders, and made small talk with the regular man. he was praised like a god walking amongst men, as if his appearance with the mundane was a divine blessing. the people's prince.

much like the knight he was named after, he was a lover. having followed in his father's footsteps and courting an american actress who had been in england to film a tv show (ironically enough, it was a royal-esque adult drama). their relationship was the biggest topic on british talk shows, every week there had always been a segment of photos caught of the pair. and when the relationship went over the one-year mark, media channels began to question when lance would finally propose. it was only when the pressures of both the people and his family did everything begin a slow downhill for the young prince.

the day after the arranged proposal, the bbc called him the runaway prince. videos leaked of him on one knee, lips ready to beg the question before a sigh shoos all the words away. and the question is replaced by his apologies before he proceeded to cut bonds with his now ex-beloved, and left her by the bed of tulips outside the palace. his mother's estate in windsor had quickly become his new home since then. he doesn't know why he couldn't go through with it. or at least he doesn't want to come to terms with it. as it felt selfish to admit that he wanted something he couldn't have. something he wasn't even entirely sure he wants if he was to possess it.

freedom. a life beyond what he's been used to.

in short, he royally fucked up. yet to make amends with his more than displeased family and instead finds himself attending aphrodisia, lost but hoping to find himself. or at least a version of it that isn't bound to a chain.
HEADCANONS —

- a bit of a worry wort for the rules, but he's trying to loosen up (someone may need to help him tho ;00)​

- is currently the youngest ranked captain in the royal marines out of his family.​

- most of his public appearances center around charities, going to visit hospitals, and sometimes even just standing in front of the gate of the palace to greet onlookers.​

- cant cook to save his own life, genuinely enjoys the taste of MREs and could survive on those if he has to.​

- is a lot more bold and cheeky when he's drunk.​

- lance is an absolute god at chess, he has yet to lose even during his years at fancy boarding school.​

- actually likes adam sandler movies, he finds 100 first dates sweet.​

- wears cozy socks inside his home at all times.​

- back in their youth, him and his sister tried to pull of the infamous twin swap and it did work for a couple hours.​

coded by reveriee.

 

[aeneas.]

clemonte

;; celestine

NAME — princess celestine clemonte of windsor.
NICKNAME — only her friends and relatives get the privilege of calling her celes. only her friends and relatives.
AGE — 23 years old.
GENDER — cisfemale.
SEXUALITY — the furthest thing from straight.
P.O.B — windsor, UK.
ETHNICITY — caucasian.
ROLE TYPE — royal, princess of england (title is "of windsor" though).

HEIGHT — 5'11"
WEIGHT — 155 lbs.
HAIR COLOR —

golden blonde; naturally straight but her stylists often curl it whenever a more delicate portrayal is desired for her. she rarely ever keeps all her hair up unless she's going down. normally getting it done into a half-moon and parted to the side.​

EYE COLOR —

a bit murkier than that of her brother's, celestine's eyes are best compared to the river thames. and much like the river, it allusions it's coldness and unforgiving nature; if one is to swim in her eyes for too long, they're destined to drown.​

SKIN —

too much funds have been invested into the clemonte twins' appearance for celestine to ever suffer from blemishes. as pale as a porcelain doll and as soft as a baby's bottom, teenage girls all over the world envy celestine's flawless face.​

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES —

it's almost as if she stepped out of a fairytale. celestine, practically everything about celestine is distinguishable. but if the media loved highlighting one specific feature about her, it is her eyes. not by their color but by how she weaponizes them in public, critical and ever watching.​

FACECLAIM — elle fanning.

PERSONALITY —

celestine has the talent of showing herself to the public without actually allowing them to know who she genuinely is. to the outside world crafted her outer persona for her, celestine the gentle, polite, and graceful. simply being the prima ballerina of her boarding school made media outlets paint her to be as poised and elegant as princess odette from swan lake; and for a while, she was even given the public's nickname "the swan princess" for it. not that all of the assumptions were untrue, she was just beyond her painted portraits and jewel-encrusted crowns.​

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under the flashing lights of rave parties and expensive clubs, when the curtains are closed and her audience has long left, she is the black swan. a force of nature only fools dares to challenge. the apex predator. celestine clemonte is the girl your mommy warns you about because she has the ability to fuck up your life before she reconvenes with her family for tea time. she is aware of her social status and her beauty, using it to her advantage simply to watch someone squirm beneath her fingers. some say she's borderline cruel but those who do are soon cut down by her sharp tongue. she has the ability to find the weak link, the one who is beneath her in every possible way, and claw at their psyche until there's nothing left. the world is unforgiving and celestine agrees.​

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and she gets away with it all through her way with words. she has always been more graceful under pressure between her and her brother and it shows with her ability to lie on the fly. what kind of princess with a double life doesn't know how to lie? her word is as good as gospel as she has the connections to let any narrative go flying around social circles to fester up interest. and when she's not completely ruining someone's life for her own self-enjoyment, she's being the best twin sister in the world by trying to crush him at chess—it's the only game she loses.​

VICES — condescending, intolerant, cunning, judgemental, manipulative, proud, perfectionistic, rarely satisfied, performative, a gatekeeping gaslighting girlboss.
VIRTUES — loyal, ambitious, charming, adaptable, methodical, observant, patient, protective, eloquent, graceful.
LIKES — black coffee, morning rain, exclusive social events, expensive liquor, derbies, competition, pearl necklaces, flashing lights, butterflies, classical literature.
DISLIKES — small talk, quiet spaces, talk show hosts, the opera, family appearances, strict timetables, the elderly, costume jewelry, the feeling of cold hands against her skin, small dogs.
FEARS —

celestine would rather stand in a crowd full of obnoxious sycophants than be left alone in a quiet room. silence leaves empty room for intrusive thoughts that the princess would rather not entertain. on nights when she is alone in her bed, she has music running.​

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being the princess and not the prince, celestine has had the pleasure of having her own life when no one else is looking and having that all taken away from her would simply break her. she fears becoming like her mother, her spark of aspiration and prospect fizzling prematurely because of the responsibility of royalty. the idea of turning into a bitterly old royal makes her nauseous.​

HOBBIES — derby racing, equestrian, playing the cello, ballet, hunting, yachting, clubbing, board games, card tricks.
HABITS —

she's a scratcher in the sheets. no further comments.​

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as noticed by the royal family's underlings, celes has the tendency to put a hand on her hip whenever she feigns politeness in front of talk show hosts and fellow royals she could care less about.​

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looks up and down at every person she meets in order to make her first assumptions by their fashion taste and the way they carry themselves. she's quite the analyst.​

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her lips quirk downwards just a little bit whenever she's displeased or unsatisfied, she then follows it up with a wide smile if she catches herself doing it.​

LOVE LANGUAGE — physical touch.
MBTI — entj ; the commander.
GOALS FOR THE APHRODISIA —

celeste has two goals. one, get her brother out of his funk and allow him to live a little. and two, to enjoy the thrill of the event. meet someone, play around, and of course indulge in the pleasures beyond flesh.​

RESIDENCE —

buckingham palace is normally where she has been forced to be at the moment, but she considers her true home to be her mother's estate in windsor.​

HISTORY —
her first core memory was a bland day. she could probably tell you every detail from the top of her memory but she'd rather get to the point. she was a little girl, no less than five when a photographer visited the palace to take photos of her and her brother. her brother got to run around and get his new shoes dirtied against the mud. she had to sit by a toy tea set and pretend to have morning tea with mr. rabbit. she could never forget the lashing she got from her father after she managed to break the little teapot in a tantrum right in between shots.

celestine was the eldest born yet all the prospects of being in line for the thrown faded within the next two minutes when he brother came crying after her. she never had the best relationship with her father, the crown prince and her mother was too busy sipping from her hidden flask to really pay celestine any mind. they tried to cover their imperfections when it came to her brother, but celestine got to witness all the cracks they hid with plaster. she was popular among the people but not how she wanted to be; being more of a fictional princess little girls projected on rather than her own person. not that she minded entirely minded—it gave her the freedom to morph her image however she wanted simply by the outfits she wore.

at the age of thirteen, she had her first interview. a mundane display where lance received the only questions of interest while she was badgered about her hair products. after that, she spent most of her teenage years in private boarding school as her attitude began picking up and her family feared she would show back talk in front of the press the next time they came around. there, she was able to explore and be free (well, as free as a literal boarding school could be) and when she returned, she quickly knew how to adapt to her surroundings, to be the pleasing princess that girls wanted to be, always the dear to manage the paperwork, to ost the public events, entertain more blasted interviews about the items in her closet and her brother.

funnily enough, she never developed ill intent for her brother—the opposite actually. years in the shadow made her keen on understanding how naive her brother could be. where he was practically born to be a royal, she stitched herself a person suit to fit the part. while the cameras weren't on her, she sneaked off, going out to high-end clubs with fake ids and expressing herself behind closed doors. how could she envy lance when she was able to turn off her royal switch?

and when she witnessed lance's entire world break after he ran away from his little beard, her world fell apart with it. she quickly had to pick up the pieces of not only the family image by entertaining more useless interviewers to paint the picture of "no harm, no foul" but also pick up lance himself. so don't blame her that she wanted to have a bit of fun going to aphrodisia again but this time bringing her naive little brother.

what's the harm of giving him a break?
HEADCANONS —

- don't touch her brother or she will cut you.​

- was a horse girl in her kid years, she's a competitive equestrian in honor of her roots.​

- the queen of stealing your girlfriend.​

- when she was eighteen she sneaked out of the palace to go clubbing and ended up twisting her wrist after she punched a sleazy guy flirting with an uninterested woman. she may not like people but she did get an amazing reward and a few weeks off of public gatherings because of it. luckily her identity wasn't breached.​

- media is in constant speculation on who she's dating as she tends to jump between dates during events (she uses high-class men as her arm candy).​

- you know you're in her good graces when she gives you a personal pet name.​

coded by reveriee.

 

[Xenagg]

WIP!

Batista

;; Léonie

Basics
Full Name: Léonie Maria Batista
Nicknames: Leo, Lion
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Porto, Portugal
Ethnicity: Portuguese
Role: Underboss


Visage
Hair Color: Dark Brown which glows a red hue when the sun shines on it
Eye Color: Dull, beaten down brown that are complimented with slight bags under her eyes and long, tick lashes
Height: 5'5"
Distinguishing Features: Wide hips, toned body, 4 long scars across her torso


Persona
Personality: Léonie's initial mask is standoffish, taking more of the position of an observer and even interrogator. She cannot just let anyone into her close circle, even if her dearest desires are to be loved by all those she meets. Leo has been raised to take over Portugals next reigning underground artifact dealer leader and with that comes a lot of discipline and seriousness as lives are on the line constantly. This was not a position she wanted to take on but was born into and had little to no choice. This made Leo quite a pessimist and in order to hide her true self, taunts others and is quick to lash out if she feels that she is becoming too vulnerable.
At the core, Léonie craves others attention and wishes she could be praised and cared for instead of being the kind of gal that needs to stomp on others to make herself superior. She certainly has attachment and abandonment issues that create a disillusioned perspective that she can never be loved or cherished by friends or loved ones. Leo is a very considerate person and pays attention to the little details. She is empathetic and can often easily feel others emotions which can be overwhelming in a large setting.

Hobbies/Interests: Leo has taken up a liking to the sport Rugby as her family believed it would toughen her up. When she is not playing, she focuses her time on visiting museums and figuring out what to add to their family collection next. Leo has a passion for ancient history which is beneficial to the family business. Next to museums, beaches are a love of Leos growing up and constantly moving on the coasts of Portugal. She enjoys surfing and scuba diving or reading romance novels while catching some sun

Fears/Weaknesses: Being alone is Leo's biggest fear. Surrounded by family and "company" workers, she really hasnt experienced true attachment, just titles and expectations which lead Leo to believe she will end up dying truly alone and unknown by others. Leo is also afraid of showing her vulnerability, having trauma from past experiences. She also has a huge fear of snakes and cant stand just the sight of them.

Habits: You can always find her with her arms crossed and piercing eyes going right through you when she is thinking, she tends to bite her lip when either really interested in something or really nervous. She also has a tendency of using historical quotes in response to things in order to prevent people from actually getting to know her.

Love Language: A mix of all love languages due to never really experiencing any at all. The most apparent are Physical Touch and Quality Time because once she is attached to someone, she wants to be feel their touch and be with them constantly

MBTI: ENFP, the Campaigner

Goals for the Aphrodisia: The main objective as told by her parents, make connections. Figure out peoples networth and what they are willing to "donate" to the Batistas Artifact Collection and to detect possible threats to their market. However, Leo has slight hopes that maybe she can make friends and even find that special connection... but will she be able to? Probably not.

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Family: Léonie is the only child in her family. She is the daughter to Don Luis Phillipe Batista, the head of their underground Art and Artifact smuggling organization. her mother is Mélina Silves Batista however, she went missing when Leo was 10 years old. Since then, her father has had many mistresses who Leo was not a fan of. The closest thing she had to a loving guardian was actually her Rugby Coach Antonio Figuerido who also became Leos personal advisor.

Residence: Léonie usually doesn't stay in one location for too long. She travels around the world frequently but you can find her in her mansions in the Algarve, Lisbon, and Porto.

History: Léonie was both blessed and cursed to be the only child of Luis Phillipe Batista. He was infamous for his successful underground smuggling of ancient artifacts and artwork. His organization has grown tenfold over his own lifetime as he recruited muscle, brains, and blackmailed many officials all over the world. One of the key factors in the success in his crime organization was his wife, Donna Mélina. She was considered to be one of Portugals most beautiful woman and Luis saw this as the perfect way to manipulate "clients". Mélina was used as honeypot as people would desire her for their own. She was able to take billions of dollars worth of artifacts from the worlds most richest people and politicians while also providing all kinds of leverage over "clients" for Luis to use.
Luis wanted a child simply to become the underboss of his syndicate and he did expect a male to take over his role. However, he and his wife had a very difficult time conceiving a child which lead to fractures in the crime lords marriage. After a few years, Mélina was finally able to give birth but to a small and fragile daughter which provoked rage from Don Batista. Léonie was loved dearly by her mother and was almost an identical copy to her features. Her parents had two very different methods in raising little Leo. Luis took the approach of an iron fist and no mercy tactic while Mélina showed nothing but love and adoration to her only child.
At the age of 10, Luis Batista had enough of his wife sheltering and softening his only heir to his underground throne and took it upon himself to take care of the situation. One day, Leo woke up to find the existence of her mother completely erased from their lives. No more portraits of her adorning the large hallways, family pictures all replaced with abstract art, all her belongings gone as if they were never there in the first place. The only visible reminders of her mother at the time was the white skin in the shape of a ring on her fathers finger and a picture Leo had of her and her mother.
The age of 10 is what Léonie would describe as the true origins of her development into an underboss. Without her mother as protection, not even her Rugby Coach turned into personal advisor could really comfort her. Leos father got rid of all dolls, toys, or items that Leo showed any attachment to and placed her in intense defense training so she could learn how to protect herself in worst case scenarios. He enrolled her into rigorous history, anthropology, and science classes to sharpen her skills so she would be able to determine artifacts importance and worth. Her father also used her to replace Leos mothers job, manipulating people for their possessions and to find dirt to use as leverage. This would place Leo in very abusive or uncomfortable situations that began to twist her perspective on love and affection.
When Leo was 18, she actually thought she was falling in love with a local chef from a restaurant she would frequent to escape her "work". The chef would treat her with the most exquisite meals and join her while she dined, asking questions and making Leo feel seen and appreciated. They would secretly go on trips together and create beautiful memories but after a year, her father grew suspicious and found them in Paris living their secret love affair. Luis' solution, get hitmen on the chef to remove any distractions from Leo's life and disciplined Leo by carving 4 large cuts onto her torso. He believed that not only would this pain be a reminder of her duties as an underboss, but also prevent her from ever getting too close to man because these scars would repulse them. This turned Leo into a bitter woman, shielding herself off from others and narrowly focusing on fulfilling her fathers legacy.

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name

tsai kit-man, raye

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age

twenty-four

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gender

male

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sexuality

bisexual

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p.o.b.

lübeck, germany

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ethnicity.

han chinese

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role

heir

8.

industry

casinos

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height

181cm (6'0")

weight

75kg (165lbs)

hair

black; kept short and slicked back, yet always with a few stray strands falling aesthetically over his face — is his hair just prone to being fashionably messy, or is it a stylistic choice on his part? the world will never know.

eyes

brown; sharp yet pretty on a good day, dark, defined, complete with piercing quality and all. tends to get increasingly hooded the more tired he gets, however, until it's quite impossible to tell if he's trying to seduce you or just going to cry.

mods

ear piercings + a

butterfly tattoo

on his wrist, which came originally with a matching counterpart that he hasn't seen since nineteen

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psyche.

shrewd

adaptable

patient

unruffled

laidback

generous

obstinate

particular

capricious

nonchalant

blunt

competitive

have both hands open; one to give, the other to take away

from all angles, whether it be family, reputation or career, raye can be expected — assumed, even — to be a paranoid, conniving block of ice. those who wish to sneak into his good graces, however, should be pleasantly surprised to know that the only real barrier to befriending raye is whatever barrier exists between you and the room he's in.

relaxed and personable, raye's charm is a subtle one that begins in a quiet clink of whiskey glasses & ends in laughter, life stories and a promise to meet again, some day. will that truly happen? no one can say... well, let's be real, probably not. but in the moment, at least, he is often genuine. from since his days as a bright, curious child, the light in his eyes when he sees something new and beautiful has never faded, even if it has gained some extra shades along the way.

a social chameleon, raye seems at ease hanging around any rung of society's ladder, from troubled youth in his family's rehab programs to all the VIPs that pass through the casino's private room. and he does, frequently, earning a variety of experiences in the process that has armed him with a wide array of knowledge — as well as an acute judgement of people.

perceptive enough to see through anyone's bullshit but polite enough, generally speaking, that he won't call you out on it, raye throws up pretenses with the best of them, though he much prefers not to. in fact, the first time his scathing, blunt thoughts manifest themselves into spoken word for you to hear is the day you can mark on your calendar as having been placed above — or a long way below — the general populace in his eyes.

practical but far from machiavellian, raye would, in an ideal world, limit the cunning he was raised with to the poker games and business negotiations, rather than have calculation meddle in the affairs of the heart. but the world isn't ideal, and neither is raye his own ideal person. for all his laidback, sentimental nature, nurture dictates that it be warped into something worse than.

ultimately, raye is simply a mercurial soul, as quick to extend his generosity, his understanding and his sentiments as he is to retract them, should the situation call for it. there are many sides more to him to explore, of course — the rare intensity in the midst of competition, the streaks of mischief when the mood is light and the company is good, the sudden bloom of romanticism whenever he falls in love — but aren't there to everyone?

when dealing with raye, all you need to remember is this: he has both hands open, always. one to give, and the other to take away.

likes

jackets, whiskey neat, pastries, sports cars, long drives, starry nights, autumn breezes, beach parties, crime novels, people with secrets and stories to tell

dislikes

flies, black coffee, truffle oil, long flights, being in a rush, losing at literally anything, politics, pointless cruelty, people who think they know everything about everyone

interests

i. technology: online is the offline of the new generation, one raye is not only aware of but very much integrated into. he takes great interest in new technology, and is specifically looking into how the family business could be elevated by it.

ii. gambling: one does not simply grow up in a casino magnate family and not get a little addicted to high-stakes poker, come on, now. who's going to kick him out for card counting, anyway? his mom?

iii. swimming: have you ever swam laps until you lost count at 4am in a giant indoor swimming pool, where everything was silent except for the sound of water and your own breathing? no? try it sometime, seriously.

iv. reading: reads everything from 90s comics to seven-part epic fantasy series, depending on his mood. the time he has to sit down alone and flip through a book has decreased rapidly with age, but his love for it still remains.

v. billiards: surprisingly enough, he only played pool for the first time in college and lost miserably to a racist asshat then. hasn't let go of it since.

fears

he dreams sometimes of a girl he used to love. except it isn't her, not really. and it doesn't matter who it is. they're there, with him, on a balcony. it's a nice day. but then he leans back, and the glass gives way. the last thing he sees before plunging into icy depths are eyes that don't care. make of that what you will.

on another note, children in horror movies and those carnival rides that spin like a top while dropping you from lethal heights; what maniac straps themselves onto that?

goals

other than the ever important task of networking, which has become abruptly more urgent for raye now that he's the sole heir of the company, it's honestly also the only escape from his daily life he could viably grab in this period. his family, of course, also expects him to bring back someone to marry — preferably one with as great a status and clean a reputation as possible.

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history.

a nice, normal family — that's all the tsais wanted to be. his father even said as much in a speech on his fiftieth birthday celebration, attended by some of the most recognizable faces in the region. that all he had wanted, his whole life, was to settle down as a happy couple with a nice home and some adorable children. and, of course, a few billion dollars of inheritance and all the money & power in macau, as normal families do. he is ever grateful, tsai ming-wai claimed, that his dream came true.

indeed, it had come true, when tsai kit-man, a whole thirteen years younger than his oldest sibling, arrived like a tiny, fragile miracle. he was so, so precious to his parents that they even took a seven month's break away from public view during the pregnancy and traveled all the way to a quaint little cottage in germany for the birth, so his first breath may be taken from the fresh air of a beautiful place. and if a nurse or two had to leave town after gossiping when they shouldn't, what's that got to do with a nice, normal family like them?

grandpa and grandma were never soft on his sister, robin, even though his parents treated her like she was an angel come to earth. but raye? oh, they adored raye. they would give him anything he asked for — yes, even all those cookies in that jar. he's a growing boy! — and tell him everything he wanted to know. when he was nestled between them, listening to stories, he felt safe. he felt he could do anything and know everything just like them. sometimes, he wishes he'd stayed so small.

at eleven, he told them he wanted to be a dentist, because they got to have a cool office. aw, honey, they laughed. of course, you can't. you're going to be part of the family business.

at fifteen, he made friends with some boys while volunteering, and learnt how sometimes it wasn't people who were bad, but their situations. it was interesting. they were interesting, and couldn't care less about about who he was. until one time, they waited outside the mansion to hang out, and the security guard threatened to have them arrested if they didn't leave the premises straight away.

he fought with his father that evening, and his sister pulled him aside and told him how much she understands. but for the sake of the family, can't you just bear it?, she sighed. can't he just have nice, normal friends?

at eighteen, he met a girl, who was brave, smart, and had eyes that curved whenever she smiled. her dad owned a small arcade. they managed to hide it from his family for a whole year, though he felt terrible that they had to in the first place. but when they were found out, it was clear staying a secret had been the better option. the arcade had been set on fire in an unfortunate, but random case of arson.

go to america, they said. they've already settled the issue of transferring his credits to a good university there and hired an experienced chaperone to take care of everything for him. he could come back when he finished his studies, so he should work hard and learn his lesson.

he demanded to know why. he didn't want to do it. for once. just once, let him not want to do things. he refused to go; they could either ship his cold, dead body over or forget about it.

listen to your mother, kit-man, his mom had exclaimed, as if she was the one being forced into a corner, why do you never listen to you mother?

mother? where? when have you ever been my mother? raye, young and stupid and angry, had spat.

and she slapped him across the face. her eyes shook; he saw tears in them for what felt like the first time.

it was his fault. he was wrong, he should've known. how dare he? how dare he let those filthy words come into this nice, normal family? this family that he still loved, even if they weren't really nice or normal or anything they claimed to be? he shouldn't have.

so he left the next week.

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then he was back! and learn his lesson he did, because raye has decided that he, too, wants to be nice and normal, after all. his family and the business, they were amazingly toxic yet awfully precious. it's fine, he thought, call him mature. he would just have to live with having a few casinos under his name, maybe a couple resorts, if he could handle them. he could set up his own company to bring them under and, at least then, he wouldn't be so -

TSAI KIT-YING RUNNING FOR ASSEMBLY!

ha. who would've thought? upon realizing his sister would step down from the company, raye was in mourning for quite a while — for himself. he supposed it was on him, for even thinking of accepting his fate loud enough for karma to hear. he couldn't even be mad at anyone, this time. he said it himself, didn't he? that he wanted to help with the company.

now it was all on him; the heavy, heavy weight of a nice, normal family.

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misc.

residence

other than his university days in the usa, raye has always lived in his hometown of macau. he moved out alone three years ago, like any other young adult, from his family mansion in penha hill... into the

penthouse suite

of a luxury hotel partly owned by his grandparents.

family

the tsais are best known for being one of, if not the largest casino moguls in asia, though they prefer to brand themselves as part of the more general hospitality industry. if macau had royalty, they would be it.

a gang which rose, amidst the chaos of the 20th century, from gambling dens that reeked of opium into their current heights, the family takes great pride in their modern day legitimacy, even going as far as to launch rehabilitation centers to keep local youth out of the very casinos they run. with politicians marrying into the family left, right and center as well as the older tsai sibling, tsai kit-ying, announcing that she will give up all shares in the company to pursue a political career, the next generation of the tsais to show up in the aphrodisia might well have changed categories.

members:
tsai ming-chiu, grandfather, 92
tiew kar-ling, grandmother, 88
mark tsai ming-wai, father, 67
lynette lau shi-yan, mother, 66
robin tsai kit-ying, sister, 37

headcanons

i. as his personal mark on the company, raye is looking into expanding online for the family's gambling business, with smaller projects having succeeded and more to come

ii. speaks chinese fluently in multiple dialects, as well as english, tagalog and german. passable at russian, though not quite as much as the others.

iii. has been to an amusement park exactly once and that was more than enough for him.

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have you ever seen the sun?

 

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    Style: Myeong lives for fashion, always wearing the latest trends and starting new ones. Her wardrobe ranges from a lot of dark colors to elegant gowns and athleisure wear.
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    Personality: Myeong is the opposite of what a good respectable socialite should be. She is loud, messy, brash, and unapologetically herself. Always the rebel, Myeong doesn't adhere to the strict social politics that she grew up around. Myeong can be a lot to handle, but beneath the party girl attitude, she has a heart of gold and is truly a good friend to those who deserve it. Despite acting like she doesn't give a shit, Myeong is actually quite intelligent. Though she prefers honest aggression to backhandedness, she can be deceitful and manipulative when needed.
    
    Likes: champagne - parties - hoop earrings - good food - dancing - sake - tuna - pizza
    
    Dislikes: stupid people - being told what to do - disrespect - boring conversation - being ignored
    
    Hobbies: shopping - dance lessons - party planning - painting
    
    Fears/weaknesses: not being good enough - insects - failing as an underboss - only being known as a party girl
    
    Habits: twirling her hair - chewing her pens - always wears her hair up when she eats - tapping her feet
    
    Love language: words of affirmation and physical touch.
    
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    Goals for the Aphrodisia: To make a name for herself outside of her party girl status, to learn the ways of being an underboss
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

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    Normalcy was never an option for Song Myeong. Born the only daughter of the infamous South Korean crime lord, Song Hyonu, she was practically royalty, but instead of golden castles, the Song empire was made of guns and blood money. While Song-san spent most of his time in South Korea, his wife stayed in Singapore with their two young children to keep them from their father's dirty deeds as long as possible.
    
    Even with her father mostly absent, Myeong grew up rather spoiled. When her father did come visit, he bought his two children whatever they desired to make up for his long absences. The Song family was well respected in Singapore, and Myeong had no trouble fitting in with the other aspiring socialites. The Song children lived a comfortable, lux life until Myeong turned fourteen and Jae-Hwa turned sixteen, when Hyonu moved his family from Singapore to South Korea, wanting Jae-Hwa to learn the family business.
    
    Young Myeong was uprooted from the only life she'd ever known, from the friends she'd made and the peace that their home in Singapore afforded. Their home in Seoul was just as luxurious, but the Song children were no longer sheltered from their father's business. Myeong witnessed first hand why they had been sheltered in another country, her father was a ruthless man and blood stained every golden crevice of the Song household.
    
    Even now that the family was finally all living under one roof, Hyonu spent all of his time with Jae-Hwa, dismissing the youngest Song to learn proper socialite etiquette from her mother. Myeong was rightfully pissed, she had forgiven her father for abandoning them in Singapore because his work was in South Korea, but now he was actively ignoring her for Jae-Hwa, simply because she was a girl.
    
    To gain her father's attention, Myeong started acting out. Instead of being the pretty and polite socialite she was meant to be, Myeong disregarded the social standards and acted more like a typical working class brat than a well-bred elite. The only attention it garnered from her father was a stern lecture, and then he was right back to doting on Jae-Hwa. It drove the younger girl mad, making her act out even more until she was expelled from the private school she and her brother attended.
    
    Now branded the problem child, Hyonu sent his daughter back to Singapore to attend school there. This drove a wedge between Myeong and her family, both physically and emotionally. Feeling abandoned by her own blood, Myeong drank her problems away and became well-known around the party scene of Singapore. She filled the void of her family with alcohol, shopping, and her university studies.
    
    One of Myeong's most destructive coping mechanisms, was her ever changing relationships. From boyfriends, girlfriends, and friends, the people around Myeong were constantly cycling. In a world here money and power ruled all, many people hung around the Song heiress thinking it would bring them opportunities with her father. They were rather disappointed then, when they found out that Song-san didn't even bother to visit his daughter in Singapore, and dropped Myeong's companionship as soon as she wasn't useful.
    
    When Myeong was twenty, she unknowingly dated the son of one of her father's many enemies. This relationship was particularly unstable, and after only a few weeks (wip)
    
    Eventually, the emotional hole in her family became a physical one. During a business deal gone wrong, Jae-Hwa was shot, leaving the Song family rattled. Myeong flew back to Seoul immediately, crushed by the death of the brother she hadn't seen in months. They had been close as young children, but hadn't been close at all in recent years because of their family divide.
    
    With her brother's death, Myeong finally got the only thing money could never buy, her father's attention. Hyonu was a paranoid individual and didn't trust anyone outside of family to take over, so Myeong was quickly taught the ins and outs of the business, thrust into a position she had once wanted, but not in this way.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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[a z u l a]

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• I wanna be your golden boy, but I got a price you can't afford.

  Hasan Ajmera

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    Hasan Ajmera.

    Has.

    26

    male.

    pansexual.

    india.

    gujarati indian.

    royal
  • visage

    height

    5'11.

    weight

    173 lbs.

    hair

    
    Unruly dark brown locks fall just past his chin.
    
    

    eyes

    
    Hasan's eyes are dark, coffee brown and intense.
    
    

    physique

    
    It is clear just by looking at him that Hasan has never had to really work, with his slim build and sculpture like body.
    
    

    distinguishable features

    
    His unruly dark hair and warm eyes.
    
    

    face claim

    
    Avan Jogia.
    
  • likes

    
    men - women - anything with legs really - horses - watches - fast cars - wine - fashion
    
    

    dislikes

    
    boredom - being told no - people who take things too seriously - cold weather - british people
    
    

    hobbies

    
    racing - drinking - smoking - napping - throwing lavish parties
    
    

    fears

    
    Dying with regrets - not living life to the fullest - being out of his father's favor
    
    

    love language

    
    physical touch.
    
    

    goal for aphrodisia

    
    To have a good time and make new friends.
    

    Personality:
    Laid-back and easy-going, Hasan is typically easy to get along with. Unless, you're a control freak or trying to get him to do pretty much anything. Always late and rather aloof, he can be difficult to work with.
    
    Despite being very non-committal, Hasan is well-liked and easy to befriend. He does care about others, he just doesn't show it in the same way most people do. He has a good sense of humor and can make a joke out of just about anything, even himself.
    
    

    mind

    mythos

    childhood

    Hasan was born the only child of Jashan Ajmera, the current head of the Ajmera royal family. Though the royal families of India had lost their real power centuries ago, they still held sway in politics, media, and business. Hasan grew up very spoiled, no one dared tell him no, even his own parents didn't bother to discipline the prince.
    
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    teenage years

    Blah
    
    blah
    
    stuff
    things
    
    

    present

    Stuff happened and now he's at Aphrodisia
    
    boo
    
    blah
    
  • gallery

    FATHER: Jashan Ajmera
    MOTHER: Malati Ajmera
    SIBLINGS:
    FRIENDS: open.
    LOVERS: everyone.
    ENEMIES: open.
    
    Residence: A pink mansion in Jaipur.
    
    
    

    additional info

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[temporarybliss]

ARIA HOLMES

HEIRESS to a fashion empire

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  full name

  aria elyse holmes

  nicknames

  songbird. holmes.

  age

  twenty-three

  date of birth

  december 19

  gender

  female

  sexuality

  heterosexual

  ethnicity

  english

  occupation

  heiress/designer
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  5'5. 137 lbs.

  hair

  Aria has pale skin and light, almost white, blonde hair.

  eyes

  Like her father's, Aria has light hazel eyes that can sometimes appear green in the sun.

  physique

  Pale skin and fragile are the words that have been used to describe Aria. She's thin and has been compared to a porcelain doll more than once.

  style

  There isn't one word to describe her style, so a list of some will work just as well; glamorous, unique, colorful, dazzling.

  modifications

  NA.

  face claim

  Anya Taylor-Joy.

  demons

  against the current
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  Aria is basically a fashion connoisseur at this point in her life. She loves sketching, sewing and most of all seeing the excitement on a client's face when she succeeds at making their dream gown. Though she did enjoy music and singing as a child, and secretly wishes to continue it, she knows it's just a silly dream that could never come true. She has a responsibility to the company and her parents to make the family business thrive.
  
  

  dislikes

  Being a designer comes with a few basic dislikes; mismatching clothes, uncomplimentary colors, etc. Though, other than those, Aria does hate bugs and storms. In fact you could even consider her afraid of them. She's been known to blast music through her headphones and hide in a tight space when there's a storm. Also, she's very hesitant around new people considering what happened to her parents.
  
  

  misc info

  Even though it's assumed it was someone with a lesser background that killed her parents, Aria doesn't discriminate against those poorer than herself. In fact, she's been known to make donations to homeless shelters and even give people on the street money. Her parents always taught her to be kind and caring to those and need, and that lesson stuck with her even after they were gone.
  

  personality

  To those who don't know Aria, she could come off as pompous and maybe even a little cold, however, that's just because she's always floating around different ideas in her head. She's an incredibly creative individual, whether that involves designing or music. Ideas pop in and out of her head rather quickly, so she has a designated note in her phone to keep track of all of them, even the bad ones.
  
  Due to her parents murder, she has diagnosed depression and anxiety, which she tries to not let hinder her too much. There was a point in time where she refused treatment, but now she advocates for mental health and uses her own experiences to show how much therapy and medicine can help. She's extremely caring and wants what's best for others, even if it may hurt her in the process. Aria has been called a doormat by both her aunt and members of the board, but it's all for the sake of the lessons she was taught by her parents.
  
  Her deepest desires are to please her parents which sometimes holds her back from her own wants and wishes, but to her it's worth it. She puts on a front of being strong, but only because she's never known anyone that she could let her guard down in front of. Aria is known to have a sarcastic side to her and has a laugh that's contagious if you can get it out of her. She's intelligent, sincere and knows how to hold her own if anyone wants to come at her.
  
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  Aria grew up in a surprisingly loving home for such a well-off family. Raised in a penthouse in the heart of London, the girl was always doing or learning something new. Whether that be the piano or painting portraits, her parents wanted to be sure she knew all of the different forms of art to prepare her for taking over their fashion label when she grew up. Aria soon found that her favorites were sketching and singing, which is how she got the nickname ‘songbird’ as she would always be found singing around her house. The name was mainly used by her father, Conrad as he always asked her to perform in front of family, friends and even associates. Aria loved the attention from both her father and their guests, solidifying the fact that she was indeed a ‘Daddy’s Girl.’
  
  Not all things can stay good though, and Aria’s life would soon change for the worse. When she was eleven she had gone to a sleepover at a friend’s home, it being one of her first times staying somewhere other than the penthouse. While she was away, a thief crept into their home and robbed them of material things and murdered both her mother and father. The morning after her sleepover, one of their maids, Maria, came to pick Aria up and bring her home. When they arrived though, they were met with a bloody scene and a messy home, leading Aria to find her slaughtered parents in their bed.
  
  Even though things had been stolen from the scene, the thief was never found, which only made it worse in Aria’s eyes. She still had wealth though, and her father’s sister soon took over in raising the child until she became old enough to lead the company. Aria, though well taken care of by her aunt, fell into a depression and filled her mind with designs instead of music. If she were to take over the family business one day, she had to be ready. Besides, if her father wasn’t around to build up his little song bird, what point was there in singing?
  
  

  teenage years

  
  As a teenager, Aria continued in her designing era, beginning to sew after being gifted a machine from her aunt. The company heads noticed the promising designs she was churning out and began producing them, but not under her name as she was still a minor. Instead they used an alias, and a familiar one at that; songbird. It was the new line’s name and one that Aria begged them not to use. She had nothing to do with music anymore and she certainly didn’t want that to be a part of her newfound love for fashion.
  
  While it was a successful launch and made more money than she could’ve ever imagined, Aria was disgusted with the way they used her father’s nickname. She fired the heads of the company and placed her aunt in charge and they worked together to produce gowns, blouses and other luxurious clothing items for the wealthiest of people.
  
  

  entering adulthood

  
  Now in her early twenties, Aria is nearly old enough to take over the business that her parents left her. While it is intimidating, she’s excited to see her vision through and make the company more than just luxury clothing. She wants to sell street clothing as well at a reasonable price, which is something her aunt isn’t so sure about. Recently they’ve been butting heads more than usual, and unbeknownst to Aria, her aunt is trying to keep the company for herself.
  
  With all of these trials and tribulations, Aria hasn’t had the time to even think about love, let alone seek it out. At her aunt’s request, she sends her off to the Aphrodisia in order to spread the word about their latest line of gowns, all while keeping her identity a secret. Of course though, while she’s there, love may end up finding her.
  

coded by natasha.

 

[miyabi]

junko yamamoto -- pharmaceutical heiress ;; GAY GAY GAY​

 

[mother of sorrows]

efrain

the
underboss

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  no confusion here,
  it is as I feared,
  the illusion that
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• name:

  Efrain Navarro Berrocal

  
  
  

  nickname:

  None

  
  
  

  age:

  25

  
  
  

  d.o.b:

  2th May

  
  
  

  zodiac:

  Taurus

  
  
  

  gender:

  Cis male

  
  
  

  ethnicity:

  Mexican

  
  
  

  sexuality:

  Bisexual

  
  
  

  face claim:

  Alejandro Speitzer

  
  
• Personality:

  When the whole world is scrambling to find an answer, Efrain decides to go quiet.
  
  That is the life philosophy he lives with, shares his house with - lets it whisper in his ear and guide his hand. There is more power in silence than there could be in any threatening word or whispered insult, and so Efrain leaves people with their own perceptions and nothing else. Calm, polite and unflappable in the face of hate, he is a man that is content most when he is by himself. It is not that he hates humanity; but he simply knows not to place his real thoughts in the hands of people who could want him dead.
  
  Do not take this for a lack of passion, or a spine quaking under confrontation - rage burns in him slowly, surely, but does a small spark not bring death to entire kingdoms?
  
  The thing is, Efrain could watch a city burn and fell less than he does on any other day. He is still his father's son - cruel if he needs to be, and other people's feelings are a language he does not understands.

  
  
  

  Fears/weaknesses:

  Great fear of drowning; an injured knee that stills acts up.

  
  
  

  love languages:

  Much more subdued than others, but always comes up when it matters. Listening, supporting, small gestures of affection.

  
  
  

  goal for aphrodisia:

  Make allies and bring his family more connections; they could always do with more deep pockets to call, with more clients looking for an escape.
  
  As for himself?
  
  Honestly. He'd just like a cold shot and a seat by the pool.

  
  
  

  positive traits:

  Intelligent, hard worker, ambitious, supportive, loyal.

  
  
  

  negative traits:

  Cold, callous, can be overly blunt, apathetic towards other's feelings.

  
  
  

  trivia facts:

  - Speaks Mexican Spanish, English, Portugese and a bit of French.
  
  - Pretty okay with horses.
  
  - Trained in swimming and boxing for years.
• history:

  There was a boulder expectaction set for Efrain's shoulders before he even realised he had them.
  
  His parents are not great people; no criminal ever is, if they want to succeed. But they were his parents and so they breathed on his neck like furies behind a murderer going for the noose. 'You will do great,' they whispered, cooed, commanded. 'You are my son, and you will do great.' Because have they not done great things, too? Their mansion in the countryside of Mexico was beautiful, stretching into plains of freshly cut grass and flowers that shouldn't be able to grow there. Sport trucks sending dust up in the particularily dry summers, maids hushing their voices in the open halls. Quiet evenings sat out on the fading warmth of the stone steps, watching the sun devour itself alive.
  
  Being the focus of such high standards is exhilarating. It's also the worth thing that could have happened to Efrain.
  
  He was a smart kid, yes; and he stood so proud with his squared shoulders, all his parent's pride. It turned him capable - it turned him painfully stupid. Nobody could tell Efrain anything when he was in his teens, not that the sky is blue or that the grass is green and smells of spring. It was never the loud, boastful arrogance that screams with insecurity until it's throat scrapes up - but it was arrogance, a dangerous one.
  
  He should have listened to his sister, for that one time in his life.
  
  He didn't. Luciana was the one that paid for it.
  
  

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  Efrain is older now. More tired, smarter. He no longer holds his head as high as he did then, but he's moved up in the world; he's gained a branch for himself in his parent's great, lumbering beast of a criminal organisation. Family is still everything, even if family means awkward dinners and refusing to look the elephant in the eye. Drugs, guns, protection - anything and everything, his family will do if the price is right. Blood drips from their hands with a quiet tap, tap, tap, but at least it's falling on marble floor.
  
  They could always do better, though - and it's up to Efrain to figure out how.
  

  
  
  

  family:

  younger sister:

  Luciana Navarro Borrecal.

  
  
  cousin:

  Noah Navarro.

  
  

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

archie sutherland

heir

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  Archie Sutherland

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  Arch

  age

  Twenty-three

  date of birth

  21st August

  gender

  Cis male

  sexuality

  Homosexual

  place of birth

  Los Angeles

  ethnicity

  Caucasian
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  62 kg; 5'8

  hair

  Brown, curly and constantly a mess. Archie doesn't bother to try and style his hair, preferring to just let it do its own chaotic thing.

  eyes

  Archie has brown eyes, playing into the soft boy persona he has.

  modifications

  A few random tattoos, all small and in hidden places.

  face claim

  Matthew Clavane

  hate yourself

  TV Girl
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  Archie loves to play tennis. He also plays a little bit of piano, but when he's not doing something productive - which is most of the time - he especially loves to listen to true crime podcasts.
  
  

  fears/weaknesses

  Archie is afraid of being alone, and of having a lot of fake friends or fake connections but no real ones. He's very concerned that that's where his life is headed. He's also extremely naive, making him an easy target for manipulation.
  
  

  love language

  Archie's love language is physical affection, as well as words of affirmation. He'll believe pretty much anything he's told, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear it.
  
  

  goals

  Archie has challenged himself to remain celibate until he's actually dating someone and they're very serious about each other, so this is a way of testing himself. Plus, he wants to make some genuine friends.
  

  personality

  Archie's personality isn't something that most people expect after hearing his reputation. Many people except him to be extremely flirtatious, charismatic, and a little bit full of himself considering his background. However, Archie isn't really any of those things. He's a little awkward and pretty humble, though mostly he just seems like a bit of an idiot. This isn't entirely true, but it isn't entirely wrong, either. Archie is very, very naive. He liked to believe the best of people, because he doesn't want to consider that there are actual bad people in the world.
  
  Archie is very positive and upbeat, though his attempts to make things more comfortable or fun can sometimes fall flat. It doesn't deter him, though; he seems unbothered by his occasional awkwardness, because he is. It takes a lot to make Archie genuinely upset, since he tries not to let much affect him. The one part of Archie's reputation that is actually true is the fact that he's, well, a slut. He's slept around a lot, particularly with C-listers to A-listers, as a result of his father's career.
  
  The sad thing about Archie is that he's never really had anyone actually like him for him. He's had men continuously come back to him to sleep with him, but he's never had a boyfriend - he's never even kissed somebody just for the sake of kissing them without it going further. He doesn't really have any real friends, as a lot of people just try to get close to him for career or fame opportunities.
  
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  Archie's father is the head of a very prominent record label in the United States. Archie and his parents are originally from England, but his family moved shortly after he was born. His parents got divorced when Archie was young, so he doesn't have any particular feelings about it. He spends much more time with his father than his mother, and his father wants Archie to take over the record label when he's old enough.
  
  Archie himself never had much of an interest in music, or business for that matter, but he was interested in the people he met as a result of his father's job as he got older. Originally he was hooking up with up-and-coming artists, and then he made his way up the ladder until he was planning late-night rendezvous with A-list celebrities. His father was vaguely aware of this but didn't really seem to care, far too preoccupied with his work. Archie's personal life has never caused any harm to anyone's career, so he kept on doing it.
  
  Eventually, he got to the point where he realised that he may have an actual problem. He was upset about something, so he'd called his most recent hook-up to talk it out with someone, but they both clearly had different ideas about how close they actually were. Archie realised he didn't have anybody to talk to in situations like these, or even in general. All he had was men that he had sex with and fake friends. Archie decided to take a vow of celibacy until he found an actual relationship, and decided that Aphrodisia would be the perfect way to test himself.
  
  

  family

  Archie's father's name is Edward Sutherland, and his mother's name is Leeann Martin, having gone back to her maiden name after divorcing Archie's father. He doesn't have any siblings.
  
  

  residence

  Archie lives in a penthouse in Los Angeles, in the same building as his father but a different room.
  

coded by natasha.

 

[tyranna]

CARMEN CURRAN

Carmen Curran • 26

Bisexual

Cis. female

Heiress

BALD HEADED HOE SHIT

PERSONALITY

A woman who is truly in love with herself, there isn't a person on this planet that can make her feel worthless, or at least that's what she'd like other's to believe, in truth, she is battling her own inner demons, she has just mastered how to make it look fashionable. Carmen is the type to start fights and finish them, she a crushing force that many would label as, well, a bitch. This title that was bestowed upon her is held near and dear, for the world needs a little meanness, and she is happy to administer it to those that she believes deserve it. The lovely lady is far from forgiving and will hold a grudge until her knuckles turn white. When those who have wronged her go low, she goes to hell, being the better person simply isn't in her DNA. Carmen is the friend one would seek out when they want to hear the hard truth, the friend whose immediate response is "Dump him bitch." She's unapologetic when it comes to whatever words happen to escape her lips, and whatever actions she performs, if someone were to expect an apology, they are more likely to witness hell freeze over. To those that have the privilege of being in her good graces, she will never let a loved one down, she would rather die. Carmen doesn't possess blind loyalty, if she doesn't agree it will be known, that being said she considers herself a decent judge of character, therefore most of her friends' enemies are dead her enemies. Conformity is her longstanding enemy, thus making her anything but welcome by the snobbish society she was fortunate enough to be born into.

BIOGRAPHY

There is nothing particularly monumental about Carmen's upbringing, her parents met in college, both coming from respectable families, and while there weren't any oppositions to their relationship, to say they were spared from looks would be an outright lie. Carmen was given the best, she attended the top international academies, participated in several once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, and traveled near and far thanks to her father's real estate business. The Curran family prided themselves on being a close-knit family, but that all seemed to shift when Carmen was in her early twenties. Carmen was always in attendance when it came to social events her father hosted, however at the youthful age of twenty-one she attended fewer and fewer parties hosted by the Curran's; for a brief moment, she had completely disappeared from the public eyes, as did her mother, and when they both resurfaced, Carmen, formerly an only child, was now the older sister of a beautiful baby boy. The well-known dynamic of the Curran family had made a drastic change, with Carmen being noticably cold towards her parents, and doting towards her younger brother.

VISAGE

hair color: Dyed blonde, styled short with finger waves

eye color: Dark brown

height: Five feet eight and a half inches

distinguishing features: Blonde hair and contrasting eyebrows

body mods: Several piercings, some visible, others not so much

ethnicity: South African and Irish

face claim: Tati Gabrielle

MISC.

hobbies/interests: painting, dancing, sketching, sewing

fears/weaknesses: being forced into a lifestyle, her little "brother"

love language: insults Acts of service

goals for the aphrodisia: To enjoy herself, maybe flesh out some newly acquired kinks

family: Imani Khumalo (mother), Jonathan Curran (father), Monroe Curran ("brother")

p.o.b: Cape Town, South Africa

residence: Johannesburg, South africa

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