Realistic or Modern 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙔𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘼 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 ( revival )

[mother of sorrows]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓.

Hi, hi and welcome to the character sheets! Some stuff to note before jumping into the sheets themselves;

✦ some roles are already reserved, so please read through them carefully!
✦ your character's personality doesn't have to be the exact same as described; for example, the hierophant does not have to be strictly calm, nor does death need to be regretful, etc.
✦ lgbt+ and diverse characters are very much welcome.
✦ again; please be reasonable with the character ages! they should be 20+, but some are expected to be older, like the emperor.
✦ keeping some secrets for yourself is very much wlecome.
✦ quality > quantity. codes are not necessary! i would love to see characters with their own issues, ambitions, goals and deep flaws. c:
✦ once again, this will not be first come first serve.
This code has a hidden scroll, with the sheet below!


𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓.

Full Name:
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Age: (20+)
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Faceclaim: (only realistic, please; no drawings/art)
Appearance: (if using a faceclaim, you can delete this or add bonus info)

Personality:
Background: (this doesn't have to be long or detailed; you can write only what other characters are aware of, keeping some secrets for yourself!)
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Reputation: (very much optional but just to add a lil bit of spice ,you can write what the talk in town is about your character; rumors, scandals, etc. this does not have to be accurate or even true, but this is just to add some fun to character interaction later on!)

Feel free to add anything to the sheet or customize it as you see fit, but please don't delete anything (with the exception of appearance/faceclaim and reputation). Have fun and if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask in the OOC!

 

[mother of sorrows]

𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘖 𝘈𝘏𝘕.
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎.


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Nickname: Emi
Age: 31
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Afro-Cuban, Korean
Family: Avancini

Appearance:

Personality: People never run out of things to say about Emilio, it seems.

His colleagues might call him a born leader, a cool head to keep the others in check. The one to not crack under pressure when everything seems lost, even in the heat of the fire. His enemies might have the same kind words to offer; they call him a young power-grabber, a newcomer biting off more than he can chew.

There's some truth in both, though not in the way somebody might assume.

With every breath, step, glance, Emilio strives to be more than just a good leader; he wants to be an amazing one. Ice cold nerves, determination, and harsh self-discipline are his lifeblood, making him the capable man he is today. He strives to be the modern Renaissance man, armed with a wide array of knowledge and skills. He is well-read and very much capable of expressing and organizing his thoughts, something that is critical for when the world is on your shoulders. Calm-spoken, surprisingly kind to those around him, and endlessly patient, Emilio is a man that is hard to offend, much less anger. That does not mean he will tolerate disrespect; but he is not one to rise to jabs or placed traps for the sake of his pride.

It's not hard to see why he inspires loyalty in the other Avancini. Boss he might be, but Emilio is under no illusion that a boss is anything without his members - listening to problems, morning chats over coffee, and shared food are just one of the many rituals he shared with the Avancini, hoping to be a colleague and friend rolled in one.

There's his problem, though. He wants to be the mercy, justice, and anger of a God all at once. A very difficult task for one man alone - not that Emilio won't run himself into the ground trying.

Working into the late hours of the night, waking early to work some more, sparring, reading, finding secrets, checking on his members and status alike, trying his very hardest to make the organization run as it should. It's not that Emilio is not good at what he does; no, the exact opposite of that. But one man can only do so much with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Unfortunately for him and others, Emilio is unwilling to load some of the weight on anybody else. When he's not shaking from too much coffee and too little sleep, he's rushing to better himself at any costs. There's so much left to be done when he rises and no convincing will make him stop to take a breather.

Emilio Ahn is brilliant, promising; but that matters little when the rope he's hanging on to is as thin as thread.

This fault might make people underestimate him.

He might be peaceful and tired and with too many worries lying in his brain, but he is still an Avancini. A mistake people often make is think peaceful means being a stranger to cruelty.

You're not peaceful if you're not capable of great violence. You're harmless.

Emilio is anything but harmless.

Aesthetic: Late night talks, dark circles under eyes, long-cold coffee, secret smiles, rainy mornings, smell of a wet forest.
Background: A very false assumption people often make is that those who never had any power are the ones who will desire it most.

You'd think that at one point you would get tired of being pushed and humiliated and treated like the dirt upon which to walk on, you'd finally take back the control that's rightfully yours - but the thing is, if you were never even given the opportunity to do that, you won't even consider the possibility power might be in your reach. No, those with no power are the ones who give in, the walking wound of a person, leaking trauma and fear everywhere they go.

Much more dangerous is holding on to power for even a second. The moment when finally, you're the one with control. Maybe not a lot of it, hell, quite possibly only a scrap - but once you had it in your hands, it's hard to forget the taste.

For Emilio, this moment came when he kicked his older brother out of a tree so harshly the boy broke his leg. An action he would severely regret once his brother was out of a cast.

And yet in that split heartbeat, it felt like spitting back double the poison he was always given.

It might be obvious if you dissect the way he behaves, that Emilio was a child that was not fed love on a silver spoon.

His early life was not one of great note. Born in Cuba as the son of a Korean-Cuban father - a man that has not once laid eyes on his motherland, and a local mother - a woman that has long given up on her own dreams, Emilio came into his parent's life fairly late. They were well into their mid-thirties when they learned of the unexpected pregnancy, something that brought a crushing sense of anxiety. Bearing a child is never easy, much less when you're older. After careful monitoring and consultation, the couple took the news in stride, deciding to go through with the new life growing in utero. They welcomed Emilio happily enough, though they did not plan for him; the first months were anything but easy, something they would hang over Emilio's head during arguments.

'You weren't supposed to have been born, but we took care of you anyways.'

Not so accepting of the new baby was their other son, Ali.

At barely 12 years old, the boy already had a vicious temper that would match a grown man's. With no idea how to tame his destructive behaviors and with him not listening to anybody but his own impulsivity, Ali was a ticking time bomb of a child. You know the ones; with too early violence and a little bit too much delight in fighting than is comfortable. Anybody would be thrown off if they've been a single child for years - some bitterness is to be expected, maybe even excused. But the kind of jealousy and anger Ali targeted towards the baby Emilio was beyond undeserved, even for a scorned firstborn.

Being a kid is not easy. Even more so when you're born with an enemy at heel.

It's not often that Emilo thinks about the past, much less talk about it. There are still knots he hasn't worked through, wounds he hasn't stitched, bodies left unburied in his mind. Only a few - quite possibly only his right-hand man and Kiko, two people he trusts above all - are privy to the inner workings of his brain, to the mechanics of why he ticks the way he does.

As far as the others know, Emilio appeared on the shores of the States when he was 20 - a stranger in a stranger land, a wild kind of fire raging in his eyes, and a discomforting thirst to take even what was not given. The young criminal never stuck around for long, a ghost in people's memory after relieving them of their cash and glory. Trading secrets, killing for survival, blazes of glory, and explosions in the night; the first few years of being a rogue criminal were rife with debts and secrets that follow him to this day.

It was then, in those wild, unholy years that he met the High Priestess.

The rest was history, the moment he turned 25 and signed his work away to the Avancini. He's seen many things, brushed with death too many times to be completely unaffected; and the Avancini were a safe-house, a lighthouse in harsh, devouring waters. He worked and worked and worked till there was nothing else he knew, suddenly finding himself becoming the boss' right-hand man.

Emilio was under no illusion that he was going to be boss anytime soon. It would be a decade at least before anybody would consider putting the crown on him - something he planned for in the far away, hazy future when a different Emilio was going to exist.

Nobody would expect to wake up one morning, finding the boss' body slumped from bullets in his head.

Emilio suddenly found himself in deep waters, when the whole time he thought he was on the shore. He was as disturbed as anybody else to find himself holding so much power overnight, his inheritance a rushed affair he barely remembers.

There's something to be said about love and power in that.

Because if you aren't fed love on a spoon, you'll learn to lick it off knives.

Extra: Speaks Cuban Spanish and English. Having not spoken it himself, his father never taught him Korean - something Emilio has been trying to fix in the past years. A pretty good dancer.
Reputation: The first year of a new boss is always the most dangerous.

With so many eyes on him, rumors are bound to happen sooner or later; some are more kind to him, some less so. Word is that so far, the other bosses are keeping a close eye on Emilio, trying to decide if he'll get his sea legs under him - or if they can swarm in to devour his corpse. A failed assassination attempt on him speaks volumes about what kind of situation he is in right now. A failed shot and the attempted assassin escaped left the Avancinis with no answers and a deep sense of unease.

The town is divided on the subject. Some think Emilio has potential, a new star keep a close eye on lest he grows powerful; while others think he won't make it past his first year, ending up being fed to a river by a rival.

 

[mother of sorrows]

𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘡𝘏 𝘈𝘋𝘈𝘔𝘚𝘒𝘐
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙍.


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Full Name: Matezh Adamski
Nickname: Matei
Age: 47
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Straight, in a very 'holding hands and tenderly looking into each other's eyes isn't gay, it's what homies do' type of way
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Family: Adamski
Faceclaim: Joel Kinnaman

Personality: To say Matezh is a difficult man is not even the beginning.

For all those that work under him, all he appears to be is a cold, unnerving presence. Never wavering in his conviction, never putting his feelings first, always with a strong sense of duty, Matezh sees himself as the one who has to make the difficult choices nobody wants to make. When others squabble with panic, Matezh does - heavy is the head that wears the crown, and even heavier is the finger pointed at him in the aftermath. He will be the villain in he needs to. He will be the evil patriach, the cruel monster making your life hell in your eyes. He'll bear all the guilt and accusations and hate, but nobody can deny he is the driving force behind the Adamski. Where others fail to act, he will do what needs to be done; no matter how high the cost may grow.

A dog gnawing it's own leg, Matezh is a very hard man to love. And yet, he is not easy to hate either.

He does not mean to be cruel; and yet, years of abuse and one tragedy after the other have shaped him into a cynic that looks for graves when he smells flowers. Affection is a stranger to him, as is soft calm. You do not survive with a caressing hand - Matezh learned that the hard way. To survive means to be cut from stone, and above anything, Matezh wants others to live. He breaks the things he loves more often than not, though he tries. With a deep love for his family, and yet with no way to show it, Matezh often settles on silence.

Aesthetic: Blood on marble floors, dark bruises, broken noses, midnight executions, Greek poetry, tragic operas, rare smiles in the morning light.
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[miyabi]

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kiko na chiangmai a.k.a J1NX

# the world

# kitty chicha amatayakul

♡coded by uxie♡

kiko na chiangmai

the world

tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what i am, or what i'm not?

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  Standing at 5'7", Kiko is just above average height; nothing extraordinary, however, her preference for platform boots give her an extra boost.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Kept a plain dark brown, Kiko is one to opt for low maintenance hairstyles; lacking skill, time, and patience, it’s no surprise she’s made this decision upon herself. However, when the thick tendrils are styled, they’re often in low ponytails, soft, yet messy and effortless curls, or tucked under hats.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Pits of deep brown, nearly black, the color is significantly brighter as the light hits -- resembling pools of honey. Accompanied by dark circles, it's obvious Kiko isn't much of a sleeper -- long coffee-filled nights with the endless typing of a keyboard. Staring at a screen has its downfalls, a frequent wearer of contacts, never one to favor glasses. Thick, straight, black eyelashes that can barely hold a curl, Kiko doesn't bother to try and spruce them up.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Inspired by punk, grunge, and goth culture, Kiko's closet consists of heavy duty boots, distressed clothing, and dark color palettes. She isn't one to stray away from experimentation, one look could be vastly different from the day prior. Other days, she may only opt for her pajamas, comfort over style a frequent mentality. i. ii. iii.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Random stickers of tattoos, both at home and professional; stick-and-poke and machine, these permanent inks have no direct meaning. Often done on impulse, Kiko can barely recall how many she has to be exact -- however, she does know that they exceed 15. A lover of jewelry, the woman has double nose rings, and multiple ear piercings. With an occasional scar, Kiko collects them like trophies -- both from fist fighting and her own, unfortunate, clumsiness. i. ii. iii.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Such as it were, the world burned around her. Not physically, but mentally. Within chaos brought light, that of which she thought she’d never see again. In the first calamatic years after the Na Chiangmai’s downfall, Kiko did what she did best: take from others, seek power, destroy. Ravaged already by inner war, she knew no other way.
  
  The world is nothing, if not lined with teeth. Cruelty, unfairness, lost hope; aware of the truest dangers, yet willfully ignorant to its effects on others. The thoughts of a once sheltered, battered, and scared woman.
  
  Selfish is what one might call her, but she liked to think she was well-aware. She would never let someone step all over her, not anymore; tired of being at a disadvantage, tired of the constant disapproval from another party; Kiko, as she knew it, could rely on primarily herself. Through her walk of life, there was a case of realization: not everyone will be on your side, some may pray for your downfall, and it is only up to you to choose whether or not to let it happen.
  
  Greatly pained, however, is not all that she is; though, it plays a part.
  
  Her loyalty runs deep to those she feels is deserving, however it is not easily won: traumatized by the betrayal done unto her by her own blood. Although it may not be to the point of self-sacrifice, Kiko will fight to the ends of the earth for her loved ones, even if it goes against her own self-preservation.
  
  A prankster at heart, jokes come easily to her -- an easy coping mechanism to deflect her own discomfort. With her wit, intelligence, and subtle charm, one could believe that she isn't as downtrodden and troubled inward. That, however, is far from the truth. In her waves of laughter, jokes, and tired demeanor, is a deeply pained individual that cannot understand her own deeply rooted troubles.
  
  Methodical, some may call her; actions calculated, with random bursts of impulsivity, Kiko's intelligence is nowhere near questionable. A well-read individual, a genius, someone that can easily learn new territories and adapt quickly: the woman is nothing short of impressive.
  
  She thrives in mischief; with questionable loyalties towards anyone but the Avancini and equally questionable morals, she can be unpredictable; is her friendliness genuine? Or the product of her own greed.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Bad reputation plays in the distance...
  
  A brilliant hacker with the mouth of a sailor; a genius in her own right with skills incomparable. Feared by the community, admired by others: although witty and one to crack jokes, in the world of hackers and beyond, her work is never underestimated.
  
  Her origin unknown to most, an enigma -- Kiko’s reputation surrounds her position within the Avancinis and digital prowess. wip
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Lit cigarettes, cold brew, no sleep, red eyes and dark circles, dark spaces, dim lights, isolation, chains.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  If asked now, she speaks of the city under a grey cast──though she chases the light like a foolish idealist. The vision of a world, far better than one cursed into; Kiko wishes to find comfort. All her calculations, endless nights of sobs, the feelings of a burden brought unto her fortunate, yet unfortunate family. Once foolish and desperate for approval, validation of those who cared less about her and more about their fortunes. A second nature. Years of competition, strife between siblings and a rocky bond between mother and father, Kiko sought what she thought was liberation; yet it came as another form of familial tyranny.
  
  She sits in her room, a mere child, building forts──an imaginative child with ambitions to last, a plethora of ideas, changes she wished to make in the world; however, with the disapproving gaze of her parents, the mockery of her siblings, she chooses not to voice them. Wary, afraid of the laughter, everyday taunts that one would think she’d get used to, Kiko is quiet.
  
  Rage is a quiet thing.
  
  Upturned noses, cold shoulders, met with the disregard for their own daughter, the Na Chiangmai family made one thing clear: Kiko was insignificant. And although this may seem harsh, it was the truth──wholeheartedly. The prominent, wealthy dynasty, if one could call it that, always shunned the thought of a daughter: her parents wanted sons, and sons only. As did her brothers.
  
  Useless, weak, ungrateful; the family made it a point to let her know exactly what they felt of her, no matter the consequence. A once happy child turned broken, emotionally battered by the neglect. They chose fortune over family, success over morality, and would do anything and choose anything to protect their titles──even if it meant sacrificing their own blood. Loyalty was never on the table, ready to turn on each other in a heartbeat had it meant keeping the family reputation on the rise.
  
  God forbid the world found out about their poor daughter.
  
  A woman, endlessly meeting rejection letter after rejection letter, turned away by her own family’s business, with nowhere else to go. Nowhere to heal. Comfort came in different forms: hers manifested in the form of a computer screen. The digital landscape, although treacherous and riddled with endless rabbit holes, was the escape she needed. A faceless entity behind a screen, with power at the ends of her fingertips.
  
  One could call her gifted; years overlooked, her family never came to realize her advanced aptitudes. A genius in her own right, quick on her feet, a fast learner with a knack for technology. She tucked it away from them, still afraid. With a language they couldn’t understand, who knew what dastardly words would pour from their wretched mouths.
  
  She’d made a name for herself, under an alias no less; now disconnected from family, a once rich and privileged young woman turned struggling worker turned… hacker. Feared, loved, loathed, and everything in between with a reputation to match. Grown confidence in herself encouraged action, ones she otherwise would have doubted had she continued to tremble at the feet of her tormentors, family but only by blood.
  
  They carried on with their lives, she carried on with hers; her name, however, was kept. Though she hated them, the power the Na Chiangmai name carried held on forever.
  
  In a sea of flames, burning as bright as the sun, is vengeance. Home was neither safe nor sacred, filled with accusatory looks and unrelenting judgement. Her family burns alive, as do the bitter feelings; no, she wasn’t the cause, but she did nothing to stop it. She hates that she cannot feel remorse, but after the years of torment, she’d had enough.
  
  Knowing them, they most likely went out protecting their pride and joy: riches──jewels and stacks of cash that had only gone up in flames, leaving only trails of ash. There was one thing, however: her eldest brother, thought to be caught in the flames, was never recovered. The body, one that should’ve been there, was gone without a single trace left behind. It was a mystery to the departments, the news even: Kiko had her fears, that he’d lived. Cruel to say about a member of the family, but well deserved.
  
  For two years, Kiko had continued on her own: obsessively looking through footage, trying to put the pieces together, and yet nothing seemed to add up. Not a single picture, no clues, bank statements, nothing: her brother vanished; even in the flames, they would’ve found remains or ash indicative of his presence. Yet nothing. Not a single soul spoke of it after the incident.
  
  Soul searching, a funny term but exactly what it entails.
  
  Kiko, though finding comfort in her web, sought out more. No longer was it enough, and once again, she was empty. So she searched and searched and searched. About to give up, ready to be stuck in a hole once again, there flashed an opportunity at the palms of her hands. The Avancini, a connection she hopelessly continued to search for, was within her reach. They needed her, just as she needed them.
  
  Home was where the Avancini was; with Emi’s propositions of power, acceptance, Kiko wanted it all──and he gave it. It was easier seeking comfort in who was once a stranger, now turned a close ally. A whirlwind of emotion, in disbelief Kiko spent her first few days sitting in silence. What she wanted, needed, it was all there.
  
  Bullets do not feed mouths, but they can do a hell of a lot more.
  
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  [RESTORATION FAILED...]
  [DATA LOST...]
  
  New Message from 'J1NX': "Nice try. Look somewhere else. ;]"
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Kiko’s family -- only by blood. A once wealthy group whose values surrounded money and power, her father, Kiet (deceased at 45) and mother, Prija (deceased at 43) weren’t hesitant to pin their children against each other. Their eldest son, Chatri (presumably deceased at 27; body never recovered), youngest son, Kris (deceased at age 18), and only daughter Kiko (alive, now 29; 23 at the time of the fire) all in constant competition. Their bond was never close. Due to an unfortunate fire, the family burned away in their home -- alongside their countless riches; perhaps her parents were trying to shield their fortunes. The fire was of unknown origin.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A trusted individual, even so much as to say her best friend. Close, with a few arguments over whether or not water is wet, he is one that knows the most about Kiko. Her secrets, thoughts, personal tribulations. The first to hear her opinions and the first to her loyalty. Quick exchanges of jokes, looks in the middle of the night (the two somehow always being up at the same time -- with little sleep), and calmer than she. One of the first friendships and moments of solidarity, Kiko found safety.
  
  Their first meeting was an automatic connection turned a beautiful relationship; a planned future, unending love and respect--her heart, although it aches, still yearns for him. She, however, cannot face it quite yet; Em deserves better than her.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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[FireMaiden]

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Full Name:
Nadia Nowak
Nickname:
Nia
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bi-Sexual
Ethnicity:
Caucasian (Her parents were Polish and Irish decent)
Nationality:
American
Family:
Adamski
Role:
The Judgement

Appearance:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 243lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Build: Hourglass, thicc
When you first see Nadia, she is absolutely not someone you would expect to be a rather notable member of a crime family. A short, plus sized wan who looks like she should be running a book store? Yeah, definitely not somebody to worry about. Soft round features like her cheeks, and a not well defined jawline only adds to her rather soft appearance. She has heart shaped lips. They aren't the dramatic puffy lips a lot of people desire, but they are certainly not thin. Her nose rather straight, the tip slightly upturned; and the bridge has a slight wiggle where it was broken at one point. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped, and a hazel brown like her mother. Her hair is dirty blonde, almost chestnut brown like her father. She takes a bit more after her mother, but there's no denying she's her father's child.

Her body is a bit of an outlier for the typical crime families. Nadia sports and hourglass figure, a lot of her weight being carried in her lower half. Back pain is no stranger to her either as she has 44DDD bras to out up with. Her body is a bit closer to the 'ideal' plus sized body, but she still has a tummy. And she doesn't try to hide anything. You have a problem with the way she looks? Nadia couldn't care less. She wasn't put on this Earth to make anyone comfortable. Her build is not a reflection of her health either. She takes care of herself, Nadia eats well and supplements what she needs with vitamins. She's also deceptively strong, working out four days a week to keep herself healthy but also built in a way she can dish out a beat down when needed.

Her style has two sides. Work and casual. For work/most public outings, she wears nice pantsuits tailored to be very flattering on her form. She favors dark colors, black and gray tend to be her go to. For formal occasions, she'll wear heals, but most of the time she wears comfortable loafers (or black converse.) Nadia also wears her jackets open and her button ups only about half buttoned, the top two or three are always undone. Her hair is normally pulled back in a pony tail, with her curtain cut bangs framing her face. And she'll wear simple make-up with a bold dark lip color. When Nadia is relaxing though, t-shirts and short shorts. Oh she lives in a fancy mansion, she must dress nicely all the time! Wrong. She's dressed like a gremlin because she can. There's no point in being fancy all the time.

Personality:
Nadia at first, is a rather quite person. Not because the woman is shy, or the second option of being socially awkward. She is observing. She has many reasons for this. Watching for potential threats, watching how you act, how you treat her and those around you. She of course is not a spy, but who doesn't benefit from paying a little extra attention? Call it paranoia, call it being judgemental or stuck up. But there's a lot you can learn from just...watching a person. For example, she can tell her female friends just how a guy will treat them based on how they treat Nadia? Of course they'd laugh at her warning but after a few months, come and tell Nadia she was right. Because of her sense of justice, she doesn't often associate with people who are discriminatory for no reason. There are of course a few exceptions, such as her association with the Admaski family. She will also be rather distant at first. She'll be friendly, and a pleasure to be around, but until she gets to know you, Nadia is a secretive woman who tends to avoid personal questions like the plague. Unless they're about her interests, then be prepared to see a million pictures of her dogs in Halloween costumes.

For those who are close to her, they experience a rather fun-loving, out-going, and sometimes louder than necessary Nadia. She has on more than one occasion been described as the mom friend. But growing up she has a sense of responsibility drilled into her, she was the kid other parents relied on to watch their kids. The role model. The example. It only makes sense she's the one who's worrying about everyone else. Nadia is always checking in on The Emperors sons (who she loves to death, they're very special to her. They also happen to be the ones invited over for dinner the most often.) This also means she's often putting others before herself. Their needs above her own, their happiness, safety, and success above her own. She also makes sure everyone is treated fairly, or as fairly as possible. The world is not black and white, and Nadia knows this. She pushes for things to be fair, but she also knows that in some cases, fair means treated differently. Those close to her also know she's a damn good solider. Hard working, calm and collected under pressure. Her naturally observant nature means she makes stupid mistakes less often, and her sense, almost a need for justice, means she is less likely to lash out at people who don't necessarily deserve it.

The key to that, is less likely. Nadia has one hell of a mean streak. Anger on her is calm, a storm brewing under the surface until she lashes out. Nadia will be loud, hurtful, and hardly remorseful when everything calms down. In her mind, anyone who pissed her off deserved the outburst. Some people may get an apology if she was too harsh even in her opinion, and it's not to say she wouldn't try to make up for it at some point. An apology will come eventually, but it may not be verbally. Sometimes, it's just a simple gift. Which may not work for everyone, but Nadia finds apologies hard. A step up from anger is her violent side. If you decide to fuck with someone she cared about and she gets her hands on you? You're not walking away from that confrontation unscathed. Especially if it's...family business. Of course, she makes sure her decisions are just. Her morals are rather great and not too well defined, but she won't allow herself to cross an unnecessary line. Like Batman not carrying a gun. It's a fine line she walks carefully.

Background:
Nadia's story begins much like everyone else. With her parents. Elizabeth Riley, an Irish American met Antoni Nowak during freshman year of highschool. And it was love at first sight, there was no sperating these two. They were stuck together at the hip their entire highschool career and as soon as they could, the two of them got married. The young lovers were quicky faces with the hardships of supporting themselves without the helps of their parents. They both worked two minimum wage jobs,.focused on saving up for the future. But after a number of incidents that led to Antoni loosing both of his jobs, and issues finding a new one...he began to gravitate toward a familiar crowd. He only got away with about a week or so of sneaking around before Elizabeth caught onto him. And after throwing a pair of flip flops at his head, he came clean about it. His past, his family, who they had ties to...and much to Antoni's surprise, Elizabeth wanted to go with him. If Antoni was going to risk his hide to make them money, Elizabeth was going to do it too. So with many protests, Antoni took Elizabeth to meet with his family. Who almost laughed them out of the house.

Antoni's grandfather, who he was named after, began to give a speech about loyalty. About how Antoni made a choice and left the family behind! Elizabeth was having none of it, she promptly stood up, and smacked the hell out of his grandfather. A deadly hush fell over the room as she started giving them the same speech about loyalty and family. Antoni may have left, but he never stopped being a sort of their family, yada yada yada. They were all just impressed enough she had the guts to smack him. There were a few conditions they had to follow...but after a few hours of talking, Antoni and Elizabeth were welcomed into the family business.

Now the Nowak worked under the Adamski family, so while Antoni may have been the grandson of the Nowak patriarch, it wasn't their ranks he and Elizabeth were working through. Regardless, they worked harder than anybody to rise through the ranks. But despite the general stress, danger, and illegality of their jobs, Antoni and Elizabeth had a lot of fun. They made many friends (and more than their share of enemies). Among those of course, was the current Emperor. They lived a good life, and once they were living comfortably, their lives only got better when Elizabeth learned she was pregnant.

Nadia was born on February 21st. Giving birth nearly killed Elizabeth and a precaution, she had herself sterilized. So Nadia would end up being their only child. But they loved her none the less. They doted on her, and for the first two years of her life, Elizabeth stepped back to take on safer jobs until of course Antoni was promoted to deputy. This brought their family closer to The Emperor, and brought Nadia close to his kids. She would still be doted on by her parents, but as she grew older, their duties would take up more and more of their time. But she was still taken care of. Being raised with the leaders kids...it had perks. And so did her parents having money.

BIt their positions brought up certain... expectations. Antoni and Elizabeth had made exceptional names for themselves over the years. Her future with the family of course was unknown, but being born when she was, to her parents...the youngest may have gotten to escape them, but Nadia and the oldest didn't. In the very least, her parents expected her to become a bodyguard of sorts for the oldest. Once she was old enough, her parents had her start training to learn how to handle a gun. She must always be willing to risk her life for those kids. She must always be ready for a fight. She much always be ready for the unexpected...Nadia was once caught with a switchblade at school because of this. They may have been sending her to school, a good one, but her loving parents were pretty much guaranteeing that Nadia would only really be suited for this life.

Over the years as she got older, Nadia would be exposed to harsher training to prepare her for anything. During middle school she picked up her knife throwing skills as someone pointed out that firearms shouldn't be the only thing she relied on. Someone taught her a variety of weak points and pressure point on the human body. Someone else taught her some basic first aid for emergencies. All at her parents requests of course, they wanted her to be prepared for every type of situation possible. Might be why they managed to get a drag racer to teach her how to drive at 14...which was fun. And while the weight of all those expectations was almost suffocating, she loved her parents dearly. And they loved her.

Nadia as expected, didn't often get to go out with her few friends. But for her 16th birthday, her parents agreed. Nadia went out with two of her friends from school (and the Emperor's kids if they wanted to come) to the movies, the mall, and a nice dinner before she went home. And in just a matter of hours...her life changed. Her parents were gone. Her life changed drastically in just a matter of hours...she never even got to say goodbye. Of course Nadia had people to look after her. Her grandfather, her uncles and aunt...but there was, for a while, a question as to who arranged for their deaths. She didn't put it past the Nowak's for hiring outside help. Especially after her uncle tried to take over the money and estate she'd inherit once she turned 18. Because of her relationship to The Emperor, it only felt natural she fall under his care. If he agreed of course.

Once she turned 18, Nadia moved into the mansion and of course, gained a small fortune her parents had saved up. At first, the young woman was apprehensive about it. It was a giant, lonely house. But she didn't want to overstay her welcome anywhere else. So she moved in. Most of the people who worked for her parents had left, except for one steward who decided to stay for her sake. After all, it was a big house to take care of. It was around this age she started to take her role in the family seriously. Graduated from highschool, with more money than she knew what to do with, she could have done anything with her life. And briefly...she thought about it. Getting away from her home town, the life her parents brought her up into. She shared these concerns with her aunt...who promptly told her grandfather. Who then threatened to tell the Emperor. The idea didn't scare her as much as her grandfather probably thought it would. Everyone had doubts sometimes. The Emperor had nothing to worry about of course, this was the only life Nadia knew. She'd possibly thrive in other ways of life, but in all honesty, she just needed a break. Nadia had taken no real time to grieve when her parents died. A month she took, stepping back a bit for time to herself. That's all she needed, a little time to reset. And when she came back, she was 100% committed. After all, what other profession would let her try and track down her parents killers?

For the last 6 years, Nadia has been a hardworking and committed solider for the Adamski family. She's carried out her duties carefully, thoroughly and has hopefully become someone her parents would have been proud of.

Extra:
- She is an avid gamer. Nadia owns every Sims 4 Expansion pack and spent months making a custom save full of people she knows in real life. Not only that, she loves RPG games and first person shooters.

- Has considered fostering kids who need homes. Nadia has the room after all. But us too worried about their safety for it to go any further than just thinking

- Knows how to throw knives, and is pretty good at it. She actually uses them as one of her three preferred weapons because they're versatile.

- Owns a Doberman and a Rottweiler. They're names are Hades and Ares, and she spoils the absolutely fuck out of them. They're also trained guard/attack dogs so don't mess with them unless you're close to them.

- Is an excellent cook? Also bakes? She often donates food she makes to shelters. Those close to her will sometimes be invited over for dinner.

- Can speak a little bit of Polish, but she's not great at it

Reputation:
- There's a rumor she's actually the illegitimate child of The Emperor. How close her parents were to him, Nadia being raised with his children, the respect she's managed to hold onto...Nadia can see where this came from but it's a little annoying

- There's a very well known incident from when she was 19. Nadia ended up beating to death two local dealers who had recently started to branch into the human trafficking rings. If that wasn't bad enough, the people they were targeting were kids. Nadia caught wind of it, and even though they got dropped off a hospital matter their...warning, they didn't make it.

- There's a local rumor that she also killed her parents for the inheritance. This isn't something in the family, but for the normal people living in the city. A young girl getting a hefty sum of cash and a mansion? Sounds like a Murder She Wrote episode to me.

- Those in the Adamski family know not to underestimate her, but the Avancini family might not have gotten the memo yet.

 

[miyabi]

the hanged man.

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Theo

Casimir

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Theo Adamski; Casimir Sayed

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27 years old.

03.

sexuality

demiromantic pansexual

04.

Pronouns

he/him; cis-male

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ethnicity

Egyptian-Belgian-Lebanese

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  Standing at 6'4", weighing at about 187 POUNDS, 'Theo' is a man that is far from small. LITHE, A BIT MUSCULAR, WITH A SLIGHT SLOUCH in his stance, his presence is sure to be noticed, but never one to impede on anyone else's presence. HAZEL EYES accompanied by SEVERE DARK CIRCLES under his eyes, 'Theo's looks are often compared to that of a puppy; an incredibly sleep-deprived, sad puppy with little will to live. His EGYPTIAN features are prominent, as are his THICK, DARK LASHES; SLIGHTLY CURLED BROWN HAIR sits on his head, RARELY STYLED -- often MESSY, but EFFORTLESS.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  ‘Theo’, as known by many, is a man who dwells too long in the past. Laid-back with a quick wit, whose strong ambitions are prevalent in his work, by no means are his capabilities questioned by his colleagues and family--that is, if one could call them that. An individualist and notable misfit, ‘Theo’ isn’t one that others may like right off the bat; actions questionable, morals shaky. With a level-headed and often tired demeanor, most would sum ‘Theo’ up as a harmless entity; one that is to heal rather than harm.
  
  He is, however, far from harmless. A man, well-versed in the medical field--albeit it, not formally trained--’Theo’ is intelligent and calculated. Often projected onto his patients, his anger comes in forms of threats; moreso physical than anything else with the power he holds over their fate. Truth be told, ‘Theo’ uses this to his own advantage. His seemingly rude attitude leaves little room for friendly quips; a useful skill to draw away pursuants of friendship and convivial banter that often leaves him distracted--as well as irritated.
  
  With slips of crass remarks under the guise of his own cruelty, ‘Theo’ isn’t a fan of those who make their attempts to befriend him, nor does he welcome most to analyze him. He is, for the most part, a closed-off, bitter man that--when the time comes--will act as a dear friend in order for further collection of information. Manipulation is a skill he often turns to with his self-serving trait hidden under a selfless disposition. This is, however, far from who Casimir is.
  
  Ravaged by wrath, broken by melancholy; Casimir is a bitter man in pain, emotionally and existentially, battered by his tragedies. Although tired, Casimir is still filled with hatred towards the Adamskis--however, masterfully hiding it for the gained trust of Matezh. His intelligence extends farther than ‘Theo’, a man far more calculated than the facade he’d placed upon himself.
  
  While he may lead on to be unbothered, he is nothing of the sort; with his perception of others severely ailed. An insatiable drug addict (as much as he hates to admit it), Casimir is an avid user of drugs with a refusal to confront his own downfalls.
  
  Hesitant to entrust his own life in the hands of others, Casimir--as well as 'Theo'--turns down the outstretched hand for fear of betrayal; he, however, would not hesitate to stab another in the back by any means necessary. A wolf in sheep's clothing, Casimir is no man to be trusted nor underestimated.
  
  To watch the Adamski's dynasty burn is a vision he craves--a man scorned.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  TW// DEATH AND DRUGS.
  
  A lost boy whose family was murdered; the poor soul who’d witnessed the cruelty at the hands of the Adamskis. Theo Adamski, formerly known as Casimir Sayed, was born to couple Emiliya Bauer-Sayed and Mahmoud Sayed: previously the Adamski's business partners, wealthy and powerful with a vice-grip around most organizations. He remembers it: the sounds of gunfire, the sudden drop of bodies, the smell of iron wrapping around his lungs.
  
  Most would say trauma breaks a person--and while it does--Casimir had fallen into the clutches of fear and rage, mixed with salvation.
  
  The burning feeling in his throat, the sting in his eyes; a child once belonging to a home of love turned prisoner of his own mental shackles. He’d become what most feared of becoming: the unloved orphan whose livelihood was stripped away by a man whose power far surpassed his own. And there he lay, close to the lifeless bodies of his family, covered in their blood still warm; some would argue that Matezh did him a favor, sparing Casimir in his own cruel twist of sympathy.
  
  Casimir, however, felt better off dead.
  
  Taken in by the man most hated, whose calloused fingers he could still remember wrapping around his arms--paired with an uneasily soft tone as if the tragedy that had stricken had only been a cruel illusion, Casimir from that day on had become an Adamski. He, however, was far from grateful.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Under the direction of Matezh is a helpless and hopeless Casimir, whose name changed for the sake of the family. Theo Adamski, a false identity curated to ward off questioning, had assimilated--for the most part. Whilst suffering at the hands of his own memory heavily traced upon the flesh of his brain, ‘Theo’ was introduced to the Adamskis as a distant relative; the son of Matezh’s sick cousin who could no longer take care of him.
  
  If only that had been the case. A childhood such as his sinks its teeth into those nearest, latching onto everything in its path--everything reminded him of home. His real home. Each spine of a book, each painful laughter of their familial affairs, each breath in his wake proved far more agonizing than anything a young boy like him should have ever experienced in his lifetime.
  
  He was only 8.
  
  Experiencing firsthand the grief and brutality of man, Casimir was not quite the same child. Inside brewed wrath disguised by false hope--he vowed to himself, even as a young boy, that he would be the reason for the Adamski's downfall. And so he played nice, taking on the persona of ‘Theo’--pretending to accept his newfound family.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ‘Theo’, at Matezh’s command, had become a man involved in the Adamskis--willing or not was a question often left unanswered. However, to his advantage, with his own intelligence did he prove himself a worthy asset. Fervently interested in the inner workings of humanity, he always had an aptitude for the medical field. Though, formal training on its own was not quite in his foresight.
  
  A studier of books, well-read and ready to wrap his hands around a scalpel under the watchful eye of the Adamski’s former doctor, ‘Theo’ had quickly gained the trust of many. It’s not often that one works for the enemy willingly. Hell, anything to further build his trust within the family.
  
  He’d seen his fair share of wounds, done his fair share of cruelty--taking the innards of another, patching the wounds of a member, succumbing to his own share of pills carefully tucked in books. After the years of inner torment did ‘Theo’ fall victim to the drugs he often prescribed others.
  
  Taking any pill imaginable to numb the visceral fear that steadily crept up his throat; too anxious to sleep, the man tried every pill imaginable. Excedrins, Xanax, Vicodin, Nyquil--an extensive list found twisted with the hold of alcohol he frequented on most nights. He couldn’t get enough--the feeling of no longer feeling; thus came his insatiable hunger.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Power comes in many forms. For Theo, power was at the hands of the man he resented most; Matezh Adamski, who so remorselessly ripped his family away--with the gall to take him under his wing--was at the centerfold of his animosity. The exploitation of power, money, greed, Theo clammored onward under the guise of support. Within his ranks came the responsibility of becoming the mafia’s doctor--a job he’d taken on out of his knowledge for using it to his advantage.
  
  Time was running out. Casimir, despite his own patience, had become the victim of restlessness; nights filled with pacing, rushed scribbles in a notebook, all-nighters just to study movements within the Adamski’s very home.
  
  His obsession was inevitable. Theo’s demonstrated unwavering devotion to the Adamskis was ready to collapse in mere seconds--he, however, forced himself to hold on a bit longer.
  
  There is nothing more valuable than watching the Adamskis burn. Theo, however, has yet to find the right time and the right allies.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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Golden child,
Lion boy;
Tell me what it's like to conquer.

oh darling, even rome fell

the hierophant

Marzanna

Full Name

Marzanna Antonia Adamski

nicknames

Marza, Toni

gender and pronouns

Female, she/her

age

26

family

Adamski

role

The Hierophant

ethnicity

Polish

sexuality

Bisexual

01.

visage

faceclaim

Antonia Freya Lydia

appearance

Framing an oval face, Marzanna's waist long blonde hair is rarely seen styled other than in a neat ponytail, kept back in a practical manner. With sharp cheekbones, clearly maintained eyebrows, and a prominent nose, she has a distinctive look about her, which is only enhanced by the intense blue of her eyes. Marzanna stands at about 5'8, although it isn't uncommon to find her wearing small heels only adding to that. She's not a large woman, but her sleeves and outfit choices often hide a modestly muscular physique, earned from a mix of hobbies, exercise, and basic martial arts training---with her position, preparation for a number of situations seemed almost a necessity.

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Even with a closet of designer, custom made apparel crafted to any of her whims, Marzanna often seems to be stuck in a traditional style of dress. Although she pays attention to the practicality of her outfits, and prefers pants to skirts, she's often distinctly feminine and some would say old fashioned in her outfit choices, often with a clearly expensive blouse and simple jewelry choice. She tends towards the side of formality, always making sure to look presentable, even on private or casual occasions.

02.

psyche

In a game of nature or nurture, Marzanna's nurture was a manacle of expectation. In all outward appearances, it would seem to have won, too. She's always been wound a little tightly, always on high alert and trained to be prepared for anything, her muscles never fully relaxed. She's reserved, keeping a façade of calm about her, never raising her temper in favor of icy silence. But how long can even the most ruthless keep up playing against the barest expression of emotion, squeezing into a rigid box?

It's no secret that many are curious about her, that was to be the case from her birth, but the curiosity is only enhanced by how little sincerity she shows the world. Her words calculated and precise, she's always playing a game, her persona the character kept up against a world that has its breath caught waiting for her to take the wrong move. For now, however, it seems she's got the rules figured out, and it reflects in the way she interacts with those around her. Marzanna's polite, social, exceptionally mannered, but has never been known to show a shred of kindness.

Marzanna keeps herself busy, slamming into studying and hobbies and the needs of her family, not a single step out of line of being their perfect heir. Intelligent, charming, unflinching, everything that could be taught to her. Marzanna’s driving force has always been her family; a desire to impress them, to fulfill that expectation as if it's the only thing she knew. As, in a way, it was. She couldn't have had the time to question how this life suited her, or whether there even was a her outside of the heir of the Adamski.

Although, the hints of tiredness creeping into her eyes is no less from that busy life than from wishful nights staring out the window, searching for what more the world might have to offer. Many wonder if she's capable of being a good leader someday, whether her ambition digs deep enough for it, or whether she's just excellent at pretending to be.

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history

Marzanna was raised to be the perfect heir of the Adamski family. Many would say she grew up without a want in the world, enough money that a lifetime of spending it would hardly make a dent. She was raised and trained by them, her schooling entirely private, and although taught the full extent of what her social expectations were, often kept sheltered and out of prying eyes. What family doesn't keep a healthy dose of secrecy? With family tensions on the rise, it's time to see just how well she's been prepared against the real world.

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As heir and deputy, Marzanna has basic training in various forms of combat, firing a gun, and has practice commanding and overseeing branches of the Adamski. Most of what she knows comes from her education and family. However, she's yet to show hesitation to cause harm if asked. Beyond the skills directly related to the Adamski's line of work, Marzanna's hobbies included horseback riding and playing piano. She speaks English, Polish, and Spanish, having learned the latter through her schooling.

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Marzanna is, to no surprise, known and watched around the city. Keeping herself from being directly under the public eye, she's managed to keep up the impression of being a perfect poster child, just what's expected of her. Well, almost. When she was around 17, she wasn't seen or heard from for an entire year. The family keeps it under wraps, as though nothing had been amiss, but there's no stopping rumors or what they might be covering up.

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  the magician ✧*:･ﾟ
  
  

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  27
  
  

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  chinese-polish
  
  

  sexuality

  pansexual heteroromantic
  
  

  family

  adamski

  VISAGE

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  109lbs
  
  

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  lean & limber
  
  

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  umber brown & thick and supple
  
  

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  PERSONA

  Smile. You're being watched!
  
  What most disregard as the usual passive-aggressive comment from a smiley face sign at their neighborhood convenience store, Evangeline lives by it. Always vividly aware and observant of not only her surroundings but each and every pair of eyes watching as well, it's a shame that all the town of Saint's Heights ever gets to see is the facade of a relaxed, charming, and sweet angel come down to Earth. Kind, selfless girls who are the very definition of altruism don't thrive, much less survive in this town.
  
  Good thing she isn't one then. Much like an actress in a movie, when the studio lights above turn off, so does the act. The smile, although it never comes off, becomes more taunting than inviting like it knows all your secrets. And with a quick mind and glib tongue that not only knows just how and where to provoke others to get them to spill the beans but also loves to (all under the guise of being a "joke" of course), it's a huge surprise Evangeline hasn't been offed by a slighted associate in the underworld.
  
  Well... it's not like they can or could even try to in the first place. Evangeline is competent—no, excellent—at what she does, making her a vital resource that needs to remain alive if the Adamski family wants to remain on top. This fact might have led to some arrogance (read: confidence) that only adds on to the long list of reasons people wish for her end. That and the fact that it's generally her way or nothing, but Evangeline knows what she wants and will do anything to get it. She's not the type to worry about pride, dignity, or how others see her anymore when it comes to these matters, especially not after years of having her loyalty questioned by old Polish men worried about her lack of blood purity. If you won't get dirty, she will with or without you.
  
  It's best if you go with the plan. She doesn't ask twice.

  
  

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  -Fluent in English, Mandarin, and Cantonese due to her mom's inability to speak English & conversational in Polish because of her dad
  -The only people she listens to are the Hierophant and the Emperor. Even the baby of the Adamski's gets none of her obedience and a little bit of sarcasm
  -Knows the town's underground pathways and systems by heart. She doesn't need a map and has a fantastic sense of direction along with good flexibility and stamina to escape from incriminating situations.
  -Can be found so often on her offtime at a bar or club eavesdropping on the conversations of loose-lipped patrons that she's on a first name basis with many of the bartenders. May also be sleeping around, brewing tea, or cooking yummy food
  -Says she's not scared of anything but absolutely scared shitless of: thunderstorms, being drunk, ladders, and being betrayed by one of the few people she actually trusts.
  -She can use a gun but definitely isn't the best shot. It's fun for her to wield to look menacing though since she has a baby face without heavy makeup (which is a fact about herself she strongly dislikes)
  -As much as she doesn't want to admit it, some of the people she meets in the Avancini kind of grow on her. It doesn't sway her enough to break her loyalty to the Adamski, but at times she very slightly feels bad for most likely causing them to die or be accused of being a rat

  
  
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  No one knows the exact reason why Evangeline came to work under the Adamski family, more specifically stay in it. Only 7 or 8 when she first arrived, the young girl came into the family with a face drowned in tears, rain, and snot. In one hand was a small bunny toy and in the other was her father's hand. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, and the pair offered no explanation for the child or the mother.
  
  Whilst it was common for the children of family members to grow up together despite how common betrayal was, Evangeline was never part of that group. Her so-called "impure" blood was constantly remarked upon by the elders in the family and most of the kids who wanted to kiss up to them. Her father, barely even there to look after her despite bringing to the Adamski's in the first place, said nothing about it.
  
  It didn't matter how much the brats tried to wear her down. Evangeline responded with a single smile so often that it stuck on her face before refocusing on her training, but it was clear early on she had a certain way with people. Maybe it was the way she easily provoked the brats and the elders, but Evangeline could get them to blurt anything she desired with a little push and pull. Obviously someone higher up saw an opportunity, especially with her mixed blood appearance, and she was assigned small recon tasks that eventually escalated into her current role as an Avancini infiltrator.
  
  Harrassers turned into kissasses overnight. Evangeline played nice, but she made sure they watched their backs every second. After all, it would be an occupational accident if they got "accidentally" killed by the Avancini. Not that she's done so, but... who would miss them?
  
  The sudden rush of respect wasn't mutual among the family though. Elders began raising concerns surrounding her loyalties, especially since she practically blended in like a natural member of the Avancini. With the increasing tension, the suspicions around her intensified. With suspicions come mistrust, and in Adamski, mistrust means death.
  
  It's okay. They were never the people she was trying to impress in the first place; just NPCs in her main character world.

  
  
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  • HERSELF

    Evangeline has goals. She'll do whatever it takes to achieve them and has sold her pride and dignity to make baby steps to do so. She doesn't really have any thoughts about her actions and words. It's all a means to an end anyways. All that matters is how others perceive her. After all, when a person dies, all that's left is their reputation. Some of the bits and pieces (read: rumors) she's heard about her include: being an Adamski spy for the Avancinis (the irony), an alcoholic who sleeps with anyone (lead to lots of unwanted advances), an orphan/adopted child, and is often underestimated as a helpless damsel in distress because of her baby face.

    
    

    
    
    

    FAMILY

    After being brought to the Adamski family, her relationship with her parents faded into obscurity. Her father, Aleksy Nowak, left her to fend for herself as if he was ashamed of his own daughter. Although he exists, the two never talk. As far as Evangeline knows, her father doesn't care about her and is neutral. They're nothing more than associates of the same criminal family at this point. Her mother's opinion is unknown as Evangeline has never been back to visit.

    
    

    
    
    

    ADAMSKIS

    Generally, Evangeline is disliked. Impure blood, always with a smile on her face, and given an incredibly important mission despite all this, it's clear why. Elders and those with the same outdated ideology as them far outweigh the amount of people who actually like her, but those who do know she's as loyal as they come and incredibly vital to the operation of the Adamski family.

    
    

    
    
    

    AVANCINIS

    Evangeline keeps a relatively low profile but has been noted as a competent member. Also regarded as one of the more secretive members, she disappears for unspecified amounts of times but can always be found again. She tries to avoid interacting with leadership but can always find someone reliable who has loose lips and listen to them, making her seem like a great person to rant to by the other members.

    
    
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  “Be careful. The devil bears a pretty face.”
  
  And pretty it is. For his porcelain skin glistens within the heat of rage, becomes a vibrant canvas of blood splatters & scathing sweat. His eyes- calculative- perceptive, are haunted when illuminated, recounting stories from a past never spoken of. His nose prominent- aquiline, flares exasperatingly upon his most frustrated moments. And of course, ingests at his lowest. His brows sit atop his visage indifferently, lackadaisically, with little movement. For there remains a great deal of difficulty when attempting to read a stare as hollow as his own. His body basks in the attention of iridescent lights, elegant in gait and looming in figure, the kind of approach that would make you want to move & make way. Majestic, like a lion. All the while mischievous lips curling into a smirk. It’s true what they say y’know, the devil is, in his entirety, dangerously seductive.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  “How empty everything is.”
  
  As a child, Jin had been quite the opposite of man he is today- an obedient little thing, friendly and well-mannered- someone he’d sincerely hoped his parents would welcome with open arms, would adore with loving eyes. Yet every award, every A+ was met with curt dismissal, a sympathetic pat on the head from colleagues bearing witness. They knew. They watched as his small, beaming frame would deflate, head hanging low in defeat or rather, to quickly conceal the tears that threatened to spill. What would it take? The young Jinhai often asked, glassy eyes glaring at a star spangled ceiling. What would it take for them to love me?
  That’s all he’d ever wanted. To love and to be loved. That’s all anyone ever truly wants. But it was in those moments, that they appeared as if they were right in front of him, and yet, galaxies away. It was in those moments that he realized they didn’t love him and that they never quite would.
  
  Family holidays and summers spent apart had made him indignant- frustrated at his negligent parents but more so, at himself. For he seemed to ruin everything he touched, the very makings of a reverse Midas. His evidence? Why he’d practically shattered a promising marriage long before he could even speak. His best record yet, to put it brashly. He often thought himself a monster. A monster that would do anything to protect the only family that mattered to him, a monster that despite often being overlooked, bore gifts that would later prove fruitful. It was evident that at the end of the day, he was no monster, but a boy. Just a lonely boy.
  
  It was soon that his childlike hopes had grown into blatant anguish, further into rebellion. For what had once been the sweet & humorous child, had since become the very thing they’d called him. A destroyer. Destroying others, destroying himself. Why, no one was safe from the wrath of Ahn Jinhai. Much like the devil, he was dangerously intoxicating, alluring as he constantly sought after childhood solace in drink or laying in between the sheets. Anything to fill the void that his past had left behind. His reckless behavior- though exciting, was ultimately beyond irresponsible, leaving him near death on far too many occasions. And his ceaseless search for distraction, for instant gratitude, often left him just as empty as he was to begin with. It was a vicious cycle, his life. Torturing and then becoming the very victim to be tortured.
  
  However, despite his inward villainy, there are moments in time where Jin catches glimpses of the young boy he’d once been, times where he’d peer carefully into the mirror and catch jinny staring right back at him. Innocent doe eyes having now become icy, tanned skin sickly paled and a toothy smile returned with absolute & complete lifelessness. It was as if he were a dead man walking.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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❝ Gloria Goldie. ❞

Face Claim: Jasmine Chiswell​

❝ cursory information. ❞

【real name】— Lori Grace Hathaway

【nickname(s)】— Gloria Goldie, Lor
【gender】— female
【age】— 36
【sexuality】— heterosexual... but open-minded
【ethnicity】— Caucasian
【family】— the Avancini

❝ background. ❞

Gloria's claim to fame began when a photographer discovered two photogenic sisters of the Hathaway family. The photographer asked the two young adults to take part in the city's upcoming beauty pageant, to which they happily agreed. Initially, they were ecstatic at the chance and wished each other luck. For the siblings, taking part in a beauty pageant was something that sounded impossible for them to take part in; a dream and nothing more.

Unfortunately, things soured between the two when the press released pictures of the contestants. The Hathaway sisters caught the eyes of many; including their parents. The normally absent parents were suddenly interested in their daughters, especially to who would rank higher than the other. Though never spoken directly, the mother and father implied that the winner—who had a better chance of a famed career—would receive their familial love, and the other would be left behind. Inside the Hathaway family, what should have been a friendly competition became conflict.

Over the following days, Lori became distressed, fighting within herself on what to do. Her parents chattered about the future and how society wasn't kind to jobless, inadvertedly or not nudging her down a path of paranoia. After a bout of stress and panic, she threw on a scarf, sunglasses, and hat and left home for help. Namely, the Avancini family, the more open and accessable syndicate of the two.

The day after, Lori's sister suffered a sulfuric acid attack on the streets, suffering horrific burns to her face. Though the assailants were arrested and convicted, the damage was already done. She could not take part in the upcoming pageant and was considered unlucky and pitiful. Lori expressed great concern and wished for the pageant to be pushed back while she helped her sister recuperate. Their parents sent empty condolences and focused their attention on Lori. Leana never showed her face to the public after that, departing from her family out of despair and to a distant city. The beauty pageant resumed, and to nobody's surprise, Lori won.

Some reporters speculated that Lori was behind the acid attack, and that her concern was all a facade. They were promptly fired and labeled as nutcase conspiracy theorists.

Lori's fame only grew from there, and she was launched ito a successful modeling career. Soon after, she signed a film contract and took on the stage name "Gloria Goldie," and her talent agent landed her dozens of lead roles in critically acclaimed movies, organizing photoshoots and the like. Gloria became known as an icon of the beauty industry, and a rising star in film business. To the public, she's a marvelous woman who suffered from malicious rumors spurred by the jealous and rose above them. To the knowledgeable, she is jealous crook standing on an ivory tower of blood and deception.

While she soared in her parents' love and bathed in the limelight, Lori did not forget how the Avancinis helped. Not only did she repay her debt in money, but she offered a deal: a symbiotic relationship. Gloria, with her new fame and influence in the ivory towers, would "usher" politicians to endorse to look away from the Avancini and user her own resources to bolster the family to famed heights. All they had to do was establish her within their inner circle, allowing her to utilize their resources for her own public image. And what a job she's done with the opprtunity. Now, her reach is apparent in both the upper and lower echelons of society. With the cunningness she'd used to whisk away the competition of her past, Gloria established an information network comprising the lowest of the low: prostitutes, beggars, anybody nondescript and ready to accept a wad of cash. Gloria kept her promise with the Avancinis, who were the reason she won her current status.

Nestled in the seat of the Avancini's second-in-command and as a distinguished celebrity, it would seem like Gloria has found herself at the very height of her career. To ask for more would be plain greedy...

❝ relationships. ❞

【Mother】— keeping in touch

【Father】— keeping in touch
【Sister】— estranged
【Duane Stuyvesant】— her talent agent; aware of her crimes and constantly stressed out
【TBA】— TBA

❝ reputation. ❞

Gloria is a woman whose wide fame speaks for herself. Her charm combined with acting capability has awarded her titles as a beauty icon and rising actress. The press exaggerates and paints her as a perfect woman full of compassion and friendliness, while papers that criticise her are often kicked aside and drowned out. As with a celebrity like herself, there are swarms of rumors out there, and knowing which ones are true or not is near impossible. She meets countless of celebrities and politicians, though the press only catch her exchanging pleasantries with them. Some like to say that she takes them to bed in order to "persuade" their actions before leaving. One of the theories even accuse her of having connections to a notorious crime family, but who would believe smear campaigns like those?

Within the family, she's a mixed batch for some. She wormed her way into the family through a bribe, steadily ingraining herself into the second-in-command position without a need to rise through the ranks. But there is no denying her cunning or the integrity behind her promises. Gloria's become a building block for the family, whether its members like her or not.

❝ psyche. ❞

To the public, she is an affable woman who always smiles for the camera. Once she knows a name, no matter how small or insignificant, she's not the type to ever forget it. Gloria can make anyone feel like the most important person in the world; a trait responsible for an influx of harsh, scandalous rumors. None of which down her in the slightest, but amuse her instead. She bathes in the paparazzi and fame about her, viewing the photographers and journalists as something akin to pets. Outside, she remains cordial and appropriate; like another regular person.

But Gloria thrives in the double-life she leads, finding enjoyment in putting up farces over the fawning paparazzi. Around the Avancini, she acts almost the same, but with a more brash, arrogant air surrounding her. Like she expects everybody's respect. The kind, selfless Lori's become a marble statue at this point, having lost every bit of her original self to morph into the Gloria Goldie of today.

❝ visage. ❞

Standing at 5'4, Gloria maintains a slim physique and wavy, golden hair that falls down her nape. Her skin is clear of blemishes and doused in little makeup, courtesy of long, morning beauty routines. In public, she adorns herself in appealing dresses for the paparazzi to feast on. It's said between photographers that Gloria only has good sides; nobody has ever seen her without a smile.

&&— ❝ the high priestess. ❞​

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[blue-jay]

AZALEA (23)

daphne a. washington

heterosexual

cis woman (she/her)

the fool

"A SCORPION STUNG ITS HEAD, AN ILL-STARRED THING..."

PERSONALITY

Azalea's biggest strength is conversely her biggest weakness, making her a danger to others and to herself: she tells herself a mythology of herself--a mythology in which she is the heroine. She excuses and rationalizes the means of her heroism, including things most people would consider villainy. She sees herself as an agent of Nemesis, adjusting the scales of fate by any means necessary, the author of her own fate and the fates of those who hand her the pen. This sort of self-romanticization is common and even cute in children, but, in a woman as capable and calculating as Azalea, it is dangerous.

Azalea has vision, drive, and capability. She's constantly fantasizing about new things to accomplish, new ways to prove herself, and new ways to exercise the agency that she has. For the most part, she's certain that she has the potential to realize these fantasies, sometimes to a fault. She is intelligent and methodical, but can also use pathos in a way that most people wouldn't expect. Azalea's fiction of herself requires passion and emotion, and she's learned to bend them to her will. She is adept at affecting emotion, often tricking herself into truly feeling it on some level. She can turn up the charm if needed, playing the part of a girl worthy of endearment while also believing herself to be that girl. When she forges bonds that she believes to be strong, she will be loyal, friendly, and even loving. Azalea has always had a lot of love to give but not many people to give it to, so she holds on tight. What is a heroine without allies, after all? Generally speaking, Azalea is energetic, witty, and fun to talk to if you're not on her bad side. Her fantasy gives her a youthful allure, if not a certain intensity.

However, her fantasy has its downfalls. Azalea's story of herself doesn't always account for her weaknesses or the reality of the world, making her naive and presumptuous. This is especially a problem when she invests emotionally in her presumptions. A shattering of these ideas can lead Azalea to erratic emotions or catastrophization. Azalea's natural tendencies to want agency and to confuse agency with utter control can cause her to aim too high or push dangerous boundaries. Her obsession with revenge and vindication can and has clouded her judgment, pushing her to abandon certain morals or forget her limits. Azalea is adaptable, however, and will revise herself and her mythos as needed. She doesn't want to believe that she is a bad person. She needs to believe that she is correcting and purging something with what she does.

Virtues:
- ambitious/confident
- inquisitive/analytical
- persistent
- affectionate/charming
- imaginative/enthusiastic

Vices:
- self-righteous/has a tragic hero complex
- dramatic/quick to emotions
- naive/saccharine
- controlling
- cruelly vindictive

BIOGRAPHY

(TW: Drugs, mental illness, grooming)

Azalea, born Daphne Azalea Washington, was the daughter of lower-class parents living in the inner-city of Saint's Heights. Her father struggled to maintain a job due to his struggles with an undiagnosed and untreated mental illness. Her mother jumped around with jobs, dabbling in the business of drugs and prostitution under the nose of Azalea's father. Despite any efforts, psychiatric care that was somewhat affordable or accessible was never available, so Azalea grew up watching the father she loved dearly struggle and often be someone other than himself, never understanding quite what she was witnessing or why he was like that. There were many things she didn't understand: why she went without food some days, why her mother was constantly out of the house, why she never got Christmas gifts. As she got older, she learned through media and her limited trips to more affluent areas that it was about inequality. This realization planted a seed of indignation.

When Azalea was twelve, her mother began attempting to medicate her father with the drugs she obtained through her shady dealings. Azalea still doesn't know to this day if it was an act of love, providing her traumatized father moments of respite, or selfishness, giving the responsibility of his care over to addictive substances. Azalea watched as her mother gave him the drugs, lighting, injecting, pressing them to his lips, into his skin. She wondered: Is this what love looks like? When Azalea was fourteen, the cops raided her home. Azalea was too young to be in the loop of the legal specificities, but in the end Azalea's mother returned home and her father didn't. Her mother said: "Your daddy won't be coming back until you're 'bout my age." Young Azalea's world was shattered. A rain of grief watered that seed of indignation.

It budded in her high school years in the form of theft. It started with makeup. Azalea began taking the bus to the Sephora in the affluent downtown. She got looks and was followed, but was successful regardless. She stole lip glosses, eyeliners, and more. For the first time in her life, Azalea felt like she had agency. All the small things she had been denied were now in reach. She began sneaking into the Barnes and Noble, slipping books of all kinds into her bag, and became a reader. She felt a particular connection to confessional poets, the way they centered their pain, wrote themselves as tragic heroes, and became oracles of their own doom. She quickly became addicted to stealing and began selling her acquisitions for profit.

When Azalea was sixteen, she tried to pickpocket off of the wrong man on the street one night. He looked like a regular guy, but little did Azalea know that she had snatched the wallet of the patriarch of a small (but powerful in its own right) crime family, the Lorenzos. His goons, whom she hadn't even seen lurking around him, had her pinned down in seconds. Mr. Lorenzo ordered her to be killed, but stopped after Azalea put up a fight, nearly biting off the finger of one of the goons. Impressed, he took her in as his mistress. At first, Azalea was terrified, and she continued to be for the most part. But her seed of indignation bloomed into something poisonous when she saw the opportunities that being related to Lorenzo opened up for her. She could have nearly anything she wanted. She had a million ways to get revenge on them all--the police, the politicians, the white-collars who turned a blind eye to the struggling, helpless innocents: people like her father.

In fact, Mr. Lorenzo reminded Azalea of her father. He looked nothing like him, but he had strange habits and said strange things. He flinched if Azalea kissed him too fast. He had erratic emotions and delusions. Azalea did what she knew to do: she enticed him to partake in the substances that he dealt. She did it because she cared, but also knew in her own sad way that it would be his ruination. However, her love for him only extended so far. She knew being a mistress limited her agency. She knew the Lorenzos didn't compare in power to the two most powerful families, the Avancinis and Adamskis. Lorenzo was no lover boy, anyway, prone to outbursts and violent episodes. After one particularly bad episode, she knew what to do. On Azalea's nineteenth birthday, after three years of her being his mistress, the Lorenzo patriarch died of something: a poison. It wasn't your typical overdose. The substance found in his bloodstream was custom-made. It was personal--poetic even.

Azalea walked away with a lot of money taken from the Lorenzo vaults. Her enthusiasm, however, was her downfall. Azalea bragged too much, trying to boost her reputation and raise her chances of getting taken it by a better crime family, and she was found out by the police. Azalea's list of offenses was long, but she had a way of telling the story in court. She gave a confessional rather than a testimony, lying and telling her truth at the same time. The judge was captivated by her way of weaving herself into a tragic heroine. Azalea pleaded guilty only on a few of her charges and got only four years in prison, a feat that added to the buzz around her name in the crime world.

It was here that her seed of indignation bloomed fully into an azalea, poisonous and deceptively beautiful, and the woman officially took on her middle name. Azalea found herself in the good graces of the Avancini family after her release, joined their ranks, and is excited to prove herself. She also plans on pursuing her personal goal of grand revenge on the world in the meantime. Whatever that may look like, only time will tell.

BASICS + DETAILS

FULL NAME: daphne azalea washington
NICKNAMES: known by her middle name, azalea. the usage comes from the act that established her in the crime world. someone who is close to her or is trying to tease her will call her daphne.
FAMILY: avancini
ETHNICITY: african-american

LIKES: poetry, flowers, having money, stealing, being admired, emotionally vulnerable men (or people in general), art, experimenting with poisonous substances, over-sweetened coffee
DISLIKES: not having agency, the general public, police, mental health stigma, batman, being doubted, the way coffee actually tastes

REPUTATION: azalea is very new in the world of crime. although being lorenzo's mistress and then killing him has generated some buzz around her capabilities, she is still a little fish in the bigger picture. what is said about her is that she's unhinged, ambitious, and good with poisons: a dangerous trinity.

HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 130 lbs
FACECLAIM: melinda melrose

EXTRA

STYLE-BOARD

PLAYLIST:
- "l'inverno" by vivaldi
- "pockets bigger" by flo milli
- "perfect" by mannequin pussy
- "sobriety" by sza
- "army of me" by björk

TRIVIA:
- azalea is surprisingly well-read from all the books she's stolen
- azalea loves hugs, both from friends and partners
- azalea learned about poisons mostly through youtube videos
- azalea often buys flowers for herself to set in her room
- her favorite classical figure is electra
- titles her custom-made poisons after poems, novels, pieces of art, etc.
- still has a toy car collection that was her father's when he was a kid
- hasn't spoken to her mom in years
- favorite color is green

© pasta

 

[idiot]

* val mendez

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  unknown
  

  * alias

  valentino 'val' mendez
  

  * nickname

  the persecutor
  

  * p.o.b.

  saint's heights
  

  * age

  twenty-eight
  

  * ethnicity

  hispanic
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  #capricorn

  
  
  
  
  

  #bisexual

  
  
  
  
  

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  * body

  solid and imposing, val is just shy of 6'2 with muscle laced around his bulky build.
  

  * hair

  kept short for convenience, val's jet-black hair is faded on the sides with the top often gelled.
  

  * dist. features

  apart from the large scar above his right ear, val has a scar that knicks his left brow while other scars litter his body. val has an expansive burn encompassing his back. his knuckles are often bruised and split open.
  

  * modifications

  val's body is quite inked, with tattoos covering the expanse of his torso, back, neck, right thigh and both arms. each has its own meaning which he isn't willing to share.
  

  * style

  often outfitted in black and muted, dark colours, val prefers to cover most of his body. usually wearing turtle necks, combat pants, boots and anything that screams special-force agent on leave. harnesses and holsters are usually attached under his coats for his equipment.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  #bladed weaponry

  
  
  
  

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  a deeply troubled and flawed soul — only remnants remain of the man he once was. hints of his once charming and well-meaning self show themselves in small doses, as though a crack through his impenetrable surface. yet, he shows his reserved, secretive and tough exterior in spades. an attempt to know val leads to paranoia and often aggression which presents itself in violence. he has spent too long repressing everything for someone to try to tear it away. coupled with his abrasive and hot-tempered nature, it is clear the man has a short fuse.
  
  some would describe the man as broken, having faced death head-on and coming out on the other end. while scarred and left with a disposition to nihilism and a melancholic outlook on life, he is wise and philosophical. if only he wasn't so damn dogmatic and shortsighted, val could really make some impactful change in the way the world ran — or at the very least his own life. he has a feel for the human condition, being quite observant and alert, val is able to find what makes people tick. most who have had the unfortunate chance of meeting him (chained to a chair) would say he is quite persuasive.
  
  val is loyal to a fault and often too obedient to his superiors. while he won't question their motives directly, val is a deep-thinker and will often mull on the questions in his own time. deep-thinking may not accurately explain it though, val is stuck in his own head most of the time and often feels trapped. he overthinks most things and will tear himself apart, seemingly resentful for the actions he commits.
  
  he is highly dependable, capable and hardworking with a sense of passion or zealousness for his "craft". bordering on obsessive, it is unclear if the craft of torture and interrogation are cathartic to val or out of necessity to appease others. in fact, val is unsure how much he is in control of both himself and his actions, feeling a sense of learned hopelessness.
  
  without sounding too cliche, below the surface, there is a softer, vulnerable and unrefined side to val. something that was only shown to those in his previous life, it is unclear if anyone else will ever get that chance.
  
  

  * ailments

  major depressive disorder, abuses alcohol and mild insomnia.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  kill you? oh, there are worse things than death amigo.

  
  

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  * history

  our story begins with a defeated man on his knees. in his trembling hand was a revolver, flush under his chin and finger on the trigger. the man had been pummelled with tragedy, lost everything that was dear to him and thrown to the wolves. how? well, that was a story for another time, or I suppose another life.
  
  if it wasn't for the figure that stepped from the shadows and offered him another chance at life — our story would have ended there.
  
  one can trace back the origins, or rather the birth, of valentino mendez to that singular moment four years ago.
  
  val has been a part of the avancini family ever since and proven not only his loyalty but his worth. torture, interrogation, extortion, property damage — you name it, val has most likely done it.
  
  he quickly rose through the ranks and it wasn't long before he was anointed as a captain for the family by the previous avancini boss. in fact, it seemed that val had some undying loyalty for the previous boss, as though he owed them his life — maybe he did?
  
  then the adamski's youngest child came along and threw val's fragile ecosystem on its head.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  known around saint's heights as 'the prosecutor', val is revered as someone you don't want to cross paths with. people often meet him chained to a chair in a dingy warehouse while his fingers dance across his various tools which are proven to loosen anyone's lips. surprisingly, he hasn't ever killed anyone or rather rumours say. though most who end up in that chair usually wish they were because when finally set free, they are never the same — physically or mentally.
  
  

  * extras

  
  * owns a rescued greyhound named luca
  * if anything happened to luca he might snap — well snap more
  * has an expansive knife collection
  * fluent in spanish
  * names his knives
  * has philosophical debates with his victims
  * was once heavily religious
  * he resides in an apartment in the industrial part of town
  * has a chain with a gold ring tucked away around his neck
  * never skips leg day
  * definitely was an athlete in high school
  * his punching bag is falling apart from constant use
  * no one has ever set foot in his apartment
  * is vegetarian and doesn't take kindly to any animal abuse
  * don't ask him why he is vegetarian unless you want a broken nose
  * feels uncomfortable around children and avoids them if possible
  * seems he has studied something medicine-related but won't admit it
  * loves listening to the sound of a car's engine
  * records of his old life have been scrubbed by someone
  * will open the car door for you
  * owns a cabin in the middle of nowhere
  * always has a spare car battery in his car for interrogation reasons
  * any alcohol is good alcohol
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[qunqun]

basics

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  Julien Auguste Cortes Martin

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Jules, Julie

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Spanish-French (White European)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Gay.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Timothy Hughes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Description

  
  

  Julien is a very tall and muscular figure, very imposing to look at. He has shoulder length, dark curly hair with a white patch in it, and piercing icy eyes. Moreover, he appears to have been handsome at one point in his life, but there are long scars on the right side of his face that marr his attractive qualities. He's white, but with a light tan, and has a bit of a beard. He also is usually carrying some kind of weapon on him.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Cancer Sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising, Pisces Mercury, Virgo Venus, Leo Mars

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  description

  
  

  Julien is a quiet, secretive type. He doesn't really enjoy saying much, not to his victims, not to his peers, not to his employers. He remains stone faced throughout his kills and his beatings, showing no emotion. A professional, he's very quick and to the point. Unless someone asks him to prolong his victim's suffering, he will usually end them off painlessly and swiftly. Humanely. This is the one kindness that he shows, though, while on the job. He doesn't take pleasure from his victim's suffering, but he doesn't show them mercy. He's professional, after all, and once he gets a target, he will pursue them ruthlessly until the job is done.
  
  However, catch him off the job, and you'll find a much more soft-spoken nature to him. While he's always rather dangerous of a fellow to be around, he can be amicable and is generally a good listener to those that want to talk to him. His demons plague him at every step, but for the most part, if you're not one of his targets, he will remain fairly neutral and oddly polite and pleasant.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Not much is known about Julien's childhood, after all, he's not really the sharing type. What can be surmised though was that he got his start in Paris France, working as a low-level thug when he was terrifyingly young. He was a fighter in a club, one that specialized in children and adolescents who would allow wealthy businessmen with a sadistic streak watch children fighting like dogs. Similarly unknown is why exactly he came to America as soon as he was legally allowed to immigrate as an independent, though it is noted that he was taken under wing by the Avanicis pretty soon and honed his fighting skills. His younger years, his youth, teenager years, and young adulthood, were marked with a deep lust for violence, but quite frankly, as he's gotten deeper into his twenties, he's been mellowing out into the consumate professional that he is today. He no longer takes pleasure in what he does, but he doesn't know anything else outside of killing and fighting.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Julien is a terrifying and looming figure as the main enforcer within the Avancini clan. The punishment that awaits people if they cross them. His reputation is one where he is holding a deep bloodlust and a craving for violence. An attack dog pulling at its leash that its owner has a very strong hold of. There are many that want vengeance for their loved ones, but few that actually have the courage to make an attempt on his life, or else awaken the beast dormant inside.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

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  Augusta Szymon Adamski

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  August

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Twenty-two

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Genderfluid male (he/they)

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Homosexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  Polish

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  family

  
  

  Adamski

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Lover

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  August keeps his hair long, but always cuts it before it gets past his shoulders. He's never dyed it before, but it's something he's always thought about doing.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  August plans to get piercings and tattoos when he finds the courage to commit to something, but he doesn't have any as of yet. He's got a scar from a gunshot wound in his abdomen which still causes him grief, even though it happened about a year ago now.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  August is very lean and quite tall. They're instantly recognizable from behind due to their lanky stature - something they've always been a little self-conscious about. They're not very muscular; more skinny than anything else; however, they’ve got a small amount of very lean muscle. Contrary to what people might think based on his stature, August is actually a pretty talented fighter. He’s not strong, but he’s flexible and agile, and smart enough to be strategic.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  His wardrobe - August loves fashion, and definitely loves to play around with gender stereotypes. They love skirts and crop tops, but they can often be seen in a hoodie and jeans too; varied in style but always puts a lot of thought into their outfits.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  6'1

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  74kg

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Green

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Erin Mommsen

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  August is something of an enigma, as his personality doesn't exactly match his upbringing nor his current environment. Those who know August know him as something of a bright light, or a ray of sunshine. Always with a positive attitude, August certainly doesn't let much bring them down. Perhaps it was the love he received from his parents that made him 'soft', or perhaps he was always bound to be that way.
  
  But make no mistake, August is only soft in comparison to other members of the Adamski family. Compared to the average human being, August is anything but.
  
  They're a good fighter - something that always surprises both opponents and allies. August is smart, both academically and strategically. He can see when a fight is going to go south, and isn't afraid to speak up when such a situation arises. Maybe it's because of the privilege he's grown up with that he feels comfortable enough to do this, but he knows when he's right. Others have called him cocky, maybe even arrogant... They'd also be right. However, it's not sheer arrogance which causes August's actions; they seek approval from and wish to impress almost everyone around them, and certainly those that they respect or care for. It keeps him up at night, wondering whether he's liked or respected or thought to be good. August is a quick thinker, and can easily make decisions in the heat of the moment.
  
  Still, the life of an Adamski family soldier isn't completely suited to August. A large part of him is desperate to se what else is out there; what else he could become without death looming around every corner. As grateful as they are for they way they've grown up and the luxuries they've been granted, August is afraid. They know that their death will likely come at the hands of a rival family if they stay in their current position. August would never say anything to their parents about this - he has a tendency to keep secrets - but the older he gets, the more he wonders if a more peaceful life is waiting for him.
  
  It's likely that August's flirting was what initially got them involved with the Avancini lover. August can never resist cracking a joke, making a suggestive comment. Sometimes it works out - other times, they hit on the wrong person and end up being caught in a fight which they practically always win. August, as intelligent as they are, struggles to fight temptation. Often they'll get carried away, do something they shouldn't do out of sheer curiosity, and maybe a little bit of rebellion.

  
  
  
  
  

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  August is known as something of the Adamski 'problem child' around the city, even if the title is pretty inaccurate. It comes as a result of the fact that August is often out and about on their own - eating in a McDonald's, going clubbing, reading a book in a park. He's also known, more among the gangs and other crime families around, for being quite intelligent but overwhelmingly arrogant. Although this has been blown a little out of proportion, August can admit that his reputation does have some truth to it.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  life of august

  
  

  
  

  As far as most people are concerned, August's life has been an easy one. Cared for since he was a child, accepted no matter what by his family and showered with lavish gifts and luxuriousness that most people only dream of, it's clear that August has grown up without a care in the world. Despite his reputation, it seems that August is not rebellious enough to garner any kind of punishment or response from his parents, who treat him like God's gift. And really, even if August sneaks out every now and then - presumably to go out to parties, as that's where he's always seen - what's the harm? He's loyal to his family and is a good fighter, although he tends to weirdly defensive if anyone mentions his wound...

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  ✯ has been known to wear makeup before, on rare occasions
  ✯ hates soup with a passion
  ✯ loves rom-coms, definitely a hopeless romantic
  ✯ very interested in reptiles, particularly snakes
  ✯ prefers summer to winter/colder seasons
  ✯ enjoys classical music
  ✯ tends to react very strongly when they disagree with someone; they have a 'loud face' when it comes to opinions
  ✯ their bedroom is surprisingly disorganised and messy
  ✯ sometimes talks to himself during physical fights
  ✯ his hands shake when he’s nervous
  ✯ will blast music and dance to it in his bedroom and ignore any and all knocks on the door
  ✯ knows a bunch of random facts purely from reading a lot of books
  ✯ speaks english, polish and french; he only speaks french because he likes the language
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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m.a.d

molly ann devereaux

the tower

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  molly ann devereaux

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  twenty one

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cis female

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  pansexual; panromantic

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  family

  
  

  avancini

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity

  
  

  polish - american / russian

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

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  molly, a petite woman, is only around 5 foot 2 inches when standing straight up, though she wears a lot of combat boots with higher heels that may make people think otherwise or that she is taller than she actually is.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  molly’s hair is actually a natural beige blonde, up until a few years ago she began dying her hair her black, she says it’s to match her personality.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  born a blonde haired blue eyed baby, what some would refer to as a toe head, molly’s eyes are the deepest of blues, like waves crashing into a dark, jagged coast.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  self-critical

  
  
  
  
  

  witty

  
  
  
  
  

  canny

  
  
  
  
  

  reserved

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  known as the “bastard child” and like the daughter that was fed scraps, molly grew into someone that was reserved, starting in the adamski family she was treated poorly, like dirt. an abomination to the precious adamski name. with that came a lot of mental health issues, which in the end have gotten molly to where she is at today. a quiet and intelligent young woman, who in an instant can turn into a maniacal psychopath who’s only thirst quencher is violence. greedy of those whose lives she has taken, she has grown cold, calloused.
  an extremely blunt woman who has no shame in treating anyone like she was treated, who shows no mercy in anyone because she wasn’t shown it either, the very thing she begged for and the very thing that she knows would be her downfall, she will never let up. nonetheless, as much as she is absolutely bonkers, a trauma driven manic, she is extremely smart because of what she has been through. she has seen two sides, and knows how the adamski family works. and to this day, she vows herself to earn what she deserved in the first place, the luxury her siblings had and we’re handed to them on a silver spoon. her envy drives her into a security in greed and willpower, and she will stop at nothing to have whatever she wants, whenever she wants.
  since her arrival with the avancinis, molly has managed to keep her composure as long as nothing triggers her manic. she’s still extremely reserved and isn’t close to anyone by any means, but she has gotten to where she doesn’t drown her feelings in alcohol and drugs, feeding into the monster that the adamskis had created. though her childhood was essentially pissed on, molly finds herself in a better situation than she would have been in while living with the avancinis. she’s able to channel the overwhelming rage she has into art now, and often finds herself painting in her room with nobody else in it, just her and her paint brush.
  though it seems molly is just a manic depressive mess, she has a strong and witty sense of humor which oftentimes is too morbid for anyone she has been around, and sarcastic as she can be.
  make no mistake. while she is often times brutal and cold hearted to those who encounter here, the only real thing she feeds off of is validity. validity and acceptance into the world that had so harshly rejected her at first, the one thing she will always crave approval from her peers.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  grunge aesthetic
  punk rock music
  a sucker for her cats
  could watch mysteries all day

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  painting
  bottle collecting
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  diy clothes

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  aesthetics

  
  

  
  

  cigarettes, strong coffee, dark minimalist, bedroom full of crystals.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  conception and childhood

  
  

  
  
  
  

  molly’s story starts at birth. since her conception, she was doomed to a life where she had tarnished her family name, when her father found out that her mother was an avancini herself. seen as a threat to power, her father vanished her to the avancini when molly turned 13, and molly lived her life without her father. she knew of the luxury, the clothes, the cars, the shoes, and became so envious and so mad about her birthright, that it drove her to insanity. why didn’t her father want her? those words echoed in her head to a point of insanity. and her mother? her mother echoed her fathers words, it was molly’s fault that they were banished, that it was mollys fault that she would never see her father again.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  foolish teenage years

  
  

  
  
  
  

  during her adolescence, molly did everything she could to get back at her siblings. whether it be trashing their cars, burning their clothes, she would sneak out late at night so nobody could see her, and come back at the end of the night to sleep soundly in her bed. nobody knew that she was an adamski, that she was born into their blood and never told anyone, no one knew what her past would hold. a secret that was kept locked away as far away as possible, and never dug back up. as far as the avancini know, her mother died when she turned 16, and molly grew up as the regular teen.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  if i had a million dollars then i, i’d spend it all

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  if i could find that jaina, and that sacho that she’s found

  
  
  
  
  

  well i’d pop a cap in sacho and i’d slap her down

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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[jul]

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• aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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  marina banerjee

  
  
  
  

  marina banerjee

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  FULL NAME: Marina Banerjee.
  
  AGE: Twenty-four.
  
  GENDER: Female.
  
  SEXUALITY: Bisexual.
  
  ETHNICITY: Indian, Scottish, English, Chinese.
  
  FAMILY: Avancini.
  
  ROLE: The Fool.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  It's a wonder that almost two years after the judge announced his fateful verdict, almost two years after that marble-clad liminal space that resides in the courtroom sent yet another victim to the hungry, unforgiving maw of prison, Marina's eyes still seem to plead not guilty.
  
  With a sense of childlike fascination in every stolen glance, the gently upturned nose of a cherub, and uneven freckles spanning her cheeks and nose as though flung there by a careless infant, Marina has no trouble presenting herself as innocent. It would take Olympic-level mental gymnastics to envision her as embedded in, or even capable of, high-profile crime. But not even the most infectious of smiles can sway a jury shown convincing evidence, nor can a charmingly naïve demeanor erase the gut-wrenching testimony of a trusted friend.
  
  And an air of innocence does little to distract from the glimpses of chaos within. A lawless laugh and restless hands betray Marina's refusal to be contained, perhaps lending itself to dangerous unpredictability. Well-worn hiking boots and muddied sneakers suggest a fondness of nature and a distaste for cleanliness. Thick, dark waves besiege her oval face with wisps of hair bent on choosing some insubordinate, wayward path. Though tamed by gravity not too long ago, Marina's hair has kept to just beneath her ear ever since her initiation into the Avancini family — newly liberated but sometimes under the leisurely jurisdiction of a hat.
  
  On days spent outside it might be a simple visor or a knit beanie; on others, it's a bouffant cap. Gloves, too, rarely stay out of use for long — on some days wool; on others, latex. Because as strongly as Marina may prefer the former over the latter, a single stray hair or fingerprint can easily replace her long trench coats, brightly colored sweatshirts, and chiffon skirts with an all-too-familiar orange jumpsuit.
  
  And unfortunately, it's not a good look on her.
  
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  Rose-colored glasses come in countless varieties: some are heart-shaped and fringed with the shimmering gold of a hopeless romantic; some boast a cat-eye frame with a tortoiseshell print, like those of a quiet librarian with a riveting past; others are clouded, infuriatingly hazy, somehow resistant to the most potent of cleaning solutions — a hopeless barrier to the outside world and yet the only window.
  
  Such is the life of Marina Banerjee — a reckless venture into the anarchic murk we call reality, every move colored with blind optimism. She wears rose-colored glasses in the same way a chemist wears safety goggles, except the universe is her laboratory; her die-hard idealism and eagerness to find beauty in even the ugliest of souls shield her from the toxic, hazardous truth. But a laboratory is a breeding ground for undiscovered truths, and while Marina may rally her ideals around her like a pillow fort at the first hint of uncertainty, her insatiable curiosity just as quickly lures her away.
  
  And so she regards the world with starry-eyed wonder, as though every nook and cranny were worthy of close inspection and teeming with hidden miracles. With the heart of a dreamer and the drive of a detective in a children's novel, she embraces life with open arms and longs to uncover its secrets. Propelled by her inquisitive nature — and perhaps by a mild case of protagonist syndrome — Marina follows her free spirit like a loyal puppy, thirsting for purpose and adventure. There is always another cliff to leap from, another sun to fly too close to, another thrill to seek. After all, what use is a pair of safety goggles to one who never sets foot in the danger zone?
  
  But even danger zones have their limits, and through the fogginess of her vision, Marina fails to see the spike fields, the warning signs, the red flags. This next cliff is no brief drop-off; if she were only to look down, she would find a dizzying chasm, a precipice into the unknown far greater and more treacherous than she could have ever anticipated. Yet her determination and naïveté steer her gaze upward, to the vague promises of the future; earnestly, they beckon her forth — just one more step, they seem to whisper — only to send her plummeting to whatever twisted fate awaits her at the bottom.
  
  This is what she wanted, right? To be free? To discover? To belong somewhere, anywhere, even if that place is within an endless rabbit hole of crime with no hope of return?
  
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  For most of her life, Marina had been a stranger to both. Nights spent isolated at home under the pretense of studying, embarrassed texts sent to friends declining invitation after invitation, the quiet surrender of an unlocked phone to a prying mother — each moment of her upbringing rested in careful, tender hands: nurtured like an orphaned bird, sculpted like the finest pottery. No frivolous high school relationship, much less a quarrel with the law, would shatter that.
  
  But all parents must one day loosen whatever grip they have on their children's lives. It was two years ago when her mother most painfully wished, if only for a moment, that she hadn't.
  
  Connie Sullivan was bright-eyed, rambunctious, a mess of fiery red hair with a defiant nose. It was as though she couldn't step into a room without overwhelming it with color. And yet when Marina first invited her to dinner with her parents when they were both twenty-two, her mother's face instantly paled.
  
  Marina suddenly found herself wrestling with some of her greatest, most enduring fears — was I wrong about this? Is she not as accepting of me as I thought? Was she hoping, after all this time, that I would end up like her — normal?
  
  But something else entirely had penetrated her mother's mind. The sight of her daughter, visibly on edge as she stood next to her bold, vibrant lover, swept Elizabeth Banerjee nearly four decades into the past. Within moments, the cutting air of late November replaced the warm midsummer breeze of the present. In Marina's place, Elizabeth saw her younger sister, Ariel, a dark-haired girl on the cusp of adulthood with a fighting spirit and lofty dreams; in her partner's place, she saw Joanne, a brazen redhead — the very likeness of Connie Sullivan.
  
  It's a strange thing, really, how inseparable the present is from the past, how entangled we are in the affairs of the dead. Yet every attempt to unravel the ties that hold us together only serve to plunge us further into the sadistic labyrinth of time.
  
  So Elizabeth sought never to unravel them. Marina would never know of the mind-numbing nights Elizabeth spent looking after Ariel, the two sisters orphaned and left under the care of their grandmother when Elizabeth was ten and Ariel was two. She would never know of the pang in Elizabeth's chest when her grandmother was first diagnosed with Alzheimer's, or the steadily worsening dementia that by default placed Elizabeth in charge. She would never know of the Thanksgiving dinner her splintered family shared seven years after Elizabeth abandoned her sister to pursue a degree in physics, of the unruly ball of fire named Joanne that Ariel brought home with her, of the spine-chilling episode of paranoia that their grandmother delivered later that evening — screaming that Joanne was a witch, that she was not to be trusted — insisting that she leave their house and their family alone.
  
  She would never know how Ariel's body was found: cold and lifeless just three months later, garnished with blood, bruises, and gunshot wounds.
  
  That one November evening replayed itself almost obsessively, a hopelessly broken record that Elizabeth simply could not bear to throw away, as she trudged doggedly forward into the future. Perhaps it was love or perhaps it was prudence that wed her to a disciplined, devoted man that she met in a NASA conference at the age of thirty-two: Aditya Banerjee. Either way, he was a promise, a guarantee of predictability, a perfect father for the child she had always longed to have.
  
  And she knew, as Adit wept with her in the hospital upon receiving news of miscarriage after miscarriage, as he held her hand during each of her fertility shots, as he fled his office without a word and rushed to her when at last her water broke over a decade after they had first met — she knew that he was precisely what she needed. He was everything that Ariel never had.
  
  Thus Marina was born into a sheltered, loving world, tended to as one might tend to a glass-encased rose, propped up with stakes and watered with care. It will be different this time, Elizabeth vowed to herself as she gazed upon her newborn daughter's unknowing face. And so it was: painstakingly, fervently, she and Adit laid down every yellow brick by hand with such unyielding decisiveness that Marina knew no other path.
  
  But Marina was not a docile rose, nor was life The Wizard of Oz. She accepted early on that something heavy rested on her shoulders; textbooks, advanced programs, and solitude dominated her childhood. Somehow her parents expected her, depended on her, to welcome the weight they had bestowed upon her rather than be crushed by it.
  
  The law fascinated Marina, perhaps in part because as her mother so vividly recalls, Ariel had never hesitated to remind her family that she was going to become a lawyer one day. Marina hardly knew this, but she felt the pulls, the nudges, the determination of her mother to ignite a flame within her, like a high school chemistry student refusing to give up on lighting a Bunsen burner with a worn-out striker — grating against the flint repetitively, maddeningly, until at last there is a spark. And so Marina, dutifully ablaze with something resembling passion, went to college to study philosophy and forensic science with the very real hope of attending law school.
  
  But college is something of a lawless place, at least in comparison to Marina's life at home. It was here that she fell in love with Constance Sullivan.
  
  Well-versed in the arts of jewelry theft, lock picking, and subverting alarm systems, Connie coaxed Marina beyond the confines of the mold in which she had been cast, shattering the glass dome around her that had for so many years remained just barely intact. To one who had been taught to do little except suffocate, every crime Marina committed was like a long-awaited breath of air.
  
  And yet it was Connie who took that very breath away. After graduating, both took a gap year; Marina found a job in a forensics lab, while Connie sought work in a hospital. After learning of Marina's exposure to local police officers, the two devised a plan to frame one particular policeman — one who had, as the public knew all too well, gotten away with far too much — for a massive jewelry theft. And if not for a beggar on the street late at night, to whom Connie made the reckless mistake of giving a freshly stolen necklace, they may very well have succeeded.
  
  Instead, Marina found herself blinded by the harrowing white lights of a Saint's Heights courtroom at the age of twenty-two, weaker and more vulnerable than she had ever been. Newly convicted, Connie had accepted the police's offer of a shorter sentence — leaving Marina to burn at the stake.
  
  So Marina exchanged one prison for another, the warm hand of a mother for the iron fist of the law. But even an iron fist cannot forestall the budding of the truest of friendships. Life behind bars would surely have been intolerable for Marina had she not encountered a somewhat older woman who admired the resilience of her spirit, who noticed her quickness and willingness to learn, who saw in her the kind of potential that her parents had tried to warp into something of their own. Before Marina's discharge two years later, the woman insisted that she memorize a phone number.
  
  Only after Marina observed the shame, the disappointment in the eyes of her parents following her release — only after she began to drown in their sinister silence did she finally decide to dial the number.
  
  From that moment, Marina was whisked away into the realm of the Avancinis, trading what shreds remained of her loyalty to her parents' desires for the addictive taste of freedom and belonging, thus finding her place among not only society's outcasts but also its puppeteers. And perhaps she had gone too far, she reflected as she arranged bits of fabricated evidence across a murder scene in order to prove her worth to the family, soon to send a supposedly wicked man to prison for life. Perhaps this is not what she had in mind when she dreamt of a rich, meaningful future.
  
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[mother of sorrows]

𝘉𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘐𝘛𝘖.
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙏.


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Age: 26
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Japanese, Taiwanese
Family: Adamski

Faceclaim: Takeshi Kaneshiro
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  Full Name: Bora Choi
  
  Nickname: Bobo
  
  Age : 24
  
  Nationality : American
  
  Ethnicity : Korean
  
  Role : The Sun
  
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  To gaze into the face of Choi Bora is to peer into the sun itself. Strikingly radiant, her smile may be the one thing that makes a dreary day all better, a comfort to many. As if a warm embrace was a person. Her eyes, often crinkling at the corners, are an accessory to bejewelled expressions, an old friend of infectious laughter. Her visage- although rather delicate, hones the dangerous ability to brew storms, break into fits anguish, devour into flames of rage. Why, she was always one to wear her heart upon her sleeve.
  
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  "Her love was like lavender, delicate and melancholy."- Laura Chouette
  
  Akin to rays of sunshine, Bora is a gentle reminder of the rare purities discovered in life. For, no matter how cruel or unjust, it is believed that there is always a reason to smile, to rejoice. A vibrant thing, the brunette often relies upon the kindness of herself and others to traipse through the days- naive, given that very few people are truthfully and undeniably, selfless. And yet she’s hopeful nonetheless, an optimist, the kind of person that often provides the benefit of the doubt- a clean slate and a new beginning. For she of all people is capable of understanding how haunting memories can be, how trauma can eat you up and spit you out like vermin, how it can turn you into a monster. She’s seen it with her own two eyes. It’s the very reason why believes that there’s always some good in everybody.
  
  However, with this mentality often comes the consequences of gullibility- swift in relinquishing her guard and trusting with open arms. No, with this mentality she’s been fooled many atime, proven wrong and yet still, like a bull she refuses to bow down from her claim.
  
  A lover of love, Bora is one to extend her graces to well, almost everybody. Growing up in a place where her family was held to high esteem, one can do very little to judge. And so she proceeds to loves her affiliates deeply, cherishes even their coldest of days or darkest of secrets- whatever it may be, she’d since made a vow to support them arm in arm and hand in hand. Only, it’s a wonder if they’d ever do the same.
  For at the end of the day, even the brightest of eyes may dull, become muddied in sorrow. And since having acquired a sort of niche toxic positivity, there’s rarely a time in which Bora honestly reveals the troubles that wound her heart, rarely a time where her tears are more than superficial, more than just trivial. In the end it appears that sometimes, she often subdues her pain for the mere sake of happiness- for what good has ever come from misery?
  
  
  
  
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