Realistic or Modern 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙔𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘼 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴

[mother of sorrows]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓.
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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:
Nickname: (if applicable)
Age: (20+)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Ethnicity:
Family:
Role:

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!)
Extra:
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 use a lot of words to describe Emilio.

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.

 

[miyabi]

placeholder for ze world.

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.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Twenty-two

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Homosexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Polish

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Adamski

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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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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  Green

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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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  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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  ✯ tends to leave the killing of people to other members of his family - he can mortally wound someone, but is hesitant to kill
  ✯ 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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  Julien Auguste Cortes Martin

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Jules, Julie

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  26 years

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  June 30th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Spanish-French (White European)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Gay.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  He/Him. Male.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Extremely muscular, a mesomorph

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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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  birds, heights, france, cars, liars, cheats, abusers

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  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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❀ Full Name: Marley Foster.
❀ Nickname: Marles, Lee.
❀ Age: 22.
❀ Gender: Male.
❀ Sexuality: Soft Gay.
❀ Ethnicity: French-American.
❀ Family: Adamski.
❀ Role: Judgement.

❀ Appearance: Looking at him, one might assume he's a rather delicate guy. He's not very imposing, even when he straightens his shoulders, and the dark circles under his eyes contrast against his usually pallid pale skin and leave him looking tired and not entirely well. The freckles all over his face add some life to him, and his medium-length warm brown curly hair helps convince people he's not actively dying. He has bangs that frame the left side of his face and brush against his thick eyelashes. When he's hot or not in the mood to have his hair in the way, he pulls it up into a messy bun, though pieces of his hair still hang down even if he tries to pull it all back. Not always does he look ill; there are several days, that sometimes last for months, where he looks much more like a healthy college student. If he has been experiencing an insomniatic episode or particularly stressful time in his life, or if he's sick with any number of illnesses, then his face shows just how much he's been struggling clearly. His green eyes are usually bright, though, and he always has a kind smile to offer to anyone who could use some cheering up.
⇢ Height: 5'8
⇢ Build: Scrawny, but not unhealthy. He's thin and has prominent wrist bones, ankle bones and knees. He's not very muscular but he has a fit body, thanks in large part to how much he walks and the diet he has. His shoulders aren't particularly wide and his limbs are lithe; his physique is not overly manly.
⇢ Hair: Naturally curly brown hair that falls just past his shoulders. Sometimes up in a bun or ponytail, but never braided or dressed up fancy. Well, a few chunks might be braided, but he'd only do that if he was bored or feeling stressed. Usually he pushes over to one side and runs his hands through it . . . a lot.
⇢ Eyes: Green. Light green, if you want to get fancy.
⇢ Clothing Style: His go-to style is comfy. He doesn't ever try to wear things to impress people, mostly because he doesn't have time and he doesn't think it's really worth it. He's often in long-sleeved sweaters and jackets with a t-shirt or collared shirt on underneath it, because he likes layers. Skinny jeans, straight-legged jeans or jogger sweatpants are often his pant of choice, but he'll wear shorts when it gets hot outside. He tends to prefer muted or soft colors, like golden yellows and sage greens and sky blues and creams, but he also enjoys simple patterns like stripes and checkered and not bam, in your face! floral print. He does own trendier clothes, like cool jackets and button-ups and expensive jeans. Wearing those is a different story, however. He always wears Converse or Vans, or some cheap slip-ons, with whatever outfit he has on. He also accessorizes rarely - the most he'll put on is a bracelet.
⇢ Scars: He has a straight vertical scar going from his jugular notch to the end of his ribcage, right in the middle of his chest. There's two horizontal scars underneath it from incisions. The scar is from the surgery he had when he was sixteen, and it has since faded. He also has a scar on the back of his left hand from when he got bit by a dog, though it's even more faded than his other major scar, since he got it when he was a child. He has several smaller scars on his hands/wrists from cuts from cat claws.
⇢ Modifications: He has his lobes pierced. Normally wears studs.

❀ Personality: Marley doesn't make sense in his family. He's the odd one out - the softie, the sweetie, the gentle soul. Always with a kind word to give someone, he enjoys making people laugh and smile, though he sometimes is shy and has a difficult time approaching strangers, getting flustered and embarrassed. Around people he knows, he is friendly and loves chatting and can occasionally be sarcastic and snappy. He's the self-sacrificing type, wanting to make sure that people are happy before he worries about himself. He rarely addresses his own emotional troubles and tells himself it's fine, he's fine, it's okay, he'll be okay, it's not a big deal, even if it really might be. He tries to look on the bright side of situations and often thinks "well, I could be dead instead," and he doesn't realize that that particular thought is not entirely optimistic. He's stubborn and if someone he cares about is hurting, he will not leave them alone until they let him help them. On the flip side of that, he is wary to let people get close to him, because he doesn't want them to leave him again. The death of his parents shook him to his core and he's not recovered from his loss quite yet. All in all, he's the Adamski's sweetheart, and no one understands why he is hanging out with all these broken and destructive people... even though he is also broken and (self-)destructive. It's simply that no one has noticed yet.

He doesn't enjoy negative feelings but has let one particular one fester inside of his brain. He's still bitter over the death of his parents, the death of his entire world, and he needs to avenge them. He knows he can use his reputation and pure, good boy, innocent persona to get close to his parents' killer and then slip them one of the poisons he's concocted. He's become just a bit manipulative because of this new goal, but he doesn't let it show and plans to commit the deed in secret. It's the main reason he's still in town, to be honest. If he didn't know that his parents' killer was in the same town he was in then he'd have left the moment they died.

❀ Likes:
◦ Animals + plants.
◦ Talking to friendly's
◦ Being happy and smiling
◦ Reading
◦ Citrus fruit + things high in vitamin C
◦ Playing games (card games and board games)
◦ Spooky things/some gore (fictional, or scary stories)
◦ Cooking and eating food
◦ Cute stuffed animals and clothes
◦ Writing on himself in marker.
◦ Country music.
❀ Dislikes:
◦ Beans, quinoa, olives, goose.
◦ Having cold hands + other peoples cold hands.
◦ Toe-socks.
◦ Pen clicking.
◦ Messy living arrangements.
◦ Lavender smell.
◦ Loud city noises + yelling.
◦ His own name (so girly) + how he looks (so sick and frail).
◦ People doubting his sincerity.
◦ People asking if he's okay.
◦ Being alone.


❀ Background:
When he was born, his heart was already broken. A congenital heart disease is not something that is easily overcome, and from a very young age it was obvious that Marley would have a difficult life. Fatigue, blue lips, breathlessness, frailty, weakness. It's a wonder he managed to make it through his first year of life. Of course, his parents were devoted to making sure he survived, and he grew up knowing just how much they sacrificed for him. Medical bills are not cheap. They become easier to handle when one is close with the boss of a major crime family.

He spent his early childhood in a small apartment, though his parents always wanted to move him away from the infectious air of the city. His parents doted on him and spoiled him with love and affection, and he never wondered about how much they cared about him. As a child, he did not know how his parents afforded all of his toys and stuffed animals and babysitters. He would not know, until he realized his friends were the children of criminals. He overheard the adults talking one day. He saw the blood on their hands. And he was not scared. He trusted them. He knew they would look out for him. He had no reason to be scared of them.

Due to his sickly disposition, he was kept home during his schooling. Teachers and tutors came to his apartment and taught him, and though he wanted to go to public school to learn with all of the other kids, his body, his heart, would not allow him to. It was annoying, and he disliked it greatly, but he was a studious boy and he did well during his educational instruction. His parents praised him and gave him rewards for getting good grades, and soon enough he started to become spoiled. If he cried over how unfair something was, his parents were quick to appease him. His chest hurt, and his parents immediately pulled him to safety. He was feeling ill and they let him stay in his room, with his toys and games and television.

Sometimes, his chest did not hurt that badly. Sometimes, he was not feeling as ill as he pretended to. His parents did not need to know that.

During his teenaged years, his heart condition worsened. He always lived a healthy lifestyle and was as active as he could be. None of that helped to improve the defective heart he had been born with. His heart caused him many problems: he was known to faint when he got too stressed and he could not participate in as many activities as his friends could. He was always ill with a cold or a sore throat or some such thing, and he had to take care to not get other sick, which means isolating himself from others. He hated his heart sincerely, and he desperately wanted a new one. He asked his parents to let him get a heart transplant when he was sixteen. They were wary to go through with the surgery, because they had heard of several complications that could develop, but Marley was their angel. After he had a particularly dangerous illness, which resulted in his heart further decaying, they agreed to the surgery.

The operation was successful. His parents had to do something risky and stupid in order to let him get the surgery, and he had to lie to the doctor who would be operating on him, but none of that mattered in the end. He had a new heart that would not make him so weak, so pathetic. He had a new heart that wouldn't end up killing him.

Life was good after that. He still got sick frequently, because his defective heart had caused his immune system to become compromised, but his sicknesses never took him down as harshly as they had before. He was able to go outside more often and he was able to be more active, without fear of fainting or becoming tired too quickly. He basically got a new lease on life, and at sixteen, he couldn't have been happier.

At eighteen, his heart broke again.

Physically, he was thriving. Mentally, he was crashing. Emotionally, he was shattered. His parents, murdered. What had they done to deserve it? Why had it happened? He could not understand it. The loss of his parents sent him spiraling into a depression that he was unable to climb out of. Anxiety, insomnia, nightmares, panic attacks. He had nothing without his parents. They were his entire world, all of his life. They took so much care of him and went through so much to make sure he lived the best life he could have. And then they were gone. His world was gone.

He eventually got therapy, but he has not been the same since his parents murder. They would have wanted him to continue living, though. He took time off from school to try to collect himself, and even though he was barely holding together, he continued on. And he kept continuing on. Because his parents would want him to live, to become whatever he wants to be, but he also knows that they would kill for him. So he will kill for them. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart, a life for a life.


❀ Reputation: The ill child. The sweetheart. The weakling. Many people involved in the crime life in town know Marley simply because he was the constantly sick child of the Adamski head's right-hand. Those outside of the family think he doesn't fit in with the crime life and some don't understand why he's still inside of it. The Adamski family knows him from his reputation; he's gentle and kind and an animal lover, and he's always polite to everyone he talks to. Could Marley kill someone? No one thinks so. Could he make it in the outside world? Yeah, everyone thinks he can. Why is he still part of the family? What's his end goal? Has he ever killed before? Is he a secret murderer with a perfectly innocent mask? Who one can say.

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- DOES know how to harm people and where to stab/shoot to kill, since he is part of the Adamski family. Also makes poisons and messes with chemicals, all in order to figure out the most deadly combination.
- College boy in third year of four year university. Going to go to vet school after he graduates.
- Lonely as hell at his parents' mansion house. He lets members of the Adamski family and his friends stay over whenever they want to so he's not as alone.
- Has two rabbits and three cats that he adores with his entire being.
- His house is literally FULL of plants but he makes sure to keep them out of his bunnies' and cats' reach.
- Often found at the library or anywhere where there are people.
- Still gets sick frequently. Often wears face mask when he hears about a disease in town. Also has insomnia some nights.
- Takes allergy medicine religiously. No severe allergies but he's allergic to nickel and pollen.
- Lowkey Christian but doesn't go to church.
- Takes vitamins to try to boost his immune system.
- Usually on some medicine to counter whatever illness he has at any given moment.
- Always has snacks on hand. Trail mix, granola, almonds, dried fruit or meat, raw vegetables, snack bars, sometimes candy.

❀ Relationships: Open!!

 

[ravensunset]

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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.

attire

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.

03.

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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miscellaneous

Extra

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.

Reputation

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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[lisbeth]

THE SINS OF THE FATHER

A

strid Houtz;

Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honour matters.

THE TOWER.

That day if our positions were switched... Would our fates be different? Would I have your life, and you mine?


FULL NAME: [REDACTED];

Astrid Houtz.

NICKNAMES: Not applicable.

AGE: Twenty-eight.

GENDER: Cisgender woman; she, her.

SEXUALITY: Inconsequential (Whether Astrid experiences genuine connections with anyone is indeed true. Although, she has negligible use for romantic or sexual endeavours, taking advantage of what she deems as weakness; she uses relationships as an opportunity to further her ascendancy in the criminal underworld, and towards her birth right, exploiting those credulous enough to believe she wants anything to do with them—nothing more, nothing less.)

ETHNICITY: Polish-American.

FAMILY: Astrid currently adheres to the Avancini.


There was nothing about her that was offensive and there was nothing about her that was attention seeking. It was as if her body functioned so well and silently that she barely even noticed it except that she needed it.


VISAGE: For all the abhorrence Astrid has towards the Adamski family, the singular attribute she may ever express her gratitude to her father for, is her appearance; now in her late twenties, Astrid resembles her father more than ever, which, of course, holds bittersweet irony; what others may depict as a morbid joke by the universe, Astrid sees it as a token of his sins. When the time comes for him to face retribution, who better to do it than a creation of his own making.

Astrid is aware of her attractive, elegant mien, and she’s proud of it—excessively so. Ensuring she maintains every aspect of herself, from head to toe, with equal care.

BUILD: She is an imposing 5’11” (180 cm)—though she may as well be 6’1” since she near exclusively wears heeled shoes—with a weight of 148 lbs (67 kg), she is rather lean, with a toned, hourglass shape. Her figure is one of eye-catching allure, and an extra weapon in her arsenal.

HAIR: Born a mousy brown colour, with age Astrid’s hair has gradually become dark brown; it’s usually straight with the ends curled, reaching her breasts.

EYES: Hazel with green flecks surrounding the iris, much like the eyes of her mother. Vigilant; always watching, heedful of everything and everyone in the room, never leaving fate in the hands of others’ character. Chance is a fine thing, after all.

SKIN: Fair skinned, easily tanned, with a pink hue across her cheeks and forehead; it lacks the wrinkles and creases one would assume a grim and pitiless life entails. Yet scars and bruises of old have all but faded, though they lay obscured beneath her clothes. Minimal body hair blankets Astrid’s seemingly porcelain skin as well, as several years ago, she received laser hair removal surgery.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: Seldom does she alter her body with superfluous decorations; Astrid revels in the authenticity of her looks. Although circled around her neck is a solitary, thin tattoo—tinted with black ink—of a crown of thorns, an insignia of the sacrifices she has made throughout her life to reach her contemporary affairs, though the ink is due for a freshening up.

FACE CLAIM: Crystal Reed.


And now,' said the unknown, 'farewell kindness, humanity, and gratitude! Farewell to all the feelings that expand the heart! I have been heaven's substitute to recompense the good—now the god of vengeance yields to me his power to punish the wicked!


PERSONALITY: The multifaceted superficiality of a first impression proposes Astrid as a poised woman, with a passion for grandeur and hedonism. Nothing disturbs the civility she honours strangers with, always jovial, her quick wit breaking the ice. For what it’s worth, she is capable of camaraderie, though it’s difficult to come by; she is not absent of compassion, and all things considered, has an aptitude for therapeutic discussion. And it is a role she fits surprisingly well.

However, you know what they say: there is more to such a character than meets the eye.

Time is a blessed passage for healing, notwithstanding, it has yet to blunt the fury in her heart; an oil tanker just waiting for an unwittingly dropped match to set her alight. Aggrieved for two decades and counting, hell has no fury like a woman scorned. Revenge is like a poison, it can effortlessly take someone over, and to dissect Astrid would certainly reveal her veins no longer carry blood but the blackness of acid. She is unequivocally distrustful; a zebra does not linger to see if the lion is gentle. Astrid is no different. She will cast someone aside before their dagger can leave its hilt—no forgiveness, no pity, no second chances. Mercy acts as a liberty to retaliation that one cannot afford to provide.

It takes one to know one; it goes without saying. Astrid does not expect to assert dominance through the solitary hand of benevolence; she’s had to pull a few strings to survive, broken a few spirits. With a cunning knowledge of what to say and how to say it, she can talk almost anyone into anything with a mere sultry grin.

Even so, locked in a derelict chest in the darkest, most tormented part of her mind, bound in chains forged out of violence, there remains a shard of the woman Astrid truthfully is; where she buries her secrets, the records and memories of her life left to moulder. Above all, if nothing else, she is her mother’s little girl.

Astrid Houtz is a disguise, an ingeniously intricate show to delude people into the conviction that she is anything, but the soul fragmented by her father all those years ago; the frightened, ruined child incapable of defending themselves or the wishes of their mother. She is not malevolent, nor without remorse. She is mindful of the misery she has induced. There is no solace in the pain of those undeserving, but it has all been for survival. Life sometimes needs a necessary evil, as she says. Her pursuit for a legion of power is not self-seeking, as many are led to think. Foremost is her need to protect others; to give people the security and well-being her family omitted from her life—shut out of her life. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t fight with her sorrows and the lies, they tell her. So far, it’s a losing battle.

There are more sleepless nights than Astrid cares to keep up with where the fear of incertitude paralyzes her entire body. She sees no light at the end of the tunnel, that the trail she has become accustomed to is not the one she wishes for, and after she has stridden across the bones of her family and claimed her throne there will simply be… nothing. Nothing except her thoughts.

But how does one accept any alternative purpose when their own flesh and blood tore away the course destined for them before they had the cognizance to understand what was happening.

They follow the only thing they know for real.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Poised, competent, penetrative, unwavering, empathetic, protective, ingenious, elegant.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Wrathful, guileful, scheming, hell-bent, unmerciful, self-righteous hypocritical, mistrustful.


Yet you say, ‘Why should not the son suffer for the iniquity of the father?’ When the son has done what is just and right, and has been careful to observe all my statutes, he shall surely live. The soul who sins shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be upon himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be upon himself.


BACKGROUND: How slight is truth, and how much is a lie of the woman named Astrid Houtz? Her story—a particular iteration for everybody who runs across her—is a web of lies strung so thickly even she does not know where it starts and finishes. Sentimentality runs thin when remembering yourself as the forsaken daughter of the Adamski family; she more so fancies the concept of herself as the child of affection and magnificence, one of gaiety and high life, it’s a tale greatly more charming to tell.

“Astrid was my mother’s name.”

Although the memories diminish over the time, the feeling of her mother’s love is a certainty she will indulge others in. Rancour for her father emanates from, if not because of the injustice of herself, the demise of her mother. A parent dying before their child is a grief nobody should endure, nevertheless, Astrid’s mother perished with credence her daughter was in safekeeping alongside the father. The vanity of a fool’s promise.

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

Once in a while life has a funny habit of throwing one a bone, a rueful apology for its ill-fated games. A second chance to prove one’s willpower for potential. Thereafter, a hand reached through the pit of Astrid’s life, and she tentatively clung to it. Perhaps the grace of the Avancini planted a seed of warmth inside the cracks of stone around Astrid’s heart. A fidelity to the previous Empress for their goodwill sprouting from it—an opportunity for reclamation.

For now, she plans on repaying her debt, albeit the Avancini are ultimately a means to an end. A steppingstone, a cog in the machine, a pawn in a game of chess. When the grim reaper comes knocking, she may just have to respond.

If there is a greater power, pray they are merciful, and have faith they will absolve you for your sins.

Astrid sure won’t.

© pasta

 

[AreSneksSly]

"Call me Chaos."​

• The Pretty Face
• The Basket Case
• Their Last Trace
• The Wild Card Ace

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  #c20d00
  Full Name: Nicola Emilio ‘Il Mostro’
  Age: 22
  Gender: Nonbinary, they/them pronouns
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  Ethnicity: Italian
  Family: Avancini
  Role: The Tower
  
  Appearance:
  
  A soft round face is marred by a deep scar over Nico’s left cheek, nestled under a tiny mole that hides at the edge of their eye. Freckles dot their body beside a collection of much lighter scars and cuts. Their hazel hair falls comfortably to their shoulders, silky locks turned thin and ratty from years of mistreatment. Beneath that untamed nest is a pair of dark brown eyes, turned down where it meets their nose and making them look sharp despite their near constant state of slightly high/drunk. Their nose is strongly set into their face with a slight bend around the middle, turning up at the end. Their looks lean more on the androgynous side, with their build being lean and packing some light muscle. 5ft7 with some light tan.
  
  Their ‘wardrobe’ so to speak is a blend of wildly mismatched explosions of colours to more muted, albeit still somewhat colourful clothes. Colour-matching is not in their vocabulary, and they frankly couldn’t give less of a shit about what they looked like even if they tried. They prefer masculine styled clothes over feminine ones, although they do occasionally bring out the softer colours from time to time. Simply put, Nicola just doesn’t try to dress up most of the time. They pop on anything that works and that’s good enough for them.
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  Personality:
  
  Loud, proud, and wild as all hell. Nicola is the type to cackle in the face of death, even welcoming it with open arms. They thrive on discord and violence, reveling in it with all their heart. They’re rarely seen frowning. But then again, they’re also rarely seen sober, so there’s probably a connection. The only time they seem even remotely calm is after the storm, at peace after the high of battle. Still, even then that peace doesn’t last long, with them bouncing back into manic quickly afterwards. As such, their ‘casual’ personality is just as extra as when they’re in the thick of battle, chatty and overly friendly with everyone almost immediately. They love invading people’s personal spaces, almost as much as they adore being the center of attention.
  
  Despite their extrovertedness with the folks around them, not much is known about Nicola themselves. They get distant when people try to pry and lowkey pissed off when others go meddling with their personal life (despite doing it themselves). They often come off as overeager and annoying to those who don’t have the patience to deal with their chaos. And lastly, they have rather self-destructive tendencies and a deep love for danger, see: substance abuse. They’re here for a good time, not a long time.
  
  [ … secrets :0 ]
  
  ...to everyone else. Inside, Nicola is just an angry and sad kiddo. They despise the Emperor for abandoning them, and seek to take revenge on their parent. Nico plans on taking the Adamski throne, starting with one of their former siblings. Nico is very prickly and nervous when they aren’t high, mistrustful of pretty much everyone. In a way, they’re like a wild animal when they’re sober; wild, scared, and WILL bite if provoked. Nick can be very high-strung when they aren’t doped out of their mind, trapped in their head and left with the screaming cacophony of their thoughts. They get twitchy and cold when someone gets acts all close with them. Y’know, like how they are with everyone.
  
  Nico, despite their chatty and honestly rather laid-back (in terms of goals) mask, is extremely driven to achieve their dream of overthrowing the Adamski family. They frankly don’t care if their takeover causes chaos in the streets, only focusing on making their ‘kin’ pay.
  
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  Background:
  
  Unlucky is what most would describe Nicola as in the past. A thin, reedy child that was never supposed to be born. A stain upon The Emperor’s perfect record. Having been the result of an affair, Nico wasn’t even the bottom step in the Adamski hierarchy. They were the dirt, the filth and the shit the ladder was dug into, and such was treated as so. The Adamski’s home was not theirs to live in, no, they were left in the streets outside. Abandoned by both their parents, they had to spill blood for scraps, lose teeth for a place to sleep.
  
  Nicola was the epitome of the street rat. And if it weren’t for the Rinaldis, they likely would’ve rot in those streets.
  
  A lone figure was shivering beside a dumpster. Nico was cold, hungry and alone, having lost the fight for said dumpster with a much older man. Now, leaning against the bin they could feel their fingertips go numb, having already lost the feeling in their feet. They were about to close their eyes, allow the darkness to take them and finally rest, when they were scooped up by a mysterious shadow. The stranger was older, their figure swallowed whole by the pitch black of their coat. Warmth emanated from them and Nico felt their eyelids begin to droop, before falling asleep in the strong, capable arms of one Alfonso.
  
  Nico awoke to stone scraping their cheeks. The unfamiliar caress of actual clothes instead of rags jostled against their skin as they slowly rose to their knees. Before them had stood a large and imposing figure, staring down. “Good morning,” he’d said. “We begin training tomorrow. Eat.” The man kicked a dog bowl filled with rice at Nico. Hesitantly, they ate, glancing up to meet the man’s eye, before looking away. The giant lingered in their room for a while, only leaving once they’d finished. The metal door produced a clang as it closed, leaving Nico in the company of only a small, creaky bed and an empty dog bowl. Eventually, they crawled into that bed, closing their eyes and managing to accrue the best 7 hours of sleep they’ve had since the warm embrace of their mother’s stomach.
  
  Indeed, Nico did start training the next day. And the next. And the next. They trained their body under grueling conditions, having to fight, exercise and sleep in that cold, unfeeling container hidden from the world alongside that man. It was only when they’d reached 16 years of age were they allowed to leave the basement. There, in the outside world, Nicola learned the man who saved them was Alfonso Rinaldi, head of the Rinaldi family, and that the sole reason he took them in was as a dog. An expendable soldier to chew through territory battles. Nico had no qualms with this, however. They had a home. They had food. And they had a family in the embrace of the small, tightly knit Rinaldi crime family.
  
  It wasn’t loving. One could hardly even call it a family. It was more like a pack of wild dogs, banded together through loyalty and hardship. And it was in that pack of wild dogs was where Nico found their place as the scrappy fighter. Their relationship with the Rinaldis was nowhere near the warm family home every kid dreamed of, but it was okay. They were the closest thing Nico had to a home, and they held that close to their chest.
  
  Nico was 19 when the Rinaldis were felled.
  
  Trapped in one of the weapons factory owned by some other crime family, the fighter was send in a team to acquire territory with Gina. The two were the close, even amongst the cutthroat Rinaldis, and Nico thought of Gina like a sister. The group was sent to take over the factory by any means necessary, including their lives. They had been whittled down to only Nico and Gina, the pair having to take cover behind some giant machine in the corner. Nico had counted 16 bodies, not including their own, and that meant there was only one left.
  
  Only one. Just one and the Rinaldis could take over. Only one and Nico could rise in the ranks. Only one, and they could finally be something.
  
  They knew the last guard was hiding somewhere in the maze of machinery on the bottom floor. So, wanting to cover more ground, Nico and Gina split up. Nick scoured the left side of the factory, pistol cocked and ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. So when they heard the gunshots ring out, they were too far to halp out. They rushed to the source of the sound to see Gina lying on the ground. Her blood was beginning to pool around her head, treading through her hair and bathing her body in deep, dark, red. On top of her was the last guard, holding a pistol in his hands and heaving.
  
  The next few moments were a blur for Nico. They can only remember standing over Gina’s body, holding the guard’s gun and feeling a sharp ache from their left cheek. The butt of the pistol was dripping with viscous liquid. Blood crawled between Nico’s fingers, and without even hesitating, they licked their hand clean.
  
  About to call in to headquarters, Nico let the phone ring. Hours passed before someone finally picked up just as the sun peeked over the horizon. And it was then that Nico was told by a slow, careful voice that the Rinaldi base was burned. Their home was gone. Their family was gone. And with a gentle tone, Alfonso told Nico that they were officially booted from the family.
  
  Alfons told them it was probably a counter by one of the Adamskis. A deterrent for the family, and a punishment for getting too big for their britches. Nico can remember Alfonso laughing over the phone, cracked and weak. He’d never laughed before; not at their jokes, not at their achievements, yet he spared a chuckle for the falling of his family. The people he cared about. His pack. Nico had considered killing Alfonso that day. Not a serious idea, more in passing. But as they thought about it, they felt a hole burn itself into their chest. Adamski. The family that wasn’t theirs. The Adamskis had destroyed the last semblance of home Nico had. And so, as the sun shone down on Nico’s face, they vowed to destroy the bastards who were supposed to be their family once and for all.
  
  They bounced around after that, picking up a few odd jobs here and there for some folks, before joining the Avancinis around their 20s.
  
  Reputation:
  
  Nicola is known for their violent tendencies, having spilt blood in every fight they’ve been in, whether it be their own or their opponent’s. They’re comfortable with both melee and ranged battles, meaning the best one could do is to try and catch them off guard with a sneak attack. They can be destructive and unpredictable in fights, often racking up additional casualties in the form of torn down buildings and civilians.
  
  Rumours have also circulated about Nico getting around in the drug circles. They’ve been spotted entering plenty of casinos and leaving with an armful of pretty folks, usually toting a small bag of winnings that mysteriously disappears by the end of the night.
  
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  Extras:
  
  > Their last name is very made up. Still, it’s what Nico claims is their full name.
  > Their current kill count sits at a comfy 86 people.
  > Nico favours pistols for the, uh, utility and portability. They always have at least one on their person.
  > They can make an excellent whiskey cocktail.
  > Nick’s personal favourite is their own ‘special’ recipe, Gunpowder.
  > They bought a cockatiel on a whim. Her name is Sharon, and she’s one of the few lights in Nico’s life.
  
  

  "Dead Man Walking"
  [Personality+Vibes]
  
  
  
  
  "Beauty of Annihilation"
  [Personality]
  
  
  
  
  "Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly BBQ"
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[RayneIlStorm]

"It is the Hippocratic Oath to never intend harm upon any of my patients. Unfortunately for you, I never took that oath."



Full Name: Jude Mitchzelk
Nickname: Splicer
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, but very hard to impress
Ethnicity: Polish
Family: Adamski
Role: The Hanged Man

Face claim: Mr. Bruce from the Correspondents (I believe? I couldn't find his real name.)

Appearance:
"Sharp" is definitely a word that you would use to describe this man if you ever saw him: sharp angles to define his face, constantly donning sharp suits upon his body, standing with a sharp and upright posture. Those are just a few examples. Along with that, it's almost impossible to find faults on him for there is never a stain or wrinkle on his clothes, a hair out of place on his head, or a single other thing out of place. He takes high pride on his appearance, and you'll be damned if you ever ruin that.

Personality:
Though relatively cold and uncaring to most, this man can still be seen with a smile plastered on his face. Whether that smile is fake or real depends highly on the matter at hand. He seems like he blurts out what's on his mind, but that's the opposite of the truth. He makes sure to keep control of every conversation that he has, staying tactful and even, throwing people off-guard with calculated words. Not much really deters him not blood, nor gore, nor death itself. Unfortunately, he's kind of socially awkward when it comes to the more lewd of conversations. It's not that he's innocent or naïve when it comes to that sort of thing, but it's more like he doesn't understand it. Basically, he sucks at flirting and such.

Background: He just showed up one day as a teen and eventually impressed with his medical knowledge. He says that he grew up fine with a mother and a father and a little sister but there's no proof of any of them. He might have been in a war as a field doctor? But that doesn't really make sense for who he is.

Extra:​

• He has very steady hands.​
• Knows what makes people tick physically - like what nerves to poke.​
• He is very skilled at sewing. He also likes to embroider. May or may not make dolls that he takes apart when he's finished with them, just to build them back up again.
• Technically a doctor, but never officially or legally. You know how it goes.
• Thinks fortune telling and tarot readings are all hooey.

Reputation:

• A fine, upstanding man of society! And a doctor, no less! It is said that he came from Europe when he was just a teenager and spent his whole life dedicated to the medical arts! Some people say that he can do life-or-death surgeries within an hour and continues with a 96% survival rate! Where does he work? Well, you'd think the local hospital, right? Otherwise, where else would he get all of the money he has?​
• I heard that an orphan boy scuffed his shoe and he kicked the boy until he bled out! But that couldn't have been him, right?​
• Yeah, he's really good with the medical shit, but he creeps me the fuck out! did you hear that he can replace dead limbs with other ones? But the scariest thing is that I heard he gets the working ones from other dead bodies! Fucked up or what?!​

I will change and add to this application if/when I iron him out!​

 

[gouache]

SHMUEL.

high priestess.

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  — dossier.
  
  name. shmuel dov daskal
  
  age. 29
  
  gender. non-binary male
  
  sexuality. gay
  
  ethnicity. mizrahi & sephardic jew, puerto rican
  
  family. avancini
  
  role. the high priestess
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  — visage.
  
  face claim. arthur gosse
  
  height. 6'1" in
  
  face. he has a heart-shaped face, with a sharp jaw-line, and a prominent chin. he has a regal, greek-looking, and defined nose. he has full, naturally upturned, long fox-like lips.
  
  body. he is slim and athletic in shape, appearing slightly built, broad shoulders, sturdy legs and thighs, with calloused and scarred hands and feet.
  
  hair. he has warm brunette hair that appears almost reddish in the light that is exceptionally thick with tousled tight waves. he has a very hard time managing to brush through his hair, so he often just leaves it unkempt and mismanaged. he stopped caring for it, giving up, and only really messes with it if he absolutely has too. his eyebrows are equally as thick, but are shaped and well taken care of compared to his bushy head of hair.
  
  eyes. his eyes are coffee-colored, almond shaped, and deep set, with long upturned auburn eyelashes.
  
  skin. his skin tone is olive and bronzed, with only a few freckles. he's prone to getting freckles when he's out in the sun, so he works very hard to make sure his skin is kept in it's best condition, taking skincare seriously. he has had the most sun damage on his nose, showing a vague blushed discoloration.
  
  voice. modulated and smooth yet firm, with a slight honeyed puerto rican accent.
  
  wardrobe. he has a very distinct and unconnected sense of style and wardrobe all depending on what he is doing and the kind of people he is interacting with, all being dependent on the matter at hand. if not in a specific dress code for what he is doing at the time, he is always seen in a roughed up, light washed jean jacket. regardless of what he is wearing underneath, it will always be topped off with that jean jacket. shmuel enjoys wearing a nice turtle neck, mostly thin fabric, or just cotton, with a pair of high waisted pants of any color. he's fashionable, but also sticks with what he knows and is comfortable with. shmuel often deals with a severe case of bed-head (his hair naturally is a bush) he ties his hair in a ponytail on the top of his head, or just throws a bandana tied around the front and back of his head. he also frequently wears a pair of leather dark brown chelsea boots. he often wears a pair of tortoise colored, round framed glasses in private and when not around company.
  
  art of him. here
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  — persona.
  
  zodiac. gemini sun, cancer moon, aries rising
  
  shmuel would be described as outgoing, hearty, determined, stubborn, empathetic, immensely emotional, and intelligent. he is sociable and needs human interaction, attention, and to feel listened too. shmuel is what you would consider a stereotypical extrovert, always willing to get to know and understand people better. he has a photogenic memory, and a sensitive point of view- he can take things seriously when the time calls for it. he is extremely empathetic and hard headed, which is a main factor in what drives him to get to the bottom of things.
  
  his compassion and sympathy for others becomes overwhelming for him and is definitely known as a cry baby. he isn’t shy of being persistent and voluble. when in a rational state of mind, he is exceptionally bright, clever, and quick-witted. he is an astonishing and deeply layered type of person, and is known for how well thought, detailed, and circumstantial he is. shmuel is very passionate and endering when he wants to be, and can charm the pants off of someone easily.
  
  he will not give up on whatever he has set his mind to, even if it comes with a cost, willingly putting himself in danger if it means getting what he wants. he doesn’t let go or forget anything- like the actions someone did or said. his stubbornness is a fault of his, but can also be a good thing depending on the situation at hand. shmuel is easy to set off because of his rapport, and will have bouts of anger due to it. he struggles with not being able to help everyone, and it weighs heavily on him- making him feel helpless. he is somewhat unstable, reacting on impulse instead rationalizing a situation before going into it. shmuel can be dramatic, not being one to hold back his emotions or how he feels about something. he also has an extremely hard time controlling his laughter when he’s nervous, upset, or even scared.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  — reputation.
  
  WIP.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  — background.
  
  Shmuel’s father worked and lived in Israel before meeting his mother. His mother was working in a kibbutz when she met his father, a year later they moved to his mother's home country together in Puerto Rico. Soon after moving to Puerto Rico, they had their first son, Mitch. At the time his father worked on the water as a fisherman, so Mitch would always tag along with him to help. It was a pretty decent sized boat, and they would usually always have a few people on board at the same time. They lived a simple life, they really just got by on what they had, while his mom would work at home as a seamstress. They lived right beside the ocean, so Mitch and his father would just walk back home from the fishing docks. Eventually, near Mitch’s seventh birthday, he found out his mom was pregnant with his little brother, Shmuel.
  
  It was a very stressful time for their parents, who were both very unsure about how they would manage to pay for another child. Both his parents started to work more to prepare for their second child, but months later after finding out about the pregnancy, his father and his friends had managed to find a better opportunity in Texas, a completely different part of the world from where they lived then. His father’s team was offered a job at another boating company, and that they would be paid much more than they were making now- seeing as they were only scraping by. It took a lot of time for his parents to both decide on going, but they didn’t see any other choice if they wanted to have another baby. Only a few weeks after the offer, they packed up their lives in Puerto Rico, and left for The United States. Once moving there, they settled in slowly, his father already deep into his work.
  
  They lived in an apartment near his father’s work for a while, and then they eventually moved into a bigger house once they could afford it. Their father managed to do so well with the help of an unknown shady investor, that once the owner retired, he became a co-owner of the company with another friend of his. Six months after moving, Shmuel was born in June, and immediately following his birth his mother fell into a case of postpartum depression. Their father managed to easily get their grandparents to immigrate from Puerto Rico all the way to the US, but it couldn’t have been done without the assistance of his father’s close friend, Mister Avancini, also having been his first real investor in his company. Immediately after moving there, his mother managed to recover. With their mother back on her feet again now that their grandparents were there, she was finally able to connect with Shmuel. Although Shmuel had a hard time connecting with her after a couple months of disconnection, and was much closer with his father instead.
  
  Shmuel spent most of his childhood with his father on their large fishing boat that often stayed docked to the shore. He observed how the boat became a place where many people would come together beneath the deck in these spacious rooms. His father’s “business friends” spoke to each other by the bar, or smoked cigars around a large table. It was a weekly thing, sometimes even a daily occurrence. Shmuel being so young, wouldn’t spend his time below the deck, and instead would go out with his older brother on their smaller boats.
  
  Mitch was home schooled by a tutor until 6th grade, so he spent most of his time taking care of Shmuel. Eventually, Shmuel entered his first year of school, and Mitch into his first year of highschool. Early into Mitch’s freshman year, their father just mentally fell off the face of the earth, something had happened at his work that put them into a very tense and scary situation, to the point where they had to declare bankruptcy. Mitch didn’t understand it mostly because their parents wouldn’t allow him to know what was going on, all he saw was his father evaporating into someone else he didn’t know. Their mother refused to explain what happened with the business, saying it was too hard for her to explain. Shmuel was too little to understand, he was just happy his dad would be at home everyday, and not at work anymore. Their father would lock the door to his bedroom, not wanting Shmuel to come inside to see him. One day their father wasn’t at home, and their mother explained to Mitch that their father was going to stay in the hospital for a while, involentarly going into inpatient under sucide watch.
  
  About two weeks later, their dad came back home from the hospital, and Shmuel was happy to see him- while Mitch was just terrified to see him in bed again. A couple days after his dad came home, Mitch and Shmuel came back from school together. When they came home, Shmuel immediately went to visit their father in his bedroom. After a while, Mitch followed after him. He found Smuel sitting behind the still body of their father in his bed, looking directly up at the ceiling with a vacant look on his face. Moving closer to Shmuel, could he see the splattered blood of his father coating every wall in the room.
  
  Shmuel spent far too long in the room alone with his father’s body before Mitch found him there, long enough to be able to soak in such a traumatic memory even at a young age. He was only seven at the time, and It took Shmuel years to understand exactly what had happened. The trauma was internally woven through his skin, and the grief grew with him into a form of it’s own. The aftermath of their father abandoning his family was catastrophic, and it stunted his growth mentally due to being unable to function with the persistent traumatic memories.
  
  In his teenage years, Shmuel was an extremely smart student and put himself deeply into his work to reach his goals for the future. He would get attention from other students in regards to his good looks, but wasn’t interested in it. A few years later did he begin to shape himself to fit the narrative of being easy going by the “fake it till you make it” method. He often experimented with hardcore drugs, often sending him into a manic state of mind for weeks, but kept at it anyway.
  
  After graduating from highschool, he worked at a small cafe as a waiter to get by in hopes of eventually being able to afford law school. Of course, it was still not enough, and he often went nights without eating because of this. It was a vicious cycle for him, loneliness and being touch starved, but he was sure of one day becoming a lawyer to make a difference for those without a voice. Eventually, he would be greeting many of his father’s old friends at the cafe who came in daily. If it wasn’t for them recognizing Shmuel as his father’s son, he wouldn’t have known it was them. Especially since the last time he’d seen them, he was just a child.
  
  Shmuel spent many hours speaking with his father’s old friends, and would even stay after work to spend more time with them. These men knew his father well, and had spent a great amount of time with him. They shared stories of his father with Shmuel, and many things he had never known about. After having gotten to know Shmuel more thoroughly, did they begin to see great potential in him- and offered him a way out of such financial strife. The proposal of having his law school career begin was enough for him to agree, even without understanding what exactly the job was he accepted. He was just told it was a similar position to the one his father had, and would be easy if he was actually his son.
  
  From that moment on, he was violently thrown into the unforeseeable light of a new world. The life his father lived he had only seen from afar, had now become his own.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  — extra.
  
  - he is fluent in spanish, hebrew, and english.
  
  - shmuel is a fairly religious person who practices reform judaism privately. even with such a hectic lifestyle, he wants to remain grounded to his roots. he doesn’t outwardly present as jewish in public, but if you share a meal with him you will always find him saying the brachot to himself.
  
  - he frequently runs early in the morning and genuinely cares a lot for his physicality and keeping himself in shape. shmuel finds solace in running, and really can’t begin his day without it. he in general is a very active person and is always willing to throw down due to how competitive he is.
  
  - as a side hustle every friday, he worked at his neighborhood theater playing the character rocky in the "the rocky horror picture show".
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

coded by weldherwings.

 

[cablebelly]

THE MAGICIAN

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

At first glance, Mila can be mistaken for fairly average, if she wants it. It depends on if she has settled into her true element of being nothing but a flower on the wall, or is dressed for the occasion of being heard and seen. Darker skinned than the rest of her Adamski relatives due to her hispanic blood, her olive skin remains unblemished by any tattoos, though the odd scar can be found littering her body. Her most distinguishing feature would always be her eyes, a dark, intense brown, and her head of loose curls that reach her shoulders. If in her natural element, Mila’s black tie dress is not something to miss. Slacks, white shirts, black blazers, sleek boots. Business casual is her point of comfort, and it’s hard to ever see Mila in anything other than black and white. Despite the muted color palette, there is no denying her sense of style and ability to dress for the day like it’s a great occasion every time. At 5’9", she’s got a bit of height on her, but despite her suave manner of dress, she almost never wears shoes that give her extra height. Mila is also almost always seen sporting the same black leather gloves.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

From childhood, Mila was a quiet figure. Though silent, something about her stood out from other children, in the way that she carried herself. Her big brown eyes were always distrustful, even from an early age, and rather than play with the others, she always seemed to linger in the back. Watchful. This trait never changed. As Mila grew, she became more observant. Though her movement is fluid, and her body seems poised with ease, Mila holds her tongue more often than not. It’s second nature now, and every move and word is calculated heavily. Some say Mila is elegant; others say she’s poised like an animal waiting to strike. All that’s true is that whatever you perceive of her, she has crafted it to be so.

Clinging to corners and sometimes invisible, Mila is a servant of shadows. She can play the part of unnoticed all too well, and has a sharp mind for seeking avenues and exits in every situation, physical and mental. She seems keenly aware of every conversation’s twitch of the eyebrow and and turn of the lip, and knows how to best use it to her advantage. In a strange way, she’s a performer. She can portray any role that the family requires her, and is almost too well suited for infiltration. Mila is meticulous. Things that are planned are planned to perfection, with every possibility accounted for. Her default slate is blank, her black dress and cool expression almost acting as an empty palette begging to have colors mixed upon them. She’s an actor, a liar, and her ability to switch into a persona can be startling. But the clean canvas that the Adamskis see is so subservient that few tend to worry.

There is always an underneath, is there not? Mila wonders the same thing, if she has anything left behind the fickle dance that keeps her toes pointed every hour of the day. Mila doesn’t relax. She moves from one sly corner to the next, always on edge, always on guard. This life in this family is a power play, and she’s done nothing but care to stay above it for so long that not much lies beyond Mila’s sightline. Except, if someone were to know that Mila is an incessant writer.

In hidden spaces, crevices and lockboxes, Mila keeps journals. Journals and journals and journals, full of nonsense, dreams, hopes, and plans. She always has a little pocketbook in her shirt pocket, but few see its contents. Mila does not need to write to be able to operate. But she does it to cling to sanity, to have tangible proof of being a feeling and thinking human being and not just a tool to deploy. One might think finding her logs would be the unravelling of the family, but they’d be in for a surprise when they discover her writings in ciphers. Since childhood, she has developed her own personal code, a strange mix of symbols and dashes and dots that would be near impossible for someone other than her to decipher. It’s a testament to her vicious mind, and her dedication to covering her tracks.

There are an impossible amount of layers to Mila, but to the Adamskis, she is their loyal fox. And she will do whatever it takes.

𝐵𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑥
𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦,
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝐹𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎 "𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎" 𝐴𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠𝑘𝑖
𝐴𝑔𝑒: 𝟹𝟻
𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟: 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒
𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝐵𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙
𝐸𝑡𝘩𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩 & 𝑀𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛
𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦: 𝐴𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑠𝑘𝑖

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

The Adamski blood in Milana is not the thickest from birth. Her mother, Aleksandra, was a distantly related cousin. She had little affiliation with the family business, or at least, tried to make it so. She married an outsider, and wanted nothing to do with what went on in the family. Unfortunately, her father, Ramon Cortez, did not last long in the way of protecting Mila or her mother from any Adamski family involvement. He passed when she was barely a year old, and her mother, strapped for resources and left as a single mother, was forced to fall back into her family’s arms. Mila was raised closely with the now leaders of the Adamskis, but never felt quite like she was a true part of their game.

There was always some strange amount of tension between her and the rest of the family. Being born of a relationship that none had truly approved of, Mila received a quiet amount of disdain, yet never enough to truly exclude her. Some, even, saw potential. She was an odd child. Vigilant, like something was always out to get her. She stood her own, always, in a quiet way. No one else could seem to push her around, or sway her ways she didn’t want to be swayed. This quiet, big eyed and tight lipped resilience earned her a fair amount of respect, separate from her mother’s spectacles. She was never anything like her mother. Aleksandra was bold, brash, lips painted in red and loud mouthed. The family didn’t care to have someone like Aleksandra in their inner workings, and Aleksandra didn’t have any of the finesse required to do so. But for all her pride, she came back to them with her tail tucked between her legs and offered them Mila as compensation.

Mila didn’t like that.

Despite being raised alongside them, Mila glowered with spite. Those big watchful eyes mirrored the same distaste that the old leaders bestowed upon her. It felt like growing up inside the open maw of a predator, living on its tongue, and just counting down the days until it shut its teeth in on you. Though she was raised to join them, and Mila never said a word that would have implied she wanted otherwise, she told them everyday with her vicious gaze.

And when she was eighteen, she made good on that look, and ran away.

Those years are a blank to even the family now. This girl was raised an Adamski in childhood but the hole in her fresh adulthood still serves as something of an unclosed wound. When Mila came back, which was almost completely unexpected, due to the girl’s incredibly impressive ability to disappear without a trace, Mila came back a woman. A woman with straight shoulders, power in her hands, but those same, watchful eyes. And she swore herself to the family. It was as if all that prowess that had brewed in her childhood had been brought to fruition. They couldn’t deny the calm, calculative energy rolling off of her. The knowledge of every twist and turn, the attention to detail, the sudden ability to flip a switch and be a smiling, shining girl for the sake of luring an enemy into a dark corner.

It’s been years now since Mila’s return to the family, and perhaps they've nearly forgotten the blank in her history. She’s done so much in her time with them that it may almost pain the Emperor to remember that this woman holds many of the cards close to his heart, and yet, she does all that is asked without question. There is no job too morally grey, no task too out of reach. If asked, the Adamskis will receive to the fullest effect, if Milana is the one providing. Her role as the Emperors magician seems foolproof and unwavering, and when the family is so full of lovers, judgements and devils, Mila seems like the sturdiest and most stable out of all of them.

ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Most are unnerved by Mila’s ability to blend into nothing. Some call her less than human, because the little amount that she speaks is only to answer questions asked of her, or offer info related to plans necessary. Other than that, people claim she has no life outside the business. She doesn’t tend to hang around if she doesn’t need to, and if not on the clock, Mila can rarely be found. Her absences have allowed whispers to grow, but few know where she actually goes when she’s not around the Emperor. Of course, most know that she is often working to gather intel on the Avaniciis. But the whispers of how she does so are what vary greatly. Some also claim to have seen her writing in a journal, but no journal has ever been found. There are also plenty of rumors spun about Mila’s time gone, if anyone cares to remember such a thing occurred, because at this point, it seems very far in the rear view mirror. Rumors also circulate about why she doesn’t take off the gloves. Scarred hands, does more dirty work than everyone thinks, missing fingers… It would be a lie to say that Mila is not aware of all these rumors, but she cares little to dissuade them.

ᴇxᴛʀᴀ
Speaks Spanish and Polish. In childhood, Mila took ballet lessons and cello lessons. Always carries a small pocketbook and fountain pen on her person.

code by low fidelity.

Spoiler: no code

Full Name: Milana "Mila" Adamski
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Polish & Mexican
Family: Adamski

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

At first glance, Mila can be mistaken for fairly average, if she wants it. It depends on if she has settled into her true element of being nothing but a flower on the wall, or is dressed for the occasion of being heard and seen. Darker skinned than the rest of her Adamski relatives due to her hispanic blood, her olive skin remains unblemished by any tattoos, though the odd scar can be found littering her body. Her most distinguishing feature would always be her eyes, a dark, intense brown, and her head of loose curls that reach her shoulders. If in her natural element, Mila’s black tie dress is not something to miss. Slacks, white shirts, black blazers, sleek boots. Business casual is her point of comfort, and it’s hard to ever see Mila in anything other than black and white. Despite the muted color palette, there is no denying her sense of style and ability to dress for the day like it’s a great occasion every time. At 5’9, she’s got a bit of height on her, but despite her suave manner of dress, she almost never wears shoes that give her extra height. Mila is also almost always seen sporting the same black leather gloves.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

From childhood, Mila was a quiet figure. Though silent, something about her stood out from other children, in the way that she carried herself. Her big brown eyes were always distrustful, even from an early age, and rather than play with the others, she always seemed to linger in the back. Watchful. This trait never changed. As Mila grew, she became more observant. Though her movement is fluid, and her body seems poised with ease, Mila holds her tongue more often than not. It’s second nature now, and every move and word is calculated heavily. Some say Mila is elegant; others say she’s poised like an animal waiting to strike. All that’s true is that whatever you perceive of her, she has crafted it to be so.

Clinging to corners and sometimes invisible, Mila is a servant of shadows. She can play the part of unnoticed all too well, and has a sharp mind for seeking avenues and exits in every situation, physical and mental. She seems keenly aware of every conversation’s twitch of the eyebrow and and turn of the lip, and knows how to best use it to her advantage. In a strange way, she’s a performer. She can portray any role that the family requires her, and is almost too well suited for infiltration. Mila is meticulous. Things that are planned are planned to perfection, with every possibility accounted for. Her default slate is blank, her black dress and cool expression almost acting as an empty palette begging to have colors mixed upon them. She’s an actor, a liar, and her ability to switch into a persona can be startling. But the clean canvas that the Adamskis see is so subservient that few tend to worry.

There is always an underneath, is there not? Mila wonders the same thing, if she has anything left behind the fickle dance that keeps her toes pointed every hour of the day. Mila doesn’t relax. She moves from one sly corner to the next, always on edge, always on guard. This life in this family is a power play, and she’s done nothing but care to stay above it for so long that not much lies beyond Mila’s sightline. Except, if someone were to know that Mila is an incessant writer.

In hidden spaces, crevices and lockboxes, Mila keeps journals. Journals and journals and journals, full of nonsense, dreams, hopes, and plans. She always has a little pocketbook in her shirt pocket, but few see its contents. Mila does not need to write to be able to operate. But she does it to cling to sanity, to have tangible proof of being a feeling and thinking human being and not just a tool to deploy. One might think finding her logs would be the unravelling of the family, but they’d be in for a surprise when they discover her writings in ciphers. Since childhood, she has developed her own personal code, a strange mix of symbols and dashes and dots that would be near impossible for someone other than her to decipher. It’s a testament to her vicious mind, and her dedication to covering her tracks.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

The Adamski blood in Milana is not the thickest from birth. Her mother, Aleksandra, was a distantly related cousin. She had little affiliation with the family business, or at least, tried to make it so. She married an outsider, and wanted nothing to do with what went on in the family. Unfortunately, her father, Ramon Cortez, did not last long in the way of protecting Mila or her mother from any Adamski family involvement. He passed when she was barely a year old, and her mother, strapped for resources and left as a single mother, was forced to fall back into her family’s arms. Mila was raised closely with the now leaders of the Adamskis, but never felt quite like she was a true part of their game.

There was always some strange amount of tension between her and the rest of the family. Being born of a relationship that none had truly approved of, Mila received a quiet amount of disdain, yet never enough to truly exclude her. Some, even, saw potential. She was an odd child. Vigilant, like something was always out to get her. She stood her own, always, in a quiet way. No one else could seem to push her around, or sway her ways she didn’t want to be swayed. This quiet, big eyed and tight lipped resilience earned her a fair amount of respect, separate from her mother’s spectacles. She was never anything like her mother. Aleksandra was bold, brash, lips painted in red and loud mouthed. The family didn’t care to have someone like Aleksandra in their inner workings, and Aleksandra didn’t have any of the finesse required to do so. But for all her pride, she came back to them with her tail tucked between her legs and offered them Mila as compensation.

Mila didn’t like that.

Despite being raised alongside them, Mila glowered with spite. Those big watchful eyes mirrored the same distaste that the old leaders bestowed upon her. It felt like growing up inside the open maw of a predator, living on its tongue, and just counting down the days until it shut its teeth in on you. Though she was raised to join them, and Mila never said a word that would have implied she wanted otherwise, she told them everyday with her vicious gaze.

And when she was eighteen, she made good on that look, and ran away.

Those years are a blank to even the family now. This girl was raised an Adamski in childhood but the hole in her fresh adulthood still serves as something of an unclosed wound. When Mila came back, which was almost completely unexpected, due to the girl’s incredibly impressive ability to disappear without a trace, Mila came back a woman. A woman with straight shoulders, power in her hands, but those same, watchful eyes. And she swore herself to the family. It was as if all that prowess that had brewed in her childhood had been brought to fruition. They couldn’t deny the calm, calculative energy rolling off of her. The knowledge of every twist and turn, the attention to detail, the sudden ability to flip a switch and be a smiling, shining girl for the sake of luring an enemy into a dark corner.

It’s been years now since Mila’s return to the family, and perhaps they've nearly forgotten the blank in her history. She’s done so much in her time with them that it may almost pain the Emperor to remember that this woman holds many of the cards close to his heart, and yet, she does all that is asked without question. There is no job too morally grey, no task too out of reach. If asked, the Adamskis will receive to the fullest effect, if Milana is the one providing. Her role as the Emperors magician seems foolproof and unwavering, and when the family is so full of lovers, judgements and devils, Mila seems like the sturdiest and most stable out of all of them.

ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Most are unnerved by Mila’s ability to blend into nothing. Some call her less than human, because the little amount that she speaks is only to answer questions asked of her, or offer info related to plans necessary. Other than that, people claim she has no life outside the business. She doesn’t tend to hang around if she doesn’t need to, and if not on the clock, Mila can rarely be found. Her absences have allowed whispers to grow, but few know where she actually goes when she’s not around the Emperor. Of course, most know that she is often working to gather intel on the Avaniciis. But the whispers of how she does so are what vary greatly. Some also claim to have seen her writing in a journal, but no journal has ever been found. There are also plenty of rumors spun about Mila’s time gone, if anyone cares to remember such a thing occurred, because at this point, it seems very far in the rear view mirror. Rumors also circulate about why she doesn’t take off the gloves. Scarred hands, does more dirty work than everyone thinks, missing fingers… It would be a lie to say that Mila is not aware of all these rumors, but she cares little to dissuade them.

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Speaks Spanish and Polish. In childhood, Mila took ballet lessons and cello lessons. Always carries a small pocketbook and fountain pen on her person.

 

[idiot]

* val mendez

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  #the lovers

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * b.name

  unknown
  

  * alias

  valentino 'val' mendez
  

  * nickname

  the persecutor
  

  * p.o.b.

  saint's heights
  

  * age

  twenty-eight
  

  * ethnicity

  hispanic
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #cismale

  
  
  
  
  

  #capricorn

  
  
  
  
  

  #bisexual

  
  
  
  
  

  #avancini

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * 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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  #knives

  
  
  
  

  #animals

  
  
  
  

  #early starts

  
  
  

  #twizzlers

  
  
  
  

  #camping

  
  
  
  

  #exercise

  
  
  
  

  #reading

  
  
  
  

  #cars

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  dislikes

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #excuses

  
  
  
  

  #disloyality

  
  
  
  

  #soda

  
  
  
  

  #technology

  
  
  
  

  #feelings

  
  
  
  

  #large crowds

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  skills

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #interrogation

  
  
  
  

  #torture tactics

  
  
  
  

  #medical prowess

  
  
  

  #persuation

  
  
  
  

  #bladed weaponry

  
  
  
  

  #hand-to-hand

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  * personality

  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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  #val says . . .

  
  

  
  

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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 diego
  * if anything happened to diego 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♡

 

[fantasy]

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• BASICS

  full name

  ambrose 'declan' adamski
  
  

  nicknames

  hardass ( jokingly )
  
  

  birthdate

  9th of july
  
  

  age

  forty-five
  
  

  gender

  cis male, he/him
  
  

  orientation

  closeted bisexual
  
  

  ethnicity

  irish and polish
  
  

  family

  adamski
  
  

  role

  the emperor

  VISAGE

  height

  he stands at 6’3, the perfect height to loom over others with hidden intent to make them quiver
  
  
  

  weight

  weighs about 175lbs
  
  

  build

  the rigorous and tiring life of this kingpin has helped him maintain a lean shape over the years.
  
  

  hair

  dark brown—almost black hair shaped into an undercut.
  
  

  eyes

  striking light blue eyes that stare right through you; analyzing and judging
  
  

  fc

  cillian murphy
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  patient

  charismatic

  resilient

  strict

  workaholic

  manipulative

  overconfident

  PERSONA

  A man ruled by principles, rules and tradition due to a strict upbringing that centered around what he was supposedly ‘destined for.’ Ambrose is by no means reckless and carefree, his life never allowed him to enjoy frivolous things and he eventually learned to not let himself become distracted with such things. He’s calculated and to the point at times, but never lays all his cards on the table at once. He loves to keep people guessing, and wondering his next move using honeyed words and manipulation tactics to get his way, and he won’t stop at nothing until he achieves his goal.
  
  Arrogant and hard-headed, but who wouldn’t be when you have the entire town in the palm of your hand—he enjoys this feeling of control, and wears his pride with unapologetic egotism. No longer caring for the words people utter under their breath as he passes, he no longer feels the need to impress everyone. Ambrose knows what he’s worth, and nobody could ever afford it.
  
  Although loyal to his own members, Ambrose puts a wall between himself and them. He knows how disapolable and fragile human lives are, and has witnessed it countless times. As much as he cares for them at times, watching over them from afar, he knows better than to get any closer. Loyalty is a fickle thing in families and betrayal is always ripe for the taking.
  
  Quite the workaholic, it’s rare for Ambrose to enjoy a good night’s rest and although he tries to hide the dark circles underneath his eyes and the exhaustion in his bones, most know he spends most of his nights in the office, often alone to not burden anyone with his duties, they were his alone to attend to. And the few times he found himself finding solace in the darkness sleep brought him, it wouldn’t last long before he’d jolt awake, mind plagued with images he would never be able to wash away and would haunt him for the rest of his life.

  
  

  MISC

  reputation coming very soon!

  
  
• BACKGROUND

  
  

  They say September 9th, 2001 was the day Ambrose Adamski died, and in came a shell of the man he once was rising from his ashes. He had an infectious smile and always spoke of the future with stars in his eyes, dreams of making it out of this wretched town and doing something with his life rather than rotting away here and becoming a pawn in his father’s game.
  
  But that man no longer existed, and in his place was a stranger.
  
  Blue eyes turned empty and cold, smiles became more of a distant memory and those dreams he once spoke of were thwarted off as silly fantasies.
  
  “What happened to you?” She croaked, voice barely above a whisper as she looked him in the eyes searching for any piece of the boy she grew up with, only to be met with a blank stare.
  
  Ambrose stayed silent for a moment, the cogs in his brain turning while he contemplated the question, unsure himself of how things had gotten this far in such a short amount of time. He thought of an answer, but words were suddenly heavy on his tongue and all he could muster was one word.
  
  “Life.”
  
  It was hard growing up as an Adamski—treated as a public enemy before he could even utter his first words and constantly being told they could see his father in him, the same fire in those blue eyes were of the same his father had years ago. Occasionally Ambrose would spend nights scrubbing away at his skin trying to rid himself of whatever “curse” his father bestowed upon him, with their words echoing through his mind like a broken record.
  
  “If you want to be happy in this world, you have to be smart.. you have to be like your father.”
  
  He didn’t believe this.
  
  His father was a monster of a man and unlike the rest of his siblings he saw no future in causing destruction in the lives of others. Rather, he wanted to be the one that brought smiles to people’s faces, the one that you would speak of years down the line of how some handsome gentleman had changed your life for the better, but life always had a funny way of doing things, and Ambrose soon came to realize he’d become the one thing he feared—his father.

  
  
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[Kabboom]

"Hey, want some jerky?"​

Full Name: Clarion Marion Williamsen
Nickname: ""Jerky"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: British-Irish
Family: Avancinis
Role: The Fool

Appearance:

On his back, this:

(Face claim: Chris Woods)

Personality: Oh, Clarion. Where to begin with this bag of disasters?
First off, the good: He will not quit. Fail twice, try thrice. Fail ten times, try eleven. Clarion will not let up on the task he's been given, like a hound chasing a... whatever hounds chase. Part of this is due to his desire to improve, to rise up above everyone else and establish a place for himself; another part of this is because he's just stupidly stubborn. When he's got his eyes on a particular target, the Williamsen boy visibly becomes more ecstatic and tenacious, as if pumped full of adrenaline by the mere thought of a goal. He has also come into possession of a particular kind of cunning that makes him a twofold threat: someone with unlimited stubbornness and the critical thinking skills to keep it in check.
The bad? Everything else. His stubbornness and sheer focus is only dwarfed by his chickenshit cowardice. Depending on how you viewed it, he was either a very brave sheep or a lion with severe backbone deficiencies; it's tough to discern whether he was a lowlife who grew his killer instinct through sheer luck and persistence, or a veneer of fear and self-preservation draped over the natural-born mafioso deep inside him. Willing to flee at the nearest sign of life-threatening danger, one only needs to send him on a mission he's not too enthused about to see why he needs that obvious goal to push him on the warpath. And to boot, his actual stupidity is quite high; critical thinking skills need to be supplemented with something called 'actual knowledge' and 'common sense', both of which he lacks deeply. Hand him anything he doesn't know inside-and-out, and he's very likely to either turn it inside-out, or use it to turn someone inside-out by mistake.

Outside of his 'work', he's a pretty cool guy. Talks a lot, defensive of his friends, and easy to talk to. He does take a while to befriend, however; he's not exactly kind towards complete strangers. An aloof and borderline-rude demeanor awaits anyone who bumps into him or breathes at him wrong, and if he's certain he can get away with it, Clarion won't hesitate to spill blood.

Background: Though his looks may tempt you to the contrary, the Williamsen boy wasn't exactly what you'd call "Youngblood". Right from the start, Clarion had barely managed his entry Stateside by squeezing himself into a Maersk shipping container along with a few other people, desperate for a new life - or any life at all - in the new land. His past on the crime side of history began since his youth: born of an irate Irish trucker, and mothered by some British cashier who happened to catch the Irishman's eye at a gas station one night. With an absent father and a deadbeat mother, he was already off to a good start. Take into account the gangs that recruited him from a young age, and his mother's continued neglect, is it any wonder that young Clarion went on a crime spree? Pickpocketing, vandalism and hooligan shit soon evolved into gang fights, burglaries and arson.... the stakes kept rising, and Clarion's skill rose with them.

It was a robbery and murder that finally tipped him over the edges. Haphazardly planned in cigarette-filled rooms, the Williamsen boy and his lads attempted a jewelry store robbery with some swanky new guns the boss had bought from those dope dealers down the block. It was all going to plan - until the storeowner came out of his room with a double-barreled shotgun. Two childhood friends gutted by buckshot, Clarion Marion went for the man's throat with a knife before he could reload, and his mind went into a blur. By the time he came to, the rest of his gang had fled the gunfire, and their screams were replaced by Scotland Yard voices. Clarion pocketed what little loot there was left and high-tailed it out the backdoor.

He traded the jewelry - along with every scrap of cash he had - for a 'deluxe' ticket to the Land of Opportunity at the nearest port he could find. He soon found the Avancinis, and the rest is history.

Extra: He currently 'works' as security for an Avancini front, a bistro with overpriced foods. He especially enjoys the jerky they serve there.

Reputation: Clarion makes use of the classic Foreign Student Effect (self-coined term), using the mystery of him coming from Britain to sound more dangerous than he really is. Those who theorize about him have... very interesting assumptions, as you will see below.
- He earned the nickname 'Jerky' from a hit where he pressed his target's face against a grill until it turned into jerky.
- Maybe he's not who he says he is. A man who looks like that can't be a mafioso, right? He's definitely just some guy.
- He doesn't actually have a tattoo; he just says he does to throw police off his tail.
- This guy fucks.
- This guy doesn't fuck.
- This guy is... a girl? Sometimes Clarion enters a room, and a girl comes out, with him nowhere to be seen.
- He's a sloppy amateur who's bound to be taken out by a regular beat cop or another Avancini soldier.
- He's a natural-born cutthroat who never misses a mark.
- He doesn't even like jerky, he's just trying to sound cool.
- His name is actually Clarence McDonald.
- His name is actually Clarence McDougall.
- He's actually a Saint's Heights local who just made up a fake tough persona - or he's an actual Avancini made man living under a cover.

 

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  Just "Sal" to all.

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  30 years old.

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  Cis female.

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  Bisexual.

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  Ethnicity

  Colombian + Mexican.

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  Avancini.

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  The High Priestess.
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  Her eyes are dark brown, with a bit of a downturned angle that constantly gives her a dozing, droopy effect. It is very rare to see her with makeup.

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  Standing at 5'7", Sal is barely above average height, and a bit on the skinnier side. Likely from not getting the nutrients and diet needed as a child, she's always had knobbly knuckles and knees, all sharp angles and long limbs.

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  Sal's style usually stays in the safety zone of "business casual." Typically seen in dress shirts, blazers, chinos, her style is cemented in comfort that looks good and feels good. Not afraid of a pop of color or some accessories, but she tends to like the adrogynous look, and wouldn't be caught dead in public wearing sweats or pajamas.

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  Double pierced ears, and plenty of neo-traditional tattoos that are all hidden under her clothes. A few peek out when she rolls up her sleeves.

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  On her chest, between her breasts, is a very long thick scar from open heart surgery. She jokes that it is an "autopsy scar" if anybody notices. There are also a few knicks and scars on her knuckles, back, and knees, but nothing prominent.

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    quick witted

    resourceful

    intuitive

    enjoyable

    dependable
  • vices

    back stabbing

    vicious

    brash

    power hungry

    egotistical
  • likes

    tortas de carne

    name brand clothing

    racing cars

    the night time

    hard candy

    dislikes

    boats or the open sea

    being lied to

    losing fights

    clear liquor

    cold weather
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    Above all, Sal trusts herself and her family, only showing outsiders exactly what they would like to see, or what she wants them to see. The High Priestess tarot card possesses intuition, mystery and sensuality combined with common sense. Sal embodies this in every sense of the way, and goes with her gut feeling first and foremost.

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    Sal is ruthless, there is no doubt about that. But her downfall likely could be greed, or perhaps her enourmous ego. She trusts in herself far more than she trusts in others, and with so many secrets in her pocket, she might end up blackmailing the wrong person.
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    favorite color: red.

    favorite dish: arepas.

    favorite song: el cantante by hector lavoe.

  When you're born in a burning house, you must think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

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  Many find it hard to pinpoint exactly what they think Salomé is like. Most seem to agree that, for the most part, she is an amicable and likable person, going through life as if she doesn't have the weight of people's secrets in her back pocket. Her day to day attitude is agreeable, sharp, witty. But maybe it is the intensity of Salomé's smile, the weight of her gaze, that makes someone the slightest bit uncomfortable. Brilliant white teeth and long well maintained nails, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
  
  Being the right hand man of the Avancini family is like gazing into the eye of the storm. At it's core, there is calm and balance, but it's hand directly plays a role in controlling the chaos around it. Sal respects her family, and cares for it more than anything in the world. The Avancini clan was what gave her a roof over her head, after all. The role that she plays is one that she does not take lightly.
  
  A woman hardened from a world that shows even children it's harshest of cruelties, Salomé is many things. Extremely loyal, cunning, silver tongued, saccharine sweet, and intelligent. After being taken advantage of in so many vulnerable moments of her life, she has resolutely decided never to be vulnerable again (a ridiculous notion, but true: she very rarely shows her true feelings to anybody, even the Empress). Once, a man held her heart in his hands. Never again, she thought. Never again. Salomé is the type to enjoy having power over others; it is an addicting, dangerous feeling. She loves being sociable, being around others, if not for the entertainment then for what they can give her, what they can reveal to her. "You can tell me, if you need to get something off of your chest. Your secrets are safe with me." She'll tell anybody cloyingly sweet words, exactly what they like to hear, and when she finds it profitable, the monkey's paw will close another finger.
• Un corazón expuesto.

  There are only three truths about Salomé's life that she cares to reveal.
  
  Firstly, she had heart problems ever since she was born, resulting in two open heart surgeries in her youth. One as a child, the next as a young teenager.
  
  Salomé should not have been born into the world with a beating heart. Ever since she left her poor mother's womb, the young child could only watch from the hot sidewalks of Medellín as the children played and rejoiced in their splendid energy and youth. She was allowed no such indulgence; too dangerous for your heart, her mother would say. The oldest of three girls, raised by a single hard working mother, the streets of Colombia were dangerous and scrappy. If you didn't learn to watch your back, you would soon find a knife embedded in it. Her mother worked as a nurse in a hospital past capacity. Each day, they prayed, ate scraps for dinner, and slept as gunshots and violence rang out against the tin roof of their home.
  
  There was a guilt there, lingering like a ghost too burdened to rest. Salomé felt guilty for being born. The debt that accrued from her medications, doctors visits and surgeries, it was far too much for her mother to bear. Nearly all of their money was drained towards it, and even as a "free" healthcare was granted to the country only a few years after she was born, what they owed already racked up. The problem in their country was not a lack of doctors or a lack of care, but a lack of medicine. "It was not easy to get this for you, mija. You must take it." Her mother would say before forcing pills down her throat.
  

  Que vida, mama? Que vida?

  The second truth that Salomé reveals to people is that she wasn't born in the U.S., but it's a fact that is made obvious by her accent. It comes as no surprise that she likes to pick and choose what people hear.
  
  Her mother died when Salomé was only sixteen years old, and her father was nowhere to be found. Likely drunk in the streets, or gambling whatever few cents he had left in his pocket. There were times of calm when he would come home sober, asking for forgiveness with a meal from their favorite take out restaurant and a pastelito de chocolate in a small carton. He only returned once after their mother died, with that same little chocolate cake and a kiss to Salomé's forehead, before leaving for good. She split it in threes, giving the two larger pieces to her twin little sisters- ("They were only fourteen, father, how could you leave us when they're just children?")- and made a plan.
  
  There was opportunity in America. That was what people always said. Work and money and wealth and excess. More than enough to go around.
  
  Her sisters were left with her elderly neighbors. She kissed them both upon the forehead, just as her father did, and left. On a combi filled with other immigrants praying for a better life across the border, Salomé traveled and walked until her feet bled.

  Opulencia, y lo que venga despues.

  Salomé's third and final truth is simple: she trusts the Empress more than anybody else in the world. Enough to trust them with her heart.
  
  Some way, somehow, Salomé arrived to the United States and found refuge. The early years of her life in a new country are details that she reveals to nearly nobody: she doesn't need to tell the world, the people she holds power over, just how she had to grovel and fight and claw her way up to have a scrap of anything in life. Armed with only her instincts and her wit, her weak heart survived and lived to tell the tale. There was no honor in it, doing the dirtiest of deeds just to earn five dollars. It was easy for people to see her iron will, how Salomé could carry secrets to the grave if it meant gaining somebody's favor. She devoured, she bled, she bent her spine to the point of snapping and saw God under her fingernails, and overdosed on the floor of a brothel. Meeting the Empress was perhaps the most pivotal moment of her life. She wouldn't be alive without them.
  
  It was not only the Empress who saved Salomé, but the Avancini family as well.
  
  If anybody asked Salomé, she would say in all honesty she lived her role. The right hand man was nothing to frown upon. If anything, she felt as if the clock of destiny was slowly ticking closer into place. All of those talents, once frowned upon, were being put to good use.
  
  Eaten or rotten, I am all mouth.
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  The devil wears prada, but only when she feels like it. For, having been one to prioritize her closet more than her actual to-do list, she’s known to be both put together and sloppy, it only matters what day you manage to catch a fleeting glimpse of her. One with the times, her days are filled with comfort, bagginess and grease stains. Her nights? A completely different story- scratch that, a completely different person.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Cleo, f. definition: “The celebrated one.”
  
  A familiar face within several circles, Cleo is an enigma to be spotted. Lingering but never truly present, the loud spirit, however welcoming she may appear, could never be more than a shadow of the very streets she walks. Dawning calculative eyes, the devil often watches as lovers flee in and out of an open bed, as friends consume themselves in her wonder before drifting off into their own exuberant highs. She gazes at them through expectant eyes, cigarette laying lazily between chapped lips, knowing that in the end, their exits would become inevitable. And so she carries on dangerously, clouded mind chasing after more drugs, more lovers, more friends, whatever it’d take to fill the hollowness that remains in her chest. But in the end, it would never be enough.
  
  After all, she was that of an empty charmer- filled with promises, promises that life could, would be beautiful in the warmth of her arms. Though It rarely ever was. Withdrawals and nights spent alone sopping wet were the well-kept secrets behind her actions, the echoing laugh that seemed to follow her wherever she went would disappear and instead, what stood before her was nothing short of the blatant & bare truth. She was not only alone, but a mere vessel with devil knows what coursing through her veins. Her once fleshy cheeks that seemed to bunch up in toothy smiles would hollow in the company of her own reflection, the once lively eyes that twinkled in a manner more unforgettable than not, became dull in her own conscience. She was a facade- an enchanting one, but a facade nonetheless. After all, those highs only last so long. And those lows? Well those lows lasted forever.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  “An orphan lacks a first love. The love of his mother and father. And so it may be, an orphan knows no way of knowing love at all.” - Unknown.
  
  It was a cold night- it always has been and it always would be. It was a cold night the first time the devil gazed upward to meet no one, to see nothing. Some would say that she’d been abandoned by impoverished beggars upon the doorsteps of the very Don himself, while others simply make whispers of another bastard child. Whatever the case, she’d never come to know, for in the eyes of the devil, the Adamskis were the only family she could call her own. Brought up as an outsider on the inside, the hell-dweller was nothing short of a troublesome child whom brought violence along with her wherever she went- a stubborn pursuit that still follows her to this day. Uncertain of her identity, she never felt quite at home, not when she looked so different from the rest. Playground children were the most ruthless.
  
  However, having been born with a fear of abandonment, the devil had once been an Angel before her great demise. She was Lucifer- Lucinda, if you will. A giver, the devil was always a bargainer of sorts. Why she’d offer you unholy lettuce in return for your company, a night alone in hopes of companionship, the lengths she’d go to were dangerously always far & wide. Oh how she just wishes that they’d stay. And so, her wild elementary and high school days had turned into loud college nights, until she’d met them, that is. They'd steadied her, made her feel less of an alien and more of a person. Though it seems her young naivety had an awful habit of casting her astray, for she’d fallen for them, fallen deeply and fallen hard….
  
  Some rumor them to have been a blood-thirsty Avacini, for the feud was no humble little secret. Others claim they’d been a swindler, but another common criminal who, in the end, left her nearly lifeless and without a ravaged heart. Her conclusion? Never trust an Avacini again.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  - does not know the first thing to do with children, will give it alcohol if it asks nice enough.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Eamon Aisling Fox

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  Fox|Foxie

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  age

  Twenty-Eight

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  date of birth

  November 15th

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  gender

  Cismale

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  sexuality

  Bisexual

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  family

  Avancini

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  role

  The Fool
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  The icy blue eyes are shielded majority of the time by his dark brown, neck length, curly hair. Eamon has kept the same hair length since his youthful years in high school. He has never dyed or altered his hair with chemicals. When damp you would think Eamon is a wet dog with how his hair clings to his face and back of his neck. He has never grew his hair out and gives himself a routine haircut to maintain his current length. When touched his hair is extremely soft and easy to card fingers through, there is nothing special he does to his hair but close members in his friend group tend to have a difficult time resisting the temptation to touch.

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  Eamon has icy blue eyes that are usually hollowed and emotionless. The icy blue eyes have a bold fire in them when his personal and family affairs are revealed without his permission. The blue eyes shine when asked about his hobbies and people are genuinely interested. It's almost as if there is a switch in his mind the intensity behind his blue eyes.

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  Icy blue hollowed eyes, restless nights, smell of cheap colonge masking aftershave, khaki jackets, work boots with dried up mud, flannel shirts and wool sweaters, Guinness beer, earl grey/english breakfast tea, mixed martial arts.

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  Eamon has the most basic sense of fashion known to man. He has never been interested in a high-quality fashion, flannel shirts, khaki jackets, and jeans are more than enough for him. Don't even think about suggesting suit and tie attire to him, he will ignore you like the plague. Eamon never likes skin-tight and expensive clothes, he prefers clothes that he could find at the local thrift store or in the clearance section. Eamon becomes very uncomfortable in big-name clothing and does enjoy being out of his comfort zone.

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  A few scars scattered around his body.

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    T-bone steak w/potatoes and roasted veggies

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  personality

  Eamon is a quiet man who uses few words when spoken to directly. He doesnt voice his opinions randomly and always has a stoic expression on his face. Most would steer clear of him because of his astute and emotionless demeanor, other believe he has no soul and is just an empty shell of a human. Eamon has emotions but after a personal altercation with a family member he became more reserved. Eamon is observational and doesn't jump the gun when situations aren't going the right way. Most of his emotions are shown through his eyes, the dullness in his icy blue eyes are struck with fire when his personal life and family are brought up or involved. Eamons intuitions are good and he is always aware of his surroundings, he takes information well and when spoken to, knows which questions to ask to get the answers he wants.
  
  Eamon does have hobbies and interests as others do, he doesn't share them unless asked to. Eamon doesn't want to bother others with his personal interests and he also doesn't want others to bother him during his leisure activities. When talked to Eamons may speak few words but conversations with him are insightful and calming.
• first stage of life

  Eamon was born in Limerick, Ireland to his father an executive marketing specialist and his mother a florist. The family moved to New York when Eamon was seven years old due to his father being permanently assigned overseas. Eamon was an only child until he became an older brother at the age of twelve when his parents adopted a baby girl and gave her the name Guinevere. Eamon always made sure she wasn't in harm's way. She looked up to him and knew she could always rely on him. Eamon joined the police academy after graduating high school. Eamon was always drawn to serving his community and protecting the people he loved. During his time in the police academy, his sister became more dependant on him, too much that it was slowly becoming a nuisance for Eamon. He asked her many times why the sudden change in her behavior but she was always hesitant to answer him.

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  *Trigger Warnings; Rape, Assault, Attempted Murder*
  After Eamon finished his police academy and officially became a police officer in the NYPD, Eamon became ore busy with work meaning he wasn't able to visit his family as much. He was present for short periods of time and this upset his sister. During his sister's final year in high school, Eamon went to visit the family over the summer break while on duty. He was happy to see his family and hoped to hash out any problems he and his sister had. It was a very fun experience to open his sisters' bedroom to see his father on top of her, his sweating body between her legs. The dead and hollowness of her eyes were filled with tears as she made eye contact with the icy blue eyes. The sense of regret and pain filled Eamon's eyes as his sisters were still filled with tears that never stopped. The pain was suddenly filled with rage as Eamons vision became red and everything went black. He was finally snapped out of his rampage when police arrived and forcefully pulled him from his father. The older man was a bloody mess, barely breathing corpse. Eamon's fists were covered in his father's blood and his sister was in the corner crying out for him to be let go.

  third stage of life

  After the incident, Eamon was sentenced to five years in prison and stripped of his police badge for attempted murder and assault, the only reason his sentence was no longer was because his sister testified against their father in court. Eamon's father was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for rape and sexual assault with no parole. After Eamon was released from prison he became very distant from his family, feeling guilty for not listening to his sisters' pleas for help from the man who raised them both. If he hadn't been pulled off his father, the old man would have been murdered with no remorse. After his release from prison, Eamon turned to gang life for foolish reasons. He thought there was nothing left in his life he could accomplish since he was a convicted felon. He believed that his only option to get back on his feet, provide for himself was to become the opposite of what he was in the past. He was in a few gangs as a musclehead before he joined the Avancini as their new recruit.
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