Realistic or Modern 𝐒𝐨, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞? -- Residents

[miyabi]

So, This Is Love?

applications

application info.

MAPLEBROOKE ESTATE

Your company has been requested to join us in your romantic endeavors at the Maplebrooke Estate. May you find love and companionship on your stay, should you wish to come. October 1st at 5 o'clock, P.M.

full name.
age.
sexuality.
pronouns.
birthday.
occupation.

personality.
background.

other information you'd like to include.

♡coded by uxie♡

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[miyabi]

lydia chen

# the author

# gemma chan

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[miyabi]

moses hargreeves

# the doctor

# young hugh grant

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[thespectacularstorm]

Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before,

basics.

full name : Joanna Alice Pembroke
alias : Annie - Jo
sex & pronouns : Female - She/Her
age : Twenty-four
birthday : June 30 - Cancer
sexuality : Demisexual Panromantic
occupation : None
role : the princess

visage.

skin : pale and dewy, usually with the scent of rose and peaches
eyes : cerulean blue
hair : blonde - nearly platinum blonde
height : 5'5"
weight : 133 lbs
physique : slender, curvy, muscle-less
faceclaim : Emilia Clarke

psyche.

likes : galas - gardens - oceans
dislikes : losing emotional control - practicing etiquette - dinner parties
fears : losing her freedom - spiders - insects
hobbies : painting - dance
habits : biting lip when focusing or interested - playing with hair
personality : Annie is a person who could be described as "full of whimsy". She enjoys spontaneity over routine and causing mischief she can get away with. She's not afraid of running through the puddles in the rain or getting her hands dirty. She speaks her mind rather freely, when she is able, and doesn't like to hold her tongue. Often times she might come off as rude or snippy but that is just a part of her radiant personality. She can be a very sentimental or sensitive person when one gets to know her, valuing interpersonal relationships and family more than material objects.

While she has a more childish demeanor, Annie was raised by a duchess first and foremost. She has extensive knowledge of proper etiquette, language, and how to present herself to others. The girl can be quite formal and reserved when she has to be as if it were night and day. She does feel trapped by this life in that regard. Her parents are more willing to marry her off to someone of their status than they are to allow her to follow her dreams.

other.

background : Born the only daughter and child to one of the many princes of England and his wife, the duchess of Lancaster. With royal blood running through her veins, Joanna was raised under the precepts of a princess. She was trained daily in etiquette and worldly knowledge, learned different forms of dance, and even how to address the people at a young age. Many believed life was easy being raised with a literal silver spoon from birth but there was a lot of work that went into it. She wasn't allowed to make her own decisions or present herself in any way other than what was considered desirable. Every aspect of her life had been dictated for her from since her conception.

At some point in her youth, her father fell ill and did not recover. He passed after a heart attack and her mother wept for years. They were allowed to remain under the protection of the royal family simply because Joanna carried their blood. Otherwise, they would have been cast right back to where her mother came from. She retained her title and by the time Jo entered her teen years, her mother had found a new husband. Joey's father, a wealthy trader who owned a booming port company. He controlled a vast majority of exports coming through Lancaster and dominated the field. Joanna had been skeptical, and remained as such long after the wedding. Her mother was happy at the very least so for the time, she'd suck it up.

The coming years were difficult adjusting to no longer being an only child but being the youngest one at that. Joey was the polar opposite of her so it was difficult for them to get along. He saw her as nothing more than a spoiled child and she saw him as someone a bit too stiff. She spent years trying to make it work between them, many thanks to her mother forcing them to get along, and eventually they began to tolerate each other. They still have a strange chemistry where it is difficult to show they care but they both definitely know they do.

I don't wanna be you anymore.

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[xayah.]

catalina

BLONDIN

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

01

basic information

name

Catalina Maeve Blondin

nickname

Lina in an endearing way by her biological mother & Maeve by her hunting group. She highly dislikes being addressed by her first name when it's not necessary.

gender

Female - She/Her

age

26

date of birth

July 14

Title

The Immigrant

Occupation

Hunter

Ethnicity

French

02

appearance

height

5'7"

hair

Flows halfway down her back in waves. Strangely brunette, if not black. Very peculiar.

eyes

A swirl of green and hazel with green being more dominant in lighter settings and hazel in darker ones. Generally dim and devoid of interest.

miscellaneous

Always wears a ring with two unknown initials roughly etched inside on her right ring finger that is far too simple for a lady of her lineage.

faceclaim

Mylene Jampanoi

“It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.” – George Lorimer

03

personality

There is so much a lady should not be that it seems impossible to encompass all of these vices at once, and yet, somehow by the grace of whatever divine being exists above, Catalina manages to do so. It is not that she lacks the ability to recognize the impact of her behavior on others. Catalina is far from dense or self-centered; in fact, her natural astuteness and observational skills would seem to make her even more perceptive of the public's discomfort or disapproval. She simply chooses not to care.

Where as a lady should be outgoing, compassionate, servile, artistic, considerate, and elegant, Catalina is reserved, indifferent, assertive, athletic, blunt, and lively. Years of judgemental stares, both at her behavior and status as an immigrant, have persuaded Catalina to keep to herself. She enters every extravagant room with the notion that her existence bothers others regardless of whether or not she expresses herself. As a result, her presence is hardly felt at parties, yet she somehow always becomes the target of belligerent harrassment. Thankfully, the noble lady is thick-skinned, internally and externally. She remains calm under pressure, lest a few unpleasant and extremely unladylike—but true—words leave her lips, choosing silence over her other options at parties and gatherings. High society requires tact and elegance, two things the French noble lady struggles to wield. Her indifference towards... almost everything really is how the walls she surrounds herself with choose to express themselves. It is better to be detached than hurt by letting yourself get too close; that is a lesson Catalina knows all too well.

Painting is a mess. Poetry is a jumble of words. Music is a cacophony. Always embarrassing herself during high and refined activities, Catalina struggles to be interested and usually doesn't try acting like she is. But in the presence of the outdoors, Catalina comes alive under the name of Maeve. Her eyes brighten, steps lighten, and a slight smile widens—a small semblance of a young, naive girl returns. She becomes assertive and dominant, unafraid to lead a hunt, and feels alive. She becomes lively, if not a bit rowdy, far more loose-lipped, and highly protective of her party. Constantly juggling between the reserved Catalina and the passionate Maeve, only one thing is for sure: do not give her commands. She'll do everything in her power to avoid it, if not spite you in the process.

04

backstory

Owners of the Blondin name are easily identifiable throughout France: sleek ash blonde hair has run through every generation of the family since its founding. Is it any wonder why Catalina was an outcast from birth? With locks as dark as night and natural waves, rumors and disdain were aplenty. It was clear that the madame of the house was not her madame.

So as a child, Catalina had little of the lessons that were expected of nobles. Besides the basic literacy, arithmetic, etiquette, and history, because it would be more embarrassing for the Blondins to have an uneducated illegitimate child than just an illegitimate one, Catalina was free to explore as she wished. Her father was simply wrapped around the madame's finger, too busy gawking to deal with the problem he brought into the household. He paid no mind to the treatment she received, treatment that was worse than a commoner child worker. And although it hurt Catalina, she eventually grew less attached to the family as her younger, and legitimate, half-brother was spoiled rotten by virtue of his hair. Nature became her solace.

She snuck around the manor's fields and forests, morning or night, and growing more and more comfortable with being alone over time. During this time, Catalina picked up the bow. How? That is a tale she refuses to confide in anyone. Maybe because she simply doesn't have anyone to trust her story with. Nonetheless, the rest of Catalina's childhood was spent practicing her hunting skills or being neglected. The moment she was of marriageable age, her family began the arrangements. She might've been a disgrace, but she was a valuable disgrace—one that could be used as a bargaining chip.

A shame she never learned any... attractive qualities. Catalina quickly developed a reputation for her rapid-fire engagements and cancelations. France's wild child. Almost every echelon of society was speaking ill of her and her family. In a way, it was Catalina's way of getting her revenge on her parents, but they were not done yet. Catalina was shipped off to England the moment she was deemed an old maid at the ripe old age of 22. It was a fresh start—one that allowed the immigrant to establish herself among the hunting community as Maeve despite their disdain and ridicule of her. For a woman with a silly accent, she sure could shoot. It was a lucrative business, and although her family sent her enough money for a decent lifestyle—as long as she continued to go on their arranged meetings—Catalina was far more comfortable without relying on them. Besides, her matches in England were just as futile as in France which both frustrated her family and somewhat dampered her spirits despite what she said. After all, freedom is exhilarating, but it becomes monotonous alone.

05

relationships

Catalina has a strong disdain for her father, the madame of the Blondin household, and a slight distaste for her spoiler younger half-sibling. Their meddling in her life angers her greatly, and she takes great risks to spite them or render their plans futile.

Catalina isn't exactly well-acquainted in England, especially with her tendency to not be the starter of conversations, but she has a great bond with her hunting party. They have taught her a great amount of English and tease her about her funny pronounciation at times. Without them, Catalina would not have found her escape from reality. Having established herself as a reputable huntress, they are all like brothers to her—the caring kind she never had. She has no female friends, and barely any acquaintances, that would ever request her presence at gatherings or parties.

06

headcanons

- prefers warm yet saturated colors. only exception is purple as it's her favorite color
- if she loses her ring, she won't rest until she find it and becomes highly irritated
- the type to do anything to not get her portrait done out of fear people will recognize her and see all her flaws
- decent at dancing at balls but never gets invited to the floor
- always stabs herself multiple times whenever she tries using a needle
- has a vast knowledge of botany and animals
- loves stargazing for hours on end
- has a charming smile but is stuck on resting bitch face 24/7
- can cook decently but a god awful baker and will burn desserts left and right
- the less intricate a dress, the better
- is awfully good at faking being sleep
- has callouses on her right hand only from archery and will never show it to others as a result

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[miyabi]

Tomé Esperanza

# the servant

# peter gadiot

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[thespectacularstorm]

the trustfund heir

fc: tom holland

Joey Nathaniel Pembroke

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[erzulie]

so, this is love?
❛i have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.❜

✦ LAVINIA ✦​

— DOSSIER.
name: lavinia marianne huxley
meaning from lavinium. in roman mythology lavinia was the wife of aeneas, and thus mother to the roman people.
nicknames: lav | a nickname given to her by her sisters and only responds when they refer to her as lav. everyone else is corrected swiftly.
age: 24 years old
sexuality: pansexual
pronouns: she/her
birthdate: february 17th
occupation: heiress

— VISAGE.
appearance: lavinia has curly, midnight black hair that she prefers to keep in various updo’s. she mostly keeps it up to keep it out of her face and because it’s easier to deal with that way. she takes care of her hair, leaving the curls bouncy and soft. her eyes are soft, perhaps even a little sad behind her cool expression. they’re framed by long lashes and are the color of earth. lavinia has vibrant, dark brown skin. it’s soft and often smells of her favorite scents, vanilla and brown sugar. beneath her expensive dresses, lavinia has a figure that’s similar to a pear. she’s taller than average, standing at 5’9”.


— PERSONA.
personality: society knows lavinia as the respectable eldest daughter of the huxley family. poise and grace has been ingrained into her very being. lavinia carries herself with elegance. like any who has been born into high society, her back is as straight as a rod and her head is held high. for such a young woman she seems so sure of herself and what she wants in life. she is a bit of a mystery to those around her.

unlike her socialite mother and charming little sisters, lavinia prefers her own company rather than the company of others. when attending the usual ball or gathering of high society, lavinia will mingle just under what is considered acceptable and then disappear for the rest of the night. she can often be found within some secluded corner or on a balcony. people tend to drain her energy rather fast.

within her there’s a curiosity, a longing for something more than what life has to offer her currently. lavinia is very interested in the world around her, she wishes to travel, to learn all that she can. but she keeps this side of herself under lock and key. she knows how society feels about outspoken women, how they view woman with more on their mind than bearing children and looking their best.

— HISTORY.
background: lavinia was lucky enough to be born into a family as wealthy and prestigious as the huxley family. it was obvious that she would want for little, that she wouldn’t have to lift a finger in life. should she choose to lavinia would be able to live off of her family’s money until she got married, their fortune stretched into lifetimes. as a child lavinia had the typical life of a noble child, an important one at that. while her mother was out socializing and her father tending to his businesses, she was often looked after by a governess. lavinia was taught everything ranging from math to etiquette. she excelled in school, much to the pride of her parents. it was literature that she adored, little lavinia could get lost in the books she read. tales of brave knights, of monsters, and faraway worlds filled up her book collection. it wasn’t long before she moved onto non-fiction as well.

for a time, life was bliss. lavinia was something of a shy child. her mother would push her, encourage her to make connections during play dates and socialize just as she did. but much to her frustration, lavinia preferred to be on the sidelines. to her mother’s disappointment, she didn’t grow out of it. the two of them didn’t meet eye to eye often and as a result her mother became all the more controlling. lavinia remember mother scolding her, ripping her books out of her hands for dirtying a dress after she’d sat under a tree to read. it worsened as she got older and time came for her to make her debut.

her first night didn’t go well. lavinia will never forget the stares, how she had to listen to boys her age go on and on about themselves in hopes of impressing her, how they hadn’t asked about her or her interest. she has made the mistake though, of revealing her love for literature, her intelligence and she’ll never forget the humiliation after. a lavinia vowed to keep herself off of the market, to never marry for as long as she lived. her feelings didn’t change as seasons passed.

when her sisters were born lavinia was tasked with looking out for them, guiding them in life. she took her duty seriously and became a rock for them, she stayed strong for them, offering a shoulder and wiping their tear when they cried. the three of them loved eachofher dearly and it showed. and lavinia kept her mother’s attention on her, getting into arguments so that her sisters looked better.

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[miyabi]

k.p. gallagher

# the estate owner

# sope dirisu

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[fancries1]

Isabela Esmeralda Cuervos

The family disappointment

Adelaine Kane

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[mother of sorrows]

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐨 𝐃'𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫.

Age. 24
Sexuality. Bisexual
Pronouns. He/him
Birthday. October 23th
Occupation. Noble Heir

Personality. Endless lessons on etiquette and decorum have fallen on carefully listening ears; raised to be an idol of politeness, Artemio carries with him an air of dignity and grace that is like second nature at this point. Perfectly natured, trained in all rules of the social game and educated in the halls of the most prestigious learning institutes in England - and yet unable to talk out of strictly dictated social interactions, acting so terribly anxious as if he has not spoken before in his life. A stark contrast to his outgoing cousin, Artemio is a shy, awkward man, ready to rant about any academic topic taking hostage of his mind - and yet running away from intimate parties and interactions like they might hurt him physically.

Background. Having grown up as the sole child of one Lord and Lady D'aureville, Artemio was raised in a coldly formal, yet undeniably caring family. Perhaps his parents never talked to him like to a child, but like to a man of his standing, but they never spared any expense when it came to their son. Education and long hours spent into the night pouring over dusty books and scriptures were the hallmark of his dawning years, only rarely interacting with children his age in a context of play. The only exception was his cousin - Brooks, his much more energetic counterpart. If it were not for him, Artemio would have never gotten into all of the trouble they caused during free hours of the day. Children no longer they might be, but their bond remains. And so does their dynamic of Artemio trying to stop Brooks from unavoidably wreaking havoc.

Artemio has yet to succeed in that, but he is optimistic.

 

[mother of sorrows]

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐯𝐢.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭.

 

[mother of sorrows]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐢𝐱.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

 

[blue-jay]

scroll

scroll

❝

o wind,
rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
fruit cannot drop
through this thick air.

h.d.

the painter

althea.

full name

althea may marigold

nicknames

thea, thee

gender

woman (she/her)

age

twenty-three

d.o.b.

april 6th

occupation

visual artist

sexuality

hetero (questioning)

bedroom talks

fazerdaze

01.

visage

height

5'4

weight

115 lbs

hair c.

black

eye c.

brown

faceclaim

crystal clarke

02.

psyche

There are two people: who Althea tries to be and who Althea yearns to be. The woman Althea tries to be is stoic, stately, and prideful. She has a sharp wit, but this wit limits itself to the conventions of ladylike humor. This woman is competitive (with other noblewomen), and she is neat, valuing organization and cleanliness above all. This woman is, in actuality, not real. This woman is a projection of her mother's ideas. The girl that Althea yearns to be (and actually is) is naïve, yet intelligent. Self-conscious, but very passionate about her craft and her ideas. So much time being forced indoors has left her somewhat apprehensive, but she's more than willing to be brave when an adventure presents itself. Where there is fear, there can be courage, especially with a push from someone she trusts. She is tenderhearted and, despite her demure exterior, quite opinionated. She is not stoic or stately, but rather eager and starry-eyed. A little clumsy and prone to giggling. Some might say juvenile, as there's still so much out there for her to feel, learn, and witness. This girl bleeds through Althea's façade constantly.

These two versions of Althea are at war constantly. Although Althea feels that she can't admit it to anyone, she wants the youthful girl to triumph over the prideful lady. Yet, she feels stuck—stuck by convention, expectation, and fear. Her passions are evident in her brush strokes, but will she muster up the courage to show them by being that starry-eyed girl she tries to hide? Is she willing to disappoint Mother so she can be true to herself at last?

virtues

Observant, creative, tender, starry-eyed, eager, intelligent

vices

Apprehensive, diffident, vulnerable to pressure, naïve, has a façade, capricious

likes

Art/painting, the idea of romance, watching operas, the countryside, intimate conversations, getting to be herself

dislikes

The person she feels pressured to be, industry (smoke, metal, soot), staying indoors too long, boredom, philistines

fears

Failing to live up to her mother's expectations, yet she also fears living up to them and feeling unhappy and untrue to herself

03.

history

Althea was born in early spring to Alfred Marigold, a successful industrial tycoon, and Delphine Marigold, a famous opera singer from France. She was the youngest of four and the only girl. She was doted on by her three older brothers and specifically her mother. As soon as Althea was old enough to walk and talk, Delphine took on her upbringing like a passion project. Since little Thea was her only daughter, Delphine was determined to make the girl into the ideal noblewoman: a reflection of Delphine herself. She tried training her in the art of opera performance, but little Thea was terribly shy and dreaded being on stage. Her eldest brother, Walter, gifted her canvases and a set of finely made paints for her sixth birthday. She fell in love with painting almost immediately. She began painting things around the Marigold residence and in the countryside surrounding it.

Delphine's instruction didn't stop there, however. Little Thea (just "Thee" to her brothers) had strict daily etiquette lessons on top of the typical schooling for a young girl of noble status. Althea felt suffocated by this curriculum; all it seemed to do was chastise her for having fun. Because of this, she and her mother were constantly at odds, though it usually ended with Althea acquiessing when her mother brought out the waterworks. After some time, Althea became resigned to repressing her whims and emotions. She developed a certain meekness in front of her mother and the general public.

Whenever she had free time away from these lessons, Althea either painted or spent time with her brothers. Her father was usually away for business. While her mother tried to tame her passions, she felt that her brothers embraced her as she was. Walter in particular encouraged her to practice her painting and foster her curiosity. Seeing how eager she was to learn about art, he took her to galleries and schooled her in art history. Sometimes, when Delphine wasn't within earshot, he would say to her: "I know Mother desires that you be a certain way, Thee, but please remember who you are when you're with George, Earnest, and me. Remember to be true to yourself, because if you're not you will live with many regrets."

When Althea was twenty-one, just a few months before she was to debut (she would've debuted earlier, but Mother insisted that she was still not ready), Walter died in an industrial accident. All of the Marigold family was devastated, but Althea in particular was completely broken. Feeling lost and alone, she entered a grieving period that lasted two years, during which she painted and painted. Before Walter's death, she had been trying to conform to the popular style of Neoclassicism, despite the fact that her heart yearned to make different art. After Walter's death, she abandoned all inhibition and her style changed completely. Unlike her peers, she began painting common subjects and paying attention to the effect of movement and light on perception. This is part of the reason she receives criticism in the art world now.

Now, Althea has emerged from her grieving period, reassured by the thought that Walter would want her to be happy. Without Walter around, it has been easier for Delphine to pressure and manipulate Althea, although she hasn't forgotten her brother's instruction to be true to herself completely. How will being at Maplebrooke Estate change Althea? Will it change her greatly? Irreversibly?

04.

gallery

05.

connections

character name

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06.

miscellaneous

whatever

hello

whatever

hello

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[ravensunset]

• 1. ignore how long this is, don't change it.
• 2.
• 3.
• 4.

• 
  

  run away.
  it was a powerful instinct;

  i've been seeing saints holding hands, and my god is trans

  i've been seeing saints holding hands, and my god is trans
• i want to be happy
  but something inside me

  Basics

  Name: Theodosia Ayles.
  Age: Twenty-four.
  Sexuality: Bisexual.
  Pronouns: she/her.
  Birthday: March 20th.
  

  Appearance

  Hair: Long, light blonde hair frames Theodosia’s face in waves of relaxed curls. She keeps it mostly worn down, occasionally with braids or pins being used to keep it out of her eyes. It’s well taken care of, a luxury afforded by her wealth and time, leaving it soft and bouncy, yet has a wispy quality to it. Being in the sunlight makes it seem an even lighter color, the rays passing through its thin strands making it almost seem to glow.
  
  Visage: The most noticeable part of Theodosia’s appearance is the abundance of freckles covering the entirety of her face. The second, she would say, are her eyes, large and evening-sky blue and always focused on something. Others, however, would note her smile, stretching out across the lower half of her face and its effects reaching even further up to her eyes when it’s prompted out of her. Her eyebrows are thick yet the same blonde as the rest of her hair and she’s rather expressionate, bursting with emotions and often displaying them clearly.
  
  Skin: Theodosia was always a girl of a very pale complexion, and spending most of her life inside with her preferred time for walks being evening and night meant minimal sunlight only adding to that. Her skin is smooth, never having seen much work to callus or significantly damage it. However, her body is marked both by her freckles and by traces of scrapes and scars from the bumps and falls of an unruly child.
  
  Build: Standing at 5'9", Theodosia has a slightly lanky figure, being on the thinner side and lacking much muscle. She has a good command of her body, with fast reflexes and managing to hold it in a way that hides much awkwardness.

  screams that i do not
  deserve it.
• Personality

  Theodosia’s earliest companion was knowledge, her earliest drive her curiosity. A childhood spent in libraries, Theodosia’s always, always aching for the feeling of turning book pages, of having another question to ask. Theodosia’s earliest solution to her boredom was learning, and it’s left her intelligent and well read, some of the earliest traits Theodosia’s speech reveals about herself. She’s incredibly perceptive, used to watching the world around her as much as escaping into that of books, and a bit of a people watcher, or just a watcher of goings on around her, just as infinitely curious about them,
  
  As a child, Theodosia was even more unruly than could’ve been expected, always moving or running about and more often than not getting herself into trouble. Growing up, she learned to be more careful, learning to command her body with grace and no longer being as accident-prone, but the hyperactivity never left her. She’s almost always in motion, if needed to sit or stand still she’ll be tapping her legs or a finger, or otherwise ensuring she never feels too still. Theodosia’s always wondered whether her drive for exploration came from this trait, fueling her to want to travel further and further, run further and further away.
  
  Someone able to get bored far too easily and too quick of a thinker to even keep up with herself at times, Theodosia’s constantly full of ideas, from a new topic she’d decided to learn about to a place to sneak into to a skill to acquire. She’s never deterred by the perceived difficulty of a task, willing to work through any challenge and able to spend days focused to the point of ignoring most else in her life. However, she’s rarely able to focus on a goal for more than a few days, the initial excitement wearing off and jumping onto her next idea.
  
  Theodosia would say her mind’s most active time is the middle of the night. She almost always finds herself unable to sleep when she is supposed to, even when she does really try, her thoughts too active or her body just refusing to cooperate. Along with her impatient temperament, she’s rarely able to try for long, and more than often it ends with late night walks, or most of her books being finished by the light of the moon.
  
  While she’d learned a lot growing up and has no shortage of tricks up her sleeve, Theodosia is strongly marked by never fully having learned her way around human interaction. A highly observant woman, she’s able to effortlessly read people, and never knows well enough when to keep her thoughts to herself. She tends towards being quite honest, rarely seeing the purpose of lies, and can be blunt or on occasion burst comments out without thinking. She’s always wanted a connection with others, and never quite known how to achieve that, especially with much of the high society she comes from’s social customs seeming to exist only to block any potential interest out of a conversation, in her opinion.
  
  Theodosia’s always been somewhat of a dreamer, an idealist. She’s all too used to elaborate daydreams of what a happy life for her might look like, of running away into the sunset or reaching up to the stars, all too often a victim of her imagination. She’s spent her life’s share of evenings lying on the grass behind her estate, staring up at the sky. Theodosia’s always felt as though she’s reaching for something, perhaps happiness if a word had to be put to it, that lies just out of her reach, Despite that, she does fully believe in the possibility, believes in the necessity of trying for what one wants and not giving up, and fully believes in the good of most people and the beauty of most of the world around her.
  

  i am homesick for a place i am not sure even exists.

  call me friend but keep me closer.

  • 1.
  • 2.
  • 3.

  • Aesthetic

    The night sky, Old books. Empty hallways. The sun.
    Globes. Laughter. Moonlight on cobblestone.
    Nighttime streets. Hushed whispers. Silent
    footsteps. Locked doors. Gold decor. High ceilings.
    Light sneaking under closed doors. Sunlight through
    windows. Fairy lights. Aching loneliness. Being awake
    past midnight. A library’s endless expanse.
  • Likes

    Stargazing. Reading. The feeling of sunlight on skin.
    Tea. Exploration. The company of just a few others.
    Long walks. Long conversations. Libraries. Puzzles.
    The smell after rain.
  • Dislikes

    Most dresses. Sitting still. Fake politeness. Being told
    what to do. Trying to sleep. Being forced into
    social situations. Having nothing to do.

  ................
• a persistent yearning
  to feel at home
  in this skin,

  A victim of my perceptions, it is natural that I should love light and as a dreamer

  History

  As far as stories go, Theodosia’s was a simple one. She was born the seventh and youngest child in an old, established family, a title, land, and business to their name. Theodosia was never going to inherit the family’s estate, and her parents didn’t have the time to give attention to another child, especially one too far down the line to provide much use. Her siblings all saw her as too young to be fun to play with, and Theodosia’s childhood was marked largely with being alone.
  
  Fortunately, the estate had no shortage of ways for the girl to entertain herself. She memorized every passageway, spent countless hours in their library until she was certain of being the best-read member of their family, learning the language of each book she couldn’t immediately understand, eventually figured out how to bypass locked doors, and was no stranger to eavesdropping on any of her parents’ discussions that sounded sufficiently interesting. Theodosia never quite clicked into the family either, never ladylike or proper or in her own interpretation, boring enough for them. As a teenager and young woman, she found it progressively easier to sneak off their grounds at night and walk and explore to her heart’s content, pretending as though she could leave her life behind. Of course, it never fully was content, not with her having to return home each night.
  
  Of course, almost as soon as she came of age, Theodosia’s family decided the most productive thing to do with the young woman was to marry her off. She wasn’t, in theory, opposed to the idea of marriage, and yet she didn’t quite feel ready for it, and any presented suitor seemed to represent only the continuation of a dreadfully boring life locked inside a too large home. Eventually, her family realized the matter would be more time than it was worth, and decided to let Maplebrook Estate do the work for them.

  Extra

  -> Knows french, spanish, german, and russian
  -> Can use her hair pins to pick locks
  -> Smells like open water, a faint floral perfume, and old books
  -> Surprisingly quiet. Will sneak up on you.
  
  

  it is natural that i should be attracted to the most distant inaccessible light

Theodosia Ayles

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[mother of sorrows]

𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹.

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

Monroe Wong.

name

Monroe Wong

Nickname(s)

N/A

role

The Cynical Detective

age

27

d.o.b.

September 16th

gender

Cis. Male

pronouns

He/Him

sexuality

Bicurious

romantic orientation

Demiromantic

race

Chinese

academic level

College Graduate

occupation

Detective

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Zhu Yilong

eyes

Dark brown

hair

Black, maintained neatly

skin

Ivory

height

5’11

weight

175 lbs

build

Lean, slight muscle

distinguishing features

Often wearing his spectacles of which he can barely see without

@wonroe.mong.

"Love is the sea where intellect drowns."-Rumi

personality

“A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.” - H.L. Mencken

Perhaps he’d always been this way; Cold, a little unsure of himself and yet claiming otherwise, cynical. Why, if there were ever an antonym to rose-coloured glasses, Monroe Wong would be infamous for sporting them. A sort of signature look, like a celebrity. But with a career built upon the dreary expense of others, it’s only just for the detective to home a dreary presence himself. An often gloomy and tired-looking individual, Monroe is a man of very few excitements, very few passions if you may. His work however, would forever remain a more favoured subject of his; Even now when the cases have become more and more menial, he cherishes his investigations with a fondness akin to a father and his very first newborn. Although deep down, this transition does pain him, watching himself grow more and more irrelevant by the minute, disregarded, unneeded… At times it’s enough to keep him up at night— and though he may never acknowledge it— the pang in his heart still remains, longing for attention. Just like he had all those years before.

There has always been an air of nonchalance about him; a sort of casual indifference- a tranquility in stark comparison to some of his other housemates. But his lackadaisical nature and mild demeanour often makes it quite difficult to get a rise out of him for, well, anything- whether good or bad. Thus providing the impression of dullness, as if he were a mere rhinestone in a room full of diamonds. But as they say, rhinestones shine just as good as diamonds.

history

From the very beginning Monroe knew that he didn’t quite fit in. He was, to put it harshly, the strange child of the courtyard. The one who was taken by insects and encyclopedias, tales of mystery and tragedy rather than whatever brutish activities the other boys were up to. They rarely ever bore him any mercy.
At home it was all quite the same, dinners at the table were filled with superficial attentions and selfish retellings, where the fault was never present and the privilege blinded, his own seat often overlooked. it’s true what he says y’know, he’s hated diplomats ever since he was a child.
Eventually it’d become clear as day that Monroe did not yearn for the same extravagance, did not crave the same lavishness that his parents and elder sister had oh so desperately indulged in. He was, in many ways, the black sheep of the star-studded Wong family. Always told to “act normal” and push aside his passions for the sake of the public, always demanded to sacrifice his genuinity. And as soon as he’d become of age, he left.

“Goodbye” was all the note had read, frantically they had flipped its carrier over and over, twisting and turning it as if more would spill out; desperate eyes in search for clues, answers left by their resentful son. It was all rather ironic, even funny had he been there to bear witness. But alas, that’s all he had left to say. Goodbye. And as he walks back up the pathway he’d once walked up a thousand times, to a house that was all too familiar, he wishes he hadn’t been so smug.

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Brooks Vanguard

Name

Brooks Vanguard

Nickname(s)

will respond to anything

Role

The adventurous playboy

Age

27

D.O.B

December 19th

Gender

Cis.male

Pronouns

He/Him

sexuality

Pansexual

romantic orientation

Panromantic

race

The Palm Coloured

p.o.b.

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academic level

College dropout

occupation

Criminal

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James Mcavoy

eyes

Blue

hair

Mousey brown, often unkempt

skin

Pale

height

6’0

weight

178 lbs

build

Healthy, dawns muscle

distinguishing features

Never without the top of his shirts unbuttoned nor his hair unruffled

@brooksvonboochie

"All good things are wild and free."- Henry David Thoreau

personality

“I feel the need to endanger myself every so often.” - Tim Dally

Adventure was his first love. It was the high school sweetheart that ceased to stray from the crevices of his mind, the siren’s call to his sailor’s trance. After all, we never truly forget our first loves, do we? Night after night he pursues it with the hunger of a mad man; brutish, untidy, lacking in maturity. And night after night he returns, his thirst even greedier than before. It seems that some people never do grow up, do they? But it’s what he fears most, isn’t it? Growing up? To watch his former classmates wilt with every passing birthday, every wedding & every child was like watching a nightmare unfold right before him; the colours of youth had drained and instead, had left a pale corpse within its haste. Like zombies they’d stir, dragging their feet across the cobblestone to weakly dote on whatever measly infant was awaiting their presence. The undead were rising, and he’d be a damn fool to join their army.

But like any troubled person, his reluctance to bow toward fate, to permit the future, sprouted from a deep fear of one day resembling his parents. He did not want to become his mother.
Although, with the way he was raised he’d always assumed that he’d end up gruesomely unhappy in a similar fashion, perhaps even worse so. Only, he much rather preferred it happen with a drink in his hand and a sunset painting the skies rather than in a nightmare.

history

For a child who seemed to have everything, he lacked the simplest, most inexpensive gift of all. The love of his mother. Although, living in the confines of one of the most notorious crime groups in all of England had done well to distract him, keeping him occupied and her impression still pure. But as he watched his peers bloody their knees with childish incidents, as he watched them cry to their mummies and nuzzle their heads into their bosoms, he felt the hole in his chest widen, deepen with every comparison. And as ghe time went on his feelings toward his mother had begun to sour. For it was not the countless impudent lovers whom she’d sacrificed her own priorities for, it was not the self-destruction nor the sudden & unwarranted brutalities, no, it was the fact that he had no one.
At the end of the day, the brazen class clown whom offered a piece of his heart to everyone, returned home to no one

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