Fandom they look like monsters to you? [CS]

[ghostlynarcissus]

Maggie
Harris

Appearance

Maggie Harris presents a striking figure, a blend of bygone elegance and the wear of time. At 53, her appearance suggests a life lived harder than her years. Her hair, a faded blonde, is meticulously styled in a fashion reminiscent of the 1950s and 60s, with curls and waves that frame her face in a timeless glamour. The toll of her chain-smoking habit is evident on her skin, which shows more wrinkles and signs of aging than one might expect for her age. Deep lines etch her face, especially around her mouth and eyes, evidence of years of drawing on cigarettes and squinting through smoke. Despite this, her makeup is always impeccably applied, favoring the bold styles of her favored eras - bright red lipstick and heavily lined eyes that contrast sharply with her pale, weathered skin.

Greed

Personality

001 The landlord of South Ashfield Heights carries an air of being somewhat nosy and slightly dotty, traits that often lead her tenants to underestimate her. This perception is partly due to her habit of involving herself in the personal affairs of her residents, frequently appearing unannounced with inquiries or comments that straddle the line between concern and intrusion. Her conversations often veer into rambling anecdotes from the past, punctuated with details about former tenants or obscure events from decades ago, creating an impression of scatterbrained forgetfulness. However, beneath this seemingly eccentric exterior lies a keen intelligence and astuteness that Maggie cleverly masks.

History

Mags presents a background story that is as intriguing as it is inconsistent. She claims to have become the landlord only recently, yet there are subtle hints and discrepancies that suggest a much longer and more complex history.

According to Maggie, she inherited South Ashfield Heights from a distant relative, a claim that she occasionally supports with stories of her youth, spent in the shadow of this relative who supposedly had no other heirs. She speaks of a life largely spent in other towns, only returning to take over the building "a few months." However, her extensive knowledge of the building's history and her familiarity with its every nook and cranny hint at a much deeper connection.

Curiously, Maggie's age is another point of contention. While she maintains she is 43, her appearance and certain anachronistic references she makes in her stories suggest someone older. She occasionally slips up, mentioning events or people from the building's past in a way that implies first-hand knowledge, yet these recollections often date back far longer than her claimed tenure as landlord.

The townspeople of the area surrounding South Ashfield Heights know surprisingly little about the building or Maggie. Some long-term residents recall the building being there for as long as they can remember, but mention a variety of different individuals associated with it over the years – none of whom match Maggie's description. There are whispers, too, of the building having a somewhat mysterious or even troubled past, but details are foggy, and nobody seems to know Maggie's role in it.

Furthermore, Maggie has a habit of deflecting or charmingly steering conversations away when asked about her life before becoming the landlord. She often fills these discussions with tales of travel or references to distant relatives and friends, but these stories are riddled with inconsistencies and vague details, making it difficult to piece together a coherent timeline of her life.

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[stareintotheabyss]

Victor Sterling
"I've never been a weak man, just a foolish one."
P R I D E

• 𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒.
• 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘.
• 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘.

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  When Victor Sterling first moved into South Ashfield Heights, he epitomized the image of a well-groomed, successful man. His dark hair was always perfectly styled, with a few strands of distinguished gray at the temples that lent him an air of maturity and sophistication. His tall, well-built frame was consistently adorned in high-quality, tailored suits that spoke of his taste for luxury and attention to detail. Victor's sharp, angular features, crowned by a strong jawline and piercing eyes, exuded confidence and charisma. He carried himself with an upright posture, his every movement and gesture radiating self-assurance and control.
  
  However, as days progressed within the eerie confines of South Ashfield Heights, subtle changes began to manifest in Victor's appearance. The unrelenting stress and the building's mysterious influence started to take their toll. His once impeccable grooming showed signs of neglect; his hair, though still styled, lost its pristine neatness, occasionally appearing slightly disheveled or not as carefully arranged. The tailored suits that had been a hallmark of his persona began to fit less perfectly, sometimes appearing wrinkled or not as crisply ironed as before.
  
  
  
  
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  At first glance, he is the embodiment of confidence and ambition. Victor's self-assuredness borders on arrogance; he walks into a room with an air of authority that demands attention and respect. His conversations are marked by a sharp wit and a tendency to dominate, often steering discussions to showcase his accomplishments and viewpoints. This need to assert his superiority is a defining aspect of his interactions, whether in a boardroom or a casual social setting.
  
  Beneath this veneer of confidence, however, lies a competitive spirit that is both a driving force and a source of inner conflict. Victor's desire to excel and be acknowledged as the best is rooted in deep-seated insecurities. He harbors a fear of being seen as inadequate or ordinary, leading him to constantly seek validation through achievements and recognition.
  
  
  
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  Victor, driven by his immense desire to demonstrate his superiority, orchestrated a ruthless takeover of a rival company. This company was not just any competitor; it was managed by a former close friend and business associate, Taylor Campbell someone who had trusted Victor implicitly. Victor's friend had shared confidential information during a period of vulnerability, believing in their bond and Victor's integrity.
  
  However, Victor saw this as an opportunity to assert his dominance and further his own interests. He exploited the information, launching a hostile takeover that was both financially and personally devastating to his friend. Within days, Taylor had taken his life and the media immediately turned on the aging business man. They crowded outside his penthouse with signs and their own death threats, and he knew it would only be some time before one of them took things to the next level.
  
  So when an oddly convenient email reached him about apartments that didn't even require much of a background check, he didn't' hesitate to move out his essentials and wait for the storm to pass.
  
  
  
  

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[punwithinfinty]

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They cried with a loud voice: -How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell below you?

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Sean Ackehurst

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Male

Priest

03/01/94, 29y

Franklin, CT

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ꅐꌅꁲꋖꁝ

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apostle

gospel

pilgrimage

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  One could say that Sean dresses mostly to blend in, with a palette of insaturated and neutral colored clothing, his attire is plain and unassuming, perhaps even a bit old-fashioned with knitted sweaters and vests, though there are a few pieces of more casual modern clothes in his closet, in the shape of jean jackets and cardigans. The most notable thing about his appearance is a clerical collar that might as well be glued in his neck, basically always there even in his casual wear. However, most people only tend to see Sean in his trademark black cassock, carrying his trusty grey messenger bag.
  
  His physical look isn't in a worrying degree, while Sean dresses conservatively and never shows his skin, his fair complexion appears relatively healthy. Slightly leaning to slim, his weight is still pretty average, far from malnutritioned, and perhaps a bit taller than most, at 5'8" in height. Sean's facial upkeep is clean as well, his hair is consistently styled and groomed, while his facial hair seems to vary more, sometimes he lets it grow a bit, but still, he always shaves it off before a full beard. The priest's posture is slightly hunched while walking, as if wanting to mind his own business, but fixes himself to a casual upright position once in a conversation, keeping normal eye contact with a small smile. His voice is calm yet firm, he can certainly enrapture a room in an announcement if he wants to.
  
  

  
  
  

  ᛜ 𝓯ᚣᛠꖾᛊᏒ, 𝓯ᛜᏒᎶᛨVᛊ ᛗᛊ

  
  

  ᚣᏒᛊ ᚴᛜᏌ ᛠꖾᛊᏒᛊ¿

  
  

  In Ashfield Heights, Sean seemingly likes to stay on his room, only being consistently seen once he leaves for his clerical duties and once he returns from it, keeping only to himself if he can help it. However, in windy and colder days, on his free time, Sean comes out of his room and lounges in the entrance area, or in any quiet area he can sit on, he brings a book and a cup of hot black coffee to sip on, sometimes he brings a journal as well, writing as he reads. Sometimes, Sean will make quick calls using the entrance phone, never dwelling too much, in fact, he seems to be... distraught whenever the lines are down.
  
  More sharper eyes or particularly inquisitive neighbors would notice that Sean is actually quite the avid reader, perhaps there is a focus on biblical books or catholic dissertations, sure, but every now and then, he'll bring out a fantasy chronicle or a suspenseful mystery or such. They would also notice, while he was moving in, that Sean doesn't have a smartphone but owns a pretty old laptop, clearly a miracle in of itself that it's still working.
  
  
  
  
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  Sean likes to describe himself as the sheep once compared as a shepherd, and perhaps that comparison is accurate, appearing as a meek introverted person, this man of God has certainly has a shy front, dead quiet, he may never start a conversation casually. Yet, once properly acquainted, Sean doesn't seem as timid, more so as a serious man, as he's easygoing and friendly, while a bit dry, it's rare for him to outright refuse a chat, even if he's already doing something, he'll stop whatever he was doing to listen. In fact, Sean is extremely kind and gentle, one can tell he genuinely listens and cares for what is said, he's generous enough to go above and beyond for someone, always open for a impromptu confessional over coffee.
  
  And yet, deep within his heart, the priest has judgments he either doesn't seem to notice or refuses to admit. If one is attentive enough, they can see it, the slight squinting, the stiffness of his sigh behind his smile, or his features just simply...darkening, Sean does hide it well, but there are certain confessions that make him uncomfortable. It's hard to pinpoint what it exactly is, but what one can gather of his answers, is that for one hand that calms the child after a fall, the other reprimands for falling in the first place, while Sean seems more free willed than most Catholic clergymen, he appears to hold an extremely firm moral compass, believing with all his heart in His verdict. Even then, Sean seems far more like a realist, thinking in cause and effect rather than motive, giving a shoulder to cry, but giving some tough love in point blank advice smothered within a warm embrace.
  
  Overall, Sean might seem shy, even somewhat threatening, given his quiet and serious attitude, but his small smile and kind heart is true... to some degree. After all, it takes a special kind of perspective to leave the child injured.
  
  

  
  
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  Given that he's not exactly from South Ashfield, Sean doesn't have a lot of familiars here, and vice versa, no one really knows why he's here, after all. Though, Sean has spoken bits and pieces of his childhood to a few, never quite a lot though. All the tenants properly know is that he was born into a Catholic family deeply involved with a local church back in Connecticut, from what Sean speaks of it, it was relatively important, he also had a strict upbringing, and no more has been said from his childhood. The priest doesn't seem to want to talk about it in general either way, particularly of his parents.
  
  One thing known about him is that Sean has a brother and a sister, both younger with the sister being a grown child and the brother already an adult. The brothers seem to have a strained relationship while Sean's sister seems to have a much better relationship with him, apparently the two siblings also live together, since this is all known by eavesdropping on his phone calls and making context clues, not much is fully known as true. People with the right connections and opportunities may know of a trial in Franklin where a Noah Ackehurst was accused by a Patrick Ackehurst of, essentially, physically and mentally abusing his children, where Noah was eventually declared non-guilty but still adhering to one of the plaintiff's conditions, the emancipation of a Kirsten Ackehurst... How Sean is involved in it? Maybe only him and the Holy Father knows, as the only correlating hint is that the trial happened not long before the priest had moved to South Ashfield...
  
  "O Father, please forgive me. I beg of you mercy as I plead for an answer one more time tonight. Every rising sun is a blessed day where Your almighty smite has not struck me where I stand for my ever so selfish wish. I am of sin and forever will be until Your judgment comes, but alas, O Glorious Lord, I have since become lost without your guidance and I pray for it once more. O, Divine God, I have only forgiven for every moment I have experienced Your gift, all in the name of my faith, and so, I ask thee..."
  
  ...Dᛜᛊᛢ Ꮢᛊᚹᛊᚺᛠᚣᚺᛈᛊ ᛠᏒᏌᚳᚴ ᛊᚾᛨᛢᛠ?
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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[ufotofu]

A series of stills viewed in quick succession...

N A M E
Clover

A P P E A R A N C E
Her face is framed by a blocky fringe that adds a touch of retro flair to her overall appearance. In her unassuming visage lies a subtle rebellion against the ordinary, proving that even the simplest features can become a canvas for individuality - or so she believes.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
As a blossoming cinematographer, her craft is a window through which she views the world. Life is about angles, ambient lighting and the right things said at the right time. Driven by the pursuit of online perfection, curating these scenes is a necessity, for within every moment is a potential story, weighed in the currency of likes and comments. In her world, conversations are posed, laughter is carefully timed, and expressions are sculpted like works of art - all in service to the insatiable appetite of her social media following.


Clover’s obsidian tablet is a voracious entity, swallowing moments of solitude, conversations with friends, and the sounds of nature into its digital abyss. The black hole, disguised as a handheld device, consumes her, leaving a trail of missed connections and lost opportunities. Clover risks being swallowed whole by the very device meant to connect her, a casualty of her own insatiable appetite for the digital delicacies of likes and social media acclaim.

Clover’s conversations are sprinkled with the lingua franca of hashtags and trending topics, as if she's perpetually crafting her online persona. It's as if her thoughts are cataloged in priority of online popularity. Peppered with hashtags that act as guiding stars through the vast expanse of the internet, Clover’s discourse is a snapshot into the ever evolving landscape of online chatter.

B A C K S T O R Y
Clover was once a dedicated film-student and aspiring director, however, she found herself thrust under the spotlight when she became an accidental meme sensation. Unbeknownst to her, as she innocently indulged on a hot dog in the background of someone else's video, her quirky and unconventional eating style became the unexpected focal point of internet hilarity. Overnight, she became a symbol of spontaneity and charm, with her hot dog-eating antics sparking laughter and creativity across the web. Though initially caught off guard, Clover embraced her newfound meme status and built a following with it. Her passion for cinematography slowly morphed into a quest for online approval, her dream of becoming a director overshadowed by the dopamine-driven need for immediate validation. The very platforms meant to showcase her cinematic prowess now threatened to replace her genuine passion, leaving Clover grappling with the unintended consequences of her social media gluttony.

 

[OrpheusTalks]

XI.
the lustful one
scroll.

desire
meg meyers

VISAGE
NAME: Rose Jacobson
NICKNAMES: Red
D.O.B: August 17th, 1994
AGE: 29 years old
GENDER: cis-female
ORIENTATION: bisexual
ROLE: lust

APPEARANCE
APPEARANCE: "As I glide through these miserably dark and dank halls, I can't help but enjoy the fact I'm clearly the most attractive one here. It's undeniable, the power I hold. My body, sculpted from hours of dancing, commands admiration. Each step is a testament to my grace, a showcase of my poise. My hair, a rich cascade of brown, perfectly frames my face, its bangs artfully arranged to accentuate my most captivating feature: my eyes. If you've seen them, you'd remember. A striking shade of green. Don't worry, maybe I'll let you take a better peek of them some time...

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY:
Rose's personality is mix of unabashed narcissism and captivating charm. She is profoundly self-assured, carrying herself with an air of superiority that is both alluring and intimidating. She's is keenly aware of her effect on others and revels in the power her presence wields. Every interaction is an opportunity for her to display her charm, and she skillfully uses her allure to bend situations to her favor. This deep-seated confidence, however, borders on arrogance, as she often views herself as superior to those around her.

Conversations with Rose are laden with double meanings; her words are carefully chosen, designed to entice and captivate. Yet, beneath this seductive veneer, there's a manipulative streak. She uses her understanding of human desires to her advantage, often leaving those she interacts with both enamored and unsettled. She has no problem using her body (or mind) to get exactly it is what she wants.

Despite her outwardly confident persona, Rose harbors a deep-seated need for validation and attention. Her narcissism is not just a trait but a necessity; it fuels her and validates her sense of self-worth. This need for admiration can sometimes lead her to act impulsively, seeking immediate gratification rather than considering the long-term consequences of her actions.




TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: Tba

Rose Jacobson

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[CaptainSully]

C O N F I D E N T I A L - P E R S O N A L - F I L E

full name:

Robert Gascoigne

alias:

Gaz

sex:

M

dob:

13/11/1988

pob:

Cardiff, UK

race:

Caucasian

height:

6'1"

weight:

196 lbs

hair:

brown

eyes:

blue

psychological profile:

Personality:

Once, fiercely loyal to his nearest and dearest, he was always there for those he cared about. That being said, the wall of sarcasm he hid behind could sometimes confuse people if they were meeting him for the first time. He was highly sociable and would much prefer to get on with people than to make enemies. However that doesn't mean he was afraid to stand up for himself and others. Throughout school he made a habit of defending his weaker classmates against the school bullies, often to the detriment of his own health.

Unfortunately, this all changed after the incident and since Robert has become withdrawn and highly unsociable. He wakes up, sits in his armchair from day to night and then returns to sleep. He has clearly not dealt with the death of Sherry and that is having a major detrimental impact on him. He lacks ambition and a willingness to do anything, simply existing rather than living.

The only time he leaves his house is to go to his mandatory appointments. He has shown improving signs of coming to terms with the events that have put him in the situation but he still has a very long way to go. He is still extremely apathetic and the only word to describe him at the present moment would be sloth.

background:

Associated Music:

Nightmarish Waltz

Skills:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺If there was only a single defining skill for Robert it would be his physical fitness. He excelled during his time in school and stood head and shoulders above the other trainees while learning to become a firefighter. Whether climbing up and down ladders, running with full gear or smashing through doors, he could outlast all those around him.

Some of his other skills are:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Cooking
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Playing guitar
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Basic survival skills
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Driving

Known Possessions:

𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Scorched picture of Sherry
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Sherry's wedding ring
𝅺𝅺𝅺𝅺⠀⠀⠀• Zippo lighter

History:

British born, Robert moved to the US for college but managed to retain his thick, Welsh accent. He was an average student, spending more time partying than studying but the novelty of his nationality meant he was popular on campus. He graduated and upon finishing college he became a firefighter. Life took a turn for the better when he became a firefighter. He had a healthy income, a job with true satisfaction and it is what led him to meet his future wife Sherry. From the moment he met her, all the rom-com clichés applied. It was true love at first sight.

The pair were married within a year and life was great. They spoke of starting a family and planning their entire future together but unfortunately, fate had other ideas. While at the station on a sleep in shift, the alarm was raised. As Robert readied his gear he was pulled aside by his captain and told to stay put. Immediately he knew something was wrong, nobody ever stayed behind. After pressing for answers he discovered it was his own house on fire.

He rushed home, passing the fire truck on the way, such was the speed he drove. The sight of the flames tearing through his home were forever burnt into his mind from that point onward. He called for Sherry but there was no answer. He rushed towards the front door but was beaten back by the flames. If not for his colleagues pulling him away he'd have been crushed by the house as it collapsed moments later.

Sherry died in her bed, the flames taking her in fiery pain. The investigation showed that faulty wiring was the cause but it was noted the fire alarm did not ring as the blaze tore through the house.

In the years that followed Robert blamed himself, sinking to the bottom of a bottle to free the weight he carried. Soon he lost his job and not long after he found himself on the wrong side of the law. The townsfolk were sympathetic to his torment but they couldn't allow him to continue how he was. After a drunken brawl at a bar which hospitalised another patron, he was court ordered to undertake rehabilitation for his alcoholism and to speak with a therapist for his PTSD.

The alcoholism was a relatively quick fix, able to give it up with little struggle. The hardest part came soon after. Dealing with the pain and the memories of that night, it was harder than anything he had ever faced. The smell and the sound of that fire followed him everywhere and the heat...he hasn't felt cold ever since that day. Where the alcohol once medicated him, he was now just a shell of a man.

Sherry Jones

House on fire

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[bayleen]

Angel

Envy

full name

Angelina Avantgaurd

nickname(s)

Angel, Princess

age

20

gender

Female

p.o.b.

New Orleans

d.o.b.

October 11

ethnicity

Russian

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  Angelina is a striking individual who stands at 5'5" and weighs approximately 53kg. One of the first things that catches people's attention is her long pink hair that gracefully falls to about her mid-waist.
  
  It's not just the color that stands out but also how it is styled with bouncy, country-style curls unless she decides to straighten it. Her hair is a reflection of her vibrant personality.
  
  Angelina's voluptuous body accentuates her curves, and her full lips add to her allure. Her cute dimples highlight her smile, making it even more captivating.
  Regarding her style, Angelina's fashion choices are bold and attention-grabbing.
  
  She is not afraid to experiment, and her outfits can range from cute and playful to daring and provocative. She embraces her body and doesn't mind showing a bit of skin here and there.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Optimistic, Friendly, Outgoing
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  Angelina is the life of the party at every event. No one can deny that she knows how to have a fun time. She loves meeting new people and making friends. Very much a social butterfly. She has always had a way with words.
  
  They could be honey-infused or daggers to your heart. Angelina thrives on friendships and idle chit-chatter.
  
  When she's sad, She'll go to her neighbor and talk her heart out. When angry, she'll throw a party and dance till she loses her breath. When she can't sleep, she'll go out for midnight runs.
  
  Despite her outgoing and friendly demeanor, Angelina has always had wandering eyes. She's always wanted more.
  
  She's never truly happy for her friend's achievements, and she can't help it, but deep down, when they fail, she gets happy. She's always tried to ignore this feeling, but that only worsens it. Money, beauty, happiness she wants it all.
  
  She's spoiled, but she was never really spoiled. She wants to know that feeling of not needing anything because you are content with what you have, and that doesn't mean anything less than everything.
  
  She's never acted on her feelings; most will never notice her dark thoughts. It wasn't a confidence issue. It wasn't supposed to be anything until it got too big for her to control.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  Angelina's life took a dramatic turn after the mysterious death of her father. Born into a respected middle-class family, her father served as a deputy in New Orleans, while her mother dedicated her time to raising Angelina and managing the household.
  
  However, tragedy struck when Angelina's father passed away under circumstances that were kept hidden from the public eye. This devastating loss took a toll on Angelina's mother, who slowly descended into madness while desperately trying to uncover the truth behind her husband's untimely demise.
  
  Recognizing the need to protect Angelina's mother from further distress, the authorities closed the case, leaving the family with unanswered questions.
  
  As Angelina navigated through her early teenage years, school took a backseat to her burgeoning career. At the age of twelve, she caught the attention of a modeling agency and soon found herself immersed in the fast-paced world of fashion.
  
  With an impressive workload of approximately 78 weekly shows, Angelina tirelessly worked up the industry ladder. Her face became recognizable, leading her to secure contracts with prestigious brands and jet-set across the globe.
  
  Despite her newfound success, Angelina's relationship with her mother remained strained, forever altered by the loss of her father.
  
  Living a life filled with glamorous parties, new acquaintances, and exotic travel destinations, Angelina reveled in her success. By turning nineteen, her face had become a symbol of fame, and her bank account grew substantially.
  
  However, a fateful night would forever change the course of her life. Sharing a room with a fellow model with more industry experience, Angelina discovered a shocking betrayal. Her manager had called, stating her friend had slept with the designer, orchestrating a plan to ruin Angelina's reputation and seize the opportunity that lay before them.
  
  Her manager urged her not to miss the crucial opportunity. He instructed her to crush sleeping pills that he had previously placed in her purse and consume them, forcing her to miss the flight. Driven by anger and a desire for revenge, Angelina followed her manager's directive, crushing the pills into her orange juice.
  
  Confronting her friend, tensions escalated, resulting in a heated argument. In a shocking turn of events, her friend suddenly fell (from the sleeping pills), hitting her head on a nearby desk.
  
  Panic consumed Angelina as she desperately tried to revive her friend, but it was too late. In a state of shock, she reached out to her manager, who advised her to dispose of the body by placing it in a suitcase.
  
  Together, they buried the remains, hoping to conceal the truth. However, nature had other plans. Heavy rainfall caused the body to resurface on a bridge, leading to its eventual discovery.
  
  Amidst the chaos, Angelina received an email offering her a chance to relocate to South Ashfield Heights at a meager price. Filled with fear and uncertainty, she hastily packed her belongings and embarked on a new chapter in her life.
  
  Just as she started to settle into her new surroundings, news broke that the autopsy report revealed the model's cause of death to be poison, shocking the fashion community.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Aegis]

Cooper Lewis
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"I like to help people become better bit-by-bit-- every day, but that doesn't always mean it works; you can't help someone who doesn't want to help themself."
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Who am I?

Having been born in poverty somewhere in a rural mid-wsetern state, Cooper spent much of his early life forced to work on the farm to help his family make ends meet while homework sat unfinished on the table. The local school regarded him as 'an average student' which didn't bother him much-- the farm needed tending and he was okay with that. Unfortunately, his life was like that for much of his formative years as he set aside studies and after-school activity during much of the farming season; the only break afforded to him being during the winter where he worked a part-time job at the local biker bar as a bus boy. Cooper was a bit young, but he learned quickly to fit in, shoot pool, and talk smack. After making friends with some of the guys there, he was brought on his first motorcycle ride around the countryside, and it was in this moment that he realized how much bigger the world was than his family's little farm and the bus route he rode to school in the dark most days-- there were other things to do than drive a tractor and feed the chickens!

Soon, Cooper found himself sneaking down to the bar every night after chores, and the boys down there taught him a thing or two about fixing up cars and bikes. The guys would often tell him rough stories of their childhood with less-than-kind families that led to either a lot of drinking or a lot of criminal charges, and Cooper would often struggle to reconcile their past actions with who they were now. The Boy would spend many hours talking them through these things-- offering advice an perspective from naive and innocent eyes, and sometimes he felt like he really touched the hearts of the men. Each time he earned a new smile, Cooper's heart swelled with a fulfillment like no other; from that moment, he knew he needed to get off this farm and figure out how to help as many people as possible overcome their past, habits, and emotions. Cooper got his learners, graduated high school, got accepted to the local community college, and crashed a few months in the attic of the bar until he got his motorcycle license before buying one of the guy's used bike and peeling off down the road.

It turns out Cooper is a good study when he puts his mind to it. The Young Man graduated with his doctorate in Mental Health Counselling in just five years of hard grinding, and pretty soon found himself one of a hundred founders in what would become one of the nation's most prestigious therapy organizations. His wallet grew fatter than he knew what to do with, and soon he was living a life of luxury like never before.

These days, Cooper isn't the kind of guy you'd find just about anywhere-- he rarely sticks to himself and regularly makes friends just about wherever he goes; from dive bar to courtroom there's nary a place where Cooper can't find a way to fit the puzzle. He's cheery, confident, but isn't afraid to put himself out there if someone truly needs help. Hence, his profession as a therapist. It's Cooper's mission to make sure that people can get over whatever it is that's holding them back from being the fullest version of themself, but he also knows better than to try and fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed. So, if you can handle the hard truth and work toward getting over your issues, Dr. Lewis can help you get past it.

Where do I come into the story?

Cooper was recently given a sizable retirement package from his organization after a lawsuit came down from a client's family after she committed suicide alleging that 'Cooper had given up on her during her final session', and so he was forced to move onto another project-- albeit significantly wealthier than before.

When he first heard of South Ashfield Heights, he heard the story of a mysterious older woman with an air of prestige and a lot of land. The man reached out and suggested funding a few bargain prices on rent for some of her units in order to test the waters for a low-income housing complex he planned on constructing the following year. Now, he's on-site to tour the apartments he's funding and maybe even meet some of the guests.

General Information

• Age: 27
• Gender: Male
• Sexuality: Bisexual
• Hair: Brown
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 6'
• Weight: 183Lbs
• Race: Caucasian

What Am I?

The Devil Reversed can often appear when you are on the verge of a break-through or an up-levelling. You are being called to your highest potential, but first, you must let go of any unhealthy attachments or limiting beliefs that may hold you back. Often, when you are called to something ‘more’, you must deal with your shadows before you can step into this new version of yourself. It may be an addiction, unhealthy relationships, or a disengaging career.The Devil Reversed calls on you to confront your inner fears and anxieties to free yourself from the chains that bind you to your limiting beliefs and unhealthy attachments.

The Devil card can also appear in a reversal when you are going into your deepest, darkest places – whether or not you are ready. When you take this path consciously, you do so with strength, confidence and courage. You seek to understand your innermost shadows so you can either release them or integrate them into your life in a more constructive way. When you do it unconsciously, or with resistance, it can be very confronting as you may begin to realize you are very different from who you thought you were. You may enter a period of anxiety or depression, or experiencing dark thoughts you struggle to understand.

The Devil Reversed may also be a sign you are hiding your deepest, darkest self from others, keeping it a secret. You may have thoughts, fantasies, addictions, or habits that you don’t want others to know because you feel embarrassed or ashamed. There is also a need to accept who you are and forgive yourself for the thoughts you have.

Finally, The Devil Reversed invites you to practice the Buddhist principle of detachment, a state in which you overcome your attachment to the desire for things, people or concepts of the world, and free yourself from any restrictions. It doesn’t mean you don’t care for people or things; you release your dependence on them.

code by @spookie spook​