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          dite was a firm believer in the idea that deep down, people were inherently good. which is why it had come as such a surprise when she’d been made aware that someone had made away with a couple of thousand pounds from her spendings account. it had taken the it-team at lvmh less than an hour to track the intruder down, and while her parents’ initial proposal had been to press charges, she’d managed to talk them into letting her speak to him first. whoever he was. o’malley, tate. the name rang absolutely no bells. perhaps unsurprisingly, she thought, lifting her hand to knock on the door ( she’d tried the doorbell, it seemed to be out of function ) of what she thought might be his address. it was a far cry from her own home, that much was sure, and dite couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty for catching him out like this when it was obvious he needed the money more than she ever did. watching the door swing open, she coughed, trying to clear her voice. “tate, right? sorry to show up uninvited, but i figured it’d be best for you and i to have a little chat.” right hand extended for him to shake. this might be her showing up to accuse him of theft, but she wasn’t entirely void of manners. “oh, i didn’t introduce myself, did i? how rude of me — aphrodite.”

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       tate was smart, but not smart enough to slip past the lvmh. he was able to outsmart flimsy gang and business technology, but the lvmh had endless money and resources. he knew it was risky stealing from a girl he later found out was a balfour, but tate saw no other way out. the bills were overdue and their pantry and fridge were near empty. he didn’t like stealing, but at least it was from someone who wouldn’t miss a couple thousand. or he hoped so. when the door swung open and there stood aphrodite balfour, his heart quickened in his chest. his first instinct was to slam the door in her face, but he knew that there was a reason she was here instead of the police. he looked her over once, almost laughing at how out of place she was. she didn’t belong in this neighborhood, that was for sure. she was a blooming flower in a pile of rotting wood and ashes and he couldn’t tell if his hands were shaky because he was nervous of the outcome of their chat, or because she was pretty.  “i thought you wouldn’t miss a couple thousand, considering those shoes are probably that themselves, but i guess i was mistaken.”  he says casually. he shakes her hand cautiously, his jaw setting. “listen, aphrodite, some of us have to do things we aren’t proud of to survive. if you want the money back, it’s gone. sent the bills out this morning and used the rest for groceries. if you’re here to slap my hand, do it quick, because with that much wealth on you you’re fresh meat to the folks that live around here.”

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uhhh hi yall kellen back again with ANOTHER char........whom is literally the opposite of vic OKAY HERE WE GO

( nick robinson, cismale, he/him, twenty ) have you seen tate o’malley, the bakery clerk/hacker around mayfair yet? they’ve been living in london for the past twenty years. i’ve been told they can be quite intelligent and curious, and perhaps that’s why people insist they’re reminded of the click of keyboard keys, dirty chuck taylors, ripped jeans, coffee highs, and fast feet when they’re around.  

BACKGROUND

tate was born tate harrison o’malley to clare o’malley and some deadbeat father idk i’m not even gonna give him a name bc he was shit. he left the moment clare told him she was pregnant, leaving her alone as a teen mother estranged from her family

SO HERE WE HAVE 19 Y/O CLARE living in the worst possible area of london bc that’s all she could afford waiting tables and doing odd jobs, also raising a lil boy

tate had a tough childhood only because of money. clare loved him with everything she had and would give anything to him, even now

LISTEN.............this boy is smart. too smart for his own good. he grew up in the age of technology and he was always fascinated with computers and all that and got into coding at a pretty young age

idk shit about computers but i do know that tate does and he built his own w/ scraps and spare parts and idk he’s just rly smart and always excelled in school

that being said, his ass could’ve gone to some fancy university or an ivy league in the states but that.........costs money. MONEY HE DOESN’T HAVE. and he would have to leave his mother to fend for herself and he isn’t abt to do that

so here he is, smart as einstein yet still living in the worst part of town and serving the rich ppl at the bakery he works at

he got into hacking slowly, but once he started he didn’t seem to stop. he goes by the alias “hopper” online and the gangs and stuff he lives around use his skills to do little jobs to bigger ones (but never too big, he ain’t dumb. at least not a lot)

so yeah! he’s a low-scale criminal lmao and feels like shit for it, but he does what he has to do to take care of his mom and to keep the bills paid and food on the table

PERSONALITY

mama’s boy in and out

he’s so sweet........so soft...........tempur pedic mattress soft

very selfless, would give the SHIRT OFF HIS BACK for you

doesn’t have a lot of hate in his heart bc he has a weird habit of being able to justify why people do things. like even the gang members he does jobs for he sees them as more than the violence or crime

as for who he does hate??? HIS DAD. doesn’t even know who he is bc clare won’t talk about him but he just shouts at The Void hoping it’ll reach his sorry ass