#closedf

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okwyw they are closedf!! Working on last onw rn

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Some people say that Callie looks a lot like DOVE CAMERON. Her faceclaim is negotiable, although she is currently UNAVAILABLE.

Born and raised in the small town of Beaufort, South Carolina, Callie is the epitome of a southern sweetheart. She’s a bubbly, go-getter by nature, and her parents raised her to be polite, hardworking, charmingly innocent, and intensely family oriented. Nobody dare ever question her southern roots; her southern twang is unmissable and she’s regularly pulling out her sweet tea recipe or her trusty cowboy boots at a moment’s notice. There’s so much to love about Callie, and she’s got a lot of love to give in return.

Callie is good with kids – like, exceptionally good with kids. Growing up with three younger brothers and in a neighborhood chock full of other families with young kids equates to a lot of babysitting gigs and a ton of experience with all different kinds of families. There’s no boo-boo or owie she can’t fix, no monster she can’t sweep from under the bed, and no stain she can’t remove. She’s exceptionally organized, exceptionally prepared, and you can count on her to always have an extra band aid or juice box on hand.

Fortunately for her, if there’s one thing New York will always need more of, it’s nannies. It was a nearly impossible decision to leave Beaufort and her brothers behind, but her first heartbreak on top an intensifying case of cabin fever in her quiet hometown left her desperate for a fresh start. When she finally made the decision to leave, she packed up what she could in a matter of hours, took all of her money out of savings, and bought the first plane ticket out of South Carolina. She ended up in New York four hours later and charmed her way into a live-in nannying position within her first two days in the city.

Despite the reasons for her move, her rash decision to leave could not have worked out better for her. Her new boss – a lovely, successful businessman and single father of three – provided Callie with a private room in his townhouse and a stipend in exchange for caring for his well-behaved, though exceptionally busy and involved, young children. Living with three children feels almost like home and she’s spent nearly four years with this family now – cooking, cleaning, getting them to school and their extracurriculars on time – and in return she has a safe place to stay and the comfort and support of a family unit.

Callie spends the extra money she gets from her stipend on supplies for her very, very small private catering endeavor. It’s a good way to earn herself some extra cash – she knows she’ll have to leave her nannying job eventually, figures it’s best to be prepared – and a good way to squash her homesickness. Everything she cooks comes straight from her grandmother’s southern recipe box, and all of her new clients come exclusively from word-of-mouth referrals from her other clients. It certainly keeps her busy on top of her nannying job, but it’s a welcomed distraction from her thoughts and the mess she left back home.

Relationships

Alexander Taurus - Callie and Alex are familiar with each other after meeting a few times during their school run. One of her employer’s children attends the same school as Alex’s youngest sibling and they often find themselves chatting with each-other on the playground.

[asecretsummer-rpg]

Name: Cathy Harris Age: 41 Sexuality: Heterosexual Gender: Female Portrayed By: Lauren Cohan Availability: Closed

“It’s horrible, yes, but it makes for a very interesting study.”

→ Background

Growing up, Cathy had a fairly privileged and semi-sheltered life. She wasn’t close with her brother and the guy moved away as soon as he turned seventeen to live in London. It was like he wanted nothing to do with the family and Cathy didn’t like his attitude anyway so there wasn’t much love lost. Her father made a lot of money by working hard through his life and they often rubbed elbows with families like the Darcy’s, the Pope’s, and the Porter’s. These were the more influential families in Baberton, the ones who had the most money. They’d go to big events and gatherings and she met her best friend Simon Playfair at one of these, which was a blessing honestly. She knew he found the parties boring but Cat didn’t mind it all. She liked talking about politics, reading the paper, and being up to date on all the latest things she had to be up to date on, having money... but she didn’t let it all go to her head either. Her mother kept her grounded and Cathy found herself wanting to learn more about the world. See more, do more, be more.

When she went off to college on the other side of the country, she threw herself into psychology mostly, finding the subject to be absolutely fascinating. She hadn’t been too sure of what she wanted to do until she started looking into this sort of thing but she soon came to the conclusion that she wanted to be a teacher. A psych professor, to be more specific, and she was always a very dedicated and determined person so it was an uphill ride from there.

Upon returning home to Baberton she got herself a little job in the local bank so she could earn some money for her new apartment until she could get a job at the local college. It would have been nice to find a job in a bigger city but Cat didn’t want to ask her ageing father for money so she could live somewhere more expensive. Baberton would have to do for now but when she finally did find a job in the college she never really ended up leaving. Maybe it was true. Maybe no one ever did get out of Baberton. After college, she and Simon also picked back up right where they’d left off. They got closer than they’d gotten before, though it wasn’t exactly an official relationship, and eventually Cathy found out that she was pregnant.

→ Back to Baberton

Cathy has never really been close with her cousin David’s side of the family. They rarely spoke, she was in her own little bubble with her parents as a kid, living their own lives and doing their own things, and then she went off to college. Her parents were a lot different from her father’s brother’s side of the family and they just didn’t all mix to often. People barely even knew the two were related and Cathy didn’t even take much of an interest in her cousin even when she got older. So when David grew up, cheated on his wife, skipped town with his mistress and abandoned his daughter Gemma… Cat didn’t really care, she felt more removed from it, and she didn’t stay in touch with David. She kept herself away from the mess, not wanting to really get involved.

She had her own daughter now after all to look after, Mercedes. She never really saw herself as someone who would have a child but she grew to love being a mother. She’s not the marriage or relationship type however, so she and Simon are still not together, and she’s fine with that, though has never bothered asking if he is. Recently, her brother’s daughter, the same age as Mercedes, came from London after her mother died and her dad kicked her out, and Cathy took pity on the girl and let her stay with them. She doesn’t realise it’s upset Mercedes and hopes the girls will be close. She still loves working at the college, teaching psychology to minds she likes to think are similar to her own. She sees a little of herself in a lot of the people she teaches and hopefully she can inspire someone. That’s all she really wants to do. Reach people and inspire them somehow. Make a difference in the world, even if it’s only the tiniest.

→ What’s Her Secret?

She took a deeper interest in the recent killings by Daisy Ramsey (or “the first -A”) than she probably should have. She made up some kind of timeline and made all these notes in a little notebook about the deaths, and the inner workings of a serial killer, and tried to come up with connections and stuff. Trying to crack the code in a sense. She just finds the way people like that think completely fascinating and wants to figure out more about it. If someone found it, it could have looked incriminating (they’d arrested people for much less in this town after all) but she’s sure nothing will come of it. Though she did receive an unsettling anonymous message alerting her to the fact they could easily use it to frame her for something... it put her a little on edge but mostly Cathy is very curious. What’s that old saying? Curiosity killed the cat.

[whoisleft-rp]

S A F I Y E    F  A  W  L  E  Y

AGE [ TWENTY THREE ] ; ALLIANCE [ ORDER OF THE PHOENIX ] ; BLOOD [ PUREBLOOD ] ; HOUSE [ FORMER SLYTHERIN ] ; STATUS [ CLOSED ]

WHO THEY ARE

Safiye Fawley grew up the picture of a perfect, pureblooded princess. She learned her waltzes, she learned her matters and, along the way, she learned that her family didn’t consider her worth a damn if she couldn’t secure an advantageous marriage and work her way up in the world. Certain branches of the Fawley family had expanded their sights and expanded their minds over the years, marrying halfbloods and opting for peaceful solutions to the world’s problems while said world burned around them. But Safiye’s parents were members of the old guard; more traditional than even the highest purebloods in the pecking order, in hopes that they would move up and gain notoriety if they played along and pushed ahead.

Safiye is a woman good at hiding her annoyance behind grace and her hunger behind modesty. She was raised by parents who insisted she learned her place in the world and, so, she had no choice other than to learn it. But Safiye always had ambition. Not ambition like her parents, who only wanted to curry the favor of the more powerful and earn an invitation to sit at the fanciest tables. No, Safiye wanted more for herself. More for her future.

WHO THEY’VE BEEN

By the time Safiye graduated from Hogwarts, it was clear that her ambition was neither noticed nor appreciated by her family. When she informed them that she’d earned a whopping seven NEWTS, they asked if her instructor had expressed any interest in taking her on a date. When she expressed her desire to travel the world and become a writer, they told her that it was not an option for an unaccompanied woman, and that she’d secure better options for herself if she continued to live at home, keep her head down, and let them take care of everything.

Safiye felt trapped.

Enter: the Order of the Phoenix.

WHO IS LEFT?

Recruitment into the Order of the Phoenix was no easy thing to secure. After all, the secret organization was nowhere on Safiye’s radar – or even the radar of the general public! When she did manage to secure a place in the lowest levels of the Order, thanks to a well-timed conversation with Dumbledore that came as happenstance on the heels of a dinner with her former professor and head of house Horace Slughorn (who himself was none the wiser), things did not get easier. People within the Order didn’t trust Safiye, no matter how inconsequential the work she was doing for them was. She was a pureblood, they protested. Safiye didn’t help matters by continuing to participate in high society affairs, twirling her hair around her finger and making a good impression for her parents – while she passed along any relevant information she could to the Order’s ranks.

And, really? Her fellow Order members are right not to trust Safiye  She wouldn’t betray the organization, but she doesn’t particularly care for it, either; she wouldn’t lay her life down for it. What Safiye is hoping for (other than not to be seen with any of the muggleborns with which she spends her night patrols) is that the Order will win and create a world where she doesn’t have to be someone’s wife to be successful; a world in which she can take her dazzling smile and enviable wardrobe and continue living as she always has, with less restrictions. All Safiye is after is a better position for herself in the world, not a better world itself…and it’s only a matter of time before that becomes obvious to the other members of the Order. Whether they’ll ruin her before the war has a chance to is a stressful question for a later day.

Notable Dates:

June 1973 – Graduated from Hogwarts

PLAYED BY [ BREE ] ; FACECLAIM [ MELISA PAMUK ] ;

[aphsodel-rp-blog]

VICTORIA HARGRAVE; (n) the thirty year old wedding planner who is the reincarnation of Hera

REMEMBER VICTORIA

Hera is the goddess of marriage, women, and the sky. She is a daughter of Kronos and Rhea, sibling to Hestia, Demeter, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Like her siblings, she was swallowed at birth by her paranoid father, Kronos. He feared that a prophecy that one of his children would overthrow him, so he swallowed all of his children as a precaution. She and her siblings remained trapped in their father’s stomach until their younger brother Zeus who was not swallowed after Rhea tricked Kronos by giving him a rock wrapped in a blanket instead and having him raised in secret. Upon being freed, Hera fought alongside her brother and the rest of their siblings in the Titanomachy, eventually defeating their father. After the war, she married Zeus, making her the queen of the gods. Her marriage to Zeus is infamous and far from what you would expect for a goddess of marriage. Zeus was often unfaithful and fathered many demigods and gods during his escapades. Perhaps even more infamous was Hera’s temper. She was very angry with Zeus and jealous, so she often tormented his mistresses and the children that came from her husband’s affairs, coming up with new and crueler ways to punish them, never being able to go after her own husband who actually deserved it due to him being far more powerful than her.

THIS IS HER LEGACY

Victoria’s childhood was seemingly perfect, in the beginning. She grew up in a standard middle class family in Miami, her father working in finance and her mother staying home to take care of her and her younger sister. Victoria admired her parents, witnessing the love they had for each other, believing it to be pure and hoping one day she could experience the same. However, one day while tidying up the house Victoria’s mother happened upon a slip with a random phone number on it. Calling the number, she found the voice on the other end to be a woman, who admitted to her that she had been seeing Mr. Hargrave for awhile now. Victoria’s mother was shocked and upon confronting him, he packed up his bags and abandoned their family, eventually marrying his mistress and starting another family with her, leaving Victoria’s mother heartbroken and raising two children on her own.

Life after her father leaving was difficult, but her mother was a strong woman and did everything she could to take care of her and her sister. The three grew closer than ever, and she still keeps in contact with them regularly. Victoria was infuriated with her father, cutting him off right after he left and she still refuses to speak with him this day, no matter how much he tries to get into contact with her. He broke her mother’s heart, broke the vows in their marriage, and destroyed a family. It’s unforgivable in her eyes.

Victoria had always wanted to leave Miami and go somewhere else, try to find other gods. Her intuition led her to New York City after college, where she got a internship working for a prestigious wedding planner in the Big Apple. She worked hard, impressing the planner and she eventually hired her. She worked there for a few years, saving money until she could open her own studio. Her loyal customers and many new ones followed her over and it was a huge success. She has gained the pockets of many in the Upper East Side, Victoria being their go to for planning any events or weddings. 

VICTORIA’S PLAYLIST

She Loves Control by Camila Cabello

You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

She is Emeraude Toubia in another life, and is taken.

[witchbrewhq]

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY: CLOSED; NPC.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: cordelia.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: age 73 / 546; cisfemale, politician.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: mother to JUNIPER and HELENA, boss to THE SWEETHEART, old friend to THE ORACLE.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: +intelligent, +influential; -tunnel-visioned, -prideful.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: old school magic, burning sage, incantations in latin, large tomes of magic passed down to you from your elders, a keen eye.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: witchy woman by eagles.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: jessica lange.

you’ve been raised in the ways of witchcraft from a young age, taught by your nonna eva. and since you grew up in a powerful, influential family, you never wanted for anything. your family has long since passed, so you made your own. in your youth you adopt two children with powerful magic potential and raise them as your own. HELENA and JUNIPER quickly became your whole life, your whole world, as you raise them the same way you were raised; with magic. it’s been a long time since then, and now you and your children have founded this town. witchbrew. the name started as a joke, but then it simply stuck. you picture yourself a finder of lost souls, bringing them here to a happier life.

[wildxyouthrp-blog]

Meet SAVANNAH MONTGOMERY, born and raised in Waco, Texas. Some say that she resembles, UNDISCLOSED. Savannah is 17 years old which means she is a SENIOR here at Midway High and she is apart of the dance and cheerleading team. Lucky for us this role is CLOSED.

Savannah is known as popular. Currently Savannah is listening to Bebe Rexah, Ariana Grande and Ed Sheeran.

@xosavannah: Parents are gone for the weekend. Party at my place. BYOB.

Short Bio: Savannah is a Southern Belle, born and raised in Waco, Texas. She is well known within the town, her father the minister of the local church and her mama is the towns pediatrician. She is the oldest of five kids at the age of seventeen so she is the second mother to her younger siblings. She’s been dancing since she could walk but she didn’t start modeling till her freshman year of high school, she loves doing both. They are her passions. As far as high school goes, she is Queen Bee or better known as the Head Bitch but in her parents eyes, she is a straight A student and a sweetheart. 

Savannah’s secret stays safe with us.

[magicxislandrp-blog]

Her Information will go here.

[richkidrehab-rpg-blog]

Wayment, was that KRISTAN THOMPSON I seen at LAX dodging paparazzi looking just like daniellelickey? Apparently the 22 year-old FINANCE MANAGER/FREELANCEMODEL is ready to step out of KHLOE KARDASHIAN & TRISTAN THOMPSON’s shadow and make a name for themselves in this city. ABOUT K R I S T A N:

Life was sweet for Kristan whatever she asked for she got it then some because she is a very smart girl. Graduated top of her class and is now in business school hoping to become the CEO of her own finance company. For fun she freelance models and host some events as well.

COMMENTS ON THE SHADEROOM ABOUT KRISTAN INCLUDE:

✔[@realtristan: my babygirl is ambitious, charming and well-rounded just like her father]

✘[khloekardashian: Ariel is competitive,picky and an overthinker but what can I say she gets that from me]

IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF TMZ FOUND OUT ABOUT:

To deal with the stress of both her high profile careers she self medicates with Xanax for her along with her medical cannabis.

KRISTAN’S SQUAD WOULD BE INCOMPLETE WITHOUT:

Dakota Williams - Highschool friend  

Shaianne Jordan - childhood bestfriend

[opphq]

      One of 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐓𝐕 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 ‘s originals. 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬: 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝. The very first series welcoming in 29 Baddies and Bad Boys from all over the globe. Once upon a time, The Bad Girls held the title of who’s bad while the guys stood on the outside looking in from the sidelines. Now, we have included the guys to show who’s really bad. This isn’t any competition, this is a show of equality. These individuals are influencers, artists and just unique in their own way. Baddies & Bad Boys are out to take over the entire Dirty South into a chokehold. There will be several locations and stops where the Baddies & Bad Boys will be hosting and performing at the hottest clubs and parties. They’ll take the time to see and explore the world! Let’s not forget to mention the huge decked-out tour bus they will travel in. Watch as they tap into the wild and dark side of southern culture and prove why they are either still the baddest or bad in their own unique way.

        [ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔 ]   [ 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ]  [ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 ] 

[ 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ]   [ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ] [ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ] [ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒 ]

              We are now accepting auditions & reservations!

        𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

therubirose  — extending till 10/18 @ 11:59 PM

saweetie  — extending till 10/18 @ 11:59 PM

jaydacheaves — 10/19 @ 11:59PM

indialove — 10/19 @ 11:59PM

       𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃:

karlae sanders (msheatherrose fc)

annika mitchell (therealkylesister fc)

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Trudy’s faceclaim is EMILY BETT RICKARDS and she is RESERVED

BEFORE THE DISASTER »

Trudy Rivers was born to Mary and Robert Rivers. The Rivers were very caring parents, her mother working two jobs and her father constantly putting in for overtime at the office, just praying for that raise that never seemed to come, to make sure Trudy would never do without. A few years later, when Trudy was around 7, something unexpected happened. Mary fell pregnant for a second time. The couple shared hushed conversations about the child for many weeks, not knowing if they would be able to bring another child into the world with so little money. However, before long Mary began to show and Trudy started to ask questions. As soon as they told her that she may be getting a younger brother or sister, Trudy’s eyes became bright as she clung to her mother’s stomach and grinned. From then on, Trudy could usually be found with a protective arms around her mother or whispering to her bump about how much fun they were going to have together. Then, finally, Nancy was born. Trudy was captivated by her younger sister, always asking her mother questions and pestering her until Trudy was allowed to hold the baby for a while which usually ended in Trudy refusing to give her back.

As they grew older, Trudy kept her protective nature over her sister without being too overbearing. She would help Nancy curl her hair and choose outfits for dates, with Nancy doing the same for her. But then their father was laid off and the struggle set in. Trudy and Nancy had to stop being up to date with the latest trends like their friends and Nancy would usually be found in Trudy’s hand-me-downs whilst Trudy could be found in her mother’s. Seeing her sister struggle into a top that was obviously too big for her, Trudy decided that she had to take action. Trudy started working at the “All-in” diner in town every night after school to help to bring in extra funds into the household to go towards her sister’s well-being.

At the time, this selfless act seemed like no big deal to Trudy but, as the years went on, she realised something - she was stuck. Trudy had carried on working at the dinner until she was 25. Her grades weren’t at all exceptional and she wasn’t particularly talented or funny, Trudy had truly no idea where she wanted to go with her life.

Trudy was at work when the outbreak hit. Not understanding why the Diner was so bare of customers, Trudy decided to finish her shift early and head home. The scene that she was met with is one that shall be scorched into her brain forever. In the Dining room of their home sat her parents. Trudy called out to them, her usual smile on her face morphing into a frown as they did not reply. Turning the corner slightly she noticed a third figure in the room who had their head bowed into her mother’s neck. Were they crying? Maybe Trudy had interrupted something personal and that’s why they weren’t acknowledging her. Shrugging, Trudy started making her way to her room. Moving to climb the stairs, her foot hit a loose floorboard and a loud creak echoed through the home. The figure raised their head and looked at Trudy. Trudy fought back a scream, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, as she finally took in the scene before her. The figure’s mouth was covered in blood and was chewing on what looked like her mother’s neck. Trudy stumbled backwards, not being able to comprehend what she was seeing as her mother’s body fell to the floor, her eyes open and piercing. Trudy screamed and scrambled back to her feet before managing to flee the house. That day Trudy ran and she hasn’t stopped since.

AFTER THE DISASTER »

Trudy was at work when the outbreak hit. Not understanding why the Diner was so bare of customers, Trudy decided to finish her shift early and head home. The scene that she me with is one that shall be scorched into her brain forever. In the Dining room sat her parents, Trudy called out to them, her usual smile in her face morphing into a frown as they did not reply. Turning the corner slightly she noticed a third figure in the room who had their head bowed into her mother’s neck. Were they crying? Maybe Trudy had interrupted something personal and that’s why they weren’t acknowledging her. Shrugging, Trudy started making her way to her room and stood on a loose floorboard which caused an echoing creek to fill the house. The figure raised their head and looked at Trudy. Trudy fought back a scream, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, as she finally took in the scene before her. The figure’s mouth was covered in blood and was chewing on what looked like her mother’s neck. Trudy stumbled backwards, not being able to comprehend what she was seeing as her mother’s body fell to the floor, her eyes open and piercing. Trudy screamed and scrambled back to her feet before managing to flee the house. That day Trudy ran and she hasn’t stopped since.

HOME STATE » PENNSYLVANIA

BIRTH DATE » April 30th.

TRAITS »

Positive Hard-working → Kind → Brave.

Negative → Stubborn → Selfish → One-track-minded.

RELATIONSHIPS »

Family

→ Trudy is the older sister of NANCY RIVERS

Friends

→ XXX

Love interest

→ XXX

SKILLS »

Strength(s) → Basic combat → Speed.

Weakness(es) → Weaponry control.

[whoisleft-rp]

O F E L I A   J U G S O N

AGE [ TWENTY ] ; ALLIANCE [ DEATH EATER SUPPORTER ] ; BLOOD [ HALFBLOOD ] ; HOUSE [ BEAUXBATONS ALUMNA ] ; STATUS [ CLOSED ]

THE SOLDIER; After being educated in France, Rachael is a newcomer to the pureblood social scene. At every event, once people get a look at the rock on her finger, their first question is invariably: “Who are you married to?” And, once she tells them, a quick follow up of: “You’re joking, right?” coupled with a genuine laugh.

To put it nicely, Rachael Jugson is nothing like her new husband, Quentin. Where he is all steely-eyed determination and unnerving silences, she is brightness, energy and light. She’s never seen without a smile on her face, her idea of welcoming new neighbors is hand-making them a basket of baked goods and she has a habit of humming to herself when she’s waiting for time to pass. It isn’t an act, either–– she just happens to be a very personable, happy, upbeat type of gal.

Who just so happens to be married to one of the more violent Death Eaters.

THE BLUEPRINTS;

Although a new staple of the pureblood social scene, Rachael is a halfblood herself. It never occurred to her to hide this fact until she got some sharp looks from her sister-in-law April, and some judgmental ones from others. Now, rather than being caught between lying or telling the truth, she just politely says which family she married into. That answers tends to satisfy people without them doing any additional digging.

Even though Rachael seems to be sunshine and flowers and positivity all the time, she’s not the gentle lamb with the wool pulled over her eyes that everyone assumes her to be. While her personality is genuine and gentle, she’s not under any misconceptions about what her husband does in his spare time. She knows, fully, that he’s a Death Eater–– she has seen his Dark Mark, she understands what it means. On more than one occasion, she has even baked in preparation for a closed-door meeting of Voldemort’s followers happening in her home. She is not an airhead and she isn’t blind. Complicity is only the tip of the iceberg.

Rachael was an only child in a family that didn’t really want children. Having grown up in a verbally abusive household, she is very insistent on engaging in verbal praise as much as possible. When someone has done something well, she tells them; when someone is looking particularly nice that day, she makes sure they know. This is twice as true with her husband; nothing is more important to her than supporting Quentin, and someone speaking about her family––her new family––negatively is the fastest way to spark her normally nonexistent temper.

CONNECTIONS;

[Quentin Jugson] Rachael and Quentin are newlyweds, and Rachael is simply over the moon when it comes to him.  She likes to think she sees the good in the man that others simply cannot see, or refuse to see (despite the fact that they are both, of course, blood supremacists, but they’re good in her eyes), and she is very much Quentin’s soft spot.  She wants nothing more than to make him happy, to give him children and be his adoring wife.

[April Jugson] April does not like Rachael, and Rachael does not care.  Well, she does care, very much - but she believes that it’s something that she can change in April, that she can prove to her new sister-in-law that she’s a worthy wife for her brother and that April’s dislike is entirely unfounded.  She’s always extra (loudly) sweet to April, planning tea and shopping dates for the pair of them whenever she can: she’ll wear her down, with love.

[Adelaide & Gerard Dubois] As a Beauxbatons alumna Rachael spent plenty of time around the Dubois siblings, closer to Adelaide simply because of the time spent in their dorms together.  Finding out the Dubois siblings had moved to England was a happy day indeed for Rachael, hoping to have friends to spend time with outside of Quentin’s… odder ones.

PLAYED BY [ BREE ] ; FACECLAIM [ CAITLIN STASEY] ;  

[ruleandruinrpg]

VALERIYA VASNEV

TWENTY-ONE ❈ HUMAN THE ROYAL COURT | DUCHESS

She was born with the world at her feet and the stars in her hair—a pretty, pampered girl given dominion over all beautiful things able to be owned, and the sin all children are unfailingly born with missed her so that another might prosper: the rare crime of having too much. She wanted for nothing—not for the finest food, for the most beautiful dresses, and certainly not for the outpouring of love and attention from her doting parents—yet she desired everything, hungry even as she ate her fill, greedy even as she had enough, and perhaps that was her downfall, her damnation. Where others chose to repent, to fall on bent knee and beg for mercy, she embraced the very thing that robbed her of grace and had the nerve to ask for more still—if there was something to be had, be it fun, sweets, or trouble, one could know with absolute certainty that the Vasnev girl would be elbow-deep in it. It was endearing, seeing a young girl so unapologetic in her desires, courageous enough to dare to take the world for all it had, but it was a trait better reserved for the young, for the children not quite old enough to know better. She was a doll in her satin dresses, with her pearls and her rubies and her pink rose petals scattered about her dressing table—the ideal little duchess if there ever was one, but the sun sets even on the wealthy, and though it was a spectacle, as all things concerning her were, it left in its wake a darkness many possessed and few were brave enough to acknowledge.

She grew into something equally beautiful and terrifying, graceful, delicate, and cold—a Ravkan rose blooming in the dead of winter, and her sins only seemed to suit her more as she aged, clinging to her ink-black heart like the sleek fabric of a ballgown to the curves of her waist. She was cruel in the way of a girl who had never learned how to be anything else, and just as they had when she was but a little thing, they indulged her every whim, fawned over her like she was the nobility’s very own sankta. To be aloof was to leave more to the imagination; to turn her nose up at those who hadn’t had the good sense to be born into wealth was to give her lessers a better look at her elegant profile. She was a monster, this girl of silk and lace, and deep down, perhaps her admirers knew it, but it’s in the nature of men to worship that which may kill them, and Valeriya, precious Valeriya, was deadly in ways as familiar as they were strange. She tempted fate with every giggle and sneer, all but begged it to make an example of her—or, at the very least, to try. Girls like her were invincible, untouchable, gold-filled and divinity-kissed; girls like her knew everything, for their books had taught them so, yet knew absolutely nothing just the same. Funny, how a girl so full of life and fine wine could be so hollow; tragic, how she pitied the very souls who might’ve pitied her, had they had the luxury. She looked in the mirror and saw staring back at her a girl worthy of the worship of the world, and the world seemed to spin on in agreement.

And spin it did; as she aged, it became as clear as the crystal glasses she sipped from that Valeriya Vasnev was not merely a fleeting darling, a woman to be loved for a season and forgotten the next, but something enduring, the sort of woman immortalized in sonnets and beautifully paved streets. She was as stunning as she was despicable, as rich in naivete as she was in conceit, and they loved her for it, as they loved all terrible things—in earnest, yet with a passion so dreadfully shallow. She was everything they aspired to be and everything they hoped to never become all at once—a martyr drowning in luxury and crushed beneath the burden of setting an example for the lower classes, the patron sankta of gentility and beauty, a spoiled rotten girl who knew not what it was to live a life not drenched in sweet perfume and draped in silk smooth enough to rival the sea. “Let them drink kvas,” she’d laughed once, watching from her pedestal as the commoners starved outside the city gates, aloof in the way only a woman who’s never known true hunger can be. She was a fearsome thing to behold—this pampered, purring duchess, this sharp, cruel beauty, and she belonged to each of them in some way, and them to her. Wickedness loves company, and opulence seeks to be adored; there could be nothing less than a beautiful, unending glory for the Vasnev woman, and in keeping with her indulgent upbringing, there never was.

And now, it seems, there never will be. Betrothed to a Lantsov prince and poised to become a princess, she stands to see her name written in the history books, scrawled alongside that of kings and queens, of conquerors and kingdom-makers; she stands to be remembered, to be revered even more than she already is, and it’s beautiful, even as her people starve, and it’s beautiful, even as they sacrifice their sons and daughters for wars that will certainly outlive them all. She dances as the world burns, a harrowing, haunting sort of tragic, and they worship her still, hollow disciples falling at the feet of a sankta who knew suffering as intimately as she knew the stars—not at all. The truth has never been pretty, and beauty, though hardly ever true, is hardly fleeting. Let her wear her foxfur hats and white leather gloves; let her ride in velvet lined carriages while Ravka is forced to its knees. She was raised to be perfect, not sincere.

CONNECTIONS

VIKTOR LANTSOV: She’d like nothing more than to have him adore her half as much as the others at court do, and it’s a smite to her pride, no less, that her fiancé seems infinitely more interested in the art of war than courtship, more inclined to carry muskets than roses. She’s convinced herself that it’ll pass, that one day, when the war is won and he’s heralded as nothing short of a hero, he will love her more deeply than he’s ever loved his bloody, violent battles; she’ll make it so. Until that day comes, though, she’ll keep stealing glances across the room and touches when he’ll let her, writing his name behind hers in her prettiest calligraphy at dawn. He’s a challenge half-won; she has his hand, and one day, she’ll have his heart. She always gets what she wants; how could this time be any different?

ARISHA KOVROV: It could be said, with no small amount of reason, that she hasn’t a right to be angry, for the position and the responsibilities that inevitably accompany it wouldn’t suit her fickle fancies, and to say so would be correct, but the duchess has never been the sort to bear wrongs patiently, nor has she ever had the grace to share. She’d wanted the apprenticeship perhaps more than she’d wanted to breathe, an inclination owing to Lady Kovrov’s own desire of it, and being so cruelly robbed of it was a blow almost too harsh to bear. But Arisha isn’t the only pretty woman at court with intellect and ambition to rival the stars, and she’ll see to it that the score is not only evened, but tilted in her favor once more. A glance at the ring on her finger tells her that, perhaps, it already has.

VASILY BARANOV: She pities him, and it would be a sorry, condescending thing, had she not first seen him as something of an equal. He found himself at court as a victim of loss, an orphan, a man robbed of his father and a son forced to pick up the pieces, and her heart—her shallow, detached heart—bled for him a little, convinced, somehow, that his might bleed for her in return; it didn’t, nor did he worship her as she might’ve hoped, and she feels bad for him still, for his ghastly lack of poise and strikingly poor taste in companions. A man ought to learn how to conduct himself in a place like this, as wondrous as it is cruel—she would know.

VALERIYA IS PORTRAYED BY DANIELA BRAGA & IS TAKEN BY KATIE.

[ageofwrathrpg]

Name: Josette Proulx Age:  32 Ability: Regenerative Healing Faction:  LESYAS as an ASSASSIN Faceclaim:  Lyndsy Fonseca Availability:  TAKEN

THE STORY || TW: Death, Violence, Child Trafficking

Josette was born into a lavish life to a French lawyer and her husband. For the first years of her life, her parents raised her with loving hands that pushed her through the most advanced école primaire education that money could buy. They were an idyllic family, complete with white picket fences and a cat named Fluffy. They should have lived a long, happy life, but only one week before Josette’s twelfth birthday, her mother became involved in the most dangerous case of her life. Her client’s name was Raphael le Blanc, a Rostek charged with at least 20 separate cases of murder. As a closeted Vila herself, the case was already uncomfortably personal. On the third day of her involvement, Josette was torn from her bedroom in the wake of night by several of the Rostek’s allies. A note was left on her pillow that detailed the only way that Josette would be returned: if Mrs. Proulx could fabricate a story of her client’s innocence convincing enough to deceive the judge. If she failed, she would never see Josette again.

For four weeks, Mrs. Proulx fought for her daughter’s life by fighting for her client’s freedom. For five weeks, Josette rotted in a German base where her captors referred to her as “Hure” and she grew accustomed to moldy bread. On week six, Josette was blindfolded and scheduled to leave for Moscow, where the Rosteks had a shortage of soldiers. She was shoved into a crowded truck for 17 hours before being intercepted by a band of Lesyas. There was kicking, screaming, but Josette was too tired – too malnourished – to react, even when the driver pulled her from her seat and pressed a knife into her neck. She crumpled limply when he was killed with a gunshot. The Lesyas were ready to leave her for dead when her wound closed and she stirred on the ground. They took her with them to nurse, and then to train.

The Lesyas fed her hearty soups and dressed her in warm clothes. When she was brave enough to speak again, she asked to be reunited with her family. A thorough search, however, resulted in the discovery that her parents had perished in a horrible fire. Days after Le Blanc was released free of charges, a furious sister of one of his victims burned the Proulx’s home to the ground.  Josette was devastated, and then she was angry. The Lesyas helped her channel her rage into her training and found that she was quick to learn. She became a thief, and then an assassin. Her serious resolve frightened many, but as she grew more comfortable, her mein shifted. The Lesyas’ fear of Josette faded and was replaced with infatuation. She loved them like family, and proved to only intimidate those she wanted dead.

THE CHARACTER

Misfortune has plagued her life; she knows that. She knows how close she was to living one of winsome joy, with a clear path to an expensive university and high-ranking profession. She knows that it was by the hands of Rosteks that this path crumbled before her feet. Josette has all of the ingredients to be a creature of malevolence, but she got her patience from her father and her bravery from her mother. She isn’t willing to let the parts of them that make her a Proulx die. When the situation allows it, Josette is charismatic and lovely. The Lesyas that know of her past know better than to raise the subject. Those who don’t, know better than to ask.

CONNECTIONS

Kostya Chen - When Josette was first taken in by the Lesyas, Kostya would periodically visit her bedside to talk to her. Josette couldn’t understand a word of her Russian and was too afraid to speak even if she could, but Kostya could feel her effect on Josette (verbal reciprocation be damned) and it was enough to know that she was lifting her spirits. Kostya became Josette’s first friend and was the first person to see her smile.

Luka Viktorovich Ikashev - He’s too goddamn uptight, always sucking on a cigarette and glaring off into space. She’s taken to leaving wrapped chocolates outside his bedroom in hopes that that they’ll help with his severe broodiness. She has no idea if it’s been working, but they’re always gone by the next day, so she’s optimistic.

Eugene ‘Shifr’ Yosefich Tolmachev - She doesn’t know much about him except that he’s ridiculously rich. There are millionaire drug lords, and then there’s Shifr. On a particularly bad day of assassin’s work, he plucked her unconscious body from where he found it bloodied behind a dumpster. By the time they arrived at his stupidly luxurious manor, she was unscathed and conscious. He hadn’t known that she was a Vila and had to apologize to his doctor for waking her at such an atrocious hour.

Gavriil 'Moose' Moiseyevich Mussorgsky - Two years after her recruitment, Gavrill stepped into the manor. She followed him from a distance, watching curiously as he toured around her home. He knew that she was shy, and left chocolates by her bedroom to coax her bravery out of her. Needless to say, it worked. They became close friends and sparring partners.

Mikhail Borisovich Kadyrov - If not for him, Josette would have struggled with Russian for much longer than she did. It was a monumental relief to be able to speak French and to be understood. He was her first partner in crime, and informal tutor. He showed her the ropes of thievery and assassination. Many of her most dangerous missions were only successful because of his casual tips.

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ETC

She misses her parents. She does. Every year, on her mother’s birthday, father’s birthday, the anniversary of their wedding, and the anniversary of their death, she returns to France and visits their tombstones.

When she is given information about child trafficking, she drops the task at hand and obsesses over the system until she is certain of its destruction. Once, her Lesya superiors confronted her about this ‘unprofessional tendency.’ She threatened to leave the cause, and they shut up after that.

When she's upset, she trains. She locks herself in the gymnasium and doesn't rest until her muscles are overtired and she's completely annihilated the punching bags.

She has a pitbull named Anubis. 

The fact that her ability gives her a remarkably high alcohol tolerance is quite possibly the best thing in the history of ever.

[cabotcreekuniversity]

               [ CABOT CREEK UNIVERSITY INTRODUCES MONIKA LANKA ]

                [ HOME X QUESTIONS X RULES X NAVIGATION X APPLICATION ]

             Key information you should never forget...

She was born in the dead of night, which may explain her affinity for all things dark, in the country of Latvia. Life was not easy growing up with little money in a small home that always felt too cold. From her parents to the temperature, her childhood was frigid. When she was around twelve, an accident resulted in a leg amputation that was a major financial devastation for the family as not all of the recovery and medical costs could be covered, particularly with her parents taking time off work to help her, and as a result, Monika and her family were forced to be temporarily homeless. After saving and some help from her grandparents, they managed to build their lives back up, but everything that occurred caused Monika to put her education on hold. Now, after finishing her undergraduate work at Cabot Creek, she is in graduate school to better her future and chase her dreams.

                                               [ CHARACTER LEVEL: Yellow ]                                           [ YEAR: Third year graduate student ]                                                        [ MAJOR: Psychology ]                                                                [ MINOR: N/A ]                                                 [ HOUSING: Filled in by admins ]                                                 [ FACE CLAIM: Viktoria Modesta ]

                     What path will you take?

                        How is she viewed?

Classes are difficult and Viktoria often struggles, but with a firm head on her shoulders, she does not give up easily- a trait her professors admire.

There are few people who don’t find themselves captivated by Monika whether in a positive or negative way. She evokes reaction.

Back home, Monika was often teased, a fact that bothered her greatly, but one she is now grateful for as it gave her thick skin.

                         MONIKA IS CURRENTLY [ TAKEN ]

[greekxxrow]

Greek Row, we’d like to introduce you to Logan Marlowe. This nineteen year old is a originally from Bend, Oregon and is currently a pledge in Kappa Kappa Gamma. She is a psychology major with a minor in social thought. Fortunately for us, this role is taken.

ABOUT HER:

✘ Logan grew up in a small town where she was a part of a tight-knit, Christian community that immersed themselves in the beautiful nature that surrounded them. She’s also the baby in her family, having two older brothers who were overprotective of her. It didn’t help that her parents sheltered her as well. She was viewed as someone who wasn’t capable to fend for herself, and she grew to believe that.

✘ No longer having her family to depend on, Logan joined a sorority out of comfort. She wanted another form of family where she could go to when she was struggling and she found comfort in Greek Row. Unfortunately, some of the girls did not share the same values as her, so it came as a culture shock when she was introduced to the partying and reckless lifestyle some of them live. Joining the sorority has caused Logan to rethink her entire life and put her in an existential crisis.

WHEN SHE’S NOT STUDYING:

✘ Logan can be found working at the campus radio station, UCLA Radio as a host.

✘ She is also a part of the UCLA dance team.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

{+} Empathetic, Out-Spoken, Accountable {-} Naive, Lost, Insecure

SOCIAL MEDIA:

@softxthorns: Will I ever stop procrastinate? Probably not. 

@softxthorns: It should actually be illegal to have classes at 7:30AM. Send coffee, and lots of it. Please.

HER SECRET:

Logan didn’t come from a wealthy family. Her parents were able to provide for her and her brothers, but she got into college through many, many scholarships. She also works many jobs in order to qualify for work study money. One of her jobs is being a TA for a few of the classes on campus, but this allows her to have access to almost all the tests. In order to make money, Logan has people pay her to create cheat sheets for them.