#ketterdam.intro

[ladyaksoy]

❝    ⸻    𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐆𝐎𝐃,   feride  banu  aksoy.  the  streets  of  ketterdam  have  struck  a  deal  with  the  mercher / affiliate  within  the  dregs.  rumors  throughout  the  barrel  claim  that  she  /  they  bear  resemblance  to  melike  ipek  yalova.  the  thirty - five  year  old  demiwoman  is  reputed  to  be  both  diligent  and  haughty,  which  is  why  the  komedie  brute  performs  control  by  halsey  when  featuring  them  in  an  act.  posters  plastered  throughout  the  city  by  the  stadwatch  depicting  their  likeness  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  a  perfectly  shining  coated  fruit;  rip  it  open  and  see  maggots  eating  its  rot  / 'all  daughters  turn  into  blood-thirsty  hounds  after  years  of  licking  their  own  wounds  and  biting  their  tongue'  /  looking  at  your  reflection  on  the  mirror  and  superciliously  tilting  your  chin  up;  you  must  know  how  to  carry  the  weight  of  a  dynasty  of  dead  looking  back  at  you.  in  the  end,  they  may  be  just  another  reason  that  there  are  no  good  men  in  @ketterdamhqs.

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[anikadekloet]

YOU ARE A BETTER KNIFE THAN A PERSON.

QUICK FIRE BULLET POINTS under the cut !

*tw for: parental death*

❝    ⸻    𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐆𝐎𝐃,   ANIKA DE KLOET.  the  streets  of  ketterdam  have  struck  a  deal  with  the  LIEUTENANT  of  THE  DREGS.  rumors  throughout  the  barrel  claim  that  she  bears  resemblance  to   ADELINE RUDOLPH.  the  TWENTY -SIX  year  old  CIS  WOMAN  is  reputed  to  be  both  LOYAL  and  VENGEFUL,  which  is  why  the  komedie  brute  performs  HURRICANE  by  HALSEY  when  featuring  them  in  an  act.  posters  plastered  throughout  the  city  by  the  stadwatch  depicting  their  likeness  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  UNNERVING ANGER THAT RADIATES OFF IN WAVES  ;  IMPULSIVE HAIR DECISIONS TO QUELL THE VIBRATING THAT SITS DEEP WITHIN  ;  CURLED LIPS IN A SNEER AT THE IDEA OF COWARDS AND TRAITORS AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN  ;  BRUISED KNUCKLES AND SPITTING OUT BLOODY TEETH WITH A GRIN.  in  the  end,  they  may  be  just  another  reason  that  there  are  no  good  men  in  ketterdam.   (  jessie,  twenty-two,  gmt,  she/her.  )

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her biggest personality trait is being THE biggest hater of the dime lions

her father used to a bruiser for the dime lions during pekka rollins' days. he tried to double-cross pekka once and was obviously unsuccessful - but instead of taking the consequences with his chin, he threw his wife under the bus to take the fall.

her mother was also kerch-born, but from the outer district farms. frankly, she was a big believer of minding her business but the dime lions are sent after her.

she dies, and her father isn't too far behind, after pekka finds out about the betrayal anyway.

little anika is now an orphan on the shady streets of ketterdam, angry the way teenagers are and angrier still at her hand in life.

this is how kaz brekker and his offer of the dregs find her.

she works her way up, knuckles and bones, bottom rung of the ladder. spends a lot of her time holding grudges, hating her dead father and trying to feel something when throwing a fist.

scrappy in a fight. even better with knives as weapons.

undyingly loyal to kaz and his version of the dregs. was one of the first to defend him when the city turned against him, and has been rewarded for this loyalty by being lieutenant. does a lot of brunt work for it but doesn't really mind - in a world of shady morals and looking over her shoulder, she can't find any crimes worse than betrayal and cowards.

lives in the slat. lives and breathes for the dregs. doesn't really know how to be anything else than feral.

[grenatki]

❝    ⸻    𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐆𝐎𝐃,   coen  novik.  the  streets  of  ketterdam  have  struck  a  deal  with  the  lieutenant  /  alkemi  within  the  black  tips.  rumors  throughout  the  barrel  claim  that  he  bear  resemblance  to  giuseppe  maggio.  the  twenty  -  eight  year  old  cis  man  is  reputed  to  be  both  long  -  sighted  and  money  -  oriented,  which  is  why  the  komedie  brute  performs  london  calling  by  the  clash  when  featuring  them  in  an  act.  posters  plastered  throughout  the  city  by  the  stadwatch  depicting  their  likeness  have  given  them  a  reputation  of  emerging victorious from a fight that had all the odds against you; the artificial smell of roses from your childhood; a black hand without the index and middle fingers tattooed on your right forearm;  the  thrill  of  exploding  a  bomb  at  the  right  time.  in  the  end,  they  may  be  just  another  reason  that  there  are  no  good  men  in  ketterdam.

                              𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⸻  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ⸻  𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌

                                              grenatki: ravkan word for grenade.                                                                penned by nare.

[rzrgull]

     ❝    ⸻  they’ll  take  me  dead  if  they  ever  take  me.

roan  wensink ,    he/they  —  grifter  +  surviving  razorgull .

a  forgotten  sibling,  banking  on  being  underestimated ;  lips  that  simply  think  lies  taste  sweeter,  letting  them  spill  and  paint  the  world  in  a  brighter  color ;  a  patchwork  persona,  desperately  crafted  —  rings  on  every  finger  and  cheap  cologne,  battered  playing  cards  and  the  too  loud  ticking  of  a  stolen  watch  —  in  the  attempt  to  undo  an  old  mistake.

amicable,  clever,  and  eloquent  —  paranoid,  dishonest,  and  ostentatious

the second child of bram and marit, roan is born in ketterdam. despite being acceptable parents, the two will fail to connect well with their children. even now, despite bram and marit likely still living in the same apartment they did when roan was born, he thinks of only kacper, rotting in a cell somewhere, as his family. they didn't do anything wrong, the siren song of the city simply called louder.

at  only  six,  roan is brought into his brother's schemes. people take pity on children, especially young ones with sob stories. with the way the city is, it was easy to convince marks that they were orphans, in need of coin to find a meal. kacper would take the money to a gambling club. sometimes he would double their earnings and they would celebrate. others he would lose it all, and roan learned not to ask questions.

roan figures out the hard way why his brother is so careful about where he runs his cons. getting caught in dime lion territory leaves him with a black eye, a number of scrapes, and a reminder that he was handled lightly given his age. kacper cleans his wounds and tells him he's lucky. it could have been worse or the stadwatch. roan learns that bruises and blood are preferable to jail time, but decides he'd like to avoid both if he can.

kacper doesn’t take his own advice.

kacper never comes home one night and roan doesn't think much of it. however, when he's still missing the next day, nerves begin to rise. it takes two weeks to piece everything together, and even then all he really knows is that there was a job, his brother was involved, and it did not go well. his stomach turns when he realizes how much his brother likely left him out of. all the answers point to him being sold out, and roan starts picking at the threads, getting closer.

every spool goes up in flames and roan’s search is left fruitless. they’re lost, a walking ghost of what they once were. 

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roan is quite good at what they do. they're a confidence man, and they make others feel confident; confident enough to trust them when they really shouldn't. but why wouldn't you? an amicable young man who feels like he could be your little brother. yet, it's partially a rouse. it's easier to trust someone who appears to be foolish; you assume you can trick them, so you don't observe them with as much scrutiny. everything is carefully curated. even the clumsy way they appear to dress, nice pieces that don't quite match, as if they're playing at being something their better. trust them. what do you have to lose?

kacper was the only other teacher besides the city itself that roan knew. while the library of cons they run has expanded somewhat since kacper ... left, most are variations on the original set that their older brother taught them.

a conman would be nothing without the lies they tell. thankfully, roan is very good at appearing sincere. not only sincere, but playful, welcoming, warm. they make people want to trust them. the hard part is finding where the line is when the marks leave the room. what's left when you take away the pieced together persona they've created?

while it's not they're usual modus operandi — they prefer to convince you to hand them your watch, rather than take it — roan maintains some slight of hand skills. at the very least, it makes for an amusing party trick. watch the card disappear. pay no attention to my compatriot who will likely strip your pockets clean while you're distracted.

roan made a promise to themselves that they would never be the last person to have information again, and for the most part they've kept their word. they're a good listener. it's not that they make other people want to share their secrets, but often they're comfortable enough they don't realize they're doing it. even scraps of secrets can be worth something in the barrel, especially if you keep putting them together.