#qvinnwildc

[leonarnaz]

“listen, you want my advice?” leon asked - his tongue wetting each worn lip as the resident starlet visited his barely-open club. without her admission, however, leon pressed forth and poured mrs wilde a drink (whiskey, on the house - for now). “if you want to keep the ratings up, hire something pretty and young. no one wants to see mr creep doing the weather.” @qvinnwildc​

[vivipessemier]

she lit her third cigarette with the suave flick of her thumb upon the lighter, dragging the nicotine slowly into her body before releasing the plume of smoke through the parting of her mouth. vivienne did not work, but being a mother and an inner-critic had resolved to drive the woman insane - so she took her pleasure in the country club, where people started and wondered what happened to the daughter of the house of pessemier… where women and boys both looked to her as if she were something bigger than a woman made of flesh and a single beating heart. so she turned to her peer, and admired her profile - watching silently as the music around them set the tone to the exclusive club. drawing a smile upon her lips, vivienne leaned into the news reader, pushing a cup of coffee towards quinn’s awaiting fingers. with an exhale, vivienne turned. “how is your husband, darling? married life is such a bore - isn’t it?” @qvinnwildc​

[clementbuchanan]

qvinnwildc​:

Here, harbour lights glowed ethereal, like summer’s thick-heat fireflies, but kindled in cooler gusts of New Year. Quinn didn’t mind getting lost in the darkness blanketing Monleon’s Last Friday, frame rocking in languid sway as her hawk gaze basked in colours of reds, blues, greens from shopfront windows pouring onto Main Street’s cement sidewalks, allowing the anchor to dim her own mainstream grin in exchange for her natural foxlike slant- already slick from a few glasses of bubbly from the art gallery. Fingers, too, slick enough to purchase a print from the gallery as a conversation piece– her own sordid humour roamed over the detail of abstract shape, figures. No, Quinn Wilde wouldn’t stand for pretty paintings of patchwork landscapes, or realist porcelain-housed flowers- she proclaimed to be allergic to such soft style. Thus, she had her latest print wrapped, and placed under arm as she meandered through store fronts. Butter-blonde curls bounced as she rounded a corner, an accidental collide with a passerby, stuck in crescendo of items hitting concrete, followed by a magnificent rip of her latst purchase’s canvas. 

“Afraid you don’t win any prizes for that aim ” she retorted after a beat, leaning down to pick up her print, unable to keep from laughing as she held up its limp, tattered form. “But maybe this piece is improved - which way’s the proper top?” She flipped it, summer bros scrunched in a teasing concern, “Better yet, what do you think it’s supposed to convey?”

It was like watching a train-wreck. The camera shudders as a polaroid frame pops out, shaken in the humidity laden air, fading from black to navy-tinted clarity. Lost in the murkiness of the photograph, one ill-time stumble creates a domino effect of little accidents and then –– a crash, defeating. Like china rolling around in the underbelly of the Titanic, the sound of glass and wood shattering on the beer-soaked curbside stops Clement in his tracks, a familiar face paired to the scene of the accident coaxing his strides toward her. He bends to gather the canvas in his hand, a warm smile directed toward the (obvious tourist) who fell headlong into the arms of Monleon’s most notorious news hostess, a litany of apologies already primed on his lips. “You make friends left and right here, don’t you, Wilde?” His lips cleave into a smirk. “C’mon. I’ll bargain with the owner to get you a new one –– he owes me a favour, anyway. He’d shudder to think a piece of his own collection was left damaged.”

[monleonrpg]

Quinn Wilde (ANNABELLE WALLIS) is looking for their HUSBAND. 

OOC INFORMATION.

Name: Caitlin

Age: 20’s

Pronouns: She/Her

Should applicants contact you before applying?: Not necessary but they can if they want to (@qvinnwildc)

REQUESTED CHARACTER:

Connection type: Husband

Who is this character connected to?: Mr Wilde can be connected to many people through his investments throughout town

Name: (UTP First Name) Wilde

Age: Late 30’s - Late 40’s

Suggested FCs: UTP, but suggestions are of any order (Eric Bana, Luke Evans, Omari Hardwick, Alexander Skarsgard, Aidan Turner,

Connection description: Imagine a speeding car. Sleek, slick, mastering craft and defying the mundane to end up first- a winner - earning acclaim, bone-chilling intrigue, envy and fascination. Mr Wilde is ruthless in his endeavours for success, power. He’s amassed a monopoly of influence over Monleon, with lucrative deals over businesses. To the public, he’s a charitable, inspirational man of calibre. Behind closed doors, he’s not above offering favours, deals, and merciless when it comes to unfavourable risk. Money and connections talk, and thus, he can chase what he wishes, feeling himself invincible, above the law in his demigod ways. Only time will tell if his thirst for success is worth it, as his reputation escalates, and his fingers are in too many pies. He’s a patron of several causes and businesses, including backing politicians -always aware of longterm gain with such actions.

He met Quinn when she was just a spirited news correspondent. Their courtship was hot, heavy, fast. His connections helped her earn a spot as an anchor, and without his influence, she would never be a household name on everyone’s morning television. Together, they’re a seemingly power couple. They own prime real estate right on the water, they attend galas, charity auctions, they have 2 kids, 1 dog. From those around town, their life seems enviable. In reality, the couple houses a masked facade the reality of their relationship facing turmoil as sins, greed, truth rears its ugly head behind closed doors. Step into the world of Wilde, and see what comes to the surface in their high-stakes game of life.

[rosalindevangeline]

27!

What is a lesson that you’ve learned the hard way?

“that life truly is short and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. that you can’t always put off until tomorrow things that are important, or words that you need to say.” she pauses, moisture pricking behind her eyes. “sometimes people really don’t understand that another can be entirely pulled away from you in the span of a second. i know i didn’t until it happened.”