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closed for @hydraschaos

the  bastion  had  changed  in  the  decades  since  genevieve  had  graced  its  halls.  a  lie  about  a  business  trip,  location  on  her  phone  rerouted,  and  here  she  was.  she  didn’t  wish  to  be  here,  but  gen  knew  she  had  to  show  her  face,  had  to  become  available  for  the  table  should  they  need  her.  with  a  hefty  sigh  the  lawyer  slips  into  an  open  chair,  martini  sliding  towards  her  without  even  needing  to  order.  damn.  “  thank  you.  ”  she  replies.  it’s  not  long  before  another  joins  her,  and  gen  glances  out  the  side  of  her  eye  to  see  who  it  is.  “  i’d  ask  what  you’re  drinking,  but  i  have  a  feeling  you’ll  have  a  drink  slide  to  you  before  you  speak.  ”  and  sure  enough,  the  bartender  does  it  again.

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closed for @ultraviolcnces

nova  tech  was  headquartered  in  central  london,  a  beautiful  glass  tower  amongst  the  rest  of  the  sky  scrapers.  hanna’s  office  was  near  the  top,  a  beautiful  view  of  the  river  thames  and  the  rest  of  the  taller  buildings  around.  hanna  hadn’t  wanted  the  tallest  building,  just  the  space  they  needed  for  the  company.  early  in  the  morning  hanna  refrained  from  allowing  anything  on  her  calendar,  enjoying  the  sunlight  streaming  into  her  office  and  reviewing  the  newspaper.  the  sound  of  steps  echoing  towards  her  drew  a  brow,  few  people  would  come  see  her  now,  even  fewer  allowed  past  her  secretary.  her  expression  remains  curious  when  the  face  is  revealed,  but  hanna  at  least  folds  her  paper  and  sets  it  down.  “  early  morning  visits  ?  what  can  i  do  for  you,  my  favorite  sister  ?  ”

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⸻ rachel weisz, 52, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, GENEVIEVE COHEN. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are 52 and have been around london for 34 YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CONFIDENT and SECRETIVE, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as an ASSASSIN + CORPORATE LAWYER will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DESIGNER BRAND SHOES BECAUSE SHE CAN’T BREAK THAT VICE / AN UNDERGROUND LABYRINTH OF A WINE CELLAR / THE HIDDEN EDGE OF A BLADE JUST OUT OF SIGHT in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / melina vostokoff, rosalind dyer, dana scott. [ ⸻ honey ; 

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . genevieve claire cohen

nickname(s) . gen

age . 52

sexuality . bisexual

place of birth . new york city, new york

occupation . corporate lawyer assassin

height . 5'7"

tattoos . the birthdates of her family members + children on her upper spine

piercings . ear lobes once

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw: )

born  to  a  family  that  only  knew  crime,  gen  never  really  stood  a  chance.  trained  from  a  young  age  to  be  a  fighter,  she  had  mastered  most  skills  by  the  time  she  was  sixteen.  only  through  focus  and  improvement  was  she  given  the  ability  to  focus  on  her  favored  hobbies,  allowed  to  ride  her  prized  horses.

when  she  was  thirteen  her  family  moved  to  france,  they  owned  land  in  bordeaux  and  that  is  where  gen’s  love  of  wine  began.  days  spent  making  wine  alongside  her  grandmother,  nights  spent  learning  how  to  assemble  and  disassemble  weapons  blindfolded  with  her  grandfather.  it  was  a  trying  time,  but  there  had  never  been  a  secret  as  to  what  gen  was  being  raisd  to  do.

at  the  age  of  eighteen  she  was  gifted  to  the  table  and  moved  to  london.  there  she  was  introduced  to  even  more  of  the  underworld  and  gen  made  her  name  well  known.  she  was  a  honed  assassin,  she  was  bred  for  this.  failure  never  came  at  her  hand.

but  sometimes  accomplishments  don’t  amount  to  happiness,  and  the  honed  blade  of  the  table  found  herself  wanting  for  more.  she’d  fallen  in  love,  and  desired  to  have  children  away  from  the  underworld  and  not  have  to  worry  about  never  coming  back  from  a  job.  the  table  granted  her  freedom  with  a  window,  a  window  she  kept  secret  from  the  man  she  got  peace  with.  the  conditions  were  steep,  but  she  succeeded  and  earned  that  grace.

gen  went  off  to  become  a  lawyer,  and  quickly  went  to  work  making  a  life  for  the  family  she  wanted.  she  and  her  husband  were  an  unconventional  pair,  but  they  shared  a  deep  love  and  soon  enough  had  two  beautiful  children.  life  seemed  picturesque,  until  the  table  came  knocking.

now  gen  is  being  thrust  back  into  the  dark  world  she  left,  and  she’s  doing  her  best  to  hide  it  from  her  family. 

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main : her husband + 2 children.

lovers  :  not  her  husband  obvi,  but  the  pair  have  an  open  relationship.  while  gen  stayed  out  of  the  underworld,  that  does  not  mean  she  didn’t  sleep  with  people  from  there.  open  to  all  genders.

former  ‘co-workers’  :  people  who  she  was  close  with  when  she  worked  the  underworld  about  30  years  ago.  they  would  still  be  loyal  to  one  another,  probably  have  some  stories  to  tell,  and  a  lot  to  catch  up  on  now  that  she’s  back.

〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐍 / 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 〉,〈 𝐠𝐞𝐧 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉

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⸻ lucy liu, 55, cis woman, she/her ; ] welcome to the bastion, HANNA LEUNG. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are 55 and have been around london for 45 YEARS, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be ELEGANT and DECEITFUL, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SIBLING OF THE RIGHT SIDE / CEO OF NOVA TECH will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your LUXURY BRANDS FOR DAYS DUE TO A SHOPPING ADDICTION / SCREENS OF 0’S AND 1’S THAT ONLY MAKE SENSE TO ONE PERSON / PLAYING THE INNOCENT FLOWER WHEN EVERYONE IS WATCHING in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / reileen kawahara, fury axtar, mai ling. [ ⸻

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full name . hanna leung

age . 55

sexuality . bisexual

place of birth . hong kong, china

occupation . ceo of nova tech

height . 5'4"

tattoos . wouldn't you like to know ?

piercings . what to you notice ?

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

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born  in  hong  kong,  hanna  knows  far  more  of  london  than  she  does  china.  while  her  sister  was  being  raised  to  take  over  the  right  side  of  the  table,  hanna  was  being  pushed  to  learn  how  to  benefit  them.  she  was  picked  from  a  young  age  for  her  mind,  honed  into  a  brilliant  weapon  of  unsuspecting  chaos.  

she  graduated  primary  school  young,  went  off  to  university  amongst  peers  that  were  far  surprised  by  her  mind  and  her  age.  almost  forgotten  was  the  life  she  was  born  from,  and  hanna  embraced  the  enjoyment  of  academia.  she  was  smart,  and  she  put  her  mind  to  good  work.  eventually  she  graduated  and  founded  her  company  nova  tech  with  her  business  partner.

for  decades  this  is  how  hanna  has  functioned,  using  her  company  to  hide  many  parts  of  the  underworld  all  while  creating  high  tech  weaponry  and  robotics.  her  company  is  sought  after  by  many  contractors,  and  hanna  enjoys  funding  the  darkness  of  her  upbringing  through  it  all.

love  never  seemed  to  come  for  her  in  the  traditional  way,  small  amounts  shared  with  the  passing  lover,  a  deeper  bond  with  her  business  partner  that  never  stayed  static.  eventually  she  grew  to  desire  more,  but  not  the  love  that  required  a  white  wedding.  hanna  sought  to  have  a  child,  and  a  child  she  had.  her  daughter  means  more  to  her  than  she  cares  to  admit,  once  she  thought  such  love  would  be  a  weakness  but  now  she’d  kill  for  it.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main : her business partner + child.

exes  /  lovers  /  dalliances  /  flings  :  any  gender,  nothing  concrete  and  never  lasting.  hanna  has  a  long  string  of  ex  lovers  and  is  always  down  for  a  repeat  occurrence.  just  don’t  expect  her  to  spend  the  night  often  or  to  fall  in  love.  infatuation  is  her  game  far  more  than  anything  else.

〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 / 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐨 〉,〈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉

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matteo  didn’t  truly  enjoy  lecturing  valentina.  the  girl  just  lost  her  father  for  christ’s  sake,  the  last  thing  she  needed  was  him  acting  like  he  was  filling  in  the  role.  but  he  also  couldn’t  have  her  starting  fights  outside  of  the  ring.  matt  watches  her  cross  the  floor  to  meet  him,  and  he  tilts  his  head  as  she  speaks.  a  chuckle  slips  from  his  lips  at  the  words.  “  ah,  yes,  let  me  guess.  half  past  never  ?  ”  he  didn’t  plan  to  ruin  her  night  though,  he  never  really  did.  “  i’m  only  here  to  ask  you  to  keep  your  fighting  to  the  ring,  not  the  nightclub.  ”

Valentina saw him on the camera outside of the gym before he stepped inside. she knew instantly what he was coming by for and it wasn't her fault that some chick thought she could actually take her. if they wanted to underestimate her because of her height, that wasn't her problem. and the whole point of an underground fight club, was to fight. perhaps that meant inside of the ring, but she couldn't be blamed for her temper and impulsive nature. she steps outside of her office, catching sight of him making his way across the floor towards her. "must we? if you're here to ruin another night, i'll get my secretary to get back to you to schedule an appointment." she didn't have a secretary.

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chelsea  sighed  when  her  mother  didn’t  scold  her  for  the  snappy  outburst.  she  knew  she  shouldn’t  have  done  it,  but  sometimes  when  she’d  been  up  for  too  long  and  practiced  for  too  long,  control  was  the  last  thing  she  possessed.  that,  perhaps,  was  the  point.  

she  takes  a  deep  breath  when  her  mother  moves  closer,  smiling  a  bit  at  the  gentle  gesture.  many  wouldn’t  believe  the  director  of  the  vipers  could  be  gentle  or  kind,  but  chelsea  had  always  seen  that  in  her  mother.  it  made  her  betrayal  even  worse,  pushing  to  live  a  life  that  she  hid  from  the  woman  who  raised  her.  it  felt  unfair,  but  chelsea  had  desires  and  a  darkness  that  deserved  to  be  used.

a  soft  nod  comes  from  the  blonde,  “  i  can  keep  going,  my  feet  aren’t  bleeding  yet.  ”  when  she  was  younger  she’d  danced  and  danced  and  danced.  on  her  toes  so  much  that  her  feet  would  protest  for  weeks. 

"i know you will, darling." she took a few steps closer to her daughter. the wrong step, the hesitation, a loss of balance could mean life and death, it's why her children needed to be perfect, so they could be safe. viviana brushed chelsea's hair back, even though the hair didn't quite need organizing.

viviana hoped that one day her children would understand why the hardship, why she grilled them more than the other students at this school, but it's not the right time. at least not publicly, she knew what chelsea was doing behind her back and she's choosing to let it happen.

"come, let's go through it again. you're not tired yet, are you?" she used the controller to reset the song.

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a  small  sigh  slips  from  her  body,  scarlette  was  a  bit  brazen  and  cared  little  for  rules,  but  she’d  never  intentionally  try  to  insult  the  head  of  the  fucking  table.  “  i  always  feel  safe  in  the  bastion.  i  know  it’s  silly,  but  i’ll  remember  to  look  before  i  speak  next  time.  ”  because  she  was  lucky  morgaine  chose  to  forgive  her.

while  scar  believed  that  the  woman  had  a  soft  spot  for  any  children  of  the  table,  she  would  rather  not  push  her  luck.  years  of  growing  up  playing  in  the  space  that  was  certainly  not  for  children  taught  her  well.  one  mistake  might  be  forgiven,  second  mistakes  do  not  happen.  she  might  fight  her  job  sometimes,  she  might  struggle  and  wish  she  had  a  picturesque  childhood,  but  she  knew  where  her  life  truly  was.  the  table  had  her  loyalty,  and  morgaine  was  the  head  of  that.

a  dark  chuckle  slips  from  her  lips,  smiling  as  she  glances  at  the  blonde  fully.  “  tongue,  eye,  fingers…  afraid  they  won’t  be  sharing  their  tales  for  several  reasons,  ma’am.  ”  examples  were  made,  and  what  was  meant  to  simply  be  a  warning  had  turned  when  the  other  attempted  to  fight  scarlette  off.  poor  choice.  thankfully,  she  had  authorization  to  finish  the  job  the  way  she  did  if  faced  with  resistance. 

Morgaine leans against the wall. “Your apology is accepted, but I think it demonstrates that one must always be aware of one’s surroundings, hmm? Especially in our line of work. That’s something the cannot be taken for granted.”

Morgaine was easy on Scarlette because she was the daughter of the Head of the Left Side of Table: valuable weapons in Morgaine’s arsenal. Scarlette was also very good at what she did despite her youth, but her upbringing had given her all the influence she needed. Of course if any of them were step out of line there would be consequences. Few people under Morgaine’s rule were allowed second chances and those only came by through consistent loyalty. Loyalty was always rewarded.

A faint smirk then crosses her red lips at Scarlette’s success. “Very good. I’m pleased to hear it. When someone spits at the Table, you take their tongue. We don’t do an eye for an eye here; if someone takes an eye from us we take their head. Simple.”

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“  keep  that  phrase  on  your  tongue  in  this  world  and  you’ll  go  a  long  way.  ”  she’s  probably  preaching  to  the  choir,  but  scar  offers  the  words  kindly,  not  condescendingly.  a  smirk  tops  her  lips,  and  she  can’t  help  but  chuckle  a  bit  as  she  straightens  her  dress.  “  i’ll  keep  that  in  mind  for  next  time.  ”  she  damn  sure  wasn’t  paying  for  this  to  be  kept  secret.  “  you  wouldn’t  notice  someone  go  from  bloody  to  fabulous  ?  how  sad.  i  put  a  lot  of  effort  into  this  look.  ”

"I don't see anything." At least nothing that was too out of the ordinary at this point for him to flinch in the process. "You'e lucky, usually I like to get paid for my discretion." He wasn't above putting some cash in his pocket, just for the hell of it. "Though I would not have really noticed if you hadn't said anything."

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scar  continued  to  watch  the  antonini's  man  walk  off.  he  couldn't  really  tell  her  much,  but  she  also  didn't  wish  to  attend  a  fight  in  the  middle  of  a  night  club.  "  sounds  boring.  "  she  shares  with  a  shrug.  while  scarlette  knew  she  was  supposed  to  learn  more  about  who  was  in  each  gang  under  the  table,  she  did  not  care  enough  to.  the  girl  knew  who  she  needed  to.

a  bright  smile  lights  atop  her  lips  at  the  suggestion,  "  i  couldn’t  agree  more.  did  i  tell  you  about  the  new  shot  i  saw  online  ?  it’s  called  a  sour  gummy  bear.  ”  people  claimed  it  tasted  more  like  a  starburst,  but  scar  was  willing  to  try  anything.  then  again,  tequila  was  also  always  a  good  choice.  “  probably.  i  assume  you  have  to  go  ?  ”  she  doubted  they  had  a  choice  in  the  matter,  really.

Valentina shakes her head at matteo, scrunching a face at him when he turns to walk away before she looks back to her friend. "he always has been. needs to be all in the family business." that was his job, but that didn't mean he had to constantly ruin her fun. let a girl grieve how she wished.

Plucking her drink from scar, it only took three gulps to finish off her drink, moving to link their arms together. "i suggest we have a couple shots, get a new drink, and show them all up on the dance floor." the last thing she wanted to do was to drawn matty boys attention again. "are you going to attend the gala?" it was obvious that both of them would be there.

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@phantxmthreads

“  i’ve  been  asked  if  having  a  father  as  a  tailor  gets  me  any  special  treatment.  ”  rhys  begins,  buttoning  the  new  shirt  he  was  picking  up  to  try  it  out.  his  father  never  got  his  measurements  wrong,  this  was  more  because  he  wanted  to  feel  the  new  material  than  to  ensure  it  was  the  proper  size.  “  i’m  sure  you  can  imagine  what  i  often  reply.  ”  he  could  be  a  cheeky  little  shit,  rhys  usually  smarted  off  to  people  or  told  them  to  figure  it  out  themselves.  

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@bvrnin

maps  in  hand,  siri  intends  to  memorize  every  inch  of  london  while  she  can.  her  photographic  memory  did  a  lot  of  work  as  is,  but  she  found  walking  it  could  also  prove  to  be  the  best  course  of  action.  the  adjudicator  refused  to  be  caught  off  guard.  normally  much  more  graceful,  she  manages  to  make  a  misstep,  papers  in  hand  and  raising  in  her  annoyance  at  herself.  siri  peeks  up,  and  is  grateful  she’s  avoided  stepping  on  another’s  toes.  “  apologies.  i  think  my  map  is  outdated.  ”  which  was  also  equally  as  annoying.  

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@hydraschaos

"  the  bastion  should  really  invest  in  a  cafe.  "  rhys  says  as  he  cradles  his  cup  of  tea,  a  cup  he  brewed  in  his  room  and  took  down  to  enjoy  in  the  lobby.  plenty  of  people  passed  along  this  space  and  while  little  shared  was  useful,  rhys  did  so  enjoy  the  people  watching.  “  a  nice  cup  of  tea  goes  a  long  way.  ”  adds  he.

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@talesofmanyx

standing  on  a  balcony  at  the  bastion  felt  like  an  entirely  different  world.  the  city  around  them  had  no  idea  about  the  criminal  underworld  that  lay  beneath  their  noses.  pulling  out  his  cigarettes, he  flips  open  the  top  and  offers  a  silent  cuss.  of  course  he  lost  his  lighter.  just  as  he’s  about  to  slip  the  vice  back  into  his  pocket  the  door  to  the  balcony  sounds,  and  rhys  has  a  bit  of  hope.  “  please  tell  me  you  have  a  light.  ”

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@talesofmanyx

slipping  out  of  her  cherry  red  car,  the  girl  with  matching  hair  scans  across  the  crowded  lot.  she  knew  better  than  to  dive  into  an  unknown  organization,  but  here  she  was  all  the  same.  the  princess  from  the  west  coast  was  a  faceless  nobody  here,  she  could  do  what  she  loved  and  nobody  batted  an  eye.  glancing  to  someone  near  by  she  offers  a  grin,  "  do  you  know  if  there  are  any  open  slots  for  tonight  ?  "  she'd  been  wracking  up  quite  the  number  of  wins  in  the  past  few  months,  but  lux  still  waited  until  the  last  minute  to  sign  up.

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@talesofmanyx

"  your  files  are...  impressive.  "  siri  hadn't  been  to  the  uk  library  in  years.  she  certainly  hadn't  perused  files  in  a  few  months.  the  adjudicator  hadn't  been  sent  on  a  case,  finding  herself  in  london  was  a  change  of  pace.  instead  of  taking  a  break  like  she  should  be,  siri  was  deep  diving  into  the  files  of  all  the  little  criminals  in  the  area.  best  to  know  who  to  avoid,  who  to  enjoy,  and  who  to  play  with.  "  tell  me,  do  you  have  them  on  all  the  employees  of  the  bastion  as  well  ?  "  she  imagined  yes,  but  also  knew  she  shouldn't  look  at  the  manager  or  concierge  just  yet.

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@talesofmanyx

a  hefty  sigh  slips  from  matteo's  lips  as  he  hears  of  yet  another  attempted  fight  in  the  nightclub.  after  breaking  up  the  one  between  valentina  the  other  night,  it's  like  people  were  itching  for  something.  speaking  of...  ending  the  call,  the  consigliere  pushes  up  from  his  desk  and  slips  out  into  the  gym,  eying  the  floor  until  he  spots  the  familiar  dark  haired  fighter  he  still  had  yet  to  lecture.  the  man  looks  entirely  out  of  place  in  the  gym,  done  up  in  a  suite  and  polished  shoes  that  click  as  he  walks  across  the  floor.  but  matteo  likes  it  this  way,  he  likes  his  office  being  in  the  place  he  can  closely  watch  the  misbehaved.  “  miss  antonini.  a  word  ?  ”

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⸻ max irons, 39, cis man, he/him ; ] welcome to the bastion, RHYS THORNE. we’ve had a problem with our system, please help me readjust your files. it says here you are THIRTY NINE and have been around london for YOUR WHOLE LIFE, correct? yes, i’ve read an article about you - they said you can be CONFIDENT and DISTANT, is that true? no matter, i’m sure your position as a SPY FOR THE TABLE will conceal all of that. all done now. i hope to be seeing more of your DOZENS OF PASSPORTS WITH FALSE NAMES ON EACH / A WARDROBE TO FIT EVERY OCCASION / PERFECTLY BLOWN SMOKE RINGS in the future. enjoy your stay, and remember the rules. / / james bond, jack ryan, jason bourne. [ ⸻ honey ;

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full name . rhys henry thorne

nickname(s) . rhys

age . 39

sexuality . heterosexual

place of birth . london, england

occupation . spy for the head of the table

height . 6'0"

tattoos . plenty of scars + tattoos worked over the scars.

piercings . none

pinterest . here

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

( tw: )

a  lot  of  this  is  tbd  while  plotting  with  daddio

rhys  fell  in  love  with  spy  movies  as  a  kid.  it  seemed  so  fast  passed,  so  intense  and  interesting  that  he  sought  to  find  a  way  into  that  world.  he  won’t  admit  it,  but  he  can  quote  the  old  james  bond  movies.

but  being  a  spy  for  the  crown  just  wasn’t  what  he  thought  it  would  be.  covering  up  shit  for  politicians  and  people  who  needed  to  keep  a  clear  image  wasn’t  what  he  signed  up  for.  that  damn  sure  wasn’t  what  007  did.  his  tipping  point  was  always  a  delicate  one,  which  is  why  one  little  wind  pushed  him  into  the  world  his  father  had  already  embraced.

years  later  he’s  a  spy  for  the  head  of  the  table  herself.  nobody  knows  really,  but  they  damn  sure  do  know  he  does  something  for  the  table.  rhys  weasels  his  way  into  every  sort  of  situation,  he  learns  your  secrets,  and  he  reports  what’s  worth  it  to  the  woman  in  charge.  sometimes  he  gets  his  hands  dirty,  and  the  lack  of  rules  and  regulations  certainly  makes  him  enjoy  this  job  a  far  bit  more.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on main :

flings, exes, messes : is hoe, make mess.

friends : or as close as they can get. he doesn’t really get close to a lot of people but their relationship works because they don’t really ask any questions either.

sparring partners : he enjoys fighting, and they keep one another in the ring and up to skill.

connections : people who tip him off to things, whether willing on their part or just people he has manipulated into it and don’t even realize what is going on.

enemies : or just in general people who don’t like him, people who don’t get along with him, people who he doesn’t like.

〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 〉

〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 〉

〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 〉

〈 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 / 𝐬𝐩𝐲 〉,〈 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬 / 𝚍𝚎𝚟 〉