restlesswhitaker

[restlesswhitaker]

"I wouldn't know, I've never met a loud or obnoxious woman in my life," Kris shot back, drawing a muffled laugh from the officer on the desk. "But if you insist." She followed after with a bounce in her step, ducking under Charlie's arm and scooting around her desk to sit in the Chief's chair. "Think I look like a natural here. Just need a gun."

Hazel irises roll as the sound of her best friends voice reached her office, an amused smile tugging at her lips as she pushes up from her chair and steps out of the door, gaze landing on the other femme. "How can a girl possibly get any work done when a loud, obnoxious woman is hollering outside of her office," Charlie teases lightly, hand rising to motion Kris into her office. "Get in here and we can talk."

[restlesswhitaker]

There was something about wolves and music, Kris had always found. A deep bass beat that could be felt in the chest had always felt primal to her, like a connection with something ancient. Of course it was always ruined in an environment like the club by people who were simply assholes, but that was the price of being out in the city. Grabbing the man she'd seen walk into the brunette, Kris pulled him aside and flashed yellow eyes at him- enough to make him reconsider his life choices, as he apparently decided to head out.

Following the girl, she settled beside her at the bar and leaned closer in order to be heard. "You alright?"

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆― claire mikaelson / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

the heat from inside the club was as suffocating as it was encouraging, the same could be said for the thud of music that bounced off the walls and traveled the floors and straight into her veins. she had almost not come out tonight, and as she moved her way through the crowd, already a couple drinks in, she found herself questioning what had tipped the scale to this very moment. "hey, watch it." she bit as someone ran right into her, making no obvious attempt at avoiding her. all bark fell on deaf ears, the music was far too loud to them to have heard her anyway. the witch kept moving until she found sanctuary in the form of a open space at the bar, sliding in to order a cup of water, or maybe another drink-- maybe, knowing her tolerance, one more drink could turn this whole night around.

[restlesswhitaker]

@traegics (Charlie)

"Excuse me!" Kris banged a hand on the station's front desk. Everyone there was well aware of who she was, and all of them just rolled their eyes as she raised her voice and carried on with her tirade. "Excuse me, I'd like to see the Chief! I've heard she's kind of an idiot, but I have important information for her! Chief Kenner! Chief Kenner, get out here and talk to me!" Laughing, she scanned the precinct and waited for Charlie to appear.

[restlesswhitaker]

[ chyler leigh | she/her] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. CYRA, an 497 year old FAIRY, is one of those from the PAST learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re COLD but the truth is that they’re really POWERFUL. Their style can best be described as AN AURA OF POWER, A CHEERFUL SMILE AND AN UNDIMMED SENSE OF WONDER, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in.

TW: Assault

The Past

Sometimes, the cascade of a person's life happens so gradually that it's not even noticeable. One pebble rolls down a hill followed by another, and another, and another, until it becomes a landslide. And sometimes the cascade is like Vesuvius exploding, rocks and lava thrown thousands of feet away and undeniable. For Cyra, it was the second.

It all began with her best friend. Kaidan and she were nearly inseparable, joined at the hip in the way that only children can be. But then one day he was gone, off to train with the Ecosians while she was left at home with parents that only saw her future value and not the person she was. Her childhood was filled with her father's abuse and the indifference of her mother, and all she dreamed was to get away.

With her first period came the moment that her parents had waited for, when she could be sold in marriage. And it happened quickly as she was promised to the eldest son of the high lord of the Autumn Court, an arrangement she chafed under and intentionally ruined by having sex with an Illyrian warrior.

Her parents responded to the loss of their asset by torturing her, leaving her in the Autumn Court with a note nailed to her stomach indicating she was her arranged husband's problem to deal with. Fortunately for Cyra, she was rescued and delivered to Kaidan instead. When he became Lord of the Night Court, Cyra was named his third in command, overseer of the Court of Nightmares and the Court of Dreams.

The Present

The joined cities were a new world, and one that wasn't easy to get used to. But if she was meant to do her duty and be the voice in Kaidan's ear, she needed her feet on the ground where she could learn the most. For a healer like herself, that was the hospital. Cyra dyed her blonde locks a mousy brown, had the right papers forged, and was soon assigned to do what she had a talent for - helping people, and learning things. The intel goes to Kaidan, and she waits to see just what the Courts' purpose is in this new world.

[restlesswhitaker]

[ bethany joy lenz | she/her] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. Kris Whitaker, a 41 year old WEREWOLF, is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re OVERPROTECTIVE but the truth is that they’re really CARING. Their style can best be described as LONG BATHS, LIT CANDLES and SHARP TEETH, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in.

Being a Crescent was a blessing, but it was never easy. Mary would say it wasn't meant to be. That being something special required more from a person. Kris - never Kristen, always Kris - would say if asked that such a thought was bullshit. That sometimes life just enjoyed kicking the shit out of a person and there was no good reason for it. No grand plan. Just a boot that kept finding the soft spot under your ribs until it felt like you couldn't breathe.

What made it worthwhile was pack. The ones who picked you up when you were down, who dragged you to Auggie's to drink when you wanted to fight the world, the ones who then fought the world with you once you were both liquored up. For Kris, that was Charlie. They scrapped like animals, Kris helped look after her children after she'd triggered her curse, and when the time came that Kris stagged to her door with blood all over her, Charlie hadn't asked questions - just been there to help clean her up and help her through her first shift.

She had watched her pack strain against Marcel Gerard's yoke, seen the cities merge, and now sees Triad trying to yoke the wolves once more. Kris has no grand plans of revolution and violence, only one goal - protect those she cares about, no matter what.