#but not going to her mother's birthplace because she has no reason to believe there's anything there for her.

[blujayonthewing]

reflecting on how all of my other DMs have gone above and beyond to lovingly weave my and my friends' backstory elements into the larger worldbuilding of the campaign by contrast to all of the ways Elyss' DM has gone out of his way to suppress or excise any influences her family may have ever had on anything and I'm genuinely near tears over it

[voloslobotomyservice]

thank you @necroticyuzu for the tag! 💫 and thank you everyone who participated in my poll! I love talking about my little Tavs and I can’t stop making them so I’m always down to be tagged in these sorta things!

no pressure tags: @beesht @grandmother-goblin @auspex-author (yk I’m always down for Shior lore)

Name: Saoirse Nic’Phaid

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: mostly straight (but she’s working on defining it)

OTHER

Family: A complicated conversation. Older human father who’s unable to work, younger wood elf mother who abandons the family often, and an older brother Arthur who was tragically murdered five years before the events of BG3 took place.

Birthplace: Lower City of Baldur’s Gate.

Job: Criminal, I suppose? She doesn’t really have a traditional job. Instead, she’s spent most of her life stealing and then selling items to make a living. It even brought in more money than Arthur was making when he was alive and working.

Phobia: Thalassaphobia. She never learned how to swim.

Guilty Pleasure: Hooking up with problematic men. They oh-so-bad but oh-so-good in bed. Her own ex-boyfriend was a member of the Zhentarim, after all.

MORALS

Alignment: Neutral Evil - rather selfish in her actions, yet will help others who are similar her.

Sins: Theft. Lots of it. Jealousy, coveting what others may have knowing she could never have it. Will usually say whatever pops in her head without thinking it through first, which gets her in trouble. Can be very self-centered in different situations (ex. she refused to take poison from Nettie at the Grove after she didn’t help the party cure their tadpole)

Virtues: Loyal to those she loves, almost to a fault. When able to, very much a “steal from the rich to give to the poor” type. Believes honesty is the best policy (unless your life is at risk, then lying to save yourself is acceptable). Family is also very important to her, especially her father, and she tried to make sure he had well over a years worth of gold before going on the run.

THIS OR THAT

Introvert/Extrovert/Ambivert - Likes to be social but also enjoys time to herself. Tries to keep a healthy balance of both.

Organized/Disorganized - in some aspects of her life, at least. When it comes to her money, she’s very organized.

Close Minded/Open Minded - No defining reason. She just is.

Calm/Anxious/Restless - Being on the run for a crime she may (or may not) have committed, she is constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure she and her companions are safe (but mostly her).

Disagreeable/Agreeable - That is, if you see eye to eye with her.

Cautious/Reckless/In Between - After the loss of her brother, she was very reckless in her crimes and overall behavior, but she has calmed down a bit. She will still do risky things for the fun of it, though.

Patient/Impatient/In Between - Do not test her.

Outspoken/Reserved - Almost too outspoken for her own good.

Leader/Follower/Flexible - Because she’s very headstrong, she easily fell into the leader position of the party.

Empathetic/Unemphathetic - To those that are like her: who’ve struggled, who understand how hard life can be. Won’t listen to the sob story of some upper class elitist.

Optimistic/Pessimistic/Realist

Traditional/Modern/In Between

Hardworking/Lazy - But hardworking in the way that she’s taking from others… yeah I don’t like to think about the logistics of it too much.

RELATIONSHIPS

OTP: Don’t hate me. But. Saoirse is absolutely crushing on Aradin, despite how much of an ass he is. She thinks she can fix him. Maybe she can.

Other Ships: Hooks up with Rugan after rescuing him from the gnolls, which leads to an interesting throuple dynamic when they’re all in Baldur’s Gate.

BroTP: Surprisingly, she and Lae’zel get along swimmingly. Maybe it’s because they have similar personalities. She and Astarion also gossip about the drama between their camp companions, as well as tease each other over their romantic pursuits. Also apparently she and Shadowheart get along very well!

NoTP: Gale annoys her, but she also sees him as a powerful ally and a good companion. Thoroughly rejects any of his advances.

[enchi-elm]

I've been writing some smut for two of my OCs in the Turn fanfic You've Caught Me Between Wind and Water, Lt. Jameson Mullcock and Lt. Frederico Ridgewell. It's going really well, so well in fact that I might end up submitting it to an erotica magazine in the future--which would prevent me from posting it on AO3.

To that end, to cover my own disappointment, here's some bits of lore for these two, gratis:

Background

Frederico

Full name is Frederico “Dico” Miguel Carvalho dos Reis Ridgewell

He is a Portuguese-American (mother is Portuguese) and stands in for the many Portuguese-American contributions to the Continental Army (go look up Pedro "Peter" Francisco)

Father split when Frederico was young, he grew up with his mother in New York in a Portuguese neighbourhood

Speaks fluent Portuguese

James

Jameson Mullcock is just Jameson Mullcock, but he goes by James

He is Irish-American and stands in for the many Irish-American contributions to the Continental Army (I explicitly wanted to include an Irish-American character because there were shitty stereotypes in the army against the Irish from other nationalities; like, we have primary sources for this)

James does not disclose he is half-Irish when he enlists and just lists his birthplace as Philadelphia

His mother is Abaigeal Noiréis (Abigail Norris), born in Galway, Ireland (thank you @mercurygray for naming her and helping me with her backstory!)

She is Catholic and married a Protestant British soldier she met during the occupation of Ireland, then followed him to England and then Pennsylvania and had to keep her faith secret

James is raised Protestant and only knows a little of the Catholic faith, which he keeps secret (because there was a considerable anti-Catholic sentiment in parts of the colonies)

Knows a little bit of Irish and wishes he knew more but doesn't think he'd be welcome (or feel comfortable) among the Irish soldiers and officers

Personality and looks

Frederico

olive skin, dark eyes, tousled dark hair

enough weight on him to look conspicuously healthy at Valley Forge in 1777

exactly as athletic as he looks but not quite as intelligent

drop dead gorgeous and doesn't care

cinnamon roll, too pure for this world, is the only one unaware that people believe this of him

a dark horse so dark you can't even see him coming

James

pale enough to look anemic, eyes and hair too light for people's comfort

tall, gangly; gaunt, even by Valley Forge standards

more athletic than he looks and more intelligent too

sarcastic slacker who's too smart to let people know how much more responsibility he's capable of taking on

has maybe two vices (tea and tobacco) that he'll hold onto, everything else he's already resigned himself to losing

would rather light his arm on fire than go after something he wants in a direct, open, and honest manner (and be Seen? Are you mad?)

Occupation

and the whole reason I put this post together, which is to remind future Apfel that they are 2nd LIEUTENANTS in LAMB'S CONTINENTAL ARTILLERY which was reorganized in 1777 from LAMB'S INDEPENDENT COMPANY NEW YORK ARTILLERY which drew from artillery companies in NEW YORK, CONNECTICUT AND PENNSYLVANIA. OKAY??

AND ARTHUR GARRICK IS A 1ST LIEUTENANT AND CAPTAIN ARMISTEAD FOLK IS THEIR CAPTAIN. AND PERKINS IS THEIR ENSIGN. IT'S ALL ONE GROUP. REMEMBER THIS!

CALEB WAS PART OF THIS GROUP. THEY WERE ALSO IN PEEKSKILL AND AT THE WHITEMARSH ENCAMPMENT.

YOU ALREADY WROTE LAMB INTO THE STORY IN CHAPTER 8.

YOU ALREADY FIGURED THIS OUT.

YOU DON'T NEED TO RESEARCH IT AGAIN.

...

@georgios-kyriacos, I believe you expressed interest in these two :)

[lunaneko14]

Heya Luna, you know, you recently answered one of my Asks and mentioned something about Kishi revealing that Sarada is actually SasuKarin's biological baby or she's a clone of SasuKarin and then adopted by Sakura. {I mean let's face it — she literally looks nothing like Sakura; she has bad eyesight like Karin but suspiciously not like Sakura, and bad eyesight is hereditary (I would know, my brother and I both have bad eyesight and we got that from our mom 😒); she looks like Karin even without the glasses, etc.}

Not gonna lie, that makes me curious: let's say that Karin is Sarada's real mother. If this ends up being true, that just makes me wonder why would Karin willingly give her up to Sakura? I'm assuming it's to give her a better life in Konoha than Orochimaru's hideouts, but Idk, for some reason I just can't see Karin wanting to part from her daughter like that. If she really is Sarada's mother, I would think she'd want to possibly move to Konoha (Sasuke's birthplace) and raise her there herself. Although, then of course, there's the goddamn Sakura issue... god knows how Sakura would react seeing SasuKarin with their baby — she'd try to kill herself until Sasuke-kun dumped Karin or something; we all know she's literally crazy enough to do something drastic like that for Sasuke-kun, she'd make a scene and it would be so embarrassingly bad.

So then I go to your second theory, that Sarada is a clone of SasuKarin and adopted by Sakura. That one I feel like I can believe a bit more, but that still leaves the question of why would Karin willingly give her up to Sakura? Probably the safety issue like I mentioned before, raising her in Konoha is better than in Orochimaru's hideouts, but then we'd have to ask: would Sakura seriously want to raise a baby that isn't hers and Sasuke-kun? Knowing how legitimately crazy she is for Sasuke-kun and how badly she reacts literally any time he says something remotely mean to her, even if it's ridiculously minuscule...

Ugh, I actually drove myself a little nuts trying to make sense of those theories 😝. Believe me, I'd much rather that Sarada is SasuKarin's kid somehow, because as much as I don't like her, she still deserves a better mother than an abusive bitch like Sakura. And her brief interactions with Karin thus far have clearly shown that she's way more comfortable around Karin than Sakura.

But TL;DR the reason why I brought this up with you is to ask you: of those two theories, which do you think is more likely to be the case *IF* Kishi really does reveal it to be true? Sarada being a SasuKarin biological kid, or being a SasuKarin clone?

PS I originally meant to send this as an Ask, but it got way too long. Think of this as an extended Ask 😅

[a-d-nox]

Hi! May I ask you something? Sorry to bother you.

In my solar return chart, i got uranus-north node-mars conjunction in 10th house taurus. Usually I seek the interpretation of aspects in sr chart on the internet and basically I can find what I need, but now all I can find is the interpretation of major life events. Do you have any advice on how should I interpret this, or do you perhaps have anything to share to me about this triple conjunction on SR chart? Thank you so much in advance.

hello, littlelostlion.

ask away, that’s why the button is there.

I MUST PREFACE - using the pdf doc on astro.com. it looks like this:

you could see clearly where in the houses the planets are and the aspects! MOST IMPORTANTLY: orbs! orbs can say a lot about a placement.

when doing solar returns, it is important to set your reference place for where you CURRENTLY live - this is my mother’s SR (yes, it’s her birthday lol). but she has a different birthplace from where she currently lives (this changes the solar return)! ALSO important: making sure it’s the correct solar return! on astro you have to set dates and years oftentimes when you go into a new year, the year on astro sets to the current one (if that makes sense). ex: my birthday is in october. astro is set to 2022 - that’s fine for the UPCOMING SOLAR RETURN but NOT for the solar return i am currently living.

on to your question tho!

the reason bring this up is because i can’t really see the hashes well enough to estimate an orb! your mars-uranus conjunct looks like it would be like an 8° orb THAT’S a rather large orb. you may not feel much of an impact on that one at all. and same goes for the mars-NN. BUT that uranus-NN you are definitely gonna feel - that’s a tight orb! i want to state that NN tends to be what we should move towards in order to feel more fulfilled so they aren’t really like planet-planet aspects or planet-asteroid aspects.

how i see these aspects in a taurus 10h (please remember that conjunctions are very morally grey in my eyes - so it could be somewhere between good and bad or one…or the other.):

mars-uranus positive aspects: you could find yourself getting into a new (uranus is unexpected change) career (10h) in which you show case your wisdom and higher thinking (mars is your 9h ruler). alternatively your pre-existing relationships (uranus is your 7h ruler) with the men (10h can also be masculinity) in your life may become more passionate - this could be in terms of sexuality or combat. if you are transgender, this may showcase you being more open with others about your gender of choice considering 10h is public image, uranus is the unexpected and progressive planet, meanwhile mars is sexuality (taurus is venus ruled which adds to sexual undertones)! negative aspects: your ambitions (10h) could be disrupted by something unexpected (uranus) - for ex: an accident (mars and uranus) or natural disaster (uranus), war (mars - for my friends abroad who are close to ukraine and russia), surgery (mars), etc. or you could go though a break-up: uranus and mars are the planets of independence! both value rebellion (taurus tends to be rather stubborn with it’s views and beliefs) and fighting against authority - they are their own authority figures. also 7h is divorce/law-suits and uranus is divorce so break-ups are a real possibility.

i don’t believe that north node aspects are something you just get that year - like it doesn’t just happen. i feel like you get the choice as to whether or not you want to go the route that presents itself. so i am just gonna give you ideas as to what may pop up as an opportunity to change your life this year!

mars-NN: a hot man lol, a new passion/hobby (you could make a name for yourself with it), an impulsive decision (doing something that you’ve always wanted to do but have been telling yourself “let’s not” (i say avoid this - i don’t want you to bet on that mars-uranus aspect (we don’t want you to get emergency (unexpected) surgery) especially if it’s something like bungee jumping or swimming with sharks lol), asserting yourself or your beliefs, starting an exercise routine (you might get buff or super tone this year with this one), competing/applying for a new role or position (maybe college related considering again the aries 9h), and/or taking on a leadership role.

uranus-NN: humanitarian efforts (volunteer somewhere), reconnect with someone you haven’t spoken too in a long time (likely a man - probably a lover), get more into the occult (read something - get into something, perhaps manifesting given the 7h ruler’s involvement), join a club, go with the flow - uranus is the planet of the unexpected, update you skills in technology - it may just get you a new job, or surprise someone.

hope this helps ;)

a.d.

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[revivemyreverie]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ

(It's me again hehe)

I was wondering if u can give some headcanons or a glimpse of rin Igarashi past ^^

(Also thank u so much for ur time and hope u remember to take care of urself ^^)

Hi again!! One rinchans infodump coming right up! (I’ll be leaving his backstory notes in the keep reading tho jfdjfh theyre traumatized.)

Age-wise, Rin is chronologically ~103. Their mental age is around 17-20 though!

They like spending their time in warm places, specifically grassy fields. It’s why Rin prefers to stay in Heartslabyul when there’s no tea parties happening.

His original birthplace was somewhere warm, but since he’s moved to Monolith mountain, it’s been difficult for him to get proper comfort.

I HC him and Silver as napping buddies since they can sorta just fall asleep anywhere LOL.

On sleep and warm weather, Rin actually has a hibernation thing to him. However, theirs is reversed. They’re much more active in the cold than the heat.

Rin is antisocial. They don’t like getting comfortable with people out of an unconscious fear that they’ll hurt them.

Onto the lore and explaining Rin’s poem.

The reason Rin’s family is blank in his profile is because he had 3 parents! All who succumbed to different things.

His birth mother is a changeling fae, who kidnapped a beastmen baby and replaced it with Rin.

His (unknowingly) adopted mother, a sheep woman named Ayane, belonged to an isolated cult within Monolith Mountain. She never noticed her baby being swapped, as Rin’s fae abilities already disguised them.

The village elders saw through the magic, and decided to sacrifice Rin to their “god” when he was old enough. 

However, the god (his father, Mis) understood Rin’s potential. And after killing Rin’s mom during the ritual, took Rin to raise as his own.

During Rin’s life with Mis, his magic also adjusted as such, giving him thicker hair for the cold and sharpening their horns to be like the god’s fangs. However, Rin still does not understand that he is a faerie, but rather a “god” as Mis believes. 

Mis’ time raising Rin is also when his UM developed. 

Like in the original Chirin no Suzu, Rin does eventually kill Mis. In his rage, he escapes down the mountain and back to the cult where Rin expected to be met with loving arms. 

However, the cult members are unable to recognize Rin as the child they sacrificed, and instead attempt to harm them, further agitating the already enraged fae.

In this anger, Rin transformed once more and essentially destroyed the village and it’s people. Now all alone, Rin traversed the mountain for tens of years in this monstrous form.

If I had to make a guess, Rin wasn’t able to go back into their beastmen form until around 3 years before his enrollment. 

That said, Rin likely ended up in NRC in someone else’s place. Maybe it was someone from the cult, or they found the contract in an abandoned house. Either way, Rin’s in Heartslabyul now, trying to push his way into modern society.

[thedeathofduty]

The Center of Every Poem

Chapter Two

Summary: Aemond and his mother had been preparing the feast for Emera and her family's return for weeks, and she would not even accept his offer for a dance. With her rejection came the realization that Lord Leander had perhaps not been honest about his daughter's true feelings.

Warning(s): Brief mentions of child abuse

A/N: Decided to try my hand at writing from the babygirl's POV. I actually had a lot of fun with this chapter, especially the differing depictions of the same exact dialogue. Here's the link to the full chapter list.

Aemond was decidedly not nervous. The only reason he was knocking on his mother's door at all was because he wanted to discuss a few minor details with her, nothing more. He licked his lips and tapped his foot against the floor a few times before knocking again.

"Just a moment," his mother called out through the door and he breathed out a shaky sigh. He was not nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about. His hand absently came up to adjust his eyepatch as he waited.

It was important that tonight of all nights everything go perfectly. His mother had been helping him with the preparations for weeks and together they had orchestrated everything from the food to the music to the number of torches there should be in the Great Hall for the feast. Aegon had taken charge of the wine as that was more his area of expertise and Helaena had asked close to a dozen times if she could be excused from the festivities, but their grandsire had refused, claiming it would be good practice for her now that she was Queen. She would not have to practice attending feasts if Aegon did not throw so many, but Aemond was aware there was little he could do convince his brother to use his new position as King for much else.

His mother's door opened. Her new handmaiden stood off to the side with her head bowed and Aemond barely spared her a passing glance before he rushed in. Near the window, his mother stood dressed in a modest green gown as a couple of the servants braided pieces of her brown hair with deft fingers.

"My darling," she said with a deep smile as she stiffly held out a hand that he immediately took, "are you excited for tonight?"

He squeezed her hand in his and bit his lip. "I am, yes, but..."

"What troubles you?" Her eyes widened with concern and the dimples that had adorned her cheeks disappeared. Sensing his hesitation, she offered him a gentle smile. "Aemond, Lord Lannister has assured me that Emera is happy to be returning to us and she is most eager to see you."

"He told you this today when they arrived?"

"Yes, and he said something to a similar effect in a letter he sent just before they left Casterly Rock," she said, gesturing towards her desk with her mouth, "you may go and read it yourself if you like."

He did and, true enough, there it was.

'My daughter has often told me throughout the years that she considers King's Landing her true home though her birthplace is here. She misses the young Prince and the rest of your family dearly.'

That particular sort of sentimentality did not sound like the Emera Lannister of his youth, but it had been nearly a decade since he had last spent any time with her, spoken to her, or even gazed upon her face. She was sure to be different now, perhaps even unrecognizable. Her cousin Lord Desiric of Westerling had visited the Red Keep a couple of years ago and they had spoken of her briefly. The man had described Emera as "not ugly but not exactly pretty either", saying she looked too much like her father to truly be described as beautiful. Shortly after the man left, Aemond had heard talk of the two of them traveling to Essos together. Only a month or two after that, he too went out in search of adventure.

"You believe him?" Aemond asked, still staring down at the parchment.

"You do not?"

"No," he said, pressing his lips together with a displeased hum.

"Come, darling." He drifted over to her, finding it hard to look at her until she was bringing her hands up to fix the collar of his shirt. "I know you are nervous-"

"I am not nervous."

"Of course not, because there is no cause for concern. Soon you will see your old friend again and all will be well, despite any lingering doubts."

He tried his best to heed his mother's words and brush aside any nagging questions as the festivities drew nearer. Still, there was one thing that did not fit. If Emera had truly missed them all so much, why had she never sent a raven of her own? She'd had nine years to return his stacks of letters with even a small note, but he had received nothing but silence from her all that time. It was true that there may have been many reasons for a lack of correspondence; Emera had been an wild, arrogant girl who liked to throw punches and have the last word in any argument. It was likely she had grown into a prideful woman who could not bear to admit she missed him.

But more to the point, Aemond simply did not trust her father. After his childhood with Emera, he knew far too much about the man to ever offer him that great a courtesy. Even when Lord Leander Lannister stood in front of all of them with his wife and daughters, smiling with all his wide teeth and saying all the right things, Aemond could not bring himself to look at him with anything but disdain.

"And I am sure you remember our daughter Emera from your shared youth, Your Grace," her father said and at the mention of her name, Aemond sat up straight in his seat as she stepped forward.

As the Lannisters first marched into the Great Hall, he had only caught a brief glimpse of Emera tucked behind her father, but even as he knew it must be her, his head had been filled with doubt. She did not look like herself, if there even was a way for him to say that with how many years had passed. The girl he had known only ever wore dresses with trousers and muddy boots hidden underneath, her hair either loose in tangled blonde ringlets or in one braid when they trained with See Criston. She never wore jewelry, she never let the servants touch her hair, and she certainly never curtseyed. And yet here she was doing all those things and glittering like a pile of gold coins and rubies.

His mouth felt dry and his throat tight as she smiled and talked politely with the rest of his family. Her cousin was wrong, she could certainly be described as beautiful. While her father looked like a fox, all her features looked sharp, feline, and clever. Everything from the quirk of her lips, the slant of her green eyes, and the fine edge of her squared jaw were identical to her father's, but all those features made a home on her face where they looked foreign on his. He tried not to let his eyes wander down to her dress and how it accentuated all the ways she had changed in their time apart, but it was near impossible not to admire what was being displayed. Several times he looked into her eyes, hoping she would return his stare but she very pointedly refused to let her gaze pass his sister Helaena sitting just to the left of him.

He wanted to feel scorned or angry, but the feeling in his chest was instead one he was much more familiar with: shame.

Maybe after dinner he could find a moment to speak with her privately and hear the truth of it all straight from her own lips. Was King's Landing truly home in her heart? Was she still holding onto what had happened so long ago? Had she thought of him all these years? If her father had been truthful, perhaps he could even convince her to dance. They had done it a few times as children, but it had mostly been playful. It would be different now, more serious.

He had been practicing. His mother had taught him everything about how to treat a Lady with care and honor, how to court so as to avoid the spread of any salacious rumors that could damage a young woman's reputation, and how to protect without presumption.

"What do you think, brother?" Aegon asked and when Aemond's eye flickered back to Emera, he found her staring up at the ceiling as if lost in prayer. Their mother, unfortunately, had not imparted such lessons upon his older brother. "Is she to your liking or shall we find you another one?"

Without even waiting for his reply, Emera spun around and stormed off, only stopping for a moment to smack her mother's hand as it tried to stop her. Ah, so in many ways she was the same.

"Aegon," their mother scolded him, her face twisting in anger as he brushed her off.

"Mother, I only want the very best for my brother," Aegon said.

"And I can assure you that is our Emera," her mother Johanna chimed in with a nervous smile. "She is merely tired from the long journey."

"And quite shy," her father added and Aemond raised an eyebrow at him. Shy. Really.

"Oh yes, very shy."

"I don't remember her being shy," Aegon remarked with an exaggerated frown, "but I suppose even a worm can turn."

If anybody realized he was not making sense, nobody said it. It truly must be wonderful to be King.

The rest of the daughters were introduced, but Aemond barely paid attention, keeping his one eye fixed on the young woman he'd spent the last nine years wondering about until dinner was finally served. He had remembered her favorite and ordered the kitchen staff to prepare it for the feast. As he watched her spirits lift and her smile grow, the knot in his stomach slowly came undone. It seemed she loved to drink and maybe even dance? Though she was having a bit of a hard time standing, she still made her way to dance with the younger sisters.

"Why not go to her?" Helaena asked and Aemond jolted in his seat as he looked at her. She had solved the little puzzle box Aegon had gotten for her and she somehow looked both bored and overwhelmed. He shook his head. "You are nervous."

"I am not." He clenched his jaw and turned his gaze back towards the dancers, watching the way Emera's crimson dress spun around her as she twirled and laughed.

"Manticore bound lion in red silk sashes."

"Is that meant to make me less nervous?"

"It is meant," she ground out, slapping her palms on the table several times, "to help."

A man approached Emera there and put his hand on her shoulder, drawing her a step away from her sisters. Aemond stood, his sharp gaze never once leaving the two of them. Whatever the man said, she did not like it because she immediately pushed past him with her head ducked and arms crossed. He nearly gave Helaena a pat on the back before leaving and perhaps she sensed it because she leaned away from him. While a part of him wanted to confront the man who had upset Emera and demand to know what he had said to her, he doubted she would appreciate that sort of display as they had not even properly spoken.

Instead he walked along the edge of the Great Hall, watching her cut her way through the crowd as she found Ser Criston and they began to speak. Surely there was nothing wrong with the fact that he was watching her? He was merely waiting for the right moment, the best moment, to make a proper introduction. Or rather, reintroduction.

His eye found the mousy little servant girl who had been trailing after Emera all night with a pitcher of wine in her hands. What a perfect opportunity. After dinner, he could find her and question her about anything she may have heard or noticed during the feast. The girl was sure to have some morsel of information to offer him.

When Emera finally turned to look at him, there was a flash of something small and sad on her face before she scowled, turned right back around, and quickly scurried away with her little companion. He did not even try to follow after her. For what purpose? To terrorize her with questions that were better aimed at her father? If the look on her face was any indication of her true feelings, she would sooner claw at his remaining eye than humor him with a response.

So truly it was no surprise when she refused his offer for a dance, but he made sure to do it in full view of his mother and grandsire. They should know they had been led astray by a man they considered an ally. Though he felt a twinge of hurt at the sight of Emera's retreating form bounding through the door, it was dwarfed by the all-consuming rage at the fact that he and his family had been made to appear so foolish.

"Emera!" Leander Lannister's voice boomed through the Hall above even the pounding drums. She did not even slow down at the sound of his voice. In fact, it seemed to make her run even faster.

Aemond's head pounded as he stalked towards her father, cutting the man off before he could follow his daughter out the door. The shock on his face was delicious. The last time the two had faced each other, Aemond had been a young boy who barely reached his chest. Now, it was Lord Lannister who had to look up at him.

"It seems you must explain yourself, my Lord," he said lowly. For the first time since word had reached his family of the Lannisters' return, Aemond felt completely at ease. Before he could say another word, his mother and grandsire were beside him. Ser Criston appeared immediately after, ever his mother's faithful protector.

"Not here, Aemond," his mother murmured, gently placing a hand on his arm as she turned to the Lord with an earnest gaze. "My Lord-"

"I apologize if my daughter has caused His Grace some offense."

"You would interrupt the Dowager Queen while she speaks, Lord Lannister?" Aemond jerked his arm away from Alicent as he took a step forward, ignoring how she chiding him with a hiss of his name. "You are the one who has offended both me and my house."

Leander had barely opened his mouth before Otto was speaking, his voice ringing clear and final as it almost always did, "my Lord, my Prince. Perhaps this is a conversation best continued elsewhere."

Aemond knew a few of the people around them were staring and his eye instinctively found Aegon's through the crowd. His brother raised his cup with a raucous cheer and at his command, the music changed and was more lively than ever. That was as good of a distraction as they were going to get. Aemond could smell blood now and he wasn't going to allow his grandsire to end this before it had reached its proper conclusion.

"No need," Aemond said, glaring down his nose at the little lion lord, "but Lord Leander will apologize to my mother for his brazen deceit."

"Aemond, that's not necessary."

"Yes, it is, mother." The two men did not look away from one another, did not even move. Aemond read the fury on Lord Leander face through the faint twitch of his left eye. Men like him hated nothing more than being forced to submit after a lifetime of playing the tyrant at home with those who were smaller than him. "Apologize to her and you may go in peace."

Lord Leander's jaw clenched, his wide nostrils flared, and his bright green eyes blazed in the torchlight. Time stretched on as Aemond's hands curled into fists and released in turn. With a deep sigh, all of the tension in the Lord's body left him and was replaced with a cold, empty stare. He slipped a polite smile onto his face and turned to the Dowager Queen and Lord Hand. "My apologies, Your Grace. It appears my daughter has led me astray and made a fool of me once more, but I regret that you had to pay the price. It is my deepest hope that we may find a way to remedy this together."

"That is my hope as well, my Lord. We can meet on the morrow and discuss the matter in detail in the Small Council chamber." Alicent's hand found Aemond's arm again, this time with an iron grip as if she was grabbing an unruly pup by the scruff of its neck, and he knew better than to speak again. Instead, he only stared at Lord Leander's retreating figure, a crimson shadow stalking through their Hall. "You should go to bed," she finally said and he scoffed at her.

"I am a man grown, mother. You cannot order me to bed."

She yanked him in close, digging her nails into his skin through the thick fabric of his overcoat. "If he had not apologized, what then?" she asked through clenched teeth, "the Lannisters are our allies. Would you have started a war with the Westerlands over what may have been a simple misunderstanding? After the trials of the last few months? Be reasonable, Aemond. I am your mother, I am the Dowager Queen, and I order you to go to bed. Now."

The Lord Hand looked almost proud at his daughter's show of force. Aemond supposed all parents liked to see a bit of themselves in their children, so he tried to show his mother the bit of her that lived in him as he lowered his gaze with a nod and quietly left the Great Hall without uttering another word. The hallways leading to his chambers were completely empty, a dim crescent moon shining through the archways and painting parts of the stone floor a milky silver.

He had not been thinking of the possibility of war when he'd antagonized Emera's father. He had not been thinking of anything but the fact that he had been wronged and somebody, the responsible party, had to pay for it. Only a complete imbecile would believe that man's lies about his daughter leading him astray. A liar sees only liars everywhere he turns, a thief only thieves, a traitor only traitors. Nothing was more of a condemnation than his immediate insistence that Emera was the true source of his lazy falsehood.

His own childhood was filled with memories of Emera sharing stories about her father and how he treated her. Though it was a rare thing, sometimes she would even cry, and his heart would break at the sight of her bright green eyes reddened and awash with thick tears. By the time she turned twelve, she'd only laugh in an empty and cheerless way that was hers alone, her eyes dry though her hands still shook. Now he imagined she concealed even that. This was all he had of her now: his own imagined version of her cobbled together with gossip he'd heard throughout the years and the impression she'd left him with tonight. She seemed bitter and unpleasant, though he supposed he would be much the same if his family had forced him to go to Casterly Rock.

Did she even know they were to be wed? Had her father discussed the possibility with her at m? The war with Princess Rhaenyra was over before it had even begun, her sons Aegon and Viserys gathering dust in the nursery until such a time when there may be use for them. Since the day Otto traveled to Dragonstone to deliver the peace terms, there had been nary a sighting of Prince Daemon or his dragon. With the threat of war looming so close, now was the perfect time to strengthen old alliances. They could not hope to go against the Velaryon fleet without Lannister gold, and the most amiable way to secure it was with a marriage pact. The fact that he and Emera had been promised to each other as children, and so were already familiar with each other, certainly made things easier, but they would be wed to each other now even if they were strangers.

Aemond had always known he would likely not be allowed to pick his own bride, but he had hoped she would at the very least not hate him. He had hoped she would find herself capable of looking at him with some semblance of kindness or mercy, despite his most glaring and loathsome fault. The old anger sparked in his chest as his steps grew heavier.

Could she truly still be angry with him? He had been a child of ten and two when last they'd last seen each other and he could admit that he had hurt her, but gods, could she not grant him a measure of grace, of absolution? He had just lost his eye and he had been cruel to her, but he had not been himself. Was she so spiteful that she could not forgive a child?

She certainly seemed spiteful with her bitter smile and how she mocked him for calling her "my Lady". What else was he supposed to call her, by her name? They were hardly close enough for that.

And what of her crimes? He'd not forgotten how she'd looked at him then: the anger in her squinting eyes, the disgust that had twisted her face into a scowl. Perhaps her father was being honest and Emera had lied, all so she could have a golden opportunity to publicly humiliate the King's crippled brother. Perhaps she did know they were to be wed and her outright refusal even to touch his hand was her way of telling him she would never feel anything for him but pure revulsion.

He stopped walking and leaned against one of the windows, listening for a moment to the sounds of the night. The wind rushed through the shadowed trees outside and music flowed faintly through the hallways. He gazed up at the sliver of moon curved like a smile against the blue velvet sky.

Though the feast had not gone the way he had hoped, the path forward remained unchanged. He would just have to rise early tomorrow and catch Emera before she went out for a ride on her horse Nymeria, as she had done nearly every morning in the last year before the Lannisters' exodus from King's Landing.

He had missed her, in his own way. What other way did he have? Of course, his life had continued after she'd been torn away from him, as he was certain hers had. Despite everything, however, he could not bring himself to forget her. Emera had been his dearest, and at one point only, friend. Whether she hated him or just hated the thought of knowing him as a husband, it changed nothing. No matter what her true feelings were, he would do his duty as he always had and as she would have no choice but to do alongside him.

[brother-genitivi]

YOUR TURN. tell me about aydın's baba 🔫

Vikie <3 how can I say no

His real name is İsmet Çağlayan. He had multiple siblings, though only two of his sisters lived in Wayhaven. The rest of his very, very large family lives in Turkey (his birthplace).

He's the kinda person to go with his heart rather than his head. A little impulsive. Would've made an excellent diplomat (a quality he he shares with his son).

He was always kind and respectful, but also believed that respect must be earnt. Reyhan was the first person he met that he respected from the moment they met.

Rook was a hopeless romantic. He always brought Reyhan her favourite flowers, made her favourite meals, took her on walks (especially when she spent too much time working and not having fun). He was a confident flirt. The quality of his flirting, though? No comment.

His initial reaction to finding out his wife was pregnant was fear. Not because he didn't want children, but he worked himself into an anxious tizzy worrying about how smooth the pregnancy would be for Reyhan, and about being ready, being the right father etc. Pretty normal fears. Once he got past that, he was very excited! He was determined to be the best father ever, and had he been given the chance, he would've been.

He nicknamed Aydın his little frog. One of Aydın's tattoos is a frog for this reason.

He was so excited to watch his kid grow up. He thought a lot about teaching Aydın Turkish as well as other languages. Rook wanted to witness all of his firsts, to be there for him, to watch him become the person he needs to be.

Everything he did came from a place of love. He embodied safety and comfort. If you want good advice, he's the person to go to. He didn't judge, just listened.

Aydın feels weird about missing him. He didn't know his father - how can you miss a complete stranger? And as he heard more about Rook, about how similar they were, it almost felt like grieving himself. But Aydın does grieve him. What he could've been. The life they could've had. And he grieves a mother who does not exist; one who has always been there for him, and could be there for him with his father still alive.

He thinks things would be very different if Rook was there.

[feykaplan]

[ asena keskinci, cis woman, she/her ] - was that feyza kaplan i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-six year old who has been in nightrest for her entire life and works as an owner of medusa has a reputation of being zealous, but also abrasive. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with always scrolling on her phone, the sound of stiletto heels on marble, having no filter & blood red lipstick. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

trigger warnings: -

BASICS

full name: feyza kaplan 

nickname: fey, bitch

date of birth: december 14, 1996 (bc ofc she’s a sag)

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: she calls herself a model but she is just as unemployed as azra tbh

birthplace: nightrest, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5′4″

BACKGROUND

the baby of the family, she’s the most spoiled

she’s dilara’s youngest sister and they’re honestly pretty close despite the fact that they live completely different lifestyles 

dilara’s a stay-at-home mother with two kids and fey literally cannot comprehend being a mother right now

she doesn’t even know if she wants kids like that’s so far out of her mind

she grew up in such a wealthy family, that she never really had to work for anything. whatever she wanted, she got tbh 

it’s so funny how her parents honestly think of her as some sort of sweetheart slash angel slash gift from above because she’s SO sweet around them

but that’s not the case with everyone else LMFAO the lady can be so out of pocket for no reason omfg 

however, she does value her family and her found family. she keeps her circle tight because she doesn’t trust people easily

there’s not really a reason for it tbh, she just wasn’t built that way 

good at a lot of things because she took so many lessons as a kid from ballet to violin to swimming to fencing to horseback riding but none of them really stuck as she grew older

will forever have respect for her older sisters even if they don’t share her mindset because she believes that sisters are and always will be forever like that bond can never be broken 

they could go weeks without speaking to each other but she knows she’ll always have them and that she can always depend on them

there is not a humble bone in this woman’s body like she’s rich and hot and you WILL know it

also gets really scared of commitment and runs when things get serious!! rip

PERSONALITY TRAITS

+ zealous, courageous, authentic

- abrasive, self-serving, judgmental

FUN FACTS

she doesn’t really have a filter. she’ll say whatever she thinks of in the moment without regard for your feelings

a natural redhead so fuck outta here asking her what hair dye she uses because she’s gonna yank your hair and tell you you deserve it 

all this lady has is the audacity because she can say the most out of pocket stuff and still be like 😇

can and will throw hands because she loves to fight especially if it’s to defend a friend

definitely became a cheerleader in high school solely because she knows she’d look cute in the uniform

she’s like the fun aunt tbh and is surprisingly good with kids

is also surprisingly clever, did really well in school and remembers a lot of things but she keeps that to herself tbh just files it away in a cabinet in her brain 

has a torch red (red chevrolet corvette) that’s her BABY. scratch her car in any way and she’ll scratch you right back across your face

loves to travel tbh she’s been here her whole life but she’s always going somewhere

everyday is fashion week in here like you will never see this lady in sweats like im sorry that’s just not happening 

is always up for a good time tbh especially in the bedroom 🤪

can’t cook to save her life

here to be messy xoxo

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ride or die azra my bby

childhood friends who stayed friends

childhood friends who drifted apart

high school sweetheart / first time

ex-friends

unexpected friends

good influence

drinking buddies

enemies

friends with benefits

ex-flings

flings

family friends

older brother figure

[lvcky0ne]

｡:°ஐ basics 

✧.  stage name: sunnie

✧.  birth name: park ilsu

✧.  birthday: april 7, 1994

✧.  zodiac: aries

✧.  birthplace: busan, south korea

✧.  ethnicity: korean

｡:°ஐ personal

✧. personality: sunnie is bold and confident, never backing down from a challenge. she’s also passionate about both her art and those she cares about, and will never let anyone talk badly about either without push back. she is determined and independent and will work to get what she wants, no matter the amount of “no’s” she may receive, especially if its on the behalf of a loved one. however, she will keep it real, even with those she cares for. she wants what’s best for them, and will not pull punches when it comes to telling them the truth or giving advice. she can be impatient and can come across as rude in her brashness, though she believes speaking her mind is the most important, even though she can end up communicating in a rather blunt manner. her days of letting other people’s opinions dictate her life are over. 

✧. family:

. han sujin ; mother

. park minsu ; younger sister

. park jisu ; younger sister

. han suyeon ; aunt

. han subin ; aunt

. han sua ; aunt

. lee sunja ; grandmother

✧. physical

. height: 160 cm ( 5’6” )

. faceclaim: park sooyoung “joy”

. body mods: double lobe piercings on both sides, double helix on the right ear, tattoo of three stars on her left shoulder blade

｡:°ஐ professional

✧. label: the lucky one, a subsidiary of rainbow entertainment; formerly sm entertainment 

✧. training period: 5 years under sm entertainment; 2 years under rainbow entertainment 

✧. group position: leader, main vocalist 

✧. idol persona: known for her mature and confident concept, she is an idol who is aware of the dark sides of the industry and will speak up against them. she often receives a lot of online hate and has since the very beginning of her career from slut-shaming to body-shaming to calling her “bitchy” or “unlikeable.” it used to affect her, but she has made herself become numb to it all, only reacting when it affects those she cares about. she wants to be a role model for her fans and always tries to keep it real about the unrealistic standards of the industry. she has an image of both a strong leader and woman, and has been dubbed the “dragon queen.” 

｡:°ஐ history tw ; mentions of negative body image, slut-shaming, body-shaming, and death

park il-su was born and raised in busan, south korea, by a support system of women, her single mother, grandmother, and three maternal aunts. her dad passed away when she was 6, and has very little memory of him, but she and her two younger sisters were always well taken care of. she was always taught a ‘do no harm, take no shit’ attitude, and would often get in trouble at school for sticking up for herself or others being picked on.

her mother was an aspiring singer in the 80s before becoming pregnant with her and leaving her dream behind to raise a family, but she always sang to her girls. this inspired a love of music and singing in il-su from a very young age. though not raised religious, she would always beg her grandmother to take her to church to see the choir after watching a christmas concert one year, joining as soon as she could. she never made many friends there, but as long as she got to spend her time after school singing, she didn’t mind.

when she was 14, she auditioned for sm entertainment and just barely passed. she had a hard time trying to convince her mom to let her go to seoul to follow her dream at such a young age, han sujin not willing to pick up their whole family including her young sisters and move. but when sua, the youngest of her three aunts, offered to go with her to the city, she finally relented.

as her trainee years passed by, the longer she trained and the harder she worked while getting no closer to debuting, it began to take a toll on her. her mental health and self-image dwindled, believing the reason she was yet to make it to her debut was because there was something wrong with her. she thought if she only worked harder, lost more weight, sang better, she would get to make her debut. at 19 years old, a second promised debut opportunity fell through, and she was nearly ready to give up all together. nearly all of her friends had either debuted or left the company. a scout for rainbow entertainment had been at her most recent trainee showcase and had given her a card for if she ever wanted to consider taking a different path, and in her lowest moments, she decided to give them a chance.

though the company had a struggling image at the time, the trainee program was much smaller and she felt like she was able to grow more than she ever had at sm. within the year, lucky was formed and she was named leader. ilsu finally had something she believed in herself for, and she took her role seriously, not wanting any of her members to feel as small as she did when she was under sm.

she had a much brighter confidence about her around their debut, fearless and excited to take on the industry. but their debut received a lot of negative attention for their concept, specifically slut-shaming the girls, and all of the hate from netizens began to harden her attitude. her members and her close friends get to know the caring, motherly side of her, but she is often scrutinized by the public for being “bitchy.” on the flip side, her fans praise her for being protective of her members and friends in the industry as well as how she will speak up on discrepancies in the industry when it comes to how idols, specifically women, are treated.

after years of making a name for herself with a mature and confident concept, sunnie has garnered both love and hate from fans and antis alike. people love to hate her, but as long as she has her fans behind her, she will never bend to the haters again.

[waterfallswords]

Name: Tyr 'Ty' Cross

Age & Birthday: 22 years old, January 3rd 2000

Gender/Pronouns: cis man he/him

Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia

Time in Hollow Cove: 3 years

Species: Werewolf - Cross Pack

Role: Runner

Positive personality traits: Energetic, Compassionate, Attentive

Negative personality traits: Impulsive, Emotional, Scrappy

Faceclaim: Rudy Pankow loml

ABOUT:

Son to Rhea and Wolf, Tyr noticed from a young age that his soul didn't really fit in a pack like the Crosses. He is ever grateful for both his mother and father being such loving parents, otherwise he thinks he would have crumbled from the overwhelming violence they lived within. Tyr had no choice but to adapt to his environment, but instead of becoming a stoic strength he became an emotional one.

The years of training to fight, going head to head against other wolves took it's toll on him and didn't do a thing to shrink his big heart. All Jeffrey managed to teach Tyr to do was conceal it enough to get by. As a result Tyr has so many emotions that he never knows what to do with. He's a jovial energy most times but prone to passionate outbursts, impulsive behavior and just like his family, he's scrappy and always ready to go.

The shared trauma of the Crosses is one thing that bonds them so closely, and Tyr would do anything for his two sisters. While the brutal loss of Josie was experienced by all of them, Tyr knows that Allie suffers from it the most. If anything, his self control is much better when he's looking out for her. He knows between the two of them, he's able to balance himself far more than Allie can. Luna and Tyr ground one another too, and she is the voice of reason that even Tyr can't muster at times. Together, they could be a powerful trio of siblings if only they knew what to do with all the pain.

Tyr claims that ironically his life didn't have much of a purpose until they arrived in Hollow Cove. Before the war, he was struggling aimlessly in a pack that he truthfully feared. He didn't perform well in school, he was the jokester and fighter that caused more trouble than good. But in 2020, he was forced to mature and he did so willingly. The previous three years have tested him greatly and he likes to think he has thrived under the new pressure of the world. He's become a Runner in the recent year, mostly with his uncles, as Tyr always performs best when he's with his own. Around the town, he never seems to stop either. He's always helping, or at the very least, trying to. He believes things only get worse if you stop, because then the dread sets in. He pushes on and on, seemingly tireless but exhausted. He ignores all attempts at getting him to pause, facing a serious burn out if he doesn't learn to listen to them any time soon.

[dhampiravidi]

PJO/HOO oc form (Jas Wayland; AU)

template adapted from this one!

Basic Information

Full Name: Jasmine "Jas" Kythereia Wayland DOB:  Sept. 15, 1990 (age 19 as of The Lost Hero) Gender: Cis Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Ethnicity: Black (African-American) & (Ancient) Roman Divine Relative: Aquilon (father), Hekate (maternal ancestor) Hometown: Stanford, California Previous Places: Athens/Athina, Greece (birthplace) Languages: English, Latin & Québécois French (fluent), Modern Greek (currently learning)

Appearance

Jas is a 5'3" (1.6 m) young woman. She takes after her mother, Kaya, so she has light brown skin (with warm undertones encouraged by lots of time in the sunshine), curling (shoulder-length) dark brown hair, even darker eyes & curvy hips despite her overall petite frame. Years of training have given her some muscle tone, visible in her forearms and thighs. She wears Camp Jupiter tank tops and breezy band t-shirts over shorts all year round, because she tends to get hot easily. For the same reason, she often ties her hair back into a small, rough ponytail. Jas only ever wears flip-flops or ankle boots, depending on her activities. Her accessories typically include stud earrings, black eyeliner, a leather bracelet & leather knee pads.

FC: Kat Graham

Background

Kaya Loren met Aquilon when she was teaching English & French to her Greek students, at the prestigious National & Kapodistrian University of Athens (UoA). She thought he, who claimed to be a Canadian tourist, was a little suspicious initially, with his tendency to pop up whenever she was lonely. She didn't even feel particularly motivated to date him, because the Québécois version of French was so different from her European French (he claimed to only speak a bit of English). He won her over with his romantic gestures, good listening, and warm laugh. & then he revealed who he was (besides his English fluency), once he sensed she was pregnant with his child. She was more irritated than shocked. He advised her to return to the US, where she'd grown up, near Camp Jupiter, so their daughter could be safe. Kaya complied. He never told her that she was a legacy/descendant of a demigod child of Hekate since the Greek and Roman demigods were being kept apart in the modern day. When Jupiter confronted him over nearly exposing the big secret, Aquilon replied that he'd only been visiting his brother Favonius, the West Wind (which wasn't a lie). Aquilon would go on to dote on his only demigod child, sending her her beloved Imperial Gold short-swords as well as the occasional letter. Jas loved getting to speak to both of her parents, as she did living at the camp. She's currently studying Psychology at the camp's university.

Personality

Jas is an introvert. She spends lots of time with just one or two people, whether they're studying for an exam or the next War Games. Her favorite activities (reading, swimming & sword-fighting) all tend to be those that don't involve a crowd. However, she likes playing Siege &/or the Gladiatorial Fights, as those events force her to think quickly if she's going to win. Speaking of, her self-confidence jumps from 10 to 0 very quickly. She tends to get deeply frustrated when a seemingly easy task is hard & she equates taking a break with failure. Because of this, she is a hard worker. She's also incredibly loyal and protective when it comes to her friends. This is where her fatal flaw comes in. Jas can spot an enemy's weakness quickly, but it's almost impossible for her to find her strengths. While making a plan, sacrificing herself would be more logical than simply retreating. & in a relationship, she might never believe that her significant other loves her unconditionally. Her fatal flaw is her lack of philautia (self-love).

Demigod Stats:

Inherited Abilitie(s): cold tolerance, ice generation, Latin & French fluency, a knack for learning Greek faster than most, Weapon: dual shortswords (called gladii), named Frontinus I & II Mist Version: two long, bronze hairpins Best At: cleaning the aqueduct/sewer, gladiator fighting, siege, (some) Coliseum training (she sucks at using ranged weaponry) Worst At: deathball, construction, testing/fixing the catapults Rank: Senator/Centurion; Third Cohort

[ginnyren]

stats for ms Ginerva Ren

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name:  Ginerva Ren

Nickname:  Ginny, Gin 

Birthdate:  unknown (legally 1st july 1996) (celebrated 8th december)

Age: 25

Zodiac:  cancer or Sagittarius 

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: she/her

Romantic orientation: bi/panromantic 

Sexual orientation:  bi/pansexual 

Nationality: British 

Ethnicity: unknown, chinese( + thai)suspected 

Ranking: angel

Affiliation: death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace:  unknown, Spennymoor suspected 

Hometown:  Spennymoor

Social Class: born:lower class ; now: upper class  

Educational achievements: didn’t graduate high school. 

Father:  unknown

Mother: unknown 

Sibling(s):  unknown

Pets:  none

Previous relationships:  none

Arrests:  none

Prison time:  none

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation:  thief/grifter

Dream occupation: thief/grifter

Past job(s):  cashier at grocery store in Spennymoor

Spending habits:  extravagant although within means

In debt?:  no

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: below average / average / above average

Speed: below average / average / above average

Intelligence: below average / average / above average

Accuracy: below average / average / above average

Agility: below average / average / above average

Stamina: below average / average / above average

Teamwork: poor teamwork skills, prefers to work alone

Talents: fast learner, good fine motor skills, hacking, lock picking, good liar 

Shortcomings: arrogant- thinks she’s better than others, doesn’t work well with others, short

Languages spoken: english 

Drive?:  yes

Jump-start a car?:  yes

Change a flat tyre?:  no

Ride a bicycle?:  yes

Swim?:  yes, badly

Play an instrument?: recorder

Play chess?:  yes, likes to win

Braid hair?:  yes

Tie a tie?:  no

Pick a lock?:  yes

Cook?:  yes, prefers not to

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE AND CHARACTERISTICS.

Faceclaim:  Kanyawee Songmuang

Eye colour:  light brown

Hair colour:  natural= dark brown, right now= dyed reddish 

Hair type: gently curly

Glasses/contacts?:  yes/yes- usually contacts 

Dominant hand:  right

Height:  5’2

Weight:  150 lbs/ 68 kg

Build: average

Exercise habits: regular, cardio+strength, she goes to rock climbing gyms a lot for completely legal reasons

Skin tone: pale to medium, depending on if its summer or winter

Tattoos:  death tattoo, nape of her neck

Piercings:  ears, tongue, belly button 

Marks/scars:  lots of little scars on her hands from tinkering, big scar on her right thigh close to her hipbone from a big fall on a job when she was 20

Clothing style:  eclectic, lots of short skirts and tight tops, also a lot of comfy sweat pants and hoodies, also a bunch of high fashion stuff for when she goes to rich people events  

Jewellery: y e s (Ginny has a lot of custom functional jewelry for heists. Eg, a lock picking set that is also a set of hairpins, pendants and bracelets that are also USBs. earrings that are also tracking devices that she leaves in the cars of marks as well as lots of custom made jewelry for her aliases, eg pendant that says Mei Lan)

Allergies: seafood, horses

Diet: no restrictions, will eat anything (except the seafood)

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type:  ISTJ-A

Enneagram type:  -

Moral Alignment:  chaotic neutral 

Temperament: theorist 

Element: water

Emotional stability:  -1000 but she likes to think she’s perfectly emotionally stable 

Introvert or Extrovert?:  ambivert 

Obsession: Golconda diamonds, the best of the best in terms of diamonds. Mines in those historic parts of India are now defunct. modern day diamonds are not the same and are not as beautiful. Golconda diamonds are often described as looking like water. They are very very rare and very very expensive.

Phobias:  spiders

Drug use:  none

Alcohol use:  only socially 

Prone to violence?: no

Prone to crying?: no

Believe in love at first sight?:  no

MANNERISMS.

Accent: Ginny’s accent is RP but it’s learnt and her natural accent is more of a yorkshire accent from growing up in Spennymoor

Hobbies:  writing code to expedite various functions in her day to day life, inventing new thievery tools. 

Habits: leaves her living room lights on when she sleeps because she doesn’t like the dark, has to touch the emerald on her bedside table before she can fall asleep  

Nervous ticks: taps her fingers when she’s nervous, laughs when she’s panicked, blinks slowly to buy her more time to think

Drives/motivations:  to be independent so that she doesn’t need anyone 

Fears:  spiders, the dark, that no one has ever loved her and no one ever will, that she’s going to hell

Sense of humour?:  dry, snarky

Do they curse often?:  yes

FAVOURITES.

Animal: owl, black cat

Beverage:  salted caramel chocolate milkshake, extra cream 

Book:  pride and prejudice 

Colour:  emerald green, black

Food:  thai food 

Flower: baby’s breath

Gem: morganite or diamond or emerald

Mode of transportation:  by foot

Scent: magnolia

Sport:  rock climbing, boxing

Weather:  cloudy

Vacation destination:  Italian country side, lots of pasta and sun or beach resort/private island

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: to be free 

Greatest fear:  to die alone

Most at ease when:  at home alone with her pilfered goods

Least as ease when:  surrounded by a large group of people as herself and not as an alias

Biggest achievement:  [redacted]

Biggest regret: none, there are no regrets, only mistakes and consequences 

[judemorley]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [JUDE MORLEY], a [27] year-old [MALE] has lived in [BROOKLYN] for [5 YEARS]. This is the city of dreams and [HE] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [REPORTER]. Well, that and as a [CO-WORKER] to [CARLOS KANE]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [DACRE MONTGOMERY]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! 

THE BASICS - 

FULL NAME: Jude Thomas Morley 

DOB/AGE: 12/11/1994

BIRTHPLACE: Phoenix, Arizona 

RESIDENCE: Brooklyn, New York City

SEXUALITY: HETEROSEXUAL

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him

OCCUPATION: Reporter for the New York Times

FAMILY: Edie Howard, restaurant manager (forty seven years old, mother), Simon Howard, English teacher (fifty years old, stepfather), Olivia Howard, drama student (19 years old, half sister.) Father estranged.

BIO - 

Edie Morley was only twenty when she fell pregnant with her first child; she was still in college, had only been with her boyfriend for five months and she had no idea what to do. She had always been the kind of person who was a little naive to the world around here, she believed people when they told her she could trust them. She was a party girl, somebody who liked a lot of fun and so everybody was massively surprised when she announced that she was going to keep her baby - most of all her boyfriend. He promised to stand by her, though. He said he was going to do what it took to be there for the both of them. They agreed that Edie would drop out of college; she would pick her studies back up when the baby was old enough and her boyfriend would continue his studies so that he’d be able to provide for them. It seemed perfect, but the agreement was over before Jude was even born; once Edie moved back home to be with her parents, it only took a month before her boyfriend had found somebody else and told her that he didn’t want a baby, he wasn’t ready for that life. It was too late for Edie to change her mind - she was going to have to do this on her own.

Because of this, Jude has grown up pretty protective of his mother; before she met the man that went on to be Olivia’s father, it was just the two of them for seven years and they have a very close bond. He’s always felt a little bit of guilt about being the reason she could never complete her education, the reason that (in his eyes) she’s had to settle for what she has now. He thinks his mother is incredible and could’ve been whatever she wanted. That’s why he worked so hard to achieve the career he has now - he wanted to make her proud and he knew that him working hard to make something of himself would make up for everything his mother missed out on. He’d always been interested in writing - when he was younger, he would sit on his stepfathers lap and read the newspaper with him, asking a thousand questions. It was short stories scrawled in little notebooks or typed up on his mother's old computer... As he got older, he started to write properly and his teachers realised he had a real talent for it. He started writing for the school newspaper and that was when he realised that journalism was something he had a real passion for. He was accepted into NYU to study Journalism when he was eighteen and just never left. He knew as soon as he stepped foot in it that New York was the city for him.

He had a lot of fun in college - lots of parties, lots of relationships, lots of friends. He still worked hard, though; he had enough about him to know that if he worked hard, he could really be something special. Straight out of college Jude was offered a job writing for a smaller magazine -- he didn’t hesitate before taking it. He’d always been told to take whatever opportunities presented themselves. He loved writing for a living, he loved getting stuck in and making something out of what might seem like nothing to another person. He had a bigger goal, though - something he was working towards; Jude wanted to write for the New York Times. He’d set his sights on it back when he was in college, but it had seemed almost unachievable when he was so young. Now he was older, now he was actually working towards it... He felt as though it could happen - and when he was twenty two years old, it did. A job opening came up and although he was unsure of himself, Jude applied -- successfully. It gave him the security he needed to leave the apartment he still shared with his college roommates and move into an apartment in Brooklyn, on his own.

Jude is massively family orientated - although he lives in a different city to his family, he calls them at least every other day and he’s the type of person who looks for family wherever he is. In New York, Jude’s friends are absolutely his family and he treats them as such; he’d do anything for the people he cares about, although he might grumble a little bit about it or act as though he’s not really trying... He is. He’s a real laugh, always up for some fun and now that he’s gotten where he wants to be he’s not as much of a stress head about work as he used to be. Writing is still everything to him, though. He’s always got a notebook in his pocket, or the Notes app open on his face. Because of how into his job he is, he finds it hard to commit to relationships - he’s been in quite a lot of them, but none have ever lasted for longer than a year and none have been all that serious. Jude thinks it’s because of the job he does and how young he has, that he doesn’t actually want to settle down, but his father leaving his mother so quickly and in such a devastating situation has definitely left him with some trust issues he hasn’t quite addressed yet. 

[scottymcgeesterwrites]

Ambiguous

There has been something I need to write about and shout into the void. It has been tearing me apart, and I don’t know how people will react elsewhere, so I figured this was the safest place. This will be the soft reveal before even speaking about it to my friends. Or maybe I will never speak about it ever again. Maybe I will feel fine after writing it this way.  For my entire life, people have mistaken me for being Indian, to the point where actual Indians walk up to me and start speaking in their dialect. My mile-long blank stare makes them realize that I am not Indian, and one of two things happen - they either apologize and explain they mistook me for Indian, or they exclaim, “You’re NOT Indian?”

I’m Cuban and Colombian. I grew up in New Jersey. I am an American citizen but it gets confusing when you take into account that my mother flew to Santiago, Chile to have me there because of a clinic that specialized in geriatric pregnancy at the time, so my “birthplace” reads Chile on my passport. That’s always a mouthful to have to explain and it further confuses people, so I end up saying, “I was born in New Jersey”.  My skin tone is best described as ambiguous. I could be many things. I’ve gotten Middle Eastern, Indian, and specifically “Egyptian”. I have no idea why “Egyptian” but. Whatever.  I have always lived in some liminal space where people ask the dreaded question, “What are you?” Now here’s the most frustrating thing of all - not everyone who has asked me that was white. Growing up, I thought that I could relate to someone who wasn’t white to understand how I feel. Black people have asked me that. Indian people have asked me that. Middle Eastern people have asked me that. Cubans and Colombians have asked me that.  Throughout my youth, I was paranoid that maybe I was adopted or something, given how people didn’t seem to connect me with my parents. I was told that my Cuban side hails from Spain, but my Colombian side is shrouded in mystery. My dad never liked to talk about my family. I never knew anyone past my grandparents. Well, I did meet my great-grandmother once when I was seven, but she had practically turned back into a baby at that point, banging on the table demanding food and needing to be spoon-fed. My own people don’t recognize me, and they often say things like, “You don’t LOOK Latino!” or “What? You’re LATINO?” and the best one yet “You don’t SOUND Spanish!” The worst offenders, however, would laugh and say, “¡Pareces Hindu!” which means “You look Hindu!” Hindu is the religion, dumbass. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can be racist and slip some “micro-aggression”. I am not fluent in Spanish, but I can write and understand every word in Spanish. I often inadvertently offend Spanish-speaking people when I reply to them in English when they thought they were being sneaky by talking in Spanish around me.  The reason I don’t speak Spanish as fast as my peers is because of two reasons:  1. My parents at the time when I grew up believed in the misconception and pseudoscientific belief that children will be “confused” if two or more languages are spoken in the house.  2. Central New Jersey, where I grew up, hadn’t yet seen many Hispanic people, so locals at the time often leered at people who spoke Spanish in public.  When my mother took me to our local Gymboree, I spotted a butterfly and shouted in Spanish, “¡Mariposa! ¡Mariposa!”. The other mothers kept staring at me, and then distanced themselves from us.  The weirdest thing ever was experiencing white people who studied the Spanish language better than me and making fun of me for actually being Spanish but being unable to speak it fluently. I had a crush on this girl whom I’ll call “Anjy” in freshman year of college. It took me until now to realize that I think she had a Latino fetish. Anjy only exclusively went out with Latino men, but never seemed to openly admit it. The only thing she did admit was that, “I can only be with a man who speaks Spanish. It’s so important to me.” So obviously I wasn’t a contender, despite being Latino. Anjy doesn’t have an ounce of Spanish in her. None. But she studied it since high school and fell in love with it and became Spanish’s #1 fan. I was so jealous of how fluent she was. She could roll her r’s and speak it beautifully. Since we became friends, I said to her, “Oh, I can finally practice my Spanish with someone!” We tried, but she laughed at me and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. You sound like a gringo.” It’s a very topsy-turvy world where some white girl uses a derogatory term on me, a derogatory term from my culture that describes an outsider, used to describe me. She went to Costa Rica after we graduated, lived there for a few years, and came back home with a husband.  (That’s when I fully realized just how much she fetishized us.) A few years ago, my now-fiancée gifted me a DNA test for my birthday. That came out of left field for me, and opened up a range of emotions that I wasn’t ready for. She said she remembered how I wondered aloud why I looked the way I looked and about my ancestry.  I sat on the DNA test for a while. 

I stared at it. 

I held the kit in my hands. 

I opened it and closed it.  What if I really was Indian? What if I found out something that made me feel so much worse? But how bad could it be? I was also wary about the company keeping my DNA for nefarious reasons. However, luckily enough, my fiancée had bought the kit from AncestryDNA - the one DNA company that has responded to people saying they would delete their DNA at their request. I bit the bullet and sent my sample.  When the test came back, I opened it up and everything made sense. It made so much sense that I laughed out loud. It’s so funny how nobody has guessed the only other possibility for my skin tone that is what I actually am.  I am pretty much half native to the Americas.  I’m not sure what that’s called. Native American seems to be associated exclusively to North America. So Native South American? Native to the Americas? Native American (et al)? The Colombian side can be traced through turmoil in South America, up through Mesoamerica, and into North America. So many spots lit up all over the Americas. And like the Cuban side said, I was indeed from Spain as well.  I was split right down the middle. 50/50. The native side and the European side were practically screaming at each other in my genes. I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from me that I didn’t even know was there. I knew for a fact that I was my parents’ son. I had an explanation for why I look the way I look, and it made sense and it was obvious. It didn’t end there though.  I didn’t feel Native American. I had no cultural connection to anything “native”. I tried thinking in terms of my personality though. I always had a strong belief in saving the land and respecting the dead. I did vandalize a construction site back in my high school days to preserve farmland. My family did like to decorate the house with Aztec and Mayan statues. Aside from that though, I had about as much personal connection to native culture as Olive Garden does to Italy. The thing about my parents being from Cuba and Colombia is that those were two very violent and turbulent places in the past century. After I tell people where my families hail from, they always asked me with wide-eyes, “Oh have you been there???” Well, I dunno man. If you have any inkling of what’s going on the world you would know the awkward relationship that the United States has had with Cuba, and what it means to be a fucking exile. And the fact that Colombia has seen gang wars for the entirety of my life. So no. I haven’t. When I was a little boy I asked my parents if we would ever visit Colombia or Cuba, but they told me we shouldn’t go back. Colombia was violent, and Cuba’s government watched everyone. My mother was afraid of what would happen if she tried going back. Maybe they wouldn’t let her, or us. Maybe they’d let us through but I wouldn’t even be allowed to return if they knew I was the son of an exile. Worse yet, they might detain my mother. You never know when your family had beef with the government and was told to leave.  And what really drives a knife in my heart is hearing people ask that really annoying question. “Have you visited???” As if they were hot and exotic touristy locales. No. Because my parents were forced to flee, because they needed a better life.  “Wouldn’t your mom love it if you got married in Cuba? She would get to visit her home!”  You don’t get the trauma she has. You don’t understand how much of a toll it would take on her to return home and see all the things she once knew and love gone or tarnished. She received word recently that the farmhouse she grew up in now became a restaurant. The house that my grandfather built by hand. Strangers now sit and eat there. Maybe tourists. The hotel that my great-grandfather used to own now doesn’t belong to us anymore - the government said it was theirs. There is nothing for her to go back to but loss.  I felt distraught when I saw a former college classmate who has become an Instagram influencer immediately visit Cuba once travel restrictions were eased. She posted all about it and acted as if she were an expert about it. She used to be a lawyer in Washington D.C. until she decided to “take hold of her life” and “follow her dream” and go to Bali and now lives everyday in tropical paradise. It seemed like some people were pointing out the hypocrisy in her posts about life given the lifestyle she leads, since she felt the need to say something about it. She made a video where she tried to relate to her followers. She said how “it’s still hard” for her, that she “has to work every day”, and meanwhile literally the next fucking day she posts a picture of her having lunch by a waterfall, or napping in her hammock by the beach. But when she visited Cuba, and took pictures and wrote a long post about the country, I just lost it. She met up with some other white Instagram influencer friend, and they took selfies at a café and lectured about the region and--- That’s supposed to be my country, my culture. I’m supposed to feel that way about my people, not you. I went to a wedding recently in July. This black man slapped me on the back after I cracked a joke and said, “Hey, where you from?”

“New Jersey.” He laughed. “No, but really though. Where are you from?” “New Jersey.” “I mean originally. Your background. What are you?” It was the first time I had been asked that question since I got back my DNA test results, and for some reason it hit me so much differently.

I really wanted to say, “I don’t know.” It’s ironic how knowing what I am made me feel more confused, more alone and more isolated than ever before. I am bad at speaking Spanish, and when I try to practice with other Spanish-speaking people they laugh at me and say, “You sound like a gringo” and say they can’t bear to practice with me. I don’t look Latino. I might look Indian or I might look Middle Eastern. With me, everyone assumes things about me, no matter what they are. Some people have the luxury of automatic and unspoken assumptions about their background. Then there’s me. Not quite tan, not quite white. I don’t raise enough suspicion at the airport to warrant a search but at the same time I have to jump over one extra hurdle when they ask me one extra question: “Where are you from?” or “How long are you staying here?” or “What are you here for?” It’s very subtle and deceptively innocent. Nobody else who is pasty white gets asked any questions. They just stamp their passport and wave them away. I’m just ambiguous enough to warrant that extra step - just in case, you know? I envy people so much who can have a clear culture and place to point and say, “I’ve been there. I’ve been where I come from.” I envy people who can recognize all the idiosyncrasies of their family’s region. I don’t belong to any country or culture or identity. There are only a few scant pieces of culture that my parents passed on to me. “Oh, on Christmas we do this” or “We say this once and a while. That was a common expression there.” I envy people with huge families who have not been estranged by government and bloodshed or lost to time. I envy people who can trace their families back to their grandfathers and great-grandfathers and great-great-grandmothers. As a kid I wish I was able to say something like, “My great-granddaddy fought Nazis in the war!” I will never know anyone beyond that one old great-grandmother who no longer recognized anyone’s face. Everyone else is a name on a tombstone, or a whisper in vague oral history. I envy people who can firmly say, “I am *insert nationality here*” Because I always mumble at that phrase.  I am. . .a. . . I am from. . . . uh I am. . .  I am. 

[planetemmy]

* hello hello  —  it’s  kenny  ( 20 , she + her , pst )   with  a  lil  info  on  one  my  characters  :  emmy  !  

i’ve  never  truly  played  her  before  so  her  intro  is  kinda  all  over  the  place  and  also  a  little  bland  right  now  but  i’ll  continue  to  add  stuff  on  as  i  get  to  know  her  better  :)  please please  please  message  me  here  or  on  discord  if  you  wanna  plot  or  chat  or  just  have  me  spam  you  with  pictures  of  dua  lipa  (  because  trust  me  i  have  way  too  many  )

(   dua  lipa  ,  cis  woman  ,  she  /  her  ,  twenty  -  three  )  $$$  —  i'm  pretty  sure  i  just  saw  EMERSON  ROY  headed  out  of  willow  in  their  PORSCHE CAYENNE  .  they're  always  so  busy  …  guess  that  makes  sense  since  they're  a  SINGER  +  PERFORMER  .  have  you  met  them  yet  ?  they  live  in  PINE  CT.  ,  so  you  might've  missed  them  .  they're  really  BUBBLY  ,  but  have  a  tendency  to  be  SCATTER - BRAINED  too  …  but  you  didn't  hear  that  from  me  !   i  can  always  tell  when  they're  coming  up  the  hill  ‘cause  they're  constantly  blasting  CLUMSY  by  FERGIE  …  it's  pretty  much  their  anthem  at  this  point  .  y'know  ,  the  other  day  ,  i  saw  a  tabloid  with  them  on  the  front  page  that  said  “   EMERSON  ROY’S  STUNNING  LIVE  PERFORMANCE  IS  PROOF  THAT  BULLYING  WORKS  !  “  …  do  you  think  that's  true  ?  i  don't  know  whether  to  believe  it  or  not  …  i  also  heard  that  [  REDACTED  ] .  guess  we'll  see  what  the  neighborhood  watch  thinks  !

STATISTICS —

NAME : EMERSON EMILIA ROY 

AGE : TWENTY THREE 

PRONOUNS : SHE / HER 

OCCUPATION : SINGER + PERFORMER 

LIVNG : PINE COURT 

BIRTHPLACE : LONDON , ENGLAND 

BIOGRAPHY ( BULLETED ) —

Emmy has that classic super star beginning - - ever since she was a little girl she always loved to sing , and that was a love that simply never left her 

She started small ( literally ) , singing the national anthem at football games or forcing her family to listen to her sing her favorite Disney songs while the movies played in the background ( there was a lot of ‘part of your world’ from the little mermaid involved ) 

as she grew older she grew quite the name for herself in her town in england , often referred to as ‘ the little girl with the big voice ‘ in local papers and magazines - - ever since then she’s been a star 

Emmy practically grew up around the industry , her mother was a supermodel ( think heidi klum type status ) and her father a well respected music produce ( think ryan tedder ) so she had every possible resource she needed to ease her way into the music scene by the time she was around 18 

Her career wasn’t always great , everyone knew Emmy had a great voice but when it came to… well ... every other aspect of performing , she wasn’t very skilled 

When she preformed at her first festival , she thought it would be the moment to launch her career into full swing but it definitely  wasn’t in the way she thought 

she tried to dance, but her attempt ( yes , dua lipa’s pencil sharpener dance ) left her going viral for all the wrong reasons 

The bullying was relentless , what started with bad YouTube edits and memes developed into messaged of hatred in her comments and direct messages - - it was enough to make her take herself out of the public eye for at least a year 

That time she spent in hiding was the time she spent to get her act together , taking dance lessons and improving her stage performance so that by the time her debut album , future nostalgia , came out  , she would be ready to shock the world with her brand new image 

Her debut preformance for her one and half year hiatus ( dua lipa’s 2021 grammy preformance ) left everyone in shock and had her name in every magazine across the nation , just in time for her to announce her world tour 

she took a year to do that tour , performing in cities and countries across the globe with her new and improved stage presence 

it was the absolute time of her life , and now she’s chosen to settle down and take a break at her home in the willow estate 

PERSONALITY ( BULLETED ) —

Emmy is very much … like … she’s just THAT GIRL 

She checks all the boxes : hot , smart , funny , outgoing - - BUT , she is a little bit of an idiot ... but like in a fun way

She’s just kinda ditzy sometimes , doesn’t think before she acts / speaks half the time 

She also has a bit of a temper problem , she looses her cool very very easily and you just need to hope to god you aren’t in the middle of it 

She definitely gives into the whole party gyal aspects of being rich and famous and hot - - loves to go to clubs and wear cute outfits and buy extremely overpriced drinks like it’s just who she is 

loyalty and self-love is above everything for her like she would go to the ends of the earth and back for the people she loves 

she’s definitely like a words of affirmation kind of person , will just throw out random compliments at whoever whenever so take that as you may

she will probably either be your best friend or your worst enemy like there’s no in between