#clowning isn’t a hobby it’s a lifestyle there’s no break

[dork-empress]

Singing in the Dead of Night

Damian Wayne meets a new masked persona in Gotham, and everyone has to adjust to her.

AKA I have a lot of headcanons about Lucy Quinzel and I'm making it other people's problem.

I want it up front that I haven't read these comics, just a lot of wiki pages and tiktoks. If there's a fun thing in the comics you can tell me, but this is my own version of this universe and these characters.

This is going to be the main story, but I may do some offshoots. If you want to subscribe, chapters are also posted on my Ao3 (link in my description).

“You need to take things less seriously.”

Damian looked up, looked down, and then looked back just to be sure it was really his father who asked. It was hard to tell sometimes if your superhero father had been replaced or possessed or something. “Are you serious? YOU’RE telling me that?”

“That should enforce to you how dire the situation is.” Bruce said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re still a kid,”

“I’m 15,” Damian said, then thought about his varied adventures, “Technically…”

“My point exactly,” Bruce said, turning a page on his crime reports, “You should enjoy being a kid, for a while.”

“Oh, did you enjoy being 15?” Damian said, and maybe that was a low blow, but if Bruce wasn’t ready for him to call him out he...shouldn’t have made him upset. Hmm.

Bruce looked up and stared into his soul, and Damian worried he might have stepped in it a bit. He backed up a step in case. Bruce took a deep breath, looking at him. “My childhood was stolen from me, but I at least had one. As did all the other Robins. You’re not responsible for what happened to you,but I think you could use some time. I couldn’t offer you a childhood then, and I can hardly do that now, I know, but I can do what I can.”

“And what are you doing?” Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re suspended from Robin duties.”

“WHAT?!” Damian exploded, getting in his face. “What are you talking about?!”

Bruce didn’t flinch, “Until the Wayne Manor Christmas Party,” Bruce said, “I’ve called Tim and he’s willing to cover for you until then.”

“He doesn’t NEED to cover me,” Damian snarled, “I’m right here! I’m not injured, or dead, or ANYTHING I just--WHY?”

“I told you,” Bruce said, “You need to find other...hobbies, or form connections or SOMEthing. Anything other than the lifestyle. You have two months, you’ll live.”

Damian curled his fists, shaking, but had no more arguments. “You’re the WORST!” He said, and went off to his rooms.

The room was left in stony silence for a moment. Alfred came in, changing out Bruce’s cup of tea. “You don’t actually expect that to work, do you?”

“Not really, no,” Bruce said, “But he’ll be out of my hair for a little bit.”

Alfred was very dignified and so did not snort. But it was close.

Damian went out at night, saying he was off with a friend. Best to keep things vague, but if Bruce pressed, he’d say he was with Jon, and could probably bully Jon into vouching for him.

He dressed all in black, jumping from the rooftops, looking for trouble. There was usually plenty of it in Gotham. He just had to avoid the Bat Signal hanging in the sky and he’d be fine.

He heard a crash and looked down. Jewelry store robbery. Perfect.

He jumped down to ground level and approached the broken in window, taking out his sword. “Anyone in here, it’s better to surrender now,”

Of course, because it was Gotham, he wasn’t met by a normal jewel thief. No, instead, what approached him was a small walking orange balloon animal dog.

Because of course it was.

With an act first, think later attitude, he stabbed at it. He regretted it instantly as it let out some sort of opaque gas, the effects of which he didn’t want to find out. He pulled his shirt up over his mouth in hopes of preventing himself breathing too much in.

“Oh wow,” a voice said behind him, “Are you Robin?”

Damian whipped around and scowled. The gas was obscuring whoever was there, but the silhouette seemed like something of a ballerina. Why couldn’t one criminal just be normal?

He jumped back, ready to attack, but she didn’t fight him. “I’m not Robin,” he said, “I’m…” he didn’t think of another name. Ugh, this was more complicated than it needed to be.

“Huh,” she said, heading over to the display case, “This city sure has a lot of teenage ninja fighters, doesn’t it? Is ninja appropriative? Hmm, will have to think on that.”

She picked up a diamond ring from the display case and headed for the door. “Put that down!” Damian yelled at her, lifting his sword up.

“What, are you going to kill me for one ring?” She said, holding it, “Kinda overkill, don’t you think, Blackbird?”

Damian put his sword up to her, blocking the exit. “I’m not going to kill you, I’m just going to stop you,” he said, determined, but then her words sank in. “Blackbird?”

“Well, I’ve got to call you something, isn’t that how these superhero fights all go?” She stepped forward out of the fog, a girl about his age with a white painted face, lips painted into a heart, and bright orange and pink eyeshadow. “I’m Commedia, the hero of funny, the dancing clown, the laughing knight, etc etc.” she said, “im still working on my name too.”

She did a fancy twirl, getting out of range of Damian’s sword, which he countered to block her from the entrance again. “Oh, you like to dance?” she said.

“Clown, huh?” he said, staring her down, “You work for the joker?”

She laughed, high pitched and sweet, “Very much no,” she said, twirling again through the store, “Though I understand the confusion. No, Joker is...well, a joke. He’s not even registered in the clown registry.”

“There’s a clown registry?” He swung his sword.

This time, it came to a stop, with a matching jingle. He frowned, and saw it was a tambourine that the woman had lifted and stopped the sword like a shield.

He stared at the girl, Commedia, in stunned silence. She smiled brightly at him. “Well, this has been fun. But I really ought to head out. Raincheck on that dance, Blackbird.”

With a spin and a jump, she made it past him and rushed out the door, throwing a pink flower behind. A gas filled up the room in her wake, obscuring the view. Damian unfortunately got a whiff before he could block his nose, but he knew a simple fog cloud scent when he smelled it.

Damian went back into the shadows before the police inevitably arrived. It did seem below his paygrade, fighting someone who only stole a single diamond ring. But it was even stranger for that fact. A strangely dressed clown woman engaging in very strange and specific crimes in Gotham screamed “beginning of a dangerous plot.”

He wanted to go in swinging as usual, then remembered that if his father heard anything about a young person with a sword threatening police, he might catch onto the fact Damian went out that night. So, he went with the subtle approach. Breaking into the jewelry store’s records.

He was glad he did. It turned out that ring in particular had a history. It had been bought, returned, bought again, and returned once more, all by the same man, a Matthew Crenshaw. A quick records search brought up that he was a simple caller at a center. Nothing special about him. But, he was tied to the ring, and that tied him to the girl, so that was his first stop.

He tracked down the apartment to find Matthew Crenshaw in the middle of a very strange day. Damien watched through the window as Matthew lay on the floor of his meager living room, looking up at Commedia herself. She held the ring out to him, offering. “Well come on, man! Take it!”

“I don’t…” he mumbled, “Who...who are you?!”

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said. “Come on, you said you wanted it! So take it!”

“That’s…” Matthew said, “That’s the ring that Jenny liked...that she…”

“That you said would make the perfect proposal!” She said, dancing around, “So? Here it is! Now you can propose for real!” she said, giving it to him.

He juggled it, nearly falling over. Commedia came rushing over, jumping through the window and onto the fire escape. “Alright, hands up,” Damian urged her.

She turned, smiling. “Why, Blackbird? We going on roller coaster?” She put her hands high in the air and swung around the fire escape ladder, “Weeeeee!”

Damian followed her, pointing his sword tip at her chest. “Stop,” he said, “What are you planning?”

“Well, I’m planning to go sneak up to that window up there so I can look in and see what Matty and Jenny have going on,” She said, “Wanna join--OH!”

Damian pressed his sword up to her neck. “Cut the games,” He said, “You’re up to something, I know it. So tell me.”

Commedia sighed, giving in. “Matthew doesn’t want to get married.”

“I...what?” Damian said, confused.

“Matthew Crenshaw, the guy up there,” Commedia said, “He’s a nice guy, and he cares for his girlfriend Jenny, sure. But she’s been pressuring him about getting married, even though he doesn’t really like the idea of getting married. He’s talked himself into saying that he needs the perfect ring, but when he bought it, he decided he couldn’t afford it, and gave it back. So, I got it for him.”

Damian’s scowl only deepened as she kept talking. “Who’s he to you?”

She tilted her head, confused. “He cold called me to try and offer me a deal on car insurance.”

Damian put down the sword. He just. She said it so sincerely. “Who ARE you?” He demanded, now out of confusion more than anger.

She smiled brightly once more. “Why, I’m Commedia! The hero clown, the dancing--”

“Yeah, you said all that before, but like,” He sighed, “Why?”

Commedia’s smile fell down to something simple and kind. She offered a hand to him.

Hesitant, curious, and just...confused, he took it.

She led him to the other window, where they saw Jenny walking through the door. She gasped and ran to Matthew. “Oh, Matt! Matt, yes! Yes, I do, I do, I never thought this day would come! Oh gosh, I gotta call my mom, I’ve got a few dresses all picked out. You’ll see, it’ll be a huge party with everyone we know and-”

“Jenny,” he said, “Jenny wait, I...you know I don’t...I’m not comfortable with crowds and...and I don’t--

“But it’s MY DAY!” Jenny wailed, “You wouldn’t take MY day from me, would you?”

“C’mon,” Commedia muttered.

“Please, Jen,” Matt continued, “Look it’s just...if, if we did get married, shouldn’t--wouldn’t it be my day too?”

“Oh come ON, Matt,” Jenny said, walking to the counter, “We both know I’m the one who knows what’s best for you. It’ll be good! You’ll finally get to shine, and if you don’t like it, you’ll have ME there to take the rest of the spotlight!”

Matt’s hands balled into fists, and his face set, “No.”

“What?” Jenny said, incredulous.

“I’ve had it! I’m tired of-of you telling me what I like and what I don’t!” his lip trembled as he stood up. “I knew I was hesitant, but I didn’t know why! Now I see it’s becasue I didn’t want you in the rest of my life!”

“Hey now,” Jenny said, “Matt, calm down--”

“Get out of my house!” Matt went to the open window Commedia left behind and tossed out the ring.

“Whoopsies,” Commedia said and dropped away. Damian, confused, dropped down after her.

She picked the ring up from the ground and held it out to Damian. “I trust you can get this back to the jewelry store.”

“So, all of that…” he said, “was to help a guy get out of a bad relationship? That you barely knew?”

“He sounded sad on the phone,” Commedia said, “Made me curious.”

Damian scoffed, staring at her. “Who ARE you?”

She chuckled. “My guess is you’ll find out sooner or later,” she said, “So I’ll pick later, for now. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, Blackbird.”

She took out another flower. This one shot off into the distance like a grappling hook, and pulled her twirling into the night.

Damian could have followed her, maybe. But, holding the ring in his hands, he didn’t see much need to.

Across town, Batman was called to a bank robbery in the middle of the night. Inside, however, he didn’t find the vault broken in, and nothing stolen, other than a number of complimentary lollipops. “You know there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Aw, Come on Bats!” Harley said, swinging from the ceiling with one of the lollipops in her mouth, “Ain’t this a classic? Brings me back to the old days.”

“Oh, you’ve stopped doing crime then?” He said, leaning back and looking up at her, “News to me.”

Harley flipped down in front of him. “Batsy, you know I’m tryin’! I do good, is it a crime to have a little fun while I do it?”

“If you hurt people, yes.” Batman said.

Harley deflated. “I haven’t done that in a while now. I’m goin through some life changes.”

Batman hummed, staring down at her. “I’m guessing this is about the small clown that has been reported around town recently doing strange acts of minor crimes to help people?”

Harley brightened again, balancing on the teller counter. “She’s my new apprentice! A bit of a goody-two-shoes, but I’m doing my best to train her.” She did a handstand, “I came to ask for some advice at raising child soldiers, considering you have so much experience.”

Batman always scowled, but it seemed his scowl deepened on that. “I help some people come to terms with terrible things that have happened to them, and teach them to be a force of good in the world instead of falling to the world’s darkness.” He thought back on his children, “It doesn’t always work.”

Harley laughed, “No kidding,” she said. She sighed, thinking. “To be honest, Commedia is already pretty good. I can’t claim credit for that.” She rocked back and forth, feeling uneasy.

Batman approached, slow so as not to scare her. “Well, we both know she didn’t get it from her father.”

Her face was already white, but she blanched further. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, “She’s my niece, she ran from home so I’m taking care of her and-”

“Harley,” Batman stopped her rambling, “I’m a detective, remember?”

She frowned, shaking at him. “He doesn’t know,” she said, “No one knows, she...she’s never met him and I don’t want her to I--”

Batman held up his hands, stopping her again. “I know,” he said, “I understand, really. And I’ll help.”

She blinked up at him, smiling. “Really?”

Batman nodded. “I’ll help you protect her. As for advice....if you ever figure out a perfect way to raise masked vigilantes, let me know. I mostly just do the best I can, and make sure they can do a proper spin-kick if they need to.”

Harley snorted. “I’ll make a note of that.” She grabbed the box of free lollies on the counter, “I am going to be robbing these though, and you can’t stop me.”

She headed for the back entrance and away. “Harley,” Batman called her again, and she froze, “The year you were gone, when you disappeared and suddenly your sister had a child she wasn’t pregnant with. I want you to know, I noticed.”

Harley smiled, turning, “Thanks Bats-” When she turned, he was gone. “And people call me a drama queen.”

[gild-and-fire]

ggweek 2020: All About Rio

Tagged by the wonderful @inyoursheets and absurd @sothischickshe

Tagging (but no pressure!!) @fairhairedkings​ @missmaxime​ @briosgina​ @mrslackles​ 

Questions from here and I think I added a read more?

Why do I personally like or dislike Rio? (I added this one for fun)

A few different elements of Good Girls drew me in (humor, acting, UST, etc) and I have been hyperfixated hooked since! And not to get too real on the main--jk imma bare it all out here on the internet--I found Good Girls in a time when I didn’t really have much independence or agency in my life. So, obviously, beth being a boss bitch and rio being straight-up unhinged definitely satiated me.

Specifically, other than the fact that he is very very handsome and i would give him my life savings if he just said the word “muhney”, I love that he takes calculated risks (ie any risk he takes on beth), has fun being a prick (“what’s up, you miss me?”, “it’s too good, ma”, “need another bathroom break?”, “we’re consolidating”), has amazing outfits (no further comment), uses his charisma to cajole and charm people into compliance (rip Gil & Lucy), and yeah i just think he’s neat

What are your headcanons about Rio’s and Mick’s relationship? Did they meet through crime? Are they lifelong friends?

OH definitely best buds for LIFE who met during crime and then like just trusted each other’s judgement. I think Demon follows orders without a second thought (which Rio loves), Rio laughs manically whenever Demon says something sassy or rude (which Demon loves), and they neither one takes life too seriously, ya know? They’re both just having a good time and appreciate that the other is on the same wavelength.

Now that’s what is probable. What isn’t probable BUT I want dearly??

Mick barbeques every other month and Rio brings Marcus everytime

Rio and Mick have matching tattoos on their ankles from a very fun night in Canada

They play basketball together and the winner rubs the victory in the other’s face for the rest of the week. Rio always dunks on Mick, but Mick is surprisingly agile and good at stealing (bc he’s not wearing a tiny leather jacket duh)

Mick has tried to set Rio up with his many cousins by bringing them to the bar “coincidentally” at the same time Rio is there

They text each other pictures of their food and share restaurant/food truck suggestions

What are Rio’s hobbies outside of work and Marcus? What do you think he’d get up to on a day with absolutely no responsibilities?

ART! ART! ART! I will not accept any answers except for boxing/basketball and art. That man’s apartment was wayyy to gorgeous, and have you seen his hands?? I can only imagine the things he can do with a paintbrush

What do you think Rio’s goals for the future are?

Total mayhem and destruction (at the Boland residence)

What do you think Rio is bad at (cooking, dancing, singing, etc.)? How come?

There’s NO way he’s good at singing, but i would bet everything i have that he is a good dancer. I mean,, I could stare at the way he walks allllll day.

Why do you think Rio is drawn to Beth? + Why do you think Rio didn’t kill Beth?

Before I joined the fandom, I really questioned why either one was attracted to the other, and oftentimes, I was convinced that they simply were using each other for selfish reasons and for the sake of manipulating the other. Now, I still believe that they use each for selfish business reasons, but that genuine feelings and interests have also developed since around 1.06 and it has been challenging for both ever since business and personal have mixed.

I think the fact that they are two sides of the same coin makes their attraction so delicious for a viewer, but I think that they are both distrustful individuals and thus are destined to always second guess the other’s motivation even if they are being genuine. It kinda reminds me of Epifanio and Camila’s marriage in Queen of the South: they love each other, but the clash of their individual ambitions make it difficult to trust each other.

But, back to the question lol. I think Rio is drawn to Beth and hasn’t killed her because he understands her, sees himself in her, and enjoys how she challenges him. Specifically, they are both motivated by the desire to provide for their kid(s) and their love for crime. Beth hustles hard, leverages her unfortunate situations into advantageous ones, and only trusts herself--I think the same can be said for Rio and that he admires these parts of Beth.

What are your headcanons about Rio’s family? Siblings? Parents? Lifestyle growing up?

This is a tough one bc I absolutely love the different OCs created for Rio’s family and I think it’s so fun to see his older sisters clown him on the daily. However, I’m inclined to think he has one older sister because he drinks his respect women juice and has STRONG younger sibling vibes (re: constantly causing trouble but always acquitted). In my limited experience, I think older siblings have to be more responsible, and Rio plays it a little more fast and loose.

I would also venture a guess that if he had a “stable”/”traditional” childhood, he likely wouldn’t have fallen into crime? I have a hard time placing what his parents and upbringing was like, because I only have my frame of reference and like who thinks that’s sound judgement lol. But I suppose that Manny’s own backstory would be a good starting point: he grew up in a rough area, has traditional grandparents (who likely supervised Rio when his parents were working/not home), and is hustling to move up in the world. I also think that he is someone who has come to discover and define his own style over time, but wasn’t able to when he was younger.

Do you think Rio’s been arrested before Beth got him arrested in 1.10? When, and what for?

MY bby? My “too smart for his own good”, “two-steps-ahead” bby??? ABSOLUTEL Y  NOT  i think the shutdown episode is such a good example of why not, and i think we know that beth is a BIG, glaring exception in his normal business dealings, so getting arrested doesn’t happen often, if ever

If Rio weren’t a crime boss, what jobs do you think he’d be good at? Why?

OK so I went back and forth on this one. Let me explain my thoughts

I think he is well-suited for being a PM in tech because it requires “disruption” and Rio definitely loves to disrupt things lol, and he is a natural leader who can motivate a team to follow his lead.

I DO not think that working at a consulting firm or law firm or something businessy like that would be up his alley bc its way too stuffy and too many rules (ethics & compliance training, what the fuck?) But Rio is also good at being a snake

Maybe a math teacher? Before you laugh, hear me out. He’s good with kids, he’s good at math, and we know he likes to give lessons!! (does he do it well? Idk but obviously beth was ready to shoot boomer in S2 and then taught Max in s3, so there’s that lol)

But yeah, I think an entrepreneur in tech is perf bc is requires a certain degree of rule-breaking, a certain degree of charisma, and strong math/science skills.

[fatalcarnaged]

⌠𝐎𝐎𝐂 : 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 !! 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖺, 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 !! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 !! ⌡

We welcome ( ROSALIE ANN AMARI ) to this Wicked Little Town ! It’s said they look a lot like ( PHOEBE TONKIN ), and are said to hold the ( MISTRESS ) mark now. They tragically died from ( SHOT IN THE HEAD BY A TRAITOR IN HER CREW ) at only ( TWENTY FIVE ) years old, but I think ( SHE / HER ) will fit in well here in the end as they’re ( BISEXUAL ). They’re really into ( SPANKING & TEASING ), but not so much into ( ANAL & BODILY FLUIDS ), which probably means they’re also ( FEARLESS ) and ( DANGEROUS ).

𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑂 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝐼𝑁

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Rosalie Ann Amari NICKNAME(S) / TITLE(S): Rose, Rosie, Roro ( her childhood best friend ) - Whore, Bitch, Slut, Worthless ( her father ) - Salie, Annie, Amari, Vixen, Bad ass ( Lucifer, the man who trained her ) AGE: Twenty Four ( verse dependent ) BIRTHDAY: July 12, 1995 GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She-Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bisexual ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer PLACES OF BIRTH: Bay Ridge, Brooklyn 

PLACE OF DEATH: Miami, Florida  ETHNICITY: White and European American NATIONALITY: French, Bulgarian and Australian

RELIGION: Spiritual ( Modern spirituality is centered on the “deepest values and meanings by which people live.” It embraces the idea of an ultimate or an alleged immaterial reality. It envisions an inner path enabling a person to discover the essence of his/her being. )

OCCUPATION: Taco Bell Employee ( former / childhood job ), Bartender ( former / after Juvie ), Leader of the Antonucci family Mafia ( former career ). LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French, Bulgarian, Latin, Spanish and Portuguese ACCENT: Mixture of French and Latin

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin ( main ) Danielle Campbell ( younger )

HAIR COLOR: Brown ( has had blonde, red and black hair )

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HEIGHT: 5′ 7″

WEIGHT: 123 Pounds

BUILD: Slim but she’s strong

BRA SIZE: 38B

SHOE SIZE: 8.5 ( US )

TATTOOS: She has a tattoo of the word joy tattoo on the side of her wrist on her right hand and she got that in honor of her mother who passed away when Rosalie was born, she also has the word balance on her right foot as a reminded to keep herself balanced despite all the murder and abuse in her life, she also has a heart outline on her right hip that’s in honor of her best friend that passed away. She has a rose tattoo against the side and slightly under her left breast in honor of her name, she also has a lotus flower tattoo against her right shoulder in symbol of her spirituality, the last tattoo she has is a small paw print tattoo behind her left her that stands for her Siberian Husky dog that she has.

PIERCINGS: She has both her earlobes pierced three, she has a Industrial Piercing on her right ear and two Helix Piercing piercings on her left ear, she also has her belly button pierced and she has her Rook pierced on her left ear and also she has a Conch Piercing on he right ear, she also has her right side of her nose pierced and her last piercing is her septum pierced but she never wear both her septum and nose piercing, she barely uses her septum piercing but when she does is if she’s out at some event.

PERSONALITY

LABEL(S):

THE PHOENIX : someone who has come back after a devastating event and ‘risen from the ashes.’ they can be considered remarkable and resilient. they can be similar to “the clean slate” except they most likely accept their past or pretend to.

THE HEDONIST: someone that lives purely to please themselves; they are charismatic and often philosophical because of their lifestyle, they tend to be adrenaline junkies and thrive off of the feeling of their blood pulsing through their veins; a synonym is “the sybarite,” or “the voluptuary.”

THE BROKEN BIRD: a person who has a troubles past, who has been traumatized or might still be which resulted in them becoming stoic, cynical or even bad-ass ; damaged, broken inside who hides away behind a mask and distance themselves emotionally.

THE CHIEF: someone who tends to take the lead in situations ; a bossy person ; a leader.

THE INDEPENDENT WOMAN: a woman who is strong and a leader ; a girl who doesn’t need a man ; can be seen as a feminist, but not necessarily ; can be a business woman.

THE VAMP: a girl who sleeps around a lot.

THE BLACK SHEEP: someone that is shunned by many, particularly their family; they are rebellious and do what is told not to; adamant about being different, but isn’t accepted; often treated differently because of what they do interchangeable with renegade or outcast

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous, Adaptable, Brave, Cautious, Charismatic, Capable, Confident, Educated, Independent, Intelligent, Observant Dominate and Strong NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cold, Cunning, Dangerous, Daring, Dark, Fearless, Feisty, Harsh, Impatient, Jealous, Mischievous, Murderous, Mysterious, Naughty and Sarcastic GOALS/DESIRES: To rid the world of all the horrible, sick and twisted individuals FEARS: Being alone and clowns HOBBIES: Painting, Piano, Murdering and Singing LIKES: Animals, Music, Art, Singing, Sex and Drinking DISLIKES: Dishonest people, Liars, Pedophiles, Abusers and Bad Banners

FAMILY

FATHER: Tagus Amari ( deceased )

MOTHER: Anne Marie Amari ( deceased )

PET(S): Mako ( Male Siberian Husky Dog - former pet ), Sasha ( Female Egyptian Mau Cat - former pet ), Paco ( Male Cockatoo Bird - former pet ), Aleta ( Female Sugar Glider - former pet ), Ares ( Male Ball Python - former pet ) 

CHILDREN: Annette Rose Amari ( deceased , she only lived a year after her birth )

TESTS

MYERS-BRIGGS: Commander Personality (ENTJ, -A/-T)

ENNEAGRAM: The Challenger

TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

KINKS & ANTI KINKS

KINKS: Oral ( receiving and giving ), Spanking ( receiving, giving to the woman ), Hair pulling, Scratching, Biting, Foreplay, Teasing, Sex Toys, Collars, Whips, Restrains, Bruising, Submission, Daddy!Dom, Making Love ( slow and intimate ), Semi-Public Sex, Blindfolds, ( If it isn’t on the anti-list then she might be opened to it, she’s very experimental. ) ANTI-KINKS: Anal, Bodily Fluids, Blood play, Vomit, Child play ( or talk ), Animals, Fisting, Burning, Humiliation, Knife Play,  Bestiality,  Severe pain, Mental Abuse, Gore.

BIOGRAPHY

( hello !! her dossier is still being written but I will give you a quick summary, Rosalie’s mom died during childbirth and her father turned into a physical, emotional and sexual abusive man towards Rosalie and that is what it was like her entire childhood, she has scars to remind her of the many many horrible things that he did to her, she did a lot of drugs and slept around a lot with both men and woman to try and just feel something other then pain. Her first murder was her father. One day when she was fifteen she had enough and she had a mental break and she ended up stabbing her father twenty five times and that was the first time she found the high of killing a horrible person, the high of seeing his blood on his had, she was only sentenced with two years in juvie because she pleaded insanity and with the amount of abuse the court accepted her plea. Once she was out of juvie she found herself not knowing where to go or what to do, she had gone to a bar to make a phone call and when she left, a man had grabbed her and tried to have his way with her in the alleyway and that’s her second murder, she slit his throat with a piece of broken glass near a dumpster and that’s when she realized that she was going to be her own justice, she was going to rid the world of horrible and disgusting people, on her path of murders she would meet a man who would train her in fighting, street smart and everything she needed to know to run his business, one of the biggest mafia’s around, she became the boss and she never allowed anyone to cross her again that was until one man ruined everything, there was a traitor in her mafia and he got her alone and shot her in the head and she woke up in hell. Once I get more of a feel for her then I’ll be writing her full dossier  )