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[seonces]

    ( zoe kravitz , 32 , cis woman , she/her ) have you seen rosalind rose down in st. landry again? i heard they’re one of the mediators for the powells now. they’ve been so escapist and aimless lately, it’s no wonder. i’ll sure miss when they were romantic and selfish. i wonder if they’re going to stop listening to sad day by fka twigs now, or if slip dresses and doc martens will still announce ‘em.

preferred name  /  nickname. roz

sun sign. taurus ( exact date of birth tba )

sexual attraction. lesbian AF      

romantic attraction. seriously there’s never been a bigger lesbian

primary occupation. mediator for the powells

secondary occupation. radio DJ, jazz singer

strengths. determination, neuroticism, impulsiveness

weaknesses. jealousy, short-sightedness, mercy

concept. roz is the wind in your hair and the moon in your eyes. a breath of cold winter air in the early hours of the morning. the shake in your bones after a night of partying, right before you curl around a stuffed animal in between your sheets. a clove cigarette enjoyed on a balcony. some kind of whiskey drink. plants, plants, plants and tanks full of reptiles. watching fish swim in an aquarium. easy thoughts and lo-fi on the stereo. never second guessing, never looking back.  holding hands in the dark. blue and purple lights bleeding all over your skin, soft smiles on a pretty face. a clash of violence so jarring it takes your breath away. vintage cars and scuffed boots. holes in your favorite sweater. forehead kisses and wanting to feel safe.

a summary. born and raised outside of st. landry. mom a musician, dad a farmer. grows up and swings with the wrong crowd, yada yada she gets swept up in a mafia war and finds her hands full of information she should nawt have. trades that information for safety with the powells in landry but she’s still got a bounty out for her. been here for about half a decade now and has made herself more than useful. 

add later tbh lazy vibes tonight 

quick facts.

reads tarot and tells fortunes over the radio to callers at the post-midnight hour

spot her at any art gallery or movie theater around town. she loves looking and admiring anything that’s not the real world

what do you mean an oversized trench coat doesn’t go with everything

collects plants, and her apartment has aquariums of fish, jellyfish, and reptiles ( mostly lizards and a random ball python ) taking care of them is the way she de-stresses

hates bars and clubs and noisy places unless she’s performing 

good smoky voice but stage shy  :/   needs a Few before she hops up on stage

makes pottery :3   little pots for her plants and toys for her animal babies

always looking for a Way Out, but being with the group is 1000% safer for her right now than anything 

sleeps past noon. owns a million pillows and blankets. 

dreamed of becoming a mega star and still daydreams about the silver screen <3 

potential connections.

powells she clashes with. roz is pro-mercy, pro-anything that has the least amount of casualties period kind of mediator. maybe she’s too apologetic, too forgiving. she sees them as too trigger-happy and violet. not their biggest fan

a former fling and they could’ve had it all but tensions between their groups went sour real fast and they cut each other out of their lives and she’s not over it 

ride or dieeeeee. they're her favorite protection to bring along to any meeting. they’re cool, calm, and collected, and she appreciates how they can talk and share ideas, even if they disagree. her best friend, but they’d never acknowledge that’s what they are

mortal enemy. the pain in her ass. brash and bold in a way she’d never approve of. no matter their allegiance, she sees them as nothing but a hardship 

fans of her music :D  and maybe they bought the 1 album she produced and her crafty little pottery jars 

they were her first friend in st. landry and introduced her to the powells. she’s thankful for the protection

they’re aware of a bounty on her head from a group outside of landry and potentially eager to seize the opportunity at some point 

a friends with benefits situation but she’s emo because she wants more but they’re possibly not looking for commitment  ( for whatever reason ) so she writes sad songs about them and pines elegantly 

[axclgarcias]

and last but not least, here’s bb #3, axel! 

[ OSCAR ISAAC, FORTY, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] Have you seen AXEL GARCIA down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re the MEDIATOR, for the MENDOZA’s now. They’ve been so FICKLE & DRAMATIC lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were LEVEL-HEADED & REGIMENTED. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to HARPER LEE BY LITTLE GREEN CARS now, or if GOLD RINGS & MESSY HAIR will still announce ‘em.

tw death

> axel was born as royalty in st landry. his father, one of the early members of the mendozas, quickly grew accustomed to the comforts afforded by a high position in a lucrative group > axel, always the hardass, hated it. at first, he thought it was fun, riding around on his father’s friends bikes, spending all his time with members of the mendoza family and pretending that he was in an action movie > he quickly found out, however, that it was not as fun as it all seemed the first time his father came home with a bullet in his shoulder. it wasn’t the last. > despite all of this, axel had an otherwise charmed life. his mother, kind and caring, instilled that kindness in her son. his father taught him how to take care of the people around him—and his bike. you know, mijo, one day, this will be yours.

> he made a clear effort to make sure that he wasn’t turning into his father, throwing himself into school and spending all his time working towards his goal of being a doctor. he was never going to come home to find his father bleeding out and not know what to do again. > axel flew through his medical degree, getting accepted into a residency program in seattle—far away from the drama in charming—and pursuing his dream with a fervor that was unmatched > he was in his last year of residency when his father died > his father was shot—by whom, they still don’t know—and after that, axel just needed to leave. he dropped out of residency and moved back home

> they fell on hard times after axel’s father died, with axel refusing the money the mendozas offered them and his mother too distraught to work for a long time. > finally, axel had no choice but to join up with the family he had always sworn to hate, if only because he knew it was the only way to get by in this new world.  > he doesn’t want to admit that he actually enjoys the work

[andiemin]

and here is spike’s bb #2, andie min! 

[ NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO, TWENTY-FIVE, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen ANDIE MIN down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the RUNNERS for the POWELL’s now. They’ve been so WITHDRAWN & CONFUSED lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were DETERMINED & QUICK-WITTED. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to GET RIGHT BY ARCADE FIRE now, or if LILIES OF THE VALLEY & COMBAT BOOTS will still announce ‘em.

> a st. landry native, andie grew up with a keen understanding of the families in the city > she didn’t have any family of her own—not any that she counts, anyway—which was what led to her becoming a computer hacker in order to make some money when she was too young to get a real job > soon, the powells recognized potential in her, and while they may have stomped out others who had encroached on their digital turf, they brought andie on > she had grown tired of hacking, however, and tired of the same old thing. looking for some more adventure, she became a runner

> andie is the kind of person who never takes no for an answer. when she wants something, she gets it.  > she’s also the kind of person who is rarely sure of what exactly she wants. she’s confused about the future, confused about her future, and it has made for a terrible mix.  > she’s kind and warm, but she knows how to take care of herself. growing up with a family that neglected her has given her a thorny exterior, but once you get past it, she’ll do anything for her friends. 

[sacrvligious]

[ DANIELLE CAMPBELL, TWENTY FOUR, CIS FEMALE, SHE / HER ] Have you seen SHAYNE WILLIAMS down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the MEDIATOR, for the WILLIAMS now. They’ve been so ADDICTIVE & CARELESS lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were NURTURING & COOPERATIVE. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to TRY by P!NK now, or if ALWAYS WEARING A BEANIE, A CLOSET OF SKELETONS BEING BARELY HELD CLOSED BY A THREAD, AN INFECTIOUS LAUGH will still announce ‘em.

basics

full name:  shayne theodora williams

nickname(s):  n/a

age:  twenty four

date of birth:  december thirteenth 

place of birth:  st landry’s

gender:  cis female

sexual orientation:  homosexual

romantic orientation:  homosexual

religion:  n/a

occupation:  mediator

language(s) spoken:  english

physical

face claim:  danielle campbell.

hair color:  dark brown

eye color:  blue.

height:  5’2”

weight: 117lbs

build:  slender.

tattoos: koi fish on her left foot, rainbow on right tricep, some little minimalist ones scattered over chest and torso, dream catcher on her back,  broken beer bottle behind left ear.

piercings:  ears, septum, nostril.

distinguishing characteristics:  the tattoos and piercings mostly.

personality

positive traits:  bubbly, warmhearted,  witty, open-minded, sweet.

negative traits:  irresponsible, flaky, addictive, indulgent, fake.

fears:  relapsing.

hobbies:  self help groups.

quirks:  toying with hair elastics around her wrist, readjusting her beanie, fidgeting with buttons on her flannels.

family

father:  ted williams, realtor.

mother:  shelley williams, business owner.

sibling(s):  younger brother, (adopted)

significant other: n / a

TRIGGER WARNINGS ,  mentions of drug use & overdose, rehab.

she is a true comeback story if there ever was one in st. landry and the real test of nature vs. nurture because no one really saw her downfall coming. shayne was raised in a loving household, middle class and comfortable and just fairly normal. while she had close family intertwined with the crime circles in their city, her parents were not and they kept her and her little brother away from it during their childhood. they never looked down upon her father’s siblings who were the head & hearts of the williams, but they always knew (and were adamant) that no child should be around it.

around eighteen years old, shayne started to party with some people who hung in and around the crime she was to be kept away from. she felt a pull to it, possibly her william blood, and she found the nights spent with this group to be the nights she felt most uplifted. however, these people weren’t head first working with her extended family, or their rivals. they were the bottom feeders who liked to pretend they did, when they were really getting the scraps of the drugs and even less of the attention.  considering shayne had been sheltered from this side of st landry’s, she didn’t realize the difference and she believed them.

when she was twenty two, that belief nearly killed her. one too many little baggies shared between friends, dirty baggies at that, and she lost herself. her so called friends left her in the bathroom stall of a local bar to rot and die, but luckily, she is a williams. she was looked after from afar, which saved her life. she was found, and her family got her the best care within decent time. 

a week or so, shayne spent in the hospital before she was moved to an in patient rehab facility. her overdose had terrified her, and shook her enough to get sober. she is one of the lucky ones, however, that her sobriety stuck the first time. to keep her on the right path, her uncles brought her into their side of the family and gave her tasks and jobs to busy her. it was a good distraction; she learned the family business and she kept her nose out of the filth that she was once hanging around with.

becoming the mediator was a no brainer, really. with shayne’s attitude and love for her family, and over all personality of being a peace keeper, and more or less mom friend, they saw it to be a great fit for the young girl. 

she is a firm believer in AA meetings and self help groups, in fact she runs one out of the local church weekly.

she has been sober for a year and thirty nine weeks now, and she always keeps her chips on her. usually in her bag. since becoming sober, she has a major sweet tooth, and usually has little candies or chocolates on her as well because of this.

always wearing beanies, or flannels or ripped jeans. your regular Gay aesthetic. also lots of tye-dye. honestly, gay stoner vibes. she may have ditched the drugs but she’ll be damned if she ditches the outfits and vibes.

the gayest lesbian to ever gay. big mom friend. will protecc

[brvisedmorality]

[ TESSA THOMPSON, 37, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen BENTLEY BOURDEAUX down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the BOSS, for the KELLEY’s now. They’ve been so CUT THROAT & GUARDED lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were CREATIVE & SENTIMENTAL. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to HEAVEN KNOWS by THE PRETTY RECKLESS. now, or if LILY TATTOOS WRAPPING AROIND HER HEART, A GAZE THAT DEFINES IF LOOKS COULD KILL & A RUSTED WEDDING RING BURIED IN THE SWAMPS will still announce ‘em.

Violet Maheaux was born in the backwoods of the bayou as a chilling side effect of what could only be called the hate fucking exchanged by her parents. She was the kind of woman that you admired for both her inherit, natural beauty and her dreams. The dreams were always the big ones, the ones that involved making a name for herself and leaving the sleepiness of this little town behind forever.  As pretty as she was, that was all that the ancestors saw fit to give her, nothing much more. They didn’t see it important to offer the woman the tools that she needed in order to make it out of her circumstances, there was no second chance at a life unless she learned to use the one thing that she did have – her body. Violet learned at her young age that for as many dreams as she had, her parents had that many less. They could barely spell the word dream let alone live it, so there was no other choice for her to start to get creative. She managed to learn that the world would open up to you just as soon as you opened your legs. Pussy, that was the one marketable talent that she was born with and she decided to use it as such. The phrase gold digger was one that had been coined especially for her, the girl with champagne taste and beer money. Through the years she had found men here and there but she never really managed to accomplish anything great from sloppy blowjobs and quick sex until she met Weston Bordeaux.

Weston was not only the most desirable man that she had ever seen, his bank account reflected just the right amount of zeroes to make him the prime candidate to run her right out of the woods and into the penthouse. There were two dates before she found herself pinned to the backseat of his Bentley, a chorus of convincing moans and slick sheen of sweat resulting in her golden ticket, the baby that he put inside her that night. In all her glory, she managed to rope on of New Orleans’s most eligible bachelors. Weston’s parents were not about to let a bastard child be born with the prestigious Bordeaux name so he had no choice other than to marry the downgrade that he had made the mistake of impregnating. Their marriage was one that sealed fates ticket to bring the poor house to the Hamptons, so to speak. In commemorative fashion of their fuck trophy, Violet elected to name their first born child Bentley. The keep sake that lived and breathed was born shortly after they were married and there were days where she regretted even that simple, silver spoon mistake.

Bentley’s childhood was one that was filled with attention from anyone other than her parents. The people that whispered through the halls of their house, the ones that dusted ancient heirlooms and tended to the children were the ones that she knew the best. Her mother was a ghost of a woman, a woman whose only goal had been to get somewhere where she didn’t need to worry about money. She accomplished that goal on her back but now there was nothing left for Violet to aspire to. Weston on the other hand was miserable in the begging of their marriage and subsequently, while Bentley was growing up. He drank too much, worried even more and then of course eventually succumbed to his fate of loving the backwoods Barbie doll that he had been forced into marrying. The hurricane that was Bentley Mason stormed her way through the house and the grounds, never a soul to settle for too long. The wild child that her mother had been in her youth was the only trait she was thankful that she was passed down. There was no way to calm her waters or cage her desire to learn, love, hate, anything. She was as unpredictable as they came, something that her father saw as an immediate danger and attempted to cut off at the neck just as soon as possible. Weston’s suggestion for calming down their daughter was to all but sell her off to the highest bidder. Arranged marriages were a thing of the past, everyone said but what high society wanted, high society got.

The attempt to clip wings that were made for flying made Bentley more than enraged when she started coming into her teens. It was delicate age, the age where rebellion could come running into the back of your head and make its home there. It did just that, as a matter of fact. She was a wild horse that bucked the saddle they were trying to fit her with in every sense that she possibly could, but eventually daddy won out. He managed to rope her into a relationship with a man who was ten years her senior, ignoring the obvious age gaps and general inappropriate nature of their pairing, he was just happy someone would continue the prestige that was promised by the life he knew. The one thing that daddy didn’t know was that he had just pushed his darling daughter into the arms of malice, abuse, and violence all rolled into one. That was her dance with the devil, her chance to lose the wide eyed innocence that she had been born with. Her only saving grace was her sister, Delilah.

Bentley only stayed around for as long as she did because of her little sister, someone needed to be there to hold the hand of the most precious thing that shared her bloodline. Delilah Lily Bordeaux was the one thing that brought her head back down from the clouds and centered her in a way that one other hand that had ever touched her managed too. The problem with that was that Bentley was only human (as far as she knew), she could only handle so much. The straw that had broken the camel’s back was the last time that her husband to be busted her lip wide open. The copper taste of her own blood in her mouth was enough to break down the last of her defenses, leaving her with one choice at the ripe age of sixteen and that was to leave. She abandoned the family, the money, and the manufactured sense of both safety and love, making the last strike the last time that someone would ever put their hands on her without regretting the decision.

Leaving the house on the hill that she had been born in and subsequently her sister, affectionately coined as Lily, was the one thing that will constantly be a soft, untouched mistake that she still didn’t speak about. It was the reason that some nights she woke up screaming, other mornings she contemplated just ending the suffering that radiated from that hole that was left in her chest by the happenings at that house. Shortly after Bentley left home, Lily then twelve would just so happen to go missing. They searched for her for days, spending minutes, hours, days trying to find any sign of what had happened to the small girl with the sincerest of smiles. Local law enforcement combined with neighbors and friends scoured the woods, the swamps, everything that they could to find any sign of the youngest Bordeaux sister. The overly eager attempts to find the child by one neighbor in particular would be the downfall of the whole scenario, eventually finding that he had raped, brutalized and then killed the light of Bentley’s life weeks earlier, not even bothering to bury the body but instead leaving her in the basement of his oversized home right next to the Bordeaux’s house. This is what heart break feels like, this is what heartbreak sounds like, hell – this is what heartbreak looks like.

Bentley’s lines were blurred forever after that small, simple incident that came to define her own personal views on morality. She didn’t mind becoming the judge, jury and the executioner because that final kick in the balls so to speak came when they acquitted this man on a technicality that she was sure that his lawyer bought with all that money that they had to offer him. It was the law, the government that allowed him to not only kill her flesh and blood, but turned the blind eye to it. It was then that fate decided to brand itself a killer at the ripe age of sixteen. It was the first body that ever disappeared under Bentley’s name, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last one. That was the thing about blood, once you got it on your hands, those stains never did come out.

True to the saying, the first cut was the deepest, but that didn’t mean it was going to be some kind of well learned lesson. Instead, it became a means to an end. Regardless, the one mistake she’d made was getting caught. The person who caught her had a badge that she assumed would somehow steal the loyalty from her to it, but she was pleasantly surprised. The pair eventually took off together, until he’d left her in a cheap, roadside motel, to deal with the reality of her hand written tragedy. Upon coming back to town, Marie Kelley took her in. After all, she’d always known the girl, and something told Bentley, that when she looked at her? Somehow, she didn’t see the same monster that B did when she looked in the mirror. 

The Kelley family became the only family she knew and loved, aside from her sister, that she carried with her every day. That was the only reason she was allowed to climb the ranks the way she did, and it was at Marie’s dying recommendation, that she took the throne. A gift, that she hadn’t intended to waste then, and surely wouldn’t now. 

[dahliamyers]

[ PAULINA SINGER, 28, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen DAHLIA MEYERS down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the SECRETARY, for the MATTHIEU now. They’ve been so PETTY and CAPRICIOUS lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were CHARISMATIC and ADAPTIVE. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to BIG GOD by FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE now, or if KEEN CAT-EYES and THE SHIMMER OF SILK AND COPPER will still announce ‘em.

B A S I C S

Name: Dahlia Meyers

Age: 28

Birthplace: Houston, Texas

Orientation: Bisexual

Affiliation: Matthieu

Role: Secretary

Spoken Languages: English, Ukrainian

P H Y S I C A L

Height: 5'6

Build: Slim

Distinguishing Marks: Smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, tiny scar on the knuckle of her index finger detailing a battle lost to an unruly stapler.

Habits and Gestures: Sucking her teeth, canting her head in thought, blinking pointedly. Her voice dips into a bit of a Texas drawl when especially emotional.

Smells like: Dolce & Gabanna Light Blue, hazelnut coffee

Dress: Plenty of silk, hammered metals, occasional leather. Color palette tends to stick around blush colors, bronzes, golds, and black.

N O T A B L E  T R A I T S

- wry

- flippant

- vindictive

- adaptive

- petty

- sociable

- motivated

- obsessive

- covetous

- (at times) kind

P E R S O N A L I T Y  O V E R V I E W

Sly, slippery, sociable. Observant, generally friendly, peppered with an incredibly strong vindictive streak. Slightly droll. Will seize on something with an almost rabid determination, often refuses to let go at her own detriment. Very numbers-based, structures her life around figures and deadlines and the dozens of notes and alarms set on her phone Simultaneously messy and organized. Motivated by the fear of failure and memories of poverty, being unable to take care of her mother.

M I S C.

Favorite desserts, an official ranking: Coconut macaroons, apple pie, eclairs

Fatal flaw: Thinks The Beatles are good

Redeeming quality: Really good at splitting the bill at restaurants

B I O

Dahlia’s life was defined by numbers. Even as a child, mundane figures seemed to stick easily to the inside of her skull. The meager budget her mother scribbled on a stray sticky-note, the GPA average needed for her dream university, the number of weeks it had been since she’d last visited her father’s small cemetery plot. Math came easily to her, and it was how she made sense of the world, categorized it. 

Born to an Ukrainian immigrant and a chronically ill father, money was often scarce for Dahlia. It was no means a perfect childhood, but the lack of resources stoked her desire to use her gifts to an advantage. Her father’s passing was simply the tipping point. Dahlia buried herself in Navier and Stokes, textbooks and espresso and the tired hum of her laptop. It was all part of The Plan.

The Plan: she was going to attend an exceptional school. Major in finance. Have her pick at the choicest of corporations, rake in the money that her mother and father could have only ever dreamed off. Dahlia would pluck herself and her mother out of poverty, and that would be that. 

 ( Life is rarely that simple )

She’d earned her coveted college admission at UPENN, but trouble came calling, as it often did. The collapsed economy threw many into difficult situations, and her mother’s family was no exception. In addition to immersing themselves into shadier business practices, they began to pressure Dahlia’s mother for money. Their demands grew in intensity. Wanting to spare her mother the stress of ‘familial obligation’, Dahlia began participating in illegitimate businesses to bring in income. Washing money, mostly, but her cousins had her performing a variety of tasks (washing, card counting, etc)

Was able to move her and mother out of Texas to distance themselves from her family, but Dahlia still needed a steady income. St. Landry was entrenched with crime. Why not use her degree and recent experience to her advantage? Working for the Matthiu family seemed like a logical decision.

If nothing else, Dahlia finds the job stimulating. She appreciates the necessity of remaining alert, on her toes, but this was hardly the career she’d expected out of college. Still- she’s ambitious with a severe allergy to failure. As such, the Matthiu family currently has her full attention and time.

[tarynmatthieu]

[ PHOEBE TONKIN, 30, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen TARYN MATTHIEU down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re the SECOND IN COMMAND, for the MATTHIEU’s now. They’ve been so DISSOLUTE and PRETENTIOUS lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were EBULLIENT and RESILIENT. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to WHITE FLAG by BISHOP BRIGGS now, or if RED BOTTOM SHOES, BLACK AMEX CARD, VACATIONS IN FRANCE, DADDY’S MONEY will still announce ‘em.

IDENTITY

NAME: Taryn Blaise Matthieu AGE: 30 BIRTHDATE: 4/12/1990 GENDER ID: Cis Woman PRONOUNS: She/Hers LOCATION: St. Landry ORIGIN: St. Landry AFFILIATION: Matthieu

MEDICAL

HEIGHT: 5'8″ WEIGHT: 125lbs BLOOD TYPE: AB Positive ALLERGIES: Shellfish, peanuts CONDITIONS: Anxiety MEDICATIONS: Xanax

APPEARANCE  

FACE CLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin BUILD: Slim HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel TATTOOS: three tiny doves on her left side near her upper ribs NOTABLE SCARS: None DOMINANT HAND: Left

FAMILY

MOTHER: Fiona May Byrne Matthieu FATHER: Arthur Blaise Matthieu SIBLINGS: Celeste Ines Matthieu S/O: None CHILDREN: None  

CAREER

FAMILY AFFILIATION: Matthieu OCCUPATION: Second in Command SPECALITY: Bossing people around and making snide comments

LIFESTYLE

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual DYNAMIC: Switch DRUG USE:  Absolutely not SMOKING: No ALCOHOL: Yes; socially DIET: No processed foods CAR: Does not drive, has a driver PHOBIAS: FOMO, Spiders, Drowning HOBBIES: Horseback riding, tennis, croquet, clubbing, painting

PERSONALITY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil POSITIVE TRAITS: Dedicated, Elusive, Intuitive, Well Educated NEGATIVE TRAITS: Arrogant, Conceited, Conniving, Secretive SUN SIGN: Aries

BACKGROUND NOTES

The eldest daughter of Arthur and Fiona Matthieu she had known nothing but the luxury that comes with being born into a wealthy family since birth. Nannies, tutors, expensive vacations, clothes tailored to fit just right, a new outfit for every occasion, and never having to clean up after herself. St. Landry has always been her home and you can tell by the southern drawl her words are afflicted by.

If princesses are only in fairytales then this tale has been spun around Taryn her whole life. No one says no to her and spoiled is her new middle name. This privilege only further distances herself from the general population because with privilege comes that air of superiority because money means everything. Her last name means more and who would mess with one branded Matthieu? 

Never taught the value of hard work rather taught how money can buy you everything, and anything you want until that money runs out. She was twenty-five when her father demanded more than social outings and spending his hard earned cash and thrust her into the family business. The princess becomes the help but not for long, just enough to understand that every role is vital in the operation as a whole. 

When the world crashes down around them and now money becomes tight everyone slowly finds their own way of becoming useful to the cause. Taryn isn’t charming, she’s rude and quick to anger, but she can put a mask on when needed. Use her looks to help seal a deal, promise a generous payout to cops willing to put themselves on their payroll, she learned to smooth talk her way to the top. Of course daddy helped her with that too though.

Better options could have been lined up to serve the Matthieu family as second in command but no one would have dared oppose Taryn. She wanted to be feared and to boss people around as if they were mere chess pieces in the game they were all playing. Hard to argue when one of the daughters of the families namesake were insistent they could roll with the best of them. If determination and grit would get her there then what would keep her?

Taryn Matthieu knows she’s better than you and unless you are one of those dedicated to keeping their name at the top, she’d snubbing her nose at you. That is unless you have something she wants. There are always two sides of a coin, two faces to be shown and with her it’s all depending on what you have to offer to determine what face you get.

[hollyfisher]

hello everyone! my name is spike and this is my first bb holly! find out some more info about her under the cut! 

[ AISHWARYA RAI BACHCHAN, THIRTY-SEVEN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] Have you seen HOLLY FISHER down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the SECRETARY, for the KELLEY’s now. They’ve been so COLD & MATERIALISTIC lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were FLEXIBLE & INTELLIGENT. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to LEATHER JACKET BY JOYCE MANOR now, or if RED WINE & WRINKLED SHIRTS will still announce ‘em.

> holly grew up with her grandparents in a small town east of new orleans, out on the bayou and far from what most people would call “civilization” > it was a quiet life, one that had suited holly just fine for a long time > when she was in high school, she garnered a reputation for bad behavior, lying, stealing, running away, you name it, holly did it. > soon, she hated that side of herself  > she left for st. landry almost immediately after high school. armed with only her wits and charm, and spent a few years struggling to make ends meet, working whatever jobs came her way

> the kelleys noticed her when she was waitressing at a diner some of them liked to frequent. they were impressed by her quick thinking and her skill at the business side of the restaurant > she took this as another opportunity to reinvent herself. no longer was she the wide-eyed girl from the bayou, she was sharp and slick, always ready with a come back and meant to live a life of luxury > she started off just as a runner, but worked her way up the food chain quickly, getting to be the secretary of the organization almost 7 years ago now

> it was at this time that she was given private security. elliott. they fell in love quickly and got married even quicker. they’re still together and happy. 

> she’s reinvented herself so much, sometimes she forgets who she used to be. sometimes she forgets who she really is. 

[diavoloi]

ZANE HOLTZ, THIRTY ONE, MALE, HE/HIM Have you seen LENNOX HART down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the SPECIALIST/BOUNTY HUNTER, for the POWELLS now. They’ve been so FAITHLESS & IMPULSIVE lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were RELIABLE & STRONG WILLED. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to COME WITH ME NOW by THE KONGOS now, or if OLD ARMY FATIGUES AND DARK SUNGLASSES will still announce ‘em. @rennreblogs​

trigger warning - ptsd mention , mentions of drug use growing up the son of a homemaker and a military man, lennox was one of the lucky ones that never had to move from base to base growing up. instead his family planted themselves in st landry where his father would leave for months at a time to live elsewhere to assure his wife remained close to her family so that she could get all of the support she needed with her son . that was the early life, and while all through his formative years lennox believed to have been a decent enough kid it didn’t mean that he wasn’t fond of finding trouble, especially when it came to getting into fights at school, oftentimes in his younger brother’s stead. the suspensions, detentions and near expulsions however, didn’t prevent lennox from excelling in his classes, .  it was during the later years of high school, however, that the more intricate matters to his story were told when he and his high school sweetheart  found out that she was pregnant. it was then their lives had changed forever and with their combined efforts they raised the little girl, cecilia. it was right when they both turned eighteen when they got married, two years after ceclia was born and everything seemed to be perfect and while lennox never claimed to be the perfect husband, he thought himself to be a good father to their daughter, supportive as the girl grew up and provided the best he could , and eventually he chose to join the military as a way to help support his family when he turned eighteen when  lennox returned home from his first tour , however  , things had clearly shifted . the dynamic in his marriage turning cold and distant , his wife seemingly uninterested anymore and lennox found himself falling down a hole of depression alongside the slight case of ptsd that he suffered . as he’d begun to believe that his wife was having an affair with someone while he was away in the meanwhile , he needed to find something else to focus on --- deciding to take up a job as a registered bounty hunter , searching for criminals on the run something that he’d realized he had quite a knack for . lennox divorced his wife and fought like hell for custody of their daughter, something that he inevitably lost and while he was lucky she never had solid proof of his problems, it was merely because the courts deemed him ‘unfit’ because of his job and her lawyers being exceptional at their jobs. more often than not, most would think this to be where his life took a bad turn, but in reality it had been moving in that direction all along between his drug addiction, abrasive attitude and overall toxic self loathing . however , like many things in lennox’s life , things took a turn . he’d been approached by the powell family , having heard of his skillset in his work , his ability to find anyone , find anything anywhere in the world using not only his capabilities but his close ties to the military . they’d offered him a job , to work exclusively for them , find anything or anyone that they needed found , pull up information on anything that may be of value to them but when he refused , attempting desperately to regain the custody of his daughter , they placed a counter offer on the table . the powells would use their resources for lennox to get his daughter back , the full backing of the powell family , as long as he committed himself to their work . from that point on , he’d pledged his loyalty , his daughter back home with him and he continues to work for the powells , deciding it was worth the risk .  personality

while quick witted and extremely intelligent, lennox is an abrasive, distant person who has little faith left in humanity.  his drug addiction however, has given him a strict routine oriented regime making him seem almost ocd in certain aspects where he likes to have things a certain way. however , beneath all that crude intent , lennox has a warm heart often guarded as a means to protect those around him .

[seonces]

     ( park jimin , 25 , cis man , he/him ) have you seen habaek seo down in st. landry again? i heard they’re one of the assassins for the matthieus now. they’ve been so vengeful and prying lately, it’s no wonder. i’ll sure miss when they were compassionate and sincere. i wonder if they’re going to stop listening to too darn hot by ella fitzgerald now, or if empty pockets and popped bubblegum will still announce ‘em.

ooc. hello! i’m deni ( she/them, gmt+9 ) my favorite things to do are cuddling my girlfriend and playing uno. below are some rough sketches of my first character, baek, that i’ll likely be editing constantly. please let me know if you have any questions <3 rosalind’s will be up soon, as well as a wanted connections page. looking forward to writing with you all! 

preferred name  /  nickname. baek

sun sign. leo  ( exact date of birth tba )

sexual attraction. "gay”  ( pansexual )      

romantic attraction. "gay”  ( panromantic )

primary occupation. fashion designer, dressmaker

secondary occupation. assassin for the matthieus

strengths. loyalty, security, cognizance  

weaknesses. greed, indulgence, fickleness  

concept. baek is flashy hair and eyes watching you from the center of the room. babbling about his problems to a bound n’ gagged man because dead men tell no tales while insisting everything’s fine to your face. a fluid walk around the room, all quiet confidence and coy arrogance. pricked fingers. a grit smile and murder in the eyes when he’s criticized. the desire of caviar and fine whiskey, but a weakness for boxed wine and sloppy burgers. running on caffeine and catnaps. a smoke break just to breathe. sharp eyes and a sharper smile. a stare that hits harder than blacklights. 

a summary. son of the disgraced and hunted  —  some low-level soldier with more courage than brains and a gambling problem that sent him to an early grave. could’ve taken baek with him, if not for the sympathetic eyes of sapphos reborn and her eager-to-please wife. given mothers any kid would dream of, baek unlearned years of a strict, overbearing childhood with adoration, tender comfort, and a whole lot of spoilage. 

baek traded plastic spoons for silver and didn’t look back  —  until that past came to haunt him. his birth father never paid off his gambling debts, and once baek turned twenty-one, he was held liable for paying back the family every cent. baek joined ranks as a soldier, but worked his way to a higher-paying ( and less degrading [in his opinion] ) position. earning a few debts of his own along the way, baek’s stayed with the matthieus longer than anticipated, but it’s not as if a better opportunity has come along. yet . . .  

quick facts. 

skilled dancer. better at hapkido, though.

treats assassinations like an office job. he isn’t called to task much because of his grin and bear it sort of mentality, but he’s thorough and clean and efficient enough to make people happy

loves the ~seduction~ aspect of getting to know his targets and develops elaborate backstories of his ~characters~ before the ol’ wham-bam

terrible at video games but somehow key smashes his way to victory

very close with his moms. one mother was a jazz darling and business mogul, while the other is a retired weapons specialist for the matthieus.  ( they’re an adorable arranged marriage turned true love story )  they’ve moved from new orleans to travel internationally

 trying to be ~independent. but, he has a hopeless problem with money and budgeting. #struggling to keep the business afloat 

a leo man. enough said. 

BROKE because he’s trying to live his dream

designs: unisex and agender flapper-insp’d. beaded blouses, silky jackets, plays with silhouettes and shapes. runs of out a warehouse his mothers pay for. hand sews everything. dropped out of design school, but had a successful show last season so crossing fingers he keeps it going   (  O..O  )

potential connections. 

exploiting his debt situation  ( birth father’s or his own ),  “family” from the matthieus who are familiar with his mothers, potentially helped half-raise / half-train him, assassinated his father years ago

big sibling figures. aunt / uncle vibes. the “cool cousin.” 

enemies of his mothers  ( weapons specialist and daughter of a political scion ), relatives of a few assassinations baek took part of

fellow mob brats who grew up in the lifestyle and definitely had A Time in all that money and revelry. sort of have a love/hate relationship with each other as that up-and-coming generation of future leaders 

an old fling or two, a current interest. teenage sweethearts. first love that failed but isn’t forgotten. 

best frienddddddd they may even live together in a swanky apartment. someone who’s trying to teach him how to budget ( and failing ). his peace of mind. someone he’s close to but will feel betrayed when he realizes they’re a part of an enemy group  :/  jumpstart those trust issues 

[willfullys]

[ JESSE LEE SOFFER, 36, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] Have you seen JAMIE BRANSON down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the SOLDIERS, for the KELLEY’S now. They’ve been so HOTHEADED and PESSIMISTIC lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were INTUITIVE and PROTECTIVE. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to ONCE IN A LIFETIME by TALKING HEADS now, or if A BROKEN PAST FILLED WITH GUILT and CASUAL ACTS OF AFFECTION will still announce ‘em.

Stats:

Full Name: Jamie Gregory Branson Age: 36 Birthday: Dec. 17th Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland  Religion: Catholic   Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars: koi fish (one black, one white) on his left side, medium-sized scar on his left calf, birthmark on his right upper thigh, swallow tattoo on his right back shoulder  Drug Use: No Alcohol Use: Yes Positive Traits: Intuitive, Protective, Quick-Thinking, Focused Negative Traits: Hotheaded, Pessimistic, Self-Sacrificing, One-Minded

Bio/Background:

Born to a working class family in Baltimore, Jamie grew up with respect for the law and understanding of a clear idea of right and wrong. He believed the world was mostly in black and white. His dad was a detective for the local precinct and his mother was a teacher. He thought things were simple, and aspired to become a detective like his father.

Jamie’s childhood was relatively happy, with his mom and dad being just as in love with one another as they were when they got married. 

His world shifted forever when his parents vanished after a car-jacking gone wrong when he was 15. Though Jamie always suspected there was more to his parents’ disappearance than he was told, he basically was instructed to keep his mouth shut and stop asking questions. 

After that, he learned to survive on his own. Left in foster care, he had to learn how to fend for himself and stay alive. Finding ways of navigating alcoholic foster parents who didn’t hesitate to take their anger out on him. Eventually, he learned to fight back. By the time he left foster care at 18, no one in the group homes even considered messing with him. 

At 18, he decided to join the army, with little other options left and no money to attend school. Through his enlistment, he had to do a lot of things he isn’t proud of. Things that haunt him to this day. As a sniper, he went in and performed missions that most people would deem him a bad person. To his credit, he was a good soldier. But he’s also the first to admit he’s a pretty bad human being despite that. 

His career in the military weighed heavily on him, and he was listless in the year following his honorable discharge. Somehow, while traveling around the country, he stumbled across St. Landry. He quickly fell in with the Kelley’s, and decided that the world couldn’t be in black and white anymore. Not when he was willing to do whatever was asked of him.

He’s been working with the family for over seven years now, and while he worries about going to hell and his work’s impact on his conscience and soul, he knows there’s no way he’s walking away now. Not when he thinks he needs to be a part of the Kelley’s, when he’s as loyal to them as if they were his actual family. 

Extras:

He’s v v protective like grrrrr momma bear okay but only for those he deems necessary to protect, which includes a specific group of people.

If you dare mess with anyone he needs to protect, then you best start running because he will hunt you down and make you pay for hurting those he cares about. 

Despite his best efforts, his temper certainly gets the best of him at times. He wants to reign it in more, and knows it can easily get him in trouble, but most of the time he isn’t able to stop it from taking control.

Believes in God and was raised Catholic, but doesn’t ascribe to all of the practices of the religion. He believes in equality for all people, regardless of who they love or identify as, and believes that being a ‘good Catholic’ includes honoring these things. 

Jamie has a passion for music, and it’s one of the only things he can use to lose himself in the moment. The only thing that helps him relax and forget about the demons that always loom overhead. 

Makes cheesy jokes and is quite cheeky and witty when he wants to be—someone stop him his sass is too much at times. 

Doesn’t like rules since he was 15 and is intent on breaking as many as he needs to in order to get the job done—or even just to have a good time. 

Disaster boi

Wanted Connections:

Exe(s): Jamie’s a disaster and frankly, it wouldn’t be a surprise for him to have a bitter ex or two out there. Maybe someone he tried to get close to, but pushed him away. Or vice versa. 

A close friend: Someone he can rely on and talk to about the stresses of his life. He’s got a lot of demons to confront, but this person might be able to help him do that. 

Connection to the military: Someone who either also has ties to the military or somehow knows someone Jamie served with. 

Musical connection: A person he connected with over music. Someone he can share this passion with and discuss it. Maybe they get together for a show every now and then, or maybe they just trade recommendations. 

Hook-up: A casual relationship that doesn’t have too much emotional weight, at least, not yet. For now, it’s all about a moment of escape. 

Drinking buddies: He doesn’t do drugs, but he does drink (maybe more than he should) and definitely enjoys a good time and letting loose.

[crimemindcd]

[ FRANCOIS ARNAUD, 36, CIS MAN, HE/HIM ] Have you seen GABRIEL SILVARA down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re the ADVISOR, for the WILLIAMS now. They’ve been so VIOLENT AND SELF INDULGENT lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were CLEVER AND LEVEL HEADED. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to BURY ME FACE DOWN by GRANDSON now, or if THE FLASH OF A ROLEX, TATTOOS PEEKING OUT OF CLOTHING, AND THE COCKING OF A GUN will still announce ‘em

tw: child abuse, violence, murder

raised the only son of Francis Silvara, a low level errand boy for the Williams (so he’s always been at least crime family adjacent)

Gabe and his mother were both terrorized by his father’s wrath as Gabriel was growing up

grew up with very little money and most of it was spent on his father’s drinking

put his head down, studied hard, and put himself through college on scholarships

came back to St. Landry when his mother got sick in his twenties

got involved with the Williams family to help pay for his mother’s medical bills and saw it as a way to get back at his father, quickly rising above him in the ranks due to his clever mind and ruthlessness

bought his mother a home while leaving his father in his childhood home til his death

very even tempered but once you do set him off, he has a taste for violence and doesn’t forgive easily

killed his father

denies all knowledge or involvement in his father’s death, especially to his mother

likes to flaunt his wealth

doesn’t forget, doesn’t forgive

can probably drink you under the table

likes to gamble

potential connections:

business partner

a confidant

the person who helped him get rid of his father’s body

a casual fling who thinks things are getting serious between them

a fwb

[sacrvligious]

[ CHARLIE HUNNAM, FORTY, CIS MALE, HE / HIM ] Have you seen CONNOR REED down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the HEAD ASSASSIN, for the POWELLS now. They’ve been so WITHDRAWN & DESTRUCTIVE lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were DUTIFUL & LOYAL. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to BLASPHEMY by BMTH now, or if CALLOUSED HANDS AND BRUISED KNUCKLES, JAW CONSTANTLY CLENCHED, OBSERVING FROM THE CORNER OF THE ROOM WHILE SMOKING will still announce ‘em. 

basics

full name:  connor david reed

nickname(s):  con

age:  forty

date of birth:  august seventh

place of birth:  california 

gender:  cis male

sexual orientation:  heterosexual

romantic orientation:  heterosexual

religion:  agnostic

occupation:  head assassin ( powells )

language(s) spoken:  english

physical

face claim:  charlie hunnam

hair color:  blonde

eye color:  blue 

height:  6’

weight: 179lbs

build:  fit, muscular.

tattoos:  both half sleeves, reaper/skull aesthetic, his sons names on right forearm, calla over his chest (heart, how sappy)

piercings:  none.

distinguishing characteristics:  usually scowling. 

personality

positive traits:  dutiful, headstrong, productive, adaptable, brave.

negative traits:  volatile, irascible, stubborn, abrasive, grim.

fears:  losing his family.

hobbies:  ...fighting? killing.

quirks:  jaw clenching, balling fists, averting gaze.

family

father:  william (bill) thomas, incarcerated 

mother:  elizabeth reed-thomas, deceased

sibling(s):  n / a

significant other: calanthe (calla) scott-reed

children: cohen & christian reed

TRIGGER WARNINGS,  mentions  of  alcoholism, death ( by car crash ), abuse.

The world never stood a chance from even the root of his childhood. The violence that rocked the home he grew up, and oh how quick he was forced to do so, was enough to shake even the strongest of men and women, let alone a small child who knew no better. Or different. While violence and abuse seemed to be the constant tune to which his days and nights were spent, alcohol appeared to be its lullaby. A finger never laid upon his son, but that did not make bill thomas any less of a monster, and he made his son the audience for all the abuse his mother suffered.

years passed and time only thickened the inherited temper in con’s chest. It would only continue to grow, knowing no bounds, along with the hate he stored for his father. he fought him, for her, protected her. His urgency to protect was the only thing that out weighed his rage. Con was never one to feel things lightly. His emotions consume him, and his passion is violent and dangerous. when he lost his mother at the young age of nineteen, things took a darker twist. 

His father had been behind the wheel, alcohol tainting his blood, and his mother in the seat beside him. Bill could have been miles away from that vehicle, and he would have shouldered his son’s blame for his wife’s death regardless, being the real reason for her passing . . . it carved a dark hole into his son, one he already was chipping away at. 

Bill went to prison for manslaughter, and con found a new family; a local mc gang. There were outlets for his anger in the jobs they had him run, and when he couldn’t get it out with his fists, he found solace on his bike. Things, though dark and still partially hollow, were smoothing out. Then he met her.

In the beginning, she was a friday night or a late hour text, but then she became sunday mornings. All the while, she was everything eh wanted but couldn’t have, and yet . . . he continued to have her. Calla was not only a part of the gang rivaling his own, but eventually at the second in command’s side as his. That didn’t stop them, if anything, it just had them finding new places and ways to hide; the thrill of the ride. That was until two little pink lines altered their reality entirely. 

No second thought or hesitation was had in his proposal to her, both to leave town and for her hand on their way out. She claimed to know someone down in louisiana, and off their adventure began. Shortly after arriving to st landry, their son cohen was born and christian followed nearly a year later.  

Is there a man out for Con’s blood and head for stealing her? Probably, but they were nothing if not slick in their hiding habits. They had practice, after all. 

Con was quick to adopt his new profession, he had experience and his apathy while on the job made for a rather ruthless killer who got the job done. Also, his intense desire to keep those around him protected was a plus as well. He is emotionless in his work, he gets it down with little to no remorse and the blood on his hands is concerning but so long as he has Calla to wash it from his skin, he is content. 

Aside from his wife, sons and the family he works for, Con is rather distant and cold to everyone else. Even to his employers and coworkers sometimes, really the only people who can get him to really smile is his family. He hates that his temper is even worse than his father’s was, because he hated his father and becoming his was one of his worst fears. Now, he’s not Bill Thomas, he’s Con Reed and that’s so much worse.

He kills for a living, you don’t want to know what he would do for his family should the worst situation arise.

Only Calla calls him Connor. Pls don’t try, he might punch.

He barely, barely drinks. I wouldn’t say he is completely sober but he doesn’t get drunk, and if he is out drinking, he is a One Beer A Night kind of guy. However, he does smoke cigarettes.

[brvisedmorality]

[ ALPEREN DUYMAZ, 29, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] Have you seen LIAN ARSLAN down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the TRACKER/BOUNTY HUNTER, for the CIVILIANS now. They’ve been so JADED & SATIRICAL lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were DEXTEROUS & CLEVER. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to CRINGE by MATT MAESON now, or if A BROKEN COMPASS STILL CARRIED, THE SOUND OF THE EMPTY BOTTLE BREAKING AGAINST THE KITCHEN WALL & SARCASM USED AS A WARNING SIGN FOR GETTING TO CLOSE will still announce ‘em.

jackson powell knew what he was doing when he started the family business, that much was for sure. no one ever doubted that the powell cloth had been cut for this, some combination of success and spilled blood. the family traded hands seamlessly, until the last successor couldn’t manage to produce a proper heir. now, looking back on it, lian is the first one to point out just how medieval the whole thing is (with or without the darling added, depending on the day), and maybe that’s because his story starts a little bit too close to the families that he now avoids. 

adopting out seemed like taboo at the time, and maybe it was, but it was the only option left. now, that didn’t mean that they hadn’t tipped the scales in declan’s favor. his wife was forced to quite literally wear her shame for nine months, a dog and pony show all in the name of legitimacy. for all intents and purposes, he was one of them, but that couldn’t be further from the case. in fact, to make sure there was never any paperwork to support the claim that his father was not actually, well..his, the adoption itself wasn’t even legal. his mother had traded him for her freedom from shackles she’d created, but that story was only told to him through death bed confessional. 

regardless, lian was declan’s heir, his golden ticket to keep the position that he wanted, and keep the rest of them quiet. perhaps that was why he’d gotten so comfortable, allowed himself closer and closer to stepping out of the family’s shadows. after all, he couldn’t play his mafia ties so close to the vest when his name became bolded in print, splashed across the headlines for finding missing women and children. eventually, he became so big in the business of search and rescue, that people would pay any price to have the man on their side, and he’d allowed the family to take on whatever they wanted, until his son was ready, that was. 

now, this was thirty years ago. things were different, and thankfully, those years had covered the tracks he needed, along with a few shallow graves and half truths, but we hadn’t quite gotten to that part of the story. no, instead lian was taught to be better than his father, spoon fed tough love time and time again, because survival was a better teacher than love was. now, he scoffed whenever he thought about it, but that didn’t stop the nights he remembered being dropped off in the middle of the desert like a fugitive. he was twelve, the first time dear old dad left him in the wilderness for two weeks, a survival kit and a “good luck” before he’d disappeared into the darkness. 

now, thankfully enough for the both of them, he’d found his way out. he always did. eventually, the training would pay off, and he would, in fact, build someone, and something better than himself. a legacy that he could be proud of, with blood that was considered “good enough” to be called his own. that, that was the precise time that lian decided to take this act on the road, leaving his father empty handed. he only stayed to watch someone else take the powell throne, spite radiating down to his very bones. 

his father died shortly after that, and his mother suffered from dementia that kept her from outing his secret, a secret, that eventually would die with her too. now, he was sure he’d left all the hints and hollows to his truth, to his adoption, burned and buried in his backyard. that left him free, capable, and well, unattached. he’d liked it that way, even when he became a reflection of that so called father, because there was no high like finding someone, like saving someone, and he - unlike his father - had been fairly pure. pro bono, sliding scale, whatever needed to be done, until he experienced the last straw - you know, the one that talks about breaking the camel’s back with pride. 

this was about the time that everything changed, in an instant. a single death, a little girl that was just shy of her eighth birthday. her name was jessica knowles. he remembered it, still, to this day. it was etched into his memories, because he couldn’t save her. it wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time he’d been hindered by technicalities, by bureaucracy. he stopped giving his loyalty so easily after that, and instead moved home, to offer it to the highest bidder, and only ever temporarily. he found things, people, places, items...it didn’t matter. whatever they needed, tracked and traced, provided answers no one else could, and he didn’t care about who was asking. 

[secretsaved]

[ MADISON DAVENPORT, 25, CISWOMAN, SHE/HER ] Have you seen JORDAN WAKE down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re an ESCORT AT VELVET, for the CIVILIANS now. They’ve been so JEALOUS and INSECURE  lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were LOYAL and COMPASSIONATE. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to SATURDAY SUNDAY by KAT DAHLIA now, or if CHIPPED RED NAIL POLISH, A SILVER CROSS GLINTING IN THE LOW LIGHT OF THE CLUB, AND SAD EYES WITH A WIDE SMILE will still announce ‘em.

tw: sexual abuse, child abuse, abuse by a family member, suicide attempt, religion, drug mention

raised as a devout catholic by her parents

wore the facade of dutiful daughter up until her teenage years, never causing a fuss

behind the scenes was suffering horrific sexual abuse at the hands of her uncle

prayed to god for it to end and when that didn’t work, finally told her parents only to be accused of spreading vicious lies

unsuccessfully tried to end her life with sleeping pills in the bath at the age of 15

snapped at age 16 and ran away

ran her uncle over while stealing his car in her escape attempt (and has still never checked in to see if he survived or not)

hitchiked around the country, working odd, under the table jobs whenever she can to save up money.

settled in st. landry when she was 19

began escorting to make a living, believing that her body was one of the few things she had that she knew people wanted

has a very skewed self esteem

struggles with hypersexuality as a result of her abuse and viewing her own worth through sex

was in the news as a missing persons briefly

revels in being brash and loud since she was raised to be so demure

is almost never found without the silver cross necklace her mother gifted her when she was young. it’s her only remaining piece of home.

was briefly in a small drug ring

self medicates with sex, alcohol, and the occasional drug

makes a surprisingly good confidant unless it can be used as leverage

potential connections:

a regular at velvet

ex who wanted to get them out of the life

fwb that sometimes gets more possessive than they should

best friend/coworker

someone she feeds information to about  high profile customers

[arjunsaxena]

shady’s back, tell a friend

[ DEV PATEL, THIRTY, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] Have you seen ARJUN SAXENA down in St. Landry again? I heard they’re one of the MONEY LAUNDERER / OWNER OF THE COIN WASH, for the UNAFFILIATED now. They’ve been so NIHILISTIC & FAKE lately, it’s no wonder. I’ll sure miss when they were INTELLIGENT & CHARISMATIC. I wonder if they’re going to stop listening to DO YOU NEED ME BY LEWIS DEL MAR now, or if INK-STAINED FINGERS, CIGARETTE SMOKE, WINDY MORNINGS & LATE NIGHTS will still announce ‘em. 

> arjun grew up in st landry. before him, his father owned the coin wash.  > he grew up with very little money and very little status, but his father always was adamant that they never get involved with any of the shady doings around town. he was moralistic like that.  > after he died, arjun inherited the coin wash. he was not so moralistic about it. 

> he had gone to college for accounting what a nerd > that accounting degree came in useful, however, as he started laundering money for various crime families around town > he owns the coin wash still, which is still the best laundromat in town, but uses it as a cover to make sure that th emoney laundered has a legitimate source

> basically, arjun is a huge nerd > he likes math and numbers and sci fi and lord of the rings > he’s just a sweet boy who got tired of watching other people living large while he and his family were barely scraping by > a Sweetheart^TM quite honestly