#the fifth person is any applicable pets or drinks

[shinygemstone]

Reblog if you think that those cars with two seats up front and a row in the back with a very thin middle seat/sometimes a cupholder are only meant to seat four people

[tokensbossh]

Beware of traps set up to lure men on Tinder

They are setting a trap for those who are looking for girls on Tinder! They both defraud and try to disgrace men with the trap they set on Tinder. Tinder, one of the first brands that comes to mind when it comes to dating app, has now become a frequent destination for scammers. Here are all the details on the subject. They are setting a trap for those who are looking for girls on Tinder! It turned out that the Tinder-style dating apps used by millions of people in Turkey are actually not very reliable. According to a study, these practices pose a serious danger. So much so that a beautiful girl can even kill you with your kidneys. Millions of people use online dating apps or social networking sites to find a partner. However, during this time, many people may encounter scammers trying to scam them for money instead of finding the love they are looking for. Scammers are attracted to dating services because people on these platforms know they are looking for a personal connection and want to take advantage of it.

They are setting a trap for those who are looking for girls on Tinder!

Of all the different issues encountered with dating apps, users faced spoofing (51%), malicious links or attachments (21%), and identity theft (17%) the most. Users in Turkey, on the other hand, state that they come across people pretending to be someone else with the highest rate of 53%. Of those who managed to evade the attack in such applications, 50% were able to detect the scammer with a suspicious profile that looked fake. Those who were hacked were extremely careful during this time, with 49% never sending money to potential flirts, and 47% paying attention to suspicious messages. Almost one-fifth (21%) of those surveyed found it suspicious when the scammer refused to make a video call. The lack of privacy is also a serious problem for dating apps. 26% of respondents are concerned that their personal data will be circulated online. Also, 19% of users deleted dating services because they wanted to make their personal information more private.

Issue with 'basic' Tinder stunt

In the event that you trust the exploration, there's evidently an exceptionally basic stunt to get all the more right-swipes on dating applications — all you really want is a dog and a camera. However, in my experience, a doggy isn't generally a definitive thirst-trap — it can in some cases be an enormous deterrent to your adoration life. As indicated by a new overview by Tinder, 59% of Aussies own up to dating somebody since they have a canine. That's right, and 45 percent of swipers are bound to swipe right on somebody's image assuming that they have a canine on their virtual entertainment and dating application profiles. Umm … question … . has cushion supplanted muscle as the new thirst trap?! Wow we're not difficult to please! So I was right there, restlessly checking pound sites searching for a dog that would make up for the shortfall of turning 30 all on my desolate. I ran over the littlest, floofiest cushion ball I've at any point seen, and thought, "Right, he'll get the job done!" I hustled to the pound and when I took the minuscule Pomchi (Pomeranian/chihuahua) into my hands I realized I was unable to give him back. I then, at that point, hustled to the pet store and purchased every one of the doohickeys and devices you can get for a canine and gone through the following 24 hours fixating on him. It was only after about seven days after the fact that I had a genuine "Gracious god, what have I done" second. Having a canine as a singleton is a LOT of liability. No longer could I choof off for an end of the week with the young ladies without sorting out somebody to care for him. I couldn't just go from work to drinks without dashing home to take care of him, and the woofing. Goodness dear god the yelping. In every one of the second thoughts I've had over a long period, one that stacks up beautiful high isn't doing all necessary investigation prior to buying a doggy. It just so happens, BOTH Pomeranians and Chihuahua's are the yappiest canines ever and they're furiously defensive. It's currently been a long time since I originally bought Ziggy, and keeping in mind that I am frantically enamored with him and would never under any circumstance surrender him. I need to concede that he has been the greatest … how would I say this … well … "c**k blocker" for my affection life. Regardless of all the preparation, YouTube instructional exercises and harsh words on the planet, he can't, and won't permit a man close to me in his presence. Would it be a good idea for me I take a chap back to my condo after a date, he will LITERALLY bark and snarl the house down. He's even been known to awaken around midnight, understand that a person is resting in his spot and whittle down his leg, or arm, or whatever is inside nipping reach. It's gotten terrible to such an extent that now in the event that I realize I'm having a rudie, nudie sleep party, I'll transport Ziggy off to the ranch for the end of the week. Furthermore, you might recollect the time I took him to the hot vet's for an examination and it finished it a humiliating calamity that actually makes me truly flinch. So while I believe it's really charming that everybody needs to go on doggie dates nowadays, I will save mine until poor people guy is frantically enamored with me, and must choose the option to acknowledge my psycho dog before we go for a charming lap around the recreation area, marine close behind. Goodness, and for those of you dropping by the pound in the wake of understanding this, you might need to get yourselves a Golden Retriever, Husky or Labrador for that charming selfie you're going to take, as per the Tinder overview, they are the best fuzzy four-legged companion for an expected match to have close by. Goodness no doubt, and keeping in mind that you're busy, perhaps give it a pleasant cherishing home to reside in. Consider the great karma and shaggy cuddles! Hello, it's not all awful.

Man said handicapped spouse couldn't give him sex

Sarah Beaudet utilizes Tinder to trap faithless men. Utilizing the misleading name Vanessa Riley, 23-year-old Sarah from Canada who fills in as an OnlyFans model has up until this point ruined the disguise of five randy men. She targets men whose Tinder profile are "detestable" and make her think the man is hoping to undermine his accomplice. "I've been known as a charlatan on the grounds that apparently a portion of my endorsers are hitched or connected and I visit with them the entire day," Sarah says. "As I would see it, there's a contrast between participating in a dream online with somebody who won't ever go too far into an actual relationship, and effectively searching out that actual relationship while misdirecting your accomplice." At the point when she has verification a man is ready to have intercourse with her, she contacts his accomplice to tell her. "Frequently they're stunned and appreciative. Now and again they've been angry at me, yet I know that is simply lost outrage," she said. One man especially horrified Sarah. His Tinder profile expressed that he was hitched however his better half was crippled and he "wasn't getting what I want" so was searching for a "lady to mess around with". Sarah reached his significant other and told her, and afterward offered her tips on how best to deal with the circumstance. She doesn't have any idea what occurs after she uncovered the men and never posts any photos. "I will more often than not let them be later - they have the right to secretly manage their conjugal issues. That is the reason I likewise don't post photographs of the demonstrated miscreants or their spouses," she said. Read the full article

[nlovendwar]

( dacre montgomery, 32, male, he/him ) speaking of the bardet crime family, there goes antonello lucchese. i’ve heard that the heterosexual scorpio works underground as an advisor, but that’s all stuff of rumors. however, the fact that they’re notoriously diligent and imaginative as well as impulsive and perverted doesn’t bode well for their rep. sharpened cutlery sliding between perfectly white teeth, the stench of pomade and tom ford, billowing smoke from a peach flavored cigar. ( bobby, 23, cst, they/them )

**tw: **implied attempted murder, child abuse, abandonment; mental illness & torture mention

First name: Antonello

Middle name(s): Giuseppe 

Surname: Lucchese

Age: Thirty-two

Date of birth: November 19th

Sexuality: Straight (?)

Relationship status: Divorced

Nationality: Italian American

| TRAITS OF VOICE |

Languages known: English, Italian, French, German

Style of speaking: Politically Incorrect

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

Height: 5'11

Weight: 191 lbs

Eye color: Light blue

Hair color: Dark brown

Hairstyle: Typically short, feathered/layered

Distinguishing features: Physique/smile

Build of body: Muscular/stout

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Earlobe

Typical clothing: Business casual, button-downs/linen pants and vintage suits

Is seen by others as: Loud, intimidating, confrontational

| PERSONALITY |

Aesthetic: “ Did you guys come by? “

Likes: Winning, music, Friedrich Nietzsche, indulgence, working out, and reading

Dislikes: Birds, uncertainty, anything grape flavored, waiting, swimming in open water/the ocean

Education: High school degree

Fears: Heights, dying alone

Personal goals: To accept/love himself, to bring honor back to his family name

General attitude: Quiet, reserved, snarky

Religious values: Raised Roman Catholic but considers himself agnostic and a vitalist

General intelligence: Somewhat above average

General sociability: Average to below average

| HEALTH |

Illnesses (if any): Traumatized, most likely very depressed, bat shit crazy and probably a bit of a sociopath, but refuses to see a Dr./Therapist

Allergies (if any): Cats, amoxicillin/penicillin

Sleeping habits: Sleeps 3-4 hours normally, gets up early and stays up late, is sometimes up for days

Energy level: Moderate, to low

Eating habits: Eats more than three times a day, mostly pasta, bread, and sweets

Memory: Fair and remembers faces well but tends to repress quite a bit from his life/childhood, under certain circumstances it is poor

Any unhealthy habits: Overspending, binge eating, smoking, not getting enough rest, binge drinking, uses recreational drugs daily

| HISTORY |

Birth country: United States

Hometown: Crown Heights, Brooklyn

History of family: He doesn’t remember much from his childhood other than he never really had a mother and father, but figures he might have gotten luckier not having them around. Apparently, his mother worked numerous jobs to keep a roof over their heads for years, dealing with the constant absence of his father until it became too much to deal with. Then, at just the fragile age of three and four years old, Amy and Antonello Lucchese were carted off to Crown Heights, New York to permanently stay with a mixed family of uncles, cousins, and loving grandparents. Almost all the surviving members of the Lucchese crime family in a three-bedroom apartment. 

Most of their wives had passed away or left them by the time they'd arrived, so it was a lot like growing up in a dingy old bar but, both children grew up and learned quickly, from their mistakes. Learned to use them to their advantage, but every once in a while there would be unnecessary punishments, overdramatic arguments, dinners missed and uneasy, awkward mornings, but. It was more than what anyone else could have given them, so they were grateful nonetheless.

Everything changed drastically for Antonello when he entered the fifth grade. Things became easier to deal with at home, but not exactly in the way anyone had expected. Especially not his grandmother. He’d always clung to her for guidance, support, and love but the moment the family exposed the young heart to their lifestyle, he broke away and heedlessly dove in. 

But as the years passed, most relatives and himself included, were absolutely convinced that he was made for it, and it was made for him. It was in his blood after all, but a large number of them also knew it marked the end of his innocence, and the beginning of ruthless trek towards a twisted, egotistical version of manhood and success.

In the span of six years, he’d become the youngest in the family to rise through the ranks in a proud, composed fashion and landed a spot right beneath his grandfather. He was creative, intelligent and respectful in a way that the elders of the Italian mob began to appreciate more than the efforts of his own immediate family, so soon after Anton realized the long list of dead or incarcerated relatives were mostly rats, scumbags, and hypocrites, coincidentally, he was asked to leave.

Then while out at the local bowling alley, his cousins spotted one of his better friends groping his girlfriend. He didn’t even make it twenty-four hours after his grandmother had broken the news of the heartless eviction, and the younger boy spent almost two weeks in the hospital. Luckily, her grandson wasn’t around long enough to suffer any harsh consequences, or god forbid a life sentence. But one punishment that should have been totally unrelated, would slowly begin to ruin his life.

Out of pure fear of her older brother and grandparents, Amy decided to finish her high school career at home and cut all ties with him. Shortly after the devastating blow, a family friend was contacted and found a job and apartment available in Amiens, Louisiana.

Present: Antonello has worked for the Bardet family for fifteen years and was promoted to an advisory position in 2015. He’s recently divorced, lives alone and prefers a conventional lifestyle even though he loves what he does. 

| RELATIONSHIPS |

Parents: Bill & Teresa Lucchese

Siblings: Amy Lucchese

Enemies: Tbd

Children: None (that he knows of)

Friends: Moved around too much as a child to have a stable set of friends, tbd

Best friend(s): Tbd

Important friends/relatives: Tbd

Love interest (if there is one): Tbd

| COMBAT |

Peaceful or violent: Unpredictable

Weapon (if applicable): Gun, golf club, curling iron, hands

| OTHERS |

Occupation: Advisor

Favorite types of food: Anything you put in front of him

Favorite types of drink: Water, wine and Ski soda

Hobbies/past times: Running, swimming, cooking, fencing, journaling, marksmanship, knife throwing, reading, avid glass collector and tobacco aficionado

Guilty pleasures: An old soul, loves red wine, Telenovelas, listening to Nina Simone, drag queens, and torture

Quirks: Has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits, likes to go on midnight shopping trips, gets too emotionally attached to people that shouldn’t matter, always carries a tiny notebook with him, has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep, bruises super easily, writes and eats with his left hand but is right hand dominant, likes to memorize numbers instead of saving contacts in his phone, gets homesick very easily, brushes his teeth five times a day, likes to stay off social media, makes lists of random things, gets his heart broken too often, only writes in cursive, holds grudges like no other, and has the attitude and approach of a working-class sixty-year-old man that’s slowly losing his shit

Pet peeves: Being ignored, interrupted, knuckle cracking, people eating with their mouths open

Pets: A rottweiler named Jinn 

Talents: Can play piano, coronet, drums, braid hair and relocate an entire family in less than 48 hours

Favorite colors: Black, earth and neutral tones

Favorite types of music: Classical/jazz/r&b

Strengths: Efficient, observant, protective, loyal, brave, affectionate, poised, fair, chivalrous, playful, honest

Weaknesses: Intolerant, negative, stubborn, short-tempered, impatient, arrogant, dominant, cold, hopeless romantic, aggressive, blunt, reclusive, paranoid

| WCS |

I’m up for anything, from vengeful family members ( either directed at the Bardet family or his, it doesn't matter. ) to crazy ex-girlfriends, a tiny group of faithful, likeminded friends, and whatever else.

[chinarsi]

( DACRE MONTGOMERY + HE/HIM ) —  Hey, were you just talking to ANTONELLO LUCCHESE ? The THIRTY year old is a STRIP CLUB OWNER/UNDERBOSS who resides in MANHATTAN. HE has been living in NYC for TWENTY-SIX YEARS, and is known to be EFFICIENT and AFFECTIONATE, but can also be IMPULSIVE and PERVERTED. Word on the street is they’ve got some heavy ties with THE GUERRAS so I’d steer clear if you know what’s good for you.

**TW: **implied attempted murder, child abuse, abandonment; mental illness mention

First name: Antonello

Middle name(s): Giuseppe / “Pinky”

Surname: Lucchese

Age: 30

Date of birth: November 19, 1990

Religious values: Raised Roman Catholic but considers himself agnostic and a vitalist

Location: Spanish Harlem, Manhattan, New York

Occupation and length of time: Underboss/Strip club owner, 15 years

Affiliation: Guerra

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship status: Divorced

Nationality: Considers himself Italian American ( fathers’ side is from Palermo, Sicily, mothers’ side is from Eastern Germany )

Languages known: English, Italian, German, Russian

Style of speaking: Politically incorrect

Birth Country: United States

Hometown: Crown Heights, Brooklyn

Parents: Bill and Teresa Lucchese

Siblings: Amy Lucchese

Pets: Amethystine python, Jinn, and an albino boa constrictor, Rasputin

Height: 5'11

Weight: 183 lbs

Eye color: Light blue

Hair color: Dark brown

Build of body: Stocky, muscular, aka a brickshit house

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Earlobe

Typical clothing: Business casual to very casual, button-downs/linen pants and vintage suits (*Three Looks by Jenna Marbles plays quietly in the background*)

Personality: “ Did you guys come by ? “ ( Ends at 8:32 ; it’s worth the watch, I swear lmao )

“ Como se dice ? How you say what happing ? whA HAPPING HEA. ” ( Starts at 2:52, ends at 11:36 )

Likes: Winning, music, Friedrich Nietzsche, indulgence, working out, and reading

Dislikes: Birds, uncertainty, technology, anything grape flavored, waiting, swimming in open water/the ocean, drama, younger generations

Pet peeves: Being ignored or interrupted, knuckle cracking, people eating with their mouths open

Hobbies/past times: Running, swimming, cooking, fencing, journaling, marksmanship, knife throwing, reading, avid glass collector and tobacco aficionado

Guilty pleasures: An old soul; loves red wine, Telenovelas, listening to either Nina Simone or Amy Winehouse, and pain

Talents: Can play piano, coronet, drums, braid hair and relocate an entire family in less than 48 hours

Education: Highschool dropout

Fears: Heights, dying alone, being asked to go to Italy

Goals: Settle the family dispute and to keep his ex-wife in the dark about what he does

General attitude: Quiet, reserved, snarky

General intelligence: Somewhat above average

General sociability: Average to below average

Illnesses (if any): Traumatized, most likely very depressed, bat shit crazy and probably a bit of a sociopath, but views seeing a Dr./Therapist is just as dangerous as becoming an informant.

Allergies (if any): Cats, amoxicillin/penicillin

Sleeping habits: Sleeps 3-4 hours normally, gets up early and stays up late, is sometimes up for days

Energy level: Depends on the day, could be moderate, low and very rarely high

Eating habits: Eats more than three times a day, mostly pasta, meat, bread, and sweets

Memory: Fair and remembers faces well but tends to repress quite a bit from his life/childhood, under certain circumstances it is poor

Any unhealthy habits: Overspending, binge eating, smoking, not getting enough rest, binge drinking, uses recreational drugs daily

Peaceful or violent: Unpredictable

Weapon (if applicable): Gun, golf club, curling iron, hands

Favorite types of food: Anything you put in front of him

Favorite types of drink: Water, wine and Ski soda

Favorite colors: Black, earth and neutral tones

Favorite types of music: 1. 2. 3.

Hobbies/past times: Running, swimming, cooking, fencing, journaling, marksmanship, knife throwing, reading, avid glass collector and tobacco aficionado

Guilty pleasures: An old soul; loves red wine, Telenovelas, listening to either Nina Simone or Amy Winehouse, and pain

Strengths: Efficient, passionate, observant, protective, loyal, brave, affectionate, poised, fair, chivalrous, playful, honest, romantic

Weaknesses: Intolerant, childish, negative, stubborn, short-tempered, impatient, perverted, aggressive, blunt, reclusive, paranoid, impulsive, secretive

Wcs: His ex wife, house mom/house dad/business partner, fwb, old friends, regular/associate turned bff, rival that manages to win & screw him over, fwbs that get involved/find out about his double life and are put in danger

Quirks/facts: 

* Nicknamed “pinky” by a small group of friends when his now ex-wife found out he spent his life savings on a strip club and attempted to sever his pinky finger with a pair of thinning shears, also due to the simple fact, he never leaves the house without his grandfather’s gold teamster pinky ring placed on that exact finger

* In most situations he’s the extremely respectful, strong and silent type

* Extremely quick to anger, doesn’t take much to aggravate and provoke him, but he can also be an unpredictably warm, affectionate, goofy individual

* Agnostic and believes you should indulge in all of your desires but always in gentle moderation

* Has a machivelian yet moral mindset

* His respect for women knows no bounds

* Has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits

* Brutally honest

* Likes to go on late night/early morning shopping trips

* Gets too emotionally attached to people that shouldn’t matter

* Always carries a tiny notebook with him

* No shame in his game but cautious, composed, and always aware of his surroundings

* Has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep

* Experienced alot but tends to keep to himself, there’s very few people that actually know him

* Bruises super easily

* Writes and eats with his left hand but is right hand dominant

* Likes to memorize numbers instead of saving contacts in his phone

* Gets homesick very easily

* Brushes his teeth up to five times a day

* Generous with his money, purely for selfish and superstitious reasons, but only for close friends and associates

* Likes to stay off social media

* Gets his heart broken too often

* Holds grudges like no other

* Will be loyal to the mob until he takes his last breath and would rather die than be forced to send anyone to prison

* Firmly believes in the healing power of sit-downs

* Would never take advantage of a drunk woman, but defintely would get drunk just to get taken advantage of

* Don’t fuck around though, has high libido and occasionally low stamina; a wrong look alone could get you pregnant

* Sanctioned hits directly from the boss have always made him uncomfortable and nervous, no matter who he’s working under

* Takes murder very seriously

Bio: Antonello Guiseppe Lucchese was born three months prematurely to Bill and Teressa on a chilly November night in Brooklyn, New York.

He doesn’t remember much from his childhood other than he never really had a mother and father, but figures he might have gotten luckier not having them around. Apparently, his mother worked numerous jobs to keep a roof over their heads for years, until dealing with the constant absence of his father became too much to bear. Then, at just the fragile age of three and four years old, both Amy and Antonello Lucchese were carted off to Crown Heights, New York to permanently stay with a mixed family of uncles, cousins, and loving grandparents, almost all the surviving members of the Lucchese crime family in a small three-bedroom apartment.

Most of their wives had passed away or left them by the time they’d arrived, so it was a lot like growing up in a dingy old bar but, both children grew up and learned quickly from their mistakes. Learned to use them to their advantage, but every once in a while there would be unnecessary punishments, overdramatic arguments, dinners missed and uneasy, awkward mornings, but. It was more than what anyone else could have given them, so they were grateful nonetheless.

Everything changed drastically for Antonello when he entered the fifth grade. Things became easier to deal with at home, but not exactly in the way anyone had expected. Especially not his grandmother. He’d always clung to her for guidance, support, and love but the moment the family exposed the young heart to their lifestyle, he broke away and heedlessly dove in.

No one had forced him into anything, but as the years passed, most relatives and himself included were absolutely convinced that he was made for it, and it was made for him. Although it was in his blood, after all, a large number of them also knew it marked the end of his innocence, and the beginning of ruthless trek towards a twisted, egotistical version of manhood and success.

In the span of six years, he’d become the youngest in the family to rise through the ranks in a proud, composed fashion and landed a spot right beneath his grandfather. He was creative, intelligent and respectful in a way that the elders of the Italian mob began to appreciate more than the efforts of his own immediate family, so soon after Antonello realized the long list of dead or incarcerated relatives were mostly rats, scumbags, and hypocrites, coincidentally, he was asked to leave.

Then while out at the local bowling alley, his cousins spotted one of his better friends groping his girlfriend. He didn’t even make it twenty-four hours after his grandmother had broken the news of the heartless eviction, and the younger boy spent almost two weeks in the hospital. Luckily, her grandson wasn’t around long enough to suffer any harsh consequences, or god forbid a life sentence but, one punishment that should have been totally unrelated, would slowly begin to ruin his life.

Out of pure fear of her older brother and grandparents, Amy Lucchese decided to finish her high school career at home and cut all ties with him. Shortly after the devastating blow, a family friend was contacted and made arrangments for him to stay in East Harlem. 

Present: Has resided in East Harlem for the past fifteen years, staying moderately silent and unlocatable until being promoted to underboss. Currently works for the Guerra family, laundering money and holding meetings through his own business until the doors open every evening. He is recently divorced, lives alone above an old pizza joint and prefers a conventional lifestyle even though he loves what he does.

Although Show N' Tail opened in 2017, the wide variety of male and female dancers, elaborate drag shows, light shows, warm and cozy atmosphere, has made it one of the most decadent and revered clubs in the area.

[snarky-badger]

Hey Snarky. I know you're busy unpacking and your askbox is technically closed. But I'm in dire need of fluff. I watched Keeanu Reeves get drunk, answer questions, and play with puppies and awwwwed the entire time. Could Shepard do this to Garrus? Garrus playing with many many puppies while buzzed.

Well, I don’t usually write Shakarian (because I’m afraid I’m not that good at them), but for you, yeah, I’ll give it a shot. This is after the Destroy Ending, Shepard’s alive and mostly well, if still recovering. It… didn’t turn out like what I originally came up with - it mutated while I was writing. But the mental images are fun! XD

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Shepard sighed and checked her Omni for the fifth time in as many minutes before shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her left leg - or rather, the stump of her leg just below her knee - ached. The prosthetic, while state of the art, was still new enough that it caused her some pain from time to time. And standing there, waiting for a late Garrus, wasn’t helping.

Already, the muscles in her shoulders and neck were tightening, her heartbeat rising a little. Things since the Citadel - where she’d been buried under tons of rubble - had been a little touch and go. It had taken her months to recover after being found half-alive amongst the carnage, her body broken, spirit exhausted, but not extinguished.

Cerberus’ tech in her body had saved her, kept her alive though trauma that would have killed anyone else. More cybernetics had been added to her form as she’d recovered, pins and plates reconstructing her shattered bones enough for them to heal.

She’d never had made it though the painful rehab had it not been for Garrus. Even after the destruction of the Relay, he’d never given up hope of finding her again. Had practically reconstructed the downed Normandy himself in a near-frightening, tunnel-visioned, desperation to make his way back to her. It awed and shocked and stunned her, every time she thought about it.

Another glance at her Omni Tool made her left eyebrow twitch. She loved Garrus, but if he didn’t show up in the next five minutes, she might strangle him.

She hated being late.

Sighing, she leaned heavily on the cane that had been provided to her while she got used to her new leg, index finger tapping against the handle as her keen gaze cut across her surroundings.

You could take the soldier out of the battlefield, but the instinct to identify potential threats, scope out exits and cover for any firefights wasn’t something that just went away - no matter how much of the Citadel had crashed down onto her.

Finally, finally, she spotted a familiar form amongst the crowd, her gaze locking onto the scarred Turian in civilian clothing that was sauntering towards her.

Oh, lords, he was strutting a little too.

Someone save her, Garrus was drunk.

It wasn’t readily apparent to anyone who didn’t know him, but his gait, the slight tilt to his head, the smirk of his good mandible - dammit, he’d gone drinking without her!

She was somewhere between irritated and mildly jealous when he reached her, the low rumble of his subvocals lightly slurred, blue eyes a little glazed.

“I know, I know. I’m late–”

Shepard huffed, blowing a strand of her overlong red hair out of her eyes. “You went drinking without me.”

Garrus blinked, then spent a moment looking anywhere but at her, raising his right hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “Ah. Uh, a little? Chellick - you remember him right? He’s… well, I suppose you can say he’s getting married. Found his bondmate and everything! Never thought he had it in him. Joker used to think I had a stick up my ass but Chellick–” He glanced at her, saw the look on her face, and coughed a little. “Right. Well, I went to say congratulations and then some of the old squad wanted to treat him to a drink and… yeah. But I’m alright, really! We can go see the large hamsters now.”

It took an inordinate amount of willpower not to facepalm. “Puppies. Dogs. Not hamsters, Garrus.”

“Wrex said they’re furry, wimpy, varren.”

“Wrex would.” Even though she was still a little miffed, Shepard accepted the arm that Garrus held out to her, linking her arm through his. He easily shifted his stance to help support her, which was good, because standing around waiting for him had caused the muscles in her bad leg to cramp a little. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re a friendly drunk.”

“I am not drunk,” Garrus huffed, trying for affronted and failing, settling for a grumbling growl of his subvocals. “I’m not as think as you drunk I am. Wait. Wait, that didn’t sound right.“

She heaved a sigh that she usually only made when dealing with the Council. “Just… let me do the talking.”

It was, as it turned out, good that she did the talking. Whatever the hell that Garrus had imbibed must have been strong, because even his ability to ‘fake’ sober seemed to be cracking at the edges. It didn’t help that a drunk Garrus was also a slightly handsy Garrus. Normally she’d be all for her Turian purring things to her while nipping at the shell of her ear, but this was just not the time.

The quest to adopt a dog - by the suggestion of both her therapist and rehab specialist - was off to a rocky start. Personally, Shepard did miss having a pet, and she’d always loved dogs, but she’d never thought she’d be interviewing to adopt one with a touchy feely Turian attached to her hip.

Still, they managed to get to the Adoption Centre with little trouble - minus a couple of elbows to Garrus’ ribs to get his wandering hands off her ass.

She planted him in the nearest chair, then hobbled over to reception. The Asari there didn’t pay her much mind until the receptionist looked up, and Shepard had a grand view of the usual shock and awe that most people got on their faces when they recognized her.

Ugh. She doubted she’d ever get used to receiving that look.

Still, it did expedite things. She and Garrus were quickly led to a small private room to wait while some of the staff went to fetch a few of the dogs that the resident behaviorist thought would be a good match for them.

Garrus was weaving a little in his chair while Shepard filled out a few necessary forms on her Omni - did she have a veterinarian picked out, did she have previous experience raising dogs, etc, etc, etc. Spirits, some of the questions  were more in-depth than some of her Spectre applications.

Finally, she send the forms off with a soft chime of her Omni tool, then poked Garrus with her cane when he shuffled his chair closer to hers and leaned in to rest his chin on the top of her head. “If I sit on the floor, I’ll need your help to get back up again.”

“I can do that,” he rumbled, the vibrations of his voice echoing into her, the familiar sensation making her smile despite herself. Garrus’ right arm slid around her waist, tucking her close, and Shepard automatically leaned into him, letting his presence ease her nerves and calm her.

She was just relocating his hand from her ass back to a safer spot on her hip when the Asari came back in carrying a large basket. The sounds of whimpers and soft barks perked Shepard’s interest, and she carefully eased herself down off her chair to the floor, grimacing a bit when her left hip twinged.

Garrus landed next to her with a graceless thump, his gaze locked on the basket, the curious subvocal rumble that left him vibrating her bones. Who knew that whimpering puppies sounded like to a Turian?

“So, I thought I’d start with some puppies. These are a mix of German Shepard and Labrador Retriever. Both breeds are known to be very affectionate, intelligent and obedient with the proper training, which I doubt would be an issue for you two.”

“How old are they?” Shepard asked as the Asari - her name tag read Jaelta - knelt and set the basket down. Six rolly polly puppies instantly scrambled to climb over the edge, bright eyes and perked ears obviously taking in everything around them.

“These are six and a half weeks old. We’ll keep them for another two weeks just so they finish weaning and grow a little more. So if you decide to adopt one of these little ones, you’ll have time to accessorize your home.”

The sextant of puppies - one of whom decided to front flip it’s way out of the basket and land on it’s head with a yelp - instantly swarmed her, and Shepard couldn’t stop the laugh that left her as they climbed over her legs and into her lap, wriggling and yipping for attention. She pet as many as she could manage, feeling some painlessly knaw at her fingers while others crawled high to lick at her chin.

“I still say they look like large hamsters,” Garrus quipped, and Shepard rolled her eyes at him as she scooped up a puppy and then deposited it in the Turian’s lap.

He reared back a bit like she’d thrown a live grenade onto him, mandibles clamping tight to his face in apprehension. The puppy sniffed at him, probably the first Turian it had ever met, little tail waggling it’s entire little body. It’s final happy bark seemed to be an invitation for the rest of the pack, because Shepard found herself abandoned as they others piled themselves onto an unsuspecting Garrus.

“Uh, Shep– What do I-? Ow! Hey! Don’t chew that!” He reached down to disengage a puppy from his left spur, blinking into brown doggy eyes as he picked up the pup to stare at it. The puppy wriggled happily in his grasp, barking, little paws churning the air as it tried to get closer.

The biggest of the bunch gave up trying to climb him, and merely launched itself into the Turian’s stomach. Garrus’ eyes widened as he went down with a started ‘oof’, landing on his back and warbling in shock when the other dogs swarmed him.

Puppies: 1. Garrus: 0.

Grinning, Shepard took a quick picture with her Omni Tool. The universe’s King of Bottle Shooters and Reaper Advisor to the Primarch, taken out by a pack of puppies. No one would ever believe it.

“I think we’ll take that one,” she grinned to Jaelta, nodding at the puppy who had headbutted the Turian in the gut and was now perched on the edge of Garrus’ cowl, licking at his mandibles, despite the sniper’s attempts to twist away from excited, wriggling, happy, puppy kisses.

Garrus flailed, trying to be gentle as he pushed one puppy away just for two more to wriggle into the firsts’ spot. There was one attached to his left spur again, hanging on with determination while the Turian’s legs spasmed on the floor. Another was chewing a hole through his glove, using his tough plates to teethe on. “Shepard, help, Sniper down! Ack! Pfft! Ew! It’s tongue was in my mouth! Ah! They’re so fuzzy! Geditoff–!” Her Omni Tool glitched at what followed.

She’d have to send a copy of the image to Tali or the Quarian would never forgive her.

[huntingfoxtrot]

Bio:

| Personal Information |

Name: Scarlett Amori Vincent

Age: 32

Date Of Birth: 13 October, 1986

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality Type: ENNEAGRAM TYPE 5 | ISTP

+Nicknames+

 - Scar: Shortened variation of Scarlett.

 - Prim: Someone who comes from a higher class and hangs out with sailors/soldiers/common-folk.

 - Greaser: Italian roots nickname, usually falls in line with the military formal wear when she slicks her hair back for a far more easier and neater looking cooperation of hair and cap.

 - Salvador: A name given to her after birth when she arrived as a female instead of male. Gender roles are huge in the Vincent family.

 - Vince: A shortened version of her last name and commonly used in the military in place of commander or Lieutenant General.

| Appearance |

Hair: Black

Eyes: Icy Blue

Height (in/ft): 5'10

Height (cm): 178 cm

Weight (lbs): 146 lbs

Weight (kg): 66.2kg

| Extra Information |

+Education+

 - Primary

 - Secondary

 - Post Secondary

 - Secondary Diploma

 - Post Secondary Diploma

+Occupations+

 - Waitress: Worked in a local diner in-between family and education, though family mainly consisted of training in prep of Royal Marines entrance test. (Year 16 - Year 17)

 - Royal Marines: Ten tours ranging across the Middle East ending with the status of Lieutenant General. (Year 16 - Year 26)

 - Special Ops: Joined while stationed in the Middle East during her sixth tour, employed by the Queen and her people (The British Government). She is still currently, though more off and on, still part of the unit. (Year 21/22 - Current)

 - Hunter: Taken up as a sort of hobby/pass time event in Ireland and Scotland. (Year 27 - Year 28/29)

 - Scotland Yard (Metropolitan Police Service) Inspector: Serving as a minor investigator ranging from the homicide/suicide unit to minor cases of domestic. (Year 28/29 - Current).

+Locations+

 - Birthplace: Oxford, England (Birth - Year 16).

 - Second/Military: Military outpost in the Middle East (Year 16/17 - Year 26)

 - 6th Tour: Oslo, Norway (Year 21, time period: 4 months)

     (=) First Mission, rescue of British Official from Terror. Cell.

 - 7th Tour: Cardiff, Wales (Year 22, time period: 3 days)

     (=) Assassination of traitor to her majesty and her people.

 - 8th Tour: Düsseldorf, Germany (Year 23, time period: 18 days)

     (=) Served as an private military escort for one Mycroft Holmes.

 - 9th Tour: Rostov-on-Don, Russia (Year 24/25, time period: 2 weeks)

     (=) Elimination of a assassin, target a higher up British official.

 - 10th Tour: Milan, Italy -> Ostia, Italy (Year 25, 12 days)

     (=) Meeting and retrieval of higher up parliament official, retrieval of their children and elimination of assailants.

 - Post 10th Tour: Stockholm, Sweden -> Växjö, Sweden (Year 26, 10 weeks).

     (=) Recovering of data in a public area (undercover work) and elimination of target.

 - Third Living: Glengarriff, Ireland (Year 26, time period: 6 months) -> Kelso, Scotland (Year 26/27, time period: 7 months)

 - Current Residence: London, England -> Near Elm Row (Year 27 - Current)

 - Post 10th Tour: Bor deaux, France -> Angers, France (Year 30, time period: 5 days)

     (=) Investigation and infiltration of terror. outpost. Search and rescue of imprisoned soldiers from previous recon mission.

+Family+

Father: Sebastian Ludwig Vincent

 - Status – Alive.  - Current Age – 68

Mother: Clementine Charlotte Vincent (Muller)

 - Status – Deceased.   - Cause of Death – Childbirth.  - Death Age – 34

Brother (eldest): Jackson Conrad Vincent

 - Status – Alive.  - Age – 44

Brother (Second eldest): William Herrick Vincent

 - Status – Deceased. - Cause of Death – Car Accident.  - Death Age – 23

Brother (Third eldest): James Gerhard Vincent

 - Status – Alive. - Age – 41

Brother (Fourth eldest): Charlie Adalard Vincent

 - Status – Alive. - Age – 38

Brother (Fifth eldest): Arthur Dewitt Vincent

 - Status – Alive. - Age – 36

+Traits/Personality+

 - Physical attraction: Scarlett doesn’t much care for how a person views or thinks of her when it comes to physical attraction. She knows she isn’t considered one of the most beautiful women nor that her physique is the best (bust size and rear), but it is quite the pet peev when one downs a woman or man on their physical exteriors in a negative manor. She much more cares for someone else to feel beautiful/handsome, even if it is indeed hard for her to vocalize. Scarlett also isn’t concerned much with exterior physique as compared to the personality of ones self. Of course, it is a nice bonus if she must admit, but not included in the first thought. First impressions are key in this.

 - Adaptable: Any officer/military personnel should have this at all times. Scar has grown quite used to how a situation works and ways to diffuse one.

 - Alert: Despite alcohol limiting this when smashed, alertness is always present. Looking over ones shoulder frequently in case of tails or the slightest out-of-place noise causing a scurry. This can be seen also as paranoia.

 - Calm: Anger can be hidden behind a calm cool and collected exterior. Calm is usually considered in her tone of voice but not always in her actions.

 - Challenging: Challenging authority has always been a big thing for Scar, but that isn’t the only thing considered challenging. It’s very hard to gain her trust, hard to make her outgoing or more extroverted unless drinks are involved.

 - Charming: Of course when liquid courage is involved, Scar is a shameless flirt. Her charm comes from her mannerisms and speech patterns.

 - Curious: She won’t hesitate with her bluntness to ask questions about anything and everything she finds unusual or unique.

 - Flirt: Usually includes pet names of some sort (not too over the top) and subtle movements. This doesn’t include must dirty talk until the bedroom comes into play.

 - Genuine/Good-natured: She attempts to show a smile or crack a joke, small gestures or simple greetings a sign of possible or even encouraged companionship.

 - Honest: Brutally blunt. If a truth must be shared, she will share it in a manor that is in a way uncomfortable or even borderline inconsiderate of those who hear.

 - Intelligent: Despite her quiet demeanor and lack of wordplay, she is quite smart and can hold a decent conversation of intellectual standards.

 - Playful: Either bedroom talk or simply drunk flirting, Scar does have a playful side, though only the right people can bring it out.

 - Self-Reliant: Many years in her life, she has had to be there for her and only her. No one provided a hand and she later in life sees no such need for anyone to do such for her.

 - Witty: Despite communication…lacking…Her speech patterns have a sarcastic or smart-ass reply to them if the time is right or if she’s with the right person. Such replies can be in response to those she dislikes as well.

 - Tense: She does NOT do well in social situations and is quite tense to sudden displays of affection.

+Fun Facts+

 - Foxtrot: Foxtrot was the name of a Irish Setter Scar had adopted before moving to Ireland from Växjö, Sweden. Foxtort, inspired by the letter ‘F’ in the military alphabet, was considered a lacking partner for a hunt by the Swiss, though through careful training and time full of attention, she became one of the best trackers of her doggy time. She still resides with Scar in her London flat.

 - Coffee: Sugar and cream, harvest/autumn time usually has cinnamon or pumpkin spice flavoring.

 - Tea: Any tea will really do but Earl Grey or Oolong are much preferred.

| History |

Born on 13 October, 1986 in Oxford, England, Scarlett Amori Vincent was introduced to the world as the only daughter of Sebastian and Clementine Vincent, residents of Parliament. Complications arose from Clementine and by the morning of 14 October, she was pronounced dead by doctors, complications of giving natural birth for the sixth time finally catching up the the thirty four year old. Deep depression had set in among the family, funeral days later and the child birthed of a now dead woman being seen as a mistake. Mr. Sebastian Vincent returned to work within parliament, close associations with those among the military taking his rank into account of decisions impacting her majesty and her people.

Scarlett Amori, soon known by the name of Salvador was raised much like the boys within her family. Military barking and demands to learn the ways of politics followed by harsh beatings if the superior was disrespected by the younger’s. By the age of thirteen, ‘Salvador’ entered her rebellious age, taking time out to escape among the night after curfew and meet with boys and girls her family would furthermore disapprove of. On 9 February, 1999, at 6:30 am, William Herrick Vincent, was pronounced dead after a head on collision on his way from his dormitory to his first class of the day.  The family mourned, but Scarlett was absent from the funeral despite William being one of the only brothers that didn’t see her as a mistake.

By the age of sixteen in early January,2002 , Scarlett was working a part-time job with threat of being thrown out of the family. She did this without her family knowing until July when she was to enlist in the Royal Marines. After the application was accepted with parent approval, Scarlett was sent off to training and by the end of the year was being listed for departure to the war.  At this point, she was forced to grow up quicker than most teenagers were, taking the position of Under Officer among her commanders.

By her second tour in the year of 2004, Scarlett earned the rank of Second Lieutenant, promoted from Officer Cadet during her first tour. In 2005 she gained the rank of Lieutenant. In her sixth tour, Scarlett was recruited by the British Special Ops (Special Reconnaissance Regiment) to become a commander of a small division/cell consisting of eight people. By 2012, Scarlett rose from the ranks of Captain to Lieutenant-General within the army, remaining in the position of Commander within SRR.

In January of 2013 after her final leave from the British forces and resigned from her former position, Scarlett moved from the Middle East to Ireland, starting her first six months of hunting with her new partner picked up from a mission in Växjö, Sweden, a Irish Setter named Foxtrot. The hunting started smoothly before the transition to Scotland occurred on 7 July, 2013. By 2 February, 2014, Scarlett returned to London in hopes of finding a new and rather more permanent job. Moving to London, she applied for a position of Inspector among Scotland Yard (Metropolitan Police Service) under the head of the Homicide/Suicide unit. She’s been working with them until current, breaks and time off taken for request missions from the British government.

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