theworldofv

[theworldofv]

“Polite as ever. So envious of your partner. How do they ever survive without your sunshine.” V said as she rolled her eyes. “I could ask you the same question. No guarantee I’d get a straight answer though but who knows.” She said as she leaned against the only thing she can find.

Location: a quiet bar Status: open @sinnerssquarestart

Reyan needed a moment to think away from the hotel. As much as he knew the Sahins would try to be helpful, he wanted to make it clear he could provide for him and his wife. The movers would arrive soon and what possessions they had would be boxed up and taken to the new house. But before all that chaos occurred, he wanted a drink. He sipped his whiskey and listened to the soft music as he enjoyed his solitude until he realized someone was lingering nearby. "Is there a reason you are here?"

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“Woah Med School let’s relax.” V had decided to get out of the house because her house was driving her crazy and her work life was driving her crazy and she can’t really rant about that to anyone so her best bet was alcohol.

Little did she know she was going to run into Mrs. Med School. She didn’t catch the whole thing but context clues were available. “Hey tall, dark drunky here.” She slid an untouched drink. As she pull the woman away. “Relax it’s basically a placebo. Didn’t think this was your type of scene though.”

opened to: all (bring it on, babies!) location: any bar / club, u name it

Amara had been wanting just one night of peace for herself - to have fun, to blow off some steam from a long, miserable shift at the hospital. Medical school was no joke, but luckily, her and her friends had been done with their rotation and were able to have fun. Amara wasn't the most bar crazy person, but to go out, have fun, dance to music, especially over the chaos of the events that had been happening - it felt overdue.

It was all fun and games, until someone decided in their drunken addled brain that she had stolen their drink. "I didn't steal your drink! I have a fucking tab, I didn't steal anything!" The brunette exclaimed, dark eyes in panic looking to the person next to her.

"Can you - Can you help me out here?"

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V turned at the direction of the voice. She shrugged while replying. “I just finished mine, actually. I don't have ride home. Probably not a smart decision, if you ask me.” She looked at the woman. “Not enough people on the dance floor for you?

open starter : @sinnerssquarestart

location: a nightclub (or anywhere with liquor and music)

“Now don't tell me you're sittin' here all alone .. and without a glass in sight, ” the brunette remarks with faux concern, eye taking them in for a moment before her body slips into the open space beside them. It’s not too long before the corner of her lips pull into a sweet grin, “What kinda bribin’ do I gotta do to get you out on the dance floor?”

[theworldofv]

Meet V Walsh:

NAME: V “Ronnie” Walsh

AGE: Thirty

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Liz Gillies

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde-Brown

HEIGHT: 5'7"

DATE OF BIRTH: October 31st, 1994.

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Associates in Psych (never finished to get her BS)

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: None

OCCUPATION: Arms Dealer

GANG AFFILIATION: Crimson

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New York City.

ANY FAMILY: Her Daughter.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Kind, Determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Vengeful, Cold

tw: parent death, abuse, alcholism, assault

TLDR:

Her story is triggery so in case you don't want to read the whole thing

Meet V, she's a Crimson arms dealer. Raised in the Manhattan she was no stranger to violence as she saw it first hand Having loat her mother she had to think about only family she really had left. The plan wasnt to leave or even fight. However she had entered flight or fight mode. Next thing she knows he was on the ground and without checking his pulse, she ran. With a friends’ help she entered Brooklyn and worked into a Crimson arms dealer, leaving the life she knew behind. She's extremely loyal and kind to those good to her but very vindictive and cold when crossed. She's very sarcastic and stubborn and often rarely knows when to ask for help.

Story:

Born and Raised in Manhattan, NY. She was born to a mother who she hoped wanted to love her dearly but loved the bottom of a bottle more and a father who hoped for a son and he made it known.

At 5 years old she was introduced to the violence. Something she assumed was only in tv shows. The more they fought, the more her mom drank which caused more fighting.

Around age 10, the house was cold and cruel, she wondered if it was ever vibrant and safe. The violence now was turned on to her. She wasn't just seeing it, see was living it and with no one to turn tbshe learned the only person she could count on was herself.

At 15 she gained a daughter, this created a sudden change in her. She now had a reason to fight. She was determined to fight. Her sister needed her and they had a bond like no other. Her being born caused a change she would go through whatever hardship and wall to protect her from the people who should be doing the protecting.

At 16, she entered dual enrollment to get her psych degree and hopefully plan to leave. Recognizing violence is the the only thing she knows she wonder is it a nature vs nurture thing. Was she doomed to repeat it?

Tragedy struck once more at 18, her mom passed. Part of her was happy that her mother was a peace, the other part will always grieve for the mother she didn't receive but always wanted.

By 20 she received her associates. Then one rainy night is when things came to a head at home. She is not sure what triggered it. Was it the graduation or something happened but a fight broke out. She wanted to believe she didn't mean to hurt him, she wanted to believe it wasn't in her. All she knew was she had a weapon in her hand and he was on the floor.

She hopped in her car with the family she only knew and any money she could find. “I need your help.” She said as she called a friend in Brooklyn who she knew would help.

Being introduced to Crimson through her friend, she gained a type of family and friends she never knew existed. The type of loyalty they had for each other she wasn't used to it, she still isn't. However she knows she would do anything for them and she knows vice versa.

She works as a arms dealer, she likes to be believe she's good at what she knows primarily because of her history.

Connections:

I'm bad at this so everything is welcomed.