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senatushq · 3 months

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NAME. Priya Chandra AGE & BIRTH DATE. 339 & June 13th, 1684 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Liche ) OCCUPATION. Employee at Blud FACE CLAIM. Sobhita Dhulipala

BIOGRAPHY

In order to survive the Abyss, one had to be the strongest. That’s what her father would repeat over and over again. Bedtime stories rarely revolved around a prince in shining armor or the endless depths of friendship, but rather the cruelties one had to face in order to survive. To become stronger meant sacrifice and the abandonment of moralities. Priya never believed in such things as she considered herself to be a rare defender of individualism within her coven. A sorceress desiring the end of their dog eats dog society. With Hassan being one of the elders, her father put more pressure onto his daughter than necessary. Caving once her father sugarcoated the customs and power struggles that lead to traumatic events within the coven, Priya was sucked into this world, naive enough to put her father’s wishes over her own. What if he was right? An Elder with high ambitions trying to get his daughter to be more powerful and ready to survive surely wouldn’t have any ulterior motives. Instead, the sorceress slowly began to accept her father’s guidance in exchange for power.

Various challenges followed. Much like Herakles before her, the sorceress was tasked to complete dangerous challenges for the sake of enhancing her powers. Seeing as she didn’t have what it took to be as powerful as her father wanted her to be, he specifically pushed her further into this world, cutthroat, ambitious, survivalists of the worst kind. They had ambitions to become immortal, so to honor the coven’s values, Priya put herself in grave danger to find meaning in her sacrifice. Do not cry for the sacrificial lamb; she’s the one sharpening the knife. To be a sorceress means endless sacrifice to achieve one’s ends and Priya desperately tried to please her coven. Following that path, she forced herself through the darkness, conjured dark magic to defeat her unfortunate enemies. The more time she spent challenging herself, the deeper her father forced her down this road of sacrifice and obedience, the more he heart rebelled. Despite what her coven preached, her heart’s own desire was already reserved for someone else. A Vampire of all creatures, someone who’d already achieved immortality.

What was supposed to be a real testament of her own strength turned out to be a nightmare. Once invited, the vampire attacked them, fed and laid waste to their coven like nothing before. Old and wise, he knew how to have them running for the hills to further excite their blood. Priya awoke among the smell of smoke, burning buildings and laughter echoing through the darkness. Her throat burned, her muscles had stopped aching and her reflexes had become much more refined, faster and… stronger. The strength of immortality. Did she succeed? Only her father stood after the vampire fled the scene, his pockets filled with gold and his body almost overflowing with blood. Now a vampire, her father struggled with what should never be. His undead daughter, stronger than ever, lead by her own heart rather than ambitions. And yet, as their eyes met, Priya’s father struggled to find it in him and kill her for good. The coven’s death wouldn’t have to be for nothing if only they used their teachings to reverse her immortality.

Grieving over her entire coven’s death, Priya believed herself to be the culprit, the hungry vampire who had killed them all in a blackout. Nothing remained, but she knew better than to believe her own lies. The vampire who’d turned her, her one time lover, ended up being nothing more than a trickster, an executioner with fangs, corrupt and merciless. So when her father suggested dark alternatives, desperate for her daughter to return, Priya listened, now more than ever. Watching her father’s madness unfold The guilt didn’t stop. Believing to be the cause of his madness, Priya did whatever necessary to revert the curse and rebuild what had been lost. As she tipped the goblet filled with vampiric ichor down her throat, much of what used to be vanished. Drawn closer by the look of blood but cringing at the initial smell, the actual blood tasted much sweeter, smokier, than what she’d expected. Potent and addictive, Priya poured the blood down her throat, to drown in it, to feel nothing but the sinful taste of what would forever change her life. The demon crawled down her throat with its ichor, taking a hold of her body and soul. The blood of an archfiend, a source of great power to revert what had been done. Blood was the answer, revealing what had been hidden within the darkness for so long.

This hadn’t been her chance of freedom, but only a desperate attempt to revert her own death – a sacrificial lamb, her body served as the ultimate vessel for an archfiend. Enraged and starving, the now Liche slit her father’s throat and tasted his blood out of spite. Such cruelty came with a price: the peace loving, kind child feasted on her father like maggots on a corpse: relentlessly, unceremoniously, only to hurt, only to feast. She watched him carefully as her father’s heart stopped beating, eyes glossy from tears. A Liche, that what she was, an undead creature.

Trying to find meaning in her new, damned existence, Priya travelled the world, hoping to regain some of her humanity within. Kind and still naive, she clung onto the nearest group of vampires in hopes of belonging somewhere. An outcast among outcasts, she was neither bad nor entirely good, feeding upon those she should call family. Alas, the archfiend within had made itself comfortable, peeking through every once in a while, demanding blood and violence. While the archfiend within recklessly wreaked havoc upon her core values and soul, Priya became everything her father wanted her to be: powerful, immortal and, above all, doomed to a life of solitude.

The more the archfiend took over, the less Priya’s body tried to fight them. Mentally she remained on guard, losing control every once in a while, Their ambitions became her own: power, albeit put to good use, a monster with morals, a damned creature of warmth and love despite her cold skin. Still, as she looked in the mirror, her appearance skeletal and frightening, the archfiend within tasked her with the never ending battle for power and influence while her heart remained stoic: the sacrificial lamb, the sorceress who’d never ceased to love, would always remain.

PERSONALITY

+ kind, witty, devoted – tormented, stubborn, naive

PLAYED BY SASKIA. GMT+1. She/Her.

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mobscene-london · 11 months

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Nicoleta Rădulescu. AGE: 38. PLACE OF BIRTH: Bucharest, Romania. AFFILIATION: The Russian Mob. OCCUPATION: Loyalist. FACE CLAIM: Tatiana Maslany. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

(Warning: Heavy mentions of drug use/human trafficking/racism.)

If you twisted her arm and pointed a gun to her head, then maybe she’d admit that it was an all right place to call home these days... maybe. But to say that Launceston’s far-reaching reputation had disappointed her was an understatement. The place was so spectacularly overhyped, she might as well have rolled her eyes right out of her skull.

The streets might’ve seemed a little more bloodstained than her neighbourhood of Ferentari—an absolute shit stain on the otherwise beautiful city of Bucharest—but that was only because they couldn’t afford electricity for long enough to keep the lights on to see it. The misconception that everybody was somehow an evil, rampaging psychopath was pitiful, though. It was all a bit tame. A bit calculated. A bit clean. And at least they killed for something, huh? Money, respect… or her personal favourite: the extra spicy servings of revenge. They definitely liked those.

The skinhead gangs she’d found herself dragged into as a kid made them look like little puppy dogs. Those people didn’t need a reason. They didn’t need blood feuds, and territorial disputes, and arrogance and ego. They killed for fun.

Nico had never shared their ideals. That was always clear about her from the start. The fucking Neo-Nazi scumbags who had moved into a Romani neighbourhood specifically to torment them weren’t deserving of oxygen, let alone sympathisers. Unlike some youths who got swept up in the tide, though, she’d never been afraid to tell them how she felt. In fact, she’d never been afraid of much at all. The drugs were fine—she’d dabbled in that particular vice as aggressively as they all did—but she was not game for attacking groups of people who just wanted to live their lives in peace. It didn’t achieve anything. It wasn’t fulfilling like scalping their rivals (literally) was. Part of her suspected even the heartless bastards who got a quick laugh out of it felt the same deep down. If they weren’t so numb they didn’t feel anything at all, that was…

Don’t misunderstand; she could be just as much of a rabid animal as any of them when she was backed into a corner. It was rare for her to attack without reason, but not entirely unheard of, either. But what was the fucking point of doing it day in, day out? Why waste effort in the endless ‘I’m scarier than you!’ dick measuring contests? Once, when Nico had been suffering from a particularly nasty come-down from her habitual high, she’d paralysed one of her oldest acquaintances for his sick ideals. They were planning to trap a Romani family in their apartment—if the ruined buildings could even be described as such—and set the place alight. Of all the people the gang she’d somehow ended up involved with targeted, the Romani population got it the worst of all. Easy pickings, she supposed. And it was an absolutely nauseating disgrace to watch ‘people’ take advantage of that.

First, she’d hit him in the knees with a force seemingly impossible from an otherwise unintimidating frame. The man had buckled like a little bitch and that was just about her favourite sight in the world. Then, she’d finished up with a crushing blow to his spine. Nico didn’t search for violence, but sometimes people just fucking deserved it. Who was she to say no?

He never walked again.

They never followed through with their plan to kill the family, either.

Their haphazard and constantly changing gang had always been involved in one pile of crazy shit or another. Illegal drugs—both dealing and using, though mostly the latter—most of all. There was no reason they did what they did. Not really. But it was their life, and there was fuck all they could do in situations like theirs to change it. They had nothing, and they would die with nothing. Trading it in for anything else seemed an absurd pipe dream because poverty stricken kids lured into their grips had never known anything different, anyway. When the Vorshevsky family had arrived on the scene, however, they seemed to offer the small, highly erratic group some sort of purpose. None of them had even realised they desired anything at all, let alone money, until they realised how lucrative the human trafficking market was.

For a few years, the Romanians were responsible for isolating groups of vulnerable women and trading them into the Vorshevskys for cash, drugs, shelter, and alcohol. The Russians weren’t scared they’d become ambitious, and true to form, they never did. They just did as they were fucking told. Obedient little lackeys so detached from the outside world that they never wished for anything more than what was being given. Looking back on it, Nico realises how pathetic they’d all been, but at the time? Nah. More self-aware than most, perhaps, but still in a bubble.

In an utterly ridiculous turn of events, what could’ve been a life-ruining mistake by the Russians actually wound up being her saving grace. When the Vorshevskys had arrived to pick up another load of women to take over the border into Ukraine, before eventually being moved to Russia for shipment to the United States, they’d assumed her part of the offering rather than one of those who’d helped secure it. Though she had, true to form, violently protested their attempts to take her, she’d eventually been overcome by their brute force and bundled into the back of the truck like a piece of fucking meat. By the time her friends had even realised there was a problem—too busy shooting up, no doubt—she’d already arrived in Launceston.

The mobsters who awaited their precious cargo at the docks seemed more confused than anything else when they first caught sight of her. It wasn’t as though she fit in with the pretty, angelic stereotype that sold so well. Her head had been shaved because she enjoyed it when it was harder to be distinguished from the piece of shit men. Her face was covered in piercings; some for fun, but most just a teenage attempt to appear more intimidating. From head to toe, she was a canvas for obscene DIY tattoos that she and her girlfriend had used to depict their various criminal highlights over the years. To put it simply, she was a fucking mess when compared to beauties that would be sold for sky high prices based on their looks alone.

Luckily.

Despite being in a haze of shock and exhaustion after the brutal transit process, when she attacked them like reflex upon finally seeing daylight, they realised they’d fucked up. Badly.

“You’re going to try and make me a prostitute?” The feral screams had pierced the air in her fractured Russian. “How about I bite your fucking dick off!”

Okay, so she hadn’t gone quite that far, but when she’d jumped the poor guy and sunk her teeth into his face, it’d been an attack bad enough to warrant stitches. And maybe a little something soothing for his ego… The rumours about what Nico had done spread quickly, and were more than enough to garner the attention of the local, Vorshevsky-loyal Romanian gang leader.

When she’d been offered the opportunity to stay in Launceston instead of going home, to nobody’s fucking surprise, the woman had given it about one whole second of thought. Yes, the city had a terrible reputation, but perhaps it was one she found too intriguing to pass up. And like it mattered anyway. What did she have to go back to? It could’ve been the dullest place on earth, but it was still better than whatever the fuck life she’d been wandering through until that point. To be surrounded by fellow Romanians—ones far removed from the amoebas she’d left behind—was a source of comfort in an otherwise unfamiliar land, too. They embraced her ambition instead of laughing at it like her friends back home. They took her under their wings, and treated her like family before they even knew her name. It was just the Romanian way. They looked after their own.

In some absolutely catastrophic upset in the universe’s plan, she was soon making a life for herself that had never been on the cards only a few months prior. Nico had a decent apartment; reliable electricity and no rats, could you believe? She’d worked to improve her Russian (though English was definitely still a fucking bust) and had kicked her drug habit squarely in the ass. She’d fixed up her look, though not too much, and she’d even made friends she couldn’t imagine attacking with the first on-hand tool available. At any moment, she was so fucking sure she’d wake up from the most insane trip of her life…but it never came.

Nico hadn’t been living until then. Born at twenty-four years old.

In the early days, she’d worked for the Romanians almost exclusively. Lived with them until she was on her feet. Did whatever they asked of her because honestly? She kind of liked them. Their gang was small in numbers, but their position working for the Russians meant that sometimes she was dragged along with them, too. Not that she ever complained much. Launceston on the whole might not have been a crazy as she was expecting, but the Vorshevskys sure gave her a little taste of what she was craving. Though she would always retain a sense of loyalty to the Romanians, even they didn’t begrudge her eventually choosing to associate with the Russians more directly.

God forbid she got bored.

They all knew she was never going to be quite like the others. Some of them would’ve given their own lives for their leader, and that was absolutely fucking wild to her. But she was safe in that they knew she’d never be the type to turn, because whilst she had more ambition than the people back home, it was limited compared to the Launceston types. And fuck, she was way too stubborn to ever cave to the authorities and say something she shouldn’t if they came knocking. Nico was about the safest unsafe asset they had, and they put her to work fast.

It was a bit like letting a rabid animal loose. They couldn’t really be sure what she was going to do beyond cause absolute chaos. And sometimes? That was precisely what they needed.

Never had she imagined she would be calling some of the people she’d associate with friends. Limited numbers, of course; partially because she was a little too off the rails and unpredictable for some, and she plain scared the shit out of the rest. But there were a select few who loved her like she was one of them. In a sense, after over a decade bleeding alongside them, she supposed she kind of was. Aviv was always the one she was closest to, because that was a man who knew a little something about being unhinged, himself. With him came Maksim, Tolya, and Kiril… Eventually, he’d even introduced her to his sister-in-law. Nico had been head over heels for the first time in her entire fucking life, but unfortunately, the subject of her affection was still hung up on her dead wife. Such a waste.

When her small circle of friends eventually departed for London, a part of her had considered going along with them. But Ana had stayed, and she was just comfortable enough that the idea of a new adventure didn’t really appeal to her. Launceston gave her everything she’d never known she’d wanted. Needed. And she was okay with that. Keeping in contact with Aviv was easy enough, though, and given how often he visited Bucharest, sometimes she would tag along with him just to remind herself of the life she’d been offered a lucky escape from.

But things in London were getting bad. The word on the streets of Brenton were getting louder every day. Their people were leaving in droves to assist what could only be described as a war effort, and Nico had held out until the very last moment…

Until Ana had delivered her the news.

Not only had Aviv been attacked in the shootout that had put the French boss in the ground where she belonged…but he’d almost lost his life that night, too.

The idea of ever being loyal enough to someone to uproot her life and follow them was ridiculous. Or so she’d thought. But when it came to him, when it came to the idea of somebody laying a hand on one of the few people in life she genuinely cared about, she hadn’t even hesitated. Growth.

Neither woman had to say a damn word.

Nico was already packing her bag before Ana could secure them passage.

Launceston might’ve gotten used to her brand of crazy over the years, but now that the Russians were desperate enough, now that she had a real fucking reason, London was going to have some adjusting to do, as well.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. Ana Ivanova (ex-girlfriend) FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Aviv Kasyanenko: Best friend. Nico never knew her family, and a part of her knows that’s probably for the best, but he’s about the closest thing she’s ever had to one. Not that she’d ever tell him that. It’s nice to have somebody else in the Russian mob to speak Romanian with, and they often bond over talk of the country they both left behind. Aviv is very much like a brother to her, and whilst Romania isn’t her home anymore, he reminds her of only the good parts.

Ana Ivanova: Good friend/ex-girlfriend. To her disappointment, their relationship was short-lived. Nico’s views on love might be skewed given her turbulent path through life, but if it wasn’t love, she’s pretty sure it’s the closest she’s ever been. In spite of the fact things didn’t work out, however, the two managed to remain friends. In fact, Ana is one of the very few people in her life that she trust implicitly.

Maksim Kurylenko: Good friend. Though initially tentative about associating so closely to somebody with that last name, just like Kiril and Tolya, she warmed up to Maks eventually, too. In fact, with the exception of Aviv, and despite being more similar to Tolya in her nature, of the group, she definitely likes him the most. Whilst she wouldn’t go so far as to say she missed him whilst he was in London, Nico’s definitely looking forward to fighting at his side again.

#no you cannot change the face claim #she's an underrated queen don't even try me #nicoletaradulescu #russian #tatiana maslany #taken #takenf

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riverwoodhq · 11 months

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❝I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WORSE. HER SPLITS OR HER SPLIT ENDS. ❞

CHARACTER’S NAME: Chloe, UTP AGE & PRONOUNS: 21, she/her POSSIBLE FACECLAIMS: Anne Winters, Marlo Kelly, Herizen Guardiola, Grace Van Patten, Abigail Cowen CHARACTER’S JOB: Student at East Mount Academy HOMETOWN: UTP

THE CHEERLEADER

Mad-confident in their abilities, The Cheerleader rules the blue mats with jaw-dropping backflips, high jumps, and falls from the top of a 10-person pyramid. They work just as hard as the athletes on the field, if not harder, and spend equal time practicing, traveling, and competing. But for all the skill involved in cheerleading, the true Cheerleader doesn’t lose sight of the main purpose: rooting for their team. They are crowd-leaders and morale-boosters. They show up at every game to fly the colors, ruffle the pom-poms, jump, shout, and spur their team to victory.

ABOUT

The Cheerleader is a very conniving, ambitious young woman who strives to always be the winner and considers herself superior to everyone around her. When faced with people who challenged her winning mentality, she lashes out. As popular as she might be in her own social circle, that wasn’t always the case. Former co-captain The Loveable Alpha Bitch was the favorite, and The Cheerleader was her very jealous and spiteful co-captain. It’s safe to say she’s been plotting against The Loveable Alpha Bitch since day one. She can be fun and carefree though, when things are going her way. But when they’re not, her vicious and callous side comes out. Most people would describe her as a narcissistic bitch, which can only be driven by the number of views she gets on TikTok for shaking her ass in a short skirt.

CONNECTIONS

THE JESTER — The Cheerleader had their eyes on The Jester since Freshman Year. She was a cheerleader and he was a cute athlete with a devil-may-care smirk. But what made her even more interested in him was the fact that he was dating The Loveable Alpha Bitch, who was competing against her for the spot as cheer captain. Call it petty, but when she began losing popularity to the Loveable Alpha Bitch, she began moving in on her boyfriend The Jester to make up for it. If she wasn’t going to win on the mat maybe she could win on the mattress.

THE LOVEABLE APLHA BITCH — In the beginning, they were going to be friends. But their goals collided when they both wanted the same thing. Competitively, they both began competing with each other for the role of cheer captain, and although the other girls favored The Loveable Alpha Bitch, they were both made captain. But the other girls still followed The Loveable Alpha Bitch. Furious, The Cheerleader began plotting the Loveable Bitch’s downfall. So when rumor got out that she was hooking up with a teacher, the Cheerleader made the matter ten times worse by bullying The Loveable Alpha Bitch by nicknaming her the School Slut.

THE INVESTIGATOR — The Investigator and The Cheerleader are father and daughter. She gets her power-hungry nature from him. He’s a detective for the NYPD. And she doesn’t make life easy on him. She’s always one step away from getting into trouble with all her fighting, partying, and illicit TikTok content. She’s been skating on thin ice for years now and he’s close to shipping her off to a private boot camp where she’ll be molded into a law-abiding cadet.

THIS CHARACTER IS CURRENTLY TAKEN AND PLAYED BY MINT

#city rp #lsrp #mature rp #town rp #literate rp #slasher rp #bio #skeleton #the cheerleader #takenf #taken

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secretsummernextgen · 2 years

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[FEMALE, SHE/HER]. Hey, is that [CLAIRE HOLT], no that is just [SELENA FORD] around Baberton. I heard they are [33] years old, and their birthday is [12TH OCTOBER] and they’re [BISEXUAL]. They can mainly be found working at [BABERTON AQUARIUM] and they have been in town [SIXETEEN YEARS]. Some say they are [CREATIVE, PASSIONATE, KIND] and can be [MOODY, STANDOFFISH, LONER]. If you see them around town, clearly they have survived or maybe they are just barely surviving. Either way, Baberton welcomes you! Enjoy your stay.

Bio:

Selena was born in London, raised by her parents alongside her older brother and sister, Peyton and Matt.

She was seven when they went away to Baberton and eleven when Matt was killed in a hit and run in that very town.

Being so much younger than her siblings, it was difficult for her to connect with them on the level she’d have liked - they were always so many more steps ahead of her and they were always at different points of their lives. Then Matt was gone and Peyton was in a haze of depression, still in Baberton hours away from Selena.

Moved to Baberton when she was seventeen. Her parents relocated there to be closer to Peyton and the rest of the family and at the time Selena had been living at home without a job.

She didn’t mind it in Baberton, especially with the killings over and done with. She especially liked the river, the lake and the beach.

Selena has always loved aquatic life and being in and around water, so getting a job at the aquarium just seemed like the most logical next step.

She feels a little set apart from the rest of the Ford family, a little too on the sidelines, a bit left out. She doesn’t like it but it’s just the way it is.

SECRETS:

Witnessed a murder when she was just a kid. She was walking home from gymnastics one day after school and she took a shortcut as it was dark. She saw a woman beaten to death and she fled the scene, too traumatised to say a word. It messed with her mind for years, causing nightmares and anxiety.

Doesn’t always feel connected to people, be it in general or those close to her. Selena always feels on the outside, like she’s in a bubble.

#takenf #claire holt #selena #murder tw

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httpswellsbury · 2 years

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❛ in a world full of people who know you... it’s very few who actually see you. ❜

first name: paris last name: lockwood gender/pronouns: female ; she/her age: 31 birthday: monday, september current residence: north wellsbury current occupation: lawyer at L&L law firm faceclaim: sasha banks secret: paris made shady deals to get close friends and family out of trouble and using the firm's money to make those transactions. who knows your secret: mom, dad, ex boyfriend.

#taken #takenf #sasha banks

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bravenewolympus--hq · 6 days

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𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚𝒙𝒆𝒏𝒂, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

#city rp #mature rp #21+ rp #older muses rp #discord rp #heroes and mortals #female skeleton #taken skeleton #taken female skeleton #taken f #takenf #taken female #polyxena

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truthorconsequencesrp · 9 months

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EVELYNN GONZALES

CHARACTER NAME: Evelynn Gonzales FACECLAIM: Camila Mendes AGE: Twenty-seven GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: August 17th, 1995 // Leo OCCUPATION: Blackstone Lodge Receptionist HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN T OR C: Twenty-seven years NEIGHBORHOOD: Bath District SONG THAT SUITS THEM: Calaveritas by Ana Tijoux

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Anxiety

ABOUT

Born and raised in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Her parents were well-off when they started their family, but not wealthy by any means or affluent. Though, all three are well known for helping out and being a part of the community. They attend town events, help fundraise, are always one to stop their car if someone get stranded, etc.

Eve tried to go to college and do the usual thing, follow the usual life path, but it just wasn’t for her. She dropped out two years in following a nervous breakdown. It was around this time she was formally diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety as well.

Returning home, her mother got her a job at the Blackstone Lodge as a maid cleaning rooms. It was actually her first job, because her family was well-off enough for her not to have to work during her teenage years. Once there, she bonded quickly with her coworkers and came to love the feeling of working for her own money instead of relying on her parents. Of course, she still lives with them to put save money for her own eventual home, but that's an aside.

Eve ended up applying as a receptionist when the opportunity came along a few years ago, and she's been one ever since.

Work is actually where she met her current girlfriend, and now the trouble is that she wants Eve to move in even though tradition and her own feelings dictate that she have a house instead of an apartment to come home to when living with another person. It's a silly detail when there's so much love between them they should be happy living even in a trailer, but Eve wants to provide the best she can, and she feels like she can't do that just yet.

(NIKO, 27, MST, THEY/THEM)

#oc rp #town rp #new rp #takenf #bath district #evelynn gonzales

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lasriohq · 1 year

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Full Name: Leah Montogmery

Face Claim: Zoey Deutch

Pronouns/Gender: cis-female, she/her

Birthday: January 14th / 24

Birth place: Ansbach, Germany

How long have they been in town?: Around a week

Occupation: Yoga Instructor/Personal Trainer

Family: Jade (niece), Juliet (sister), Michael Montgomery (father), Rosemary Reynolds (cousin)

biography:

Trigger warnings: Death, Pre-Mature Labor, Military Mention.

Born during early labor, a tragedy to behold, Leah spent the first few weeks of her life fighting for her life. As though the world intended for her to learn early on that life wouldn't be as peachy as some may hope, with her mother lost to complications and her family split in the drama that followed the sad news, the girl was left to grow up with her caring older sister and her aunt around her. With her father away on deployment, Leah always felt as though there was a rift between them. While the family itself - aunt, sister and her father - was loving, it still didn't feel like the normal family everyone around seemed to have.

Sometime, years later they moved across the country to Raleigh. Leah never fully understood why the sudden move was made but was far too young to understand just what had happened. After all their aunt had the perfect explanation and thus no questions were asked. It was only until her sister moved in with their other aunt, so very far away that she got wind that something else may be up.

Unlike her sister, Leah never got to see the world and instead grew up in Raleigh, very desperately wanting to get out. The girl had big dreams, thinking that acting was where she saw her life going and thus put everything into it. It was her own way of finding means to express herself; something the girl lacked when it came to her stubborn aunt. Still, eventually the teenager hit her rebellious phase, turning into the most typical, demanding teenager one could have ever encountered. She was ambitious, yet exhausting to be around at times. There was the question as to why her father wasn't around, a mix of feeling like he was too busy and of course, the deeply ingrained feeling that the loss of her mother was somehow her fault. And she missed her sister, desperately. It was a mess.

First chance given, applications were sent out to all the universities and schools that could offer her acting and be as far as possible from the life she had known. It was around that time that Leah reached out to her sister. Despite everything, Leah felt as lost as anyone ever could have. Months after being accepted to Juilliard on a scholarship and moving to New York to pursue her dream, her life crashed and burned. Acting was her love but why did she feel so confused? Why did it feel as though she was walking through life with a mask on?

After a nasty breakup, Leah found herself visiting her sister. Las Rio seemed peaceful in comparison to the big city; calming to the mind. She found herself, after so many years, finally able to let go and relax. Wondering if there was more to that, Leah went back to Juilliard yet noticed just how much she struggled to fit back in. The weeks in Las Rio had changed her and also given her a new direction to go. Instead of continuing with acting, the young woman instead directed her focus toward the idea of helping others let go of things. Las Rio had given her plenty of ideas and so she switched to the different university, swapped courses and made her way towards a healthier life.

Years later she found herself back in Las Rio, freshly having opened her own Yoga Studio, working as a personal trainer on the side. Her life, once a chaotic whirlwind, finally in her control - or so it seems.

Connections:

Besties for life ; the best friend that Juliet met when they were both in college, eventually parting ways but reuniting once again after some time spent apart

(Ex)-boyfriend ; someone Leah left behind when leaving New York or Seattle, perhaps even someone she still cares for or someone entirely new

Fierce Competion ; someone who can compete with Leah for the top spot in the personal trainer area

#taken #takenf #Leah Montgomery

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jen-from-oz · 3 days

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Possible there is a spark of Genius.

I am well aware that over the years I have used various insults, derogatory terms and takenf every opportunity to show what a clown my husband is. But… Possible there is a spark of Genius.

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wdpa-rp · 2 years

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Meet Jasmine Kouri! Word on the street is that she bears a striking resemblance to Medalion Rahimi. She’s a Gender Studies Grad Student at WDPA. Currently, she’s taken.

→ Once Upon A Time.

Born to Iranian ambassadors stationed in Dubai, Jasmine’s always had a love for seeing the world and traveling with her parents. She’s fluent in many languages, her top three being English, Arabic, and French and she loves confusing people by pretending she knows how to speak only one.

Jasmine was always known to be an adventurous and headstrong little girl, often sneaking out of their luxurious home in Dubai, to explore the world around her. Much to her parents’ chagrin, she was headstrong and opinionated, often voicing the injustices around them and rallying for those that couldn’t speak up for themselves.

This voice only grew and when it came time for her to start looking for suitors in order to get married, Jasmine Kouri put her foot down once again, claiming that she was not a prize to be won nor the property of a man. Her parents knew that her headstrong personality could be a danger for her at home and they granted their daughter’s wish to not marry, but instead study abroad in sunny Santa Monica.

→ The Road So Far.

After years being spent under the California sun, Jasmine’s parents often tease that she’s become more American by the day. She’s often pictured out in the sun, riding her bike, or trying new foods around the city. She enjoys the drastic change of her life as she feels that she’s grown more into herself and into her own voice.

She enjoys her freedom to do whatever she wants, within reason, and after graduating in gender studies and political science, she’s a TA for her gender studies class and is an acclaimed intern for the Santa Monica Times.

Of course, now that she’s towards the midpoint of her 20s, her parents are beginning to put more pressure into getting married and it’s beginning to stress the young woman out. She personally doesn’t feel any less of a woman, any less of a human, if she’s single and successful.

→ The Vices & Virtues.

+ Independent, Headstrong, Humble

- Stubborn, Disobedient, Cunning

→ Are You A Friend or Foe?

Elsa Arendelle

Ali Sheik

Rajah Khan

#Medalion Rahimi #animated rpg #disney rp #disney rpg #princess jasmine #aladdin #c #takenf #cl

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happiestplacehq · 9 months

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THALIA RYAN is thirty-six years old. She is a Comedian and a member of The Muses. She is the humanized version of Thalia from the Disney film, Hercules.

+ Funny, Energetic, Honest - Uncouth, Tactless, Compulsive

ABOUT THALIA

For as long as anyone could remember, Thalia Ryan was the life and soul of the party. With jokes for days, fearless fun having and her ability to hold court whenever she opened her mouth, it was no surprise to anyone that knew her when she shot to stardom in the comedy world. She possessed an infectious energy that was rare to find in a male dominated industry and adding her quick wit to the pot, Thalia found her space in on the stage as early as she could talk. She honed in on her craft the more she experienced life and made jokes of any and all of her life disasters. Job interviews, love life, and disastrous embarrassments, nothing was off limits.

Thalia wouldn’t find her step to stardom until college where she met wider community that really pulled her into her hometown comedy scene. In between her studies, her jobs and general shenanigans, she ended up doing some small performances which led to voluntary stand up shows when she found she needed an outlet. It wasn’t long before she was selling out shows and earning paycheques for getting to crack some laughs. Thalia was living the dream. But what was comedy without an existential crisis and crippling imposter syndrome. As much as she loved comedy, it wasn’t covering all costs for a fashionable funny lady on the go (apartment included).

Realising she was going to have to get a side hustle going to survive, Thalia started her own podcast called “and that’s the gospel truth” that allowed her to run her mouth about pop culture and continue with her comedy. When life was looking up, it got even better when she met Lucius Best. A hunky dreamboat and if she had it her way she would have slapped his face on every vase because that man was a piece of art.

Married life was great, for a while. When they were good, they were great. But when things were off they struggled to recover and eventually their relationship ended amicably with them citing irreconcilable differences when the divorce papers were filed. There wasn’t one reason they were divorcing, but there wan’t a main reason either. It left Thalia in limbo for a while and she found it daunting to start over.

Coping the only way she knew how, Thalia dived into work and found herself back on the comedy scene and she was killing it. During a comedy improv night that she was introduced to Calliope, Clio and Melanie of The Muses fame and as they say, the rest was history.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION*

Classically trained trumpet player

Creator & Host of ‘And that’s the gospel truth’ podcast

Didn’t take the divorce from Lucius as well as she acted like she did

CONNECTIONS

Calliope Lillias, Clio Thomas & Melanie Poe - The only members of The Muses at the time of Thalia’s joining, they really helped her out after her divorce. Lucius Best - Thalia’s ex-husband. They were right for each other, until they weren’t. Their relationship ended amicably. Terena Chanze - The youngest of The Muses, Thalia really pushed for Terena to join the group, thinking she would bring in a nice bit of youthful spirit.

Thalia is currently unavailable. Her faceclaim is Da'vine Joy Randolph.

#disney rp #disney roleplay #lsrpg #ouat rp #fairytale rp #town rp #mystery rp #hercules #all #taken #takenf

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senatushq · 5 months

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NAME. Kafziel AGE & BIRTH DATE. Prehistoric & Unknown GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Seraphim VARIANT. Blessed OCCUPATION. Florist at Thistle House FACE CLAIM. Rebecca Rittenhouse

biography

Kafziel is an angel of old, she led where some sought more to follow and naturally taking on an older sibling role despite how they were all created together led to her following her fathers commandments closely, fearing the idea of being a failure and disappointment. She sought to be a beacon of glory and justice, raising her sword to fight the dominion of devils that threatened the cosmos and creation of Earth, pushing the darkness back, her sword burned with a magnificent light and she acted in complete accordance to Ulthar's will.

She did not tire nor grow weary as the battle continued for the salvation of those that would come after the Seraphim. Landscapes changed around them and still tirelessly she fought to ensure that her fathers splendor and beauty would triumph over any evil that threatened the new world that had only recently began to spin on its axis.

Kafziel was terrifying in her first angelic form, hundreds of wings battered against anyone that tried to claim darkness over the realm, a thousand eyes to cast judgement and a blinding light that radiated around her form and would eviscerate the second of Ulthar's creations should they gaze upon her true angelic shape.

Eventually the Seraphim's power would grow too holy to behold, humans were burnt to a crisp, their bones turned to ash and the first unlucky ones to gaze upon the Seraphim's lights were left with burnt out holes where their eyes had been and a smell of smoke that forever lingered as if their sockets were burning still. Death would have been a kinder fate than to gaze upon an angel. Ulthar choosing kindness over glory bound their form to the divine realm as they caused destruction wherever they stepped on the mortal realm, scorched earth that could produce no life and they were commanded that they were to only enter the mortal realm if they got permission to possess a human host.

Some of Kafziel's siblings fought against such orders and the great war of the Seraphim began, brothers fought against brothers and sisters raised their blades to each other. Kafziel did not hesitate as she stripped the divinity of the siblings that she had helped guide, believing them beyond redemption if they were so willing to turn from Ulthar.

The fallen were banished from the divine realm and so some found space in the mortal realm and some retreated into the Inferno to join in legion with the greater demons that fought alongside them in the name of Lucifer's army. Kafziel and her siblings found their positions to serve the throne that Ulthar sat upon or to keep record of the events throughout humanity. Four of her siblings left the divine realm to warn the world down below of the ending of days and the four horsemen left the divine kingdom and it marked the beginning of the end for their celestial kind. Kafziel didn't know it at the time the reckoning it would bring about for the siblings that remained locked behind the pearly gate.

The end didn't come at once but slowly, it was as if a severance had begun and Ulthar's children that he once adored began to be closed off from him as if he was preparing for a goodbye. Ganymede moved into the divine palace and his love and adoration for the Seraphim echoed and amplified how Ulthar did not carry love for his creations any more. Ganymede's words soothed any fears that began to develop and it was not in their nature to question their holy father and part of that is why so many great warriors gave easily into the slaughter.

Kafziel won't be able to ever forget the day Ulthar turned to her, a hungry look in his eyes and a coldness seeped into her brilliant light, warning her to run before his teeth latched onto her throat and he feasted on his children. Her screams of agony and fear fell on deaf ears as her siblings raised their weapons towards the cruel monster that their father had began, she screamed for them to run, to flee for their lives and she watched as they got extinguished one by one as he saved her for last.

Blood soaked his chin and his hands had become dirtied with gore, he reached for her and she evaded him, soaring from their kingdom and refusing to look back even as her true home burned behind her. The pearly gates melted by the heat of the flames and Ulthar full on his creation and children departed from the divine realm leaving a bloodbath and horror scene behind him.

She witnessed as Eden fell and she knew the world that she had left behind would not be as she remembered it, she knew the four horsemen had departed for the mortal realm and it was her remaining siblings that she sought to tell them of how their siblings had all been slained by their father and there was no one looking out for them. There was a women who prayed to be used for a higher purpose, to be something near divine and it was her prayers that Kazfiel answered, appearing to the women in a blood stained light, it was a terrifying sight as the cosmos appeared before her and as she invited the angel inside, Kazfiel took possession and searched for her remaining siblings.

War had come to the land and she had lost her sister, one of many and yet the Earth ached for death had never been so kind and they would have to go on without her. Kafziel had never been human and never would be but she knew that there was no heaven after this, no pearly gates awaited them, all they had was the Earth down below and even if existence so far had been proved to be pain, she hadn't laid down and died because her father whose orders she had always followed wished it so. She listened to her inner voice that urged her to live even if it meant torment and isolation, she wasn't a light about to go out but a terror that had been made anew.

personality

+ Headstrong, confident, ruthless – Tormented, self-isolating, judgmental

played by amy. pst. she/her.

#the runaway #takenc #takenf #takenseraphim

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mobscene-london · 2 years

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Hasan Demir. AGE: 38. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Haringey Resistance. OCCUPATION: Gang Leader. FACE CLAIM: Berk Cankat. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

Having a father like his always meant carrying the heavy burden of expectation.

Funnily enough, though, it never came from him.

Mehmet Demir: the best friend and most trusted confidant of their gang’s once beloved leader, Mustafa Doğulu. Naturally, the borough of Haringey had its fair share of rival gangs fighting for dominance over the years, but there was always one which managed to remain on top. That was as much his family’s achievement as it was Doğulu’s—no matter how quick his humble father was to shrug the credit off—and Hasan had always been so proud of him for it.

Still was.

There had never been a single doubt or hesitation in Hasan’s mind that he would follow in his footsteps. Unlike some of his friends who didn’t learn until much later what their families were caught up in, Mehmet never hid his work from his children. The reality was filtered, of course, and he protected them—Ayda, in particular— from the harsher side until they were old enough to fully understand. But he never lied. Never pretended to live a normal life. Mehmet was the kind of man that Haringey needed more of, and had he been at the helm instead of propping up the man who was, Hasan wonders how differently things might’ve looked for them today. Whether they would’ve caved to the Rutherford family so readily.

The man had picked up on his son’s eagerness to become involved quickly because Hasan had never made a secret of it. It probably seemed dysfunctional to those on the outside; that any father would embrace their child’s interest instead of discouraging it. That was where his and Kerem’s father differed most, he supposed. Whilst Kerem was always pushed to be better—as if the way they led their lives was something to be ashamed of—Hasan had been encouraged to excel in whatever he chose. And he chose Haringey.

Looking back on his childhood now, he realises it was a privilege. The young boy was invited into places that others worked their whole lives to be accepted into; sat on the knees of men he saw as uncles, instead of some of the most dangerous men to roam the city.

They all saw his potential, and Hasan would not disappoint them.

Until the Rutherford family, the wars they fought had mostly been petty territorial disputes with the Indian gangs who rivalled their presence in the drug market. Things had changed in his mid-teenage years, though, and as the British swept in and violently demanded the compliance of both sides, tensions between the Turkish and Indian gangs reached breaking point. The Rutherfords were playing them; supporting the uprising of one over the other so that they could regulate product income. If only one gang ruled, they’d stop undercutting each other’s prices to try and keep the bigger share of the market, and that ultimately meant that the profits they were forced to pay up to their overlords would be higher.

Pretty smart, he'd admit, but a devastating outlook for an already struggling borough.

Eventually, it was the Turks who proved victorious, and Hasan had much to do with that in his early twenties, where he cultivated an ultra-violent reputation that sent ripples through Haringey and beyond. Though some remnants of the dysfunctional South Asian gangs remained, the majority of them instead chose to pledge their services to the Rutherford family directly now that no scraps remained to be fought over. Not that it helped tensions much. They were all still wary of bumping into any of their Indian rivals on the streets. Just because they served the same masters these days, didn’t mean that the confrontation was any less bloody. And as long as they were still making the British money, the Rutherford family didn’t care to intervene in their petty disagreements.

Hasan begrudged every fucking penny they passed up to the scum, though, and whilst he wasn’t the only one, he was absolutely the most outspoken about it.

Like the rest, for a while, he complied because he saw no choice in the matter.

But as the years passed, he, and many others, began to notice that the Rutherfords were not as infallible as they would have the city believe. Their then fresh conflict with the French was growing more turbulent as each day passed, and whilst many in the borough saw it as a concern for the future, Hasan looked at it as an opportunity. If they were distracted by such a formidable enemy, it seemed unlikely that the happenings in a part of London they looked at with so much disdain would be at the forefront of their mind. Yes, the money they raked in from the Turkish-dominated heroin trade was huge, but they were losing people—the important kind—left, right, and fucking centre.

If there was ever going to be a time to stand up to them, this their best shot.

Back then, his fellow Turks hadn’t felt the same. Fear, probably.

It was fucking pathetic to see what they’d been reduced to.

Despite mild protest from his father—more out of concern for his son’s welfare than believing it was a bad idea—Hasan decided that enough was enough. Hiding behind the chaos of the French war, he would bring together all those who did agree with him, and set aside a new power in Haringey that would refuse to bow down to the Rutherfords. Or any other family who might’ve wanted a slice of their action, for that matter. This was their home. Their history. Their legacy that’d been stripped from them. Doubters said it was wasted effort—that attempting to go against London’s ruling family was akin to suicide—but Hasan didn’t think so, and refused to be discouraged by people so consumed by their own fear. Confident that he could unify a borough which unequivocally resented British occupation, he used his father’s connections to secure his own product.

Higher risk meant the suppliers demanded more from him, but it was a price he was willing to pay when his gang was going to point-blank refuse to pass any of the profits up to the Rutherfords.

Kerem didn’t deserve, and never would, the title that his father had pledged would be his someday. Azra was an embarrassing fucking sell-out; using what little talent she had to act as a mediator between the pathetic remnants of a gang and their rulers. Berat would’ve been a useful addition to his growing resistance, but even if he’d asked, Hasan knew he was too loyal to his best friend to agree. But he soon realised familial connections no longer mattered. What was happening transcended it all. They weren’t loyal to what the Turks once were, so why the fuck should he be loyal to them? The numbers he’d managed to secure for his gang were significant enough to inspire new confidence—whispers amongst even those who avoided gang life that things might be changing in Haringey—and Hasan was more than ready to be at the forefront of it all.

For almost two and a half decades, he had worked for this.

Learnt from the best. Did what needed to be done to secure their future without question. Bloodied his hands in ways he couldn’t even tell his own father.

Many in Haringey were ruthless—past and present conflict meant you had to be to survive—but few had ever been as brutal as Hasan; hell-bent on taking his home back, no matter the cost.

He knew he was to be feared, and soon, so would his enemies.

Not even God would be able to help those who stood between Haringey and its rightful rulers. And Hasan Demir would be the one to make sure of that.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: Mehmet Demir (father, unplayable), Unnamed mother (unplayable), Ayda Demir (sister), three, as yet unnamed younger brothers. CONNECTIONS:

Ayda Demir: Little sister. Older brothers usually have a protective streak, particularly when their sister is as kind a soul as Ayda, but Haringey made his a mile fucking long. They are incredibly close, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her, or his other siblings, safe. Whilst he hasn’t been honest about his plans for the gang (partly because he doesn’t want to worry her, partly because he doesn’t want to put her in an uncomfortable situation with her friends) Hasan refuses to let her be caught up in any of the fallout. That is a priority.

Emre Avşar: Best friend. Hasan’s best friend. Closest confidant. Brother. There is nobody else he would trust to be his right-hand-man going forward, and he knows that he’s lucky to have him on board. And, unlike the way his father was treated by Mustafa, Hasan refuses to allow him to feel side-lined. They’re in this together, and their leadership is shared. Just as it will always be.

Elif Ateş: Friend. There is little he values as much as loyalty, and to see that she gave up everything to return home to Haringey proved she had plenty of it. When Elif severed all connections to the Rutherfords, turning her back on her traitor father and brother in the process, Hasan had welcomed her back to the borough with open arms; the sin rested squarely on her father’s shoulders, and he refused to punish her for them. Since then, her opposition to the British has only grown, and he greatly admires her dedication to their gang.

Kerem Doğulu: Dislikes. To see him handed respect on the basis of his father’s achievements instead of what he’s earned through his own work, frustrates Hasan immensely. They can fumble around like idiots, serving their British fucking masters, but when Haringey is returned to the Turks, Kerem will find his place as a subordinate, or not have a place in their borough at all.

Ayaz Ateş: Enemy. Former friend. Fuck the traitor. Anybody who associates with the Rutherfords is a piece of shit in his mind, but a fellow Turk who chose them over his own home? That’s the lowest of the low. Once friend or not, Hasan hopes he gets to be the one to put the bullet between his fucking eyes.

#turkish #berk cankat #taken #takenf #hasandemir

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riverwoodhq · 11 months

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❝DON’T LOOK FOR THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL. BE THE LIGHT. ❞

CHARACTER’S NAME: UTP AGE & PRONOUNS: 21-23, UTP POSSIBLE FACECLAIMS: Kj Apa, Alex Fitzalan, Tilly Keeper, Jordan Alexander, Willa Fitzgerald, Greta Onieogou CHARACTER’S JOB: Student at East Mount Academy HOMETOWN: UTP

THE ROLE MODEL

The Role Model develops a following of people around them by using their relationship-oriented focus and an ability to create a vision and inspire others to follow it. They have firm ethical values which they will stick to. The Role Model is always active rather than passive, with their actions making a difference to the outcome of situations – they will not simply accept the status quo or sit back with the attitude of ‘what will be, will be’. Rather, they set out to make things happen and to take others along with them on that journey.

ABOUT

The Role Model is known around campus to be uninterested in the power-driven nature of the school’s hierarchy. Despite their family’s legacy, they refuse to join certain cliques and could care less about honoring old traditions that belittle and exclude other people. Their parents aren’t sure if they should be proud of this fact, or let down. They want them to experience everything they did when they were students at East Mount Academy. They were the best years of their lives. But at the same time, they know they raised a young adult who will make all the right choices. However, their intent to keep their friends safe from harm means they are not immune to making unwise decisions out of desperation to protect them. Likewise, their desire to see the best in people and their trusting nature has been shown to create problems in their life as well. Regardless, their moral code hasn’t faltered despite all the pressure and temptations.

CONNECTIONS

THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLY — The Role Model and The Social Butterfly have become best friends this year. They hit it off over the summer and started the new school year attached at the hip. The Role Model is against The Social Butterfly’s relationship with The Troublemaker. Every time he makes her cry, The Role Model has to pick up the pieces and remind her that she would be better off without him. The Social Butterfly wishes she could be more like The Role Model. So strong and authentic. But while The Role Model is who they say they are, The Social Butterfly hasn’t come out of her cocoon yet and therefore doesn’t know who she is.

THE JESTER — When The Jester and The Role Model got paired up in class to work on an assignment together, their notebooks got mixed up and The Role Model brought home something labeled “The Playbook” — a book that lists all of the jocks’ sexual conquests, ranked from most kinkiest to most vanilla. Not everything in the book is accurate, some of the guys wrote lies in there just to sound like they’ve done more than they have, or to give a girl a poor reputation after being rejected or dumped. The Role Model uses the notebook against The Jester. The Role Model has one condition: The Jester has to keep his best friend The Troublemaker in line, meaning, if he breaks The Social Butterfly’s heart one more time, they’ll take the hideous Playbook to the Dean.

THE MISFIT — Over summer vacation, The Role Model found out their mother was having an affair with The Misfit’s father. The Role Model made the decision to tell The Misfit and they both agreed on a pact to tell their unsuspecting parent the bad news. Afterward, both of their families were ruined. Filled with regret, the Misfit blames the Role Model for getting involved. Now both their parents are filing for divorce. If things keep going the way they’re going — The Role Model and The Misfit might become step-siblings.

THIS CHARACTER IS CURRENTLY TAKEN AND PLAYED BY MINT

#slasher rp #mature rp #lsrp #city rp #small town rp #bio rp #bio #skeleton #the role model #takenf #taken

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secretsummernextgen · 2 years

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[FEMALE, SHE/HER]. Hey, is that [ELIZBETH LAIL], no that is just [NICOLE BREWER] around Baberton. I heard they are [25] years old, and their birthday is [JULY 2ND] and they’re [BISEXUAL]. They can mainly be found working as [NURSE] and they have been in town [EIGHT MONTHS]. Some say they are [LOYAL, DEDICATED, PATIENT] and can be [CLOSED-OFF, PESSIMISTIC, DEFENSIVE]. If you see them around town, clearly they have survived or maybe they are just barely surviving. Either way, Baberton welcomes you! Enjoy your stay.

Bio:

Nicole was born to Maxine Cartwright and given up, she got adopted by the Brewer family. She is five years younger than her adoptive brother Adam.

The Brewers had money and always made sure that the children always got the best education and made sure they had the best of everything. Nicole was always a smart child, maybe a little bit nerdy and geeky but she got good grades along with being the captain of the cheer squad.

During college she met a man named Cameron Harrow, he was older then her by seven years but also very charming and she fell for him. After she graduated she got a job at the local hospital all while dating Cameron still.

They had been together for two years and that was when the abuse and him trying to control her started. Cameron popped the question in front of all of their family and friends. Which backed her into a corner and she said yes. Hoping that would change him but it didn’t.

As time went on she found herself isolated from her old friends and even her family because of Cameron. She also quit her job because he insisted that she did. And she didn’t want to anger him because it seemed like the smallest thing set him off.

During the last fight that the two of them had, Cameron beat her pretty good, breaking a couple of her ribs and her face was all black and blue. She ended up losing the baby that she had no idea that she was even pregnant with.

After that, Nicole made the decision to leave for good. Before this went down, Nicole had hired a private investigator to look into her birth mother. She had no idea who the woman was, and all the investigator found out was that she was from a town named Baberton.

So when Nicole left Cameron that is where she went to, she ended up deleting her social medias, got rid of her old phone, anything that Cameron could use to track her down.

Her brother Adam, ended up finding her and she told him everything that Cameron had done. He ended up moving into her building to protect her and she does feel safer with Adam around.

Recently she met someone by the name of Oliver Meyers and the two of them started dating, but Cameron has also recently came to Baberton and that scares her because she has no idea what is going to do once he finds out about Oliver.

Secrets:

Was both physically and mentally abused by her husband Cameron Harrow. During their last fight, Cameron ended up beating her pretty badly and she lost her baby that she hadn’t known about. She is scared to death of him and her fear is only growing now that he is in Baberton.

She is still technically married to Cameron still. When she left it was while he was gone, she didn’t say a word just packed up everything and left. No note, no anything.

While she was with Cameron, she had tracked her birth mother down, granted she doesn’t have a name yet just a location. Which was Baberton. She has no idea that her birth mother is Maxine Cartwright.

#nicole #takenf #elizabeth lail #abuse tw

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