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*exhales into the mic* what’s up miles nation --- my name is mac, short for macaroni and cheese. i live on the west coast, i’m of legal drinking age in the US and i go by she / they pronouns ! this rp honestly looks so cute that i had to bring madeline, a character i indie’d for a hot second but really loved writing. take a look under the cut to know more about her and drop me a dm either here or on discord ( 𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙, 𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈#3596 ) if you wanna plot !!
THE GOOGLE SEARCH
⋆ ° ⟡ ( LEE SUNG KYUNG, twenty-eight, cis female, she/her ) i saw HYEJEONG “MADELINE” BAEK at the winter palace. did you know that the HEIRESS is originally from SOUTH KOREA? i heard they can be quite BRATTY, but also LOYAL. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because HER PARENTS WANT HER TO SETTLE DOWN, but you never know. FRONT SEAT AT FASHION WEEK, RED LIPSTICK STAINS ON WHISKEY GLASSES, and A PRIVATE JET READY TO FLY TO THE NEAREST LUXURY RESORT always remind me of them.
THE WIKIPEDIA PAGE
you’ve seen the dramas. the young and disillusioned chaebol heirs, with their noses turned up at the common folk they toy with. their mothers, a cold and manipulating force with a check ready to ward off any suitors unfit for their children. their fathers, distant and perpetually too busy with work to spend an ounce of their time with their families. they live in their own world, untouchable and impenetrable to the public as they live their lives planned out to the second, all before they’re even given the chance to think for themselves. and maybe it was true, for some people, but it wasn’t true for madeline.
growing up in one of the most important families in south korea, madeline never wanted for anything she couldn’t have. toys, sweets, even spontaneous trips to amusement parks were always given to her without hesitation by the people who were raising her. of course, she still saw her parents at dinnertime: but her parents weren’t as cold and distant like you would expect. sure, they were busy – they were running one of the biggest companies in the country – but they still managed to take an hour out of their busy schedule to spend some time with their children. it was a loving household as much as it could be, with madeline and her older brother being raised by the au pairs and house keepers around their countryside villa, spending most of their time in their own little bubble. madeline just thought this was how all families were, how all childhoods were. she didn’t even realize how much her name was worth, or how important her family was until she entered school.
she enrolled in private school at around eight years old, having been tutored privately before that. it was a change from her old ways, suddenly immersed in an environment where everyone had everything to say. there were children of similar high social, economic, and political status, who weren’t afraid to sharing who they were related to and what their parents did.
madeline felt uneasy by it all, not used to talking about how much her family made, or how much more privileged she was than other students. but she still fell into a group, out of fear of loneliness. they were kids like her, children of extremely wealthy business owners, who became some of her closest friends.
madeline wasn’t so much the sweet girl she once was. being around those kids who knew the power of their wealth turned her sour. she was, for lack of a better word, a brat, then on; pushing the limits of what she could do to those around her and what those around her could do for her. she was the ice queen, the mean girl, the rich bitch. she was superficial, demeaning, demanding. she put up the front of who these people wanted her to be, and excelled at it.
but she was also one her circle of friends could come to. she was their confidante, their shoulder to cry on, someone they could trust. she held her friends’ hands as their parents went through divorces, defended them as scandals poured out into the public, and offered a place to stay when things at home turned nuclear. madeline ended up caring for the people who were compensating for the lack of compassion and intimacy in their earlier years because she understood what lives they lived.
she considered herself lucky that her parents still cared. and that they allowed her to do what she pleased so long as she was safe and didn’t jeopardize the family name. she couldn’t say the same for her friends. it dawned on her early on that their lives were not theirs to live, that every detail, from what they would study in school to how many children they would have, was decided for them. they were heirs, after all. and the fact that madeline didn’t have that expectation on her eventually drove a wedge between her and the others. so she was left in the dust, with the people in her social circles moving on with their lives, leaving madeline to find something – anything to occupy her time.
as the youngest child and only daughter to the ceo of one of south korea’s largest and most established conglomerates, there wasn’t a place for her in the company like there was for her older brother. so after university, she decided she had the freedom to do whatever and whomever she wanted, leaving a trail of broken glass and broken hearts behind her in the prime of her twenties. she became a social media influencer -- getting paid to go to events, to frequent resorts and hotels, to be merely photographed with a designer handbag -- and traveled the world meeting new people and paving her own way apart from the corporate image her family had cultivated.
madeline’s life was a mile high until about two months ago when her father was hospitalized from a minor heart attack. her brother had finally gotten a hold of her after hours of her being awol, partying up in dubai with her latest girlfriend. he had been furious when she answered, nearly forgetting to tell her why he had called in the first place, and summoned her back to seoul. her father had turned out to be okay, in the end, but it was still scary to think she could have missed him had it been more severe and had she actually been unreachable.
her brother and mother ganged up on her while her father made a decision. it was time for madeline to settle down; time for her to be serious about her life and to start being worthy of her family name. no matter how much she would kick and scream about it, she knew it was futile. she cut down on plain disappearing for months at a time and started to receive possible betrothals, though it was plenty difficult to find one in a country as socially conservative as south korea on account of madeline being a “big fat lesbian”.
her parents had just begun to widen their radius, researching bachelorettes from around the world, when the news of crown princess mignonette’s search for a spouse. madeline thought it was a joke that her parents wanted her to throw her hat into the ring until she was seated onto a plane bound for genovia. madeline thinks it’s a long shot to court the crown princess, but at least she’s getting a vacation out of it.
THE MATCH.COM PROFILE
- madeline is a partial heiress to one of south korea’s largest and most established conglomerates, baek100. founded a short time after the korean war, baek100 has a stake in nearly every aspect of people’s lives: apartment complexes, motor engines for public buses, kitchen appliances, cosmetics, department stores, flash-frozen foods, and several branches of entertainment. accumulating a worth of over 10 trillion won ( approx. 9 billion usd ) -- not including the family’s own separate private investments -- the company has contributed greatly to the mass boom in south korea’s gdp in the last three generations.
- while madeline had most of her schooling done in south korea, she spent her university years in the united states, graduating in public relations from usc in southern california. it is in university when she started going by madeline because she was tired of her professors butchering her given name. ( “is there a hi-jung here ? a hi-jung bake ?” )
- she gay. if that wasn’t clear in her being in genovia to court the princess, i’m saying it now. she came out to her parents when they tried to arrange a marriage to the son of a family friend when she was sixteen. they have been surprisingly supportive of her being a lesbian and have made her the poster child of their lgbt campaigns during pride month. ( evidently her mother has also been sending her articles about the emerging science behind two women being able to have a baby without a sperm donor )
- because of her status as a social media influencer, she’s been able to make her own money separate from what she gets from her family. although her endorsement deals are not a match from what her trust fund provides for her, it still fills her with pride when her personal bank account adds on another digit to it’s overall balance. she can easily live a humble life off it, but the influencer gig is really just for fun and only started because someone offered to pay her to show up to their birthday party.
THE FACEBOOK FRIENDS
- close friends. madeline is the type to offer up her life for the people she loves and her tight knit group of friends know this. it could be that they grew up knowing each other or just ended up falling into the same circles, but her life is better because of you and vice versa.
- enemies / frenemies. as loyal and compassionate as she can be to those she’s close to, she can be equally bratty and materialistic to just about anyone. madeline’s personality is not for everyone and she can get a little catty if she feels she needs to be on the defensive.
- exes. first love or passing fling, madeline has always found herself someone to keep herself from feeling lonely. now that she’s trying to buckle down and find a wife, that may irk you considering she was never one to be in a serious committed relationship when you were together.
- social circle. not quite ride or dies, but you see each other at events often enough to know one another well. she respects you and your family enough to walk up to you first, to invite you to places, and to argue about picking up the dinner tab with you.
- brother (wc). while madeline is a bit of the black sheep, she is still considerably close with her family and this is especially true with her brother. on the outside madeline and her older brother are opposites but they are more complimentary than people might think. she respects her brother and knows he wants the best for her.
- mother’s assistant (wc). one of her mother’s many assistants tasked with accompanying madeline to genovia to keep tabs on her. y/m basically reports things back to her mom if she’s misbehaving but she’s constantly trying to go off and do things she’s not supposed to.
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( SAOIRSE RONAN, twenty-five, female, she/her ) has HONORA TIERNEY FITZGERALD OF KILDARE, the PRINCESS from IRELAND arrived yet? i heard they can be quite BITING, but also GRACEFUL. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia to STUDY BALLET WITH PERDITA, but you never know. SHARP EDGES OF A NEW PAIR OF POINTE SHOES, SILKY PINK LIPS READY TO POUT, THE HARD SMACK OF A BOOK AGAINST THE GROUND always remind me of them.
she is baby, that’s all you need to know
grew up as the pampered princess, put into ballet and all the good classical shit from a young age
she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll get drunk with you but your mom will still like her better
she’s also a new muse of mine so all of this is subject to change because i know Nothing about her
somewhat cousins with the british fams, but like, second cousins
she also believes she is patently Better than they are
a media darling and not half bad at ballet but she mostly made principle in her company because she’s... well .... the princess
she has many older siblings including the new king so gimme !!!
wide open for wcs. i’d love some of her fellow dancers, some exes (she’s bi), friends, people she went to boarding school with, college buds, people she vacations with because she lives that jet set lifestyle.
probably had a show on BBC Four lbr
only select people can call her honey, most people call her nora
she is easily set off and fights no-holds-barred so take of your earrings and meet her in a back alley.
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( HUNTER SCHAFER, twenty-two, trans woman, she/her ) i saw JUSTICE O’NEIL at the winter palace. did you know that the FIGURE SKATER is originally from AUSTRALIA? i heard they can be quite ARGUMENTATIVE, but also OUTGOING. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because SHE’S TRAINING AS AN OLYMPIC HOPEFUL, but you never know. BRUISING LIKE OVERRIPE FRUIT, THE SHARP INHALE BEFORE A LAUGH, AND NAILS CHIPPED AROUND THE EDGES always remind me of them.
tldr: justice is the precise combination of tonya harding, dan humphrey, and elle woods
her most iconic routine
justice o’neil is born third of five, smack in the middle of a small army of children with too much energy for their over-worked parents.
dad’s canadian, mom’s australian; justice was born in toronto while her dad was playing for the maple leafs and moved to sydney
oh, yes. this is a hockey family
everyone plays it except mom – justice, her brothers, her sisters. hockey is an all gender sport in the o’neil family , you too can slam your sister into the plexiglass if she’s mouthing off
it’s very cute okay, it never gets cold enough to freeze the lake behind their house but damn do they descend on the local ice rink like a blonde plague
justice transitions at eleven and picks up figure skating at twelve
it’s late – for someone with ambitions like hers and her father’s, but damn if justice hammered discipline directly into her spine
it’s ... different than skating for hockey, and the fighting is subtle and worse. she presses through anyways
haha ! on the junior national team by fourteen
it feels like success for about two days before the media circus descends and justice gets her first taste of being the face of controversy in australian skating
she is, eventually, allowed to skate for the women’s junior team. she writes horrible things to the people who petitioned otherwise in the corner of her notebooks
she’s good – great, actually – but it’s always her mouth that’s getting her in trouble. she cycles through coaches who throw their hands up in defeat and moves on to the next with more determination
at 18 she makes it onto the olympic team, and it finally feels like everything is falling into place.
what, like it’s hard?
she places 8th, but barely makes it back on the plane home before the scandal breaks
justice has been implicated in bribing judges at the olympic qualifiers that allowed her on the team in the first place
it wasn’t her. it wasn’t – it was her coach, but everyone’s so quick to point figures. the organizations don’t know what to do except put her on probation
justice isn’t quiet about it, so they ship her off to genovia where she can be as loud as she wants and no one of importance will hear her
she’s supposed to be proving her innocence and squeaky clean record, but it’s difficult when no one is listening and the town is crawling with royals
yes ... enter the dan humphrey interlude
justice is bored, and the royals are here, so why not make the most of it? for whatever reason, she’s determined to get an in the the rich and powerful, no matter the cost
let her stir some shit ok
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( MICHAEL TREVINO, thirty-two, cismale, he/him ) has SANTIAGO ITURBIDE MARZÁN, the PRINCE OF MEXICO/CO-FOUNDER OF LYFT from MEXICO arrived yet? i heard they can be quite REBELLIOUS, but also CARING. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia to WATCH OVER HIS SISTER, but you never know. FAUX LEATHER JACKETS, INHIBITED LAUGHTER & A LAISSEZ-FAIRE NATURE always remind me of them.
been a minute since i’ve done one of these LOOOOOOOOL.... anyways, like this and i’ll give u a shout on discord.
THE BASICS:
you can call him saint or santi if you’re his friend, the rest of y’all heathens can call him santiago
i’ve bumped him up to 6 foot because i’m petty
OKAY, HERE WE GOOOOO
saint had, what queen gallia would call, a “troubled childhood”. he ran with the wrong crowd, got mixed up in some shady business, probably did some political activism in his youth that his mother looked really down on when he was more on the wild side of things.
he did party a lot as a kid, though. as all princes usually do, just the usual run of the mill month-long benders until he grew exhausted of that life in his ripe, old age.
because of this and just his general behavior and unpleasantness towards his mother, the queen of mexico (curse her soul) removed him from the throne, thereby placing anastasia next in line for it. he’s only a prince in name.
some days, saint regrets it. others, not so much. if anything, he only regrets it because he knows stas has to take on a ridiculous amount of responsibility because of his actions... that he still stands by, honestly.
that being said, queen gallia has always viewed and shaded him as the “irresponsible” type who could never run a country, something that saint resents.
like he hates the monarchy and everything it stands for, because he feels like a large majority of the people ruling don’t deserve it at all, but he knows he’d be a good king... he just prefers democracy rather than monarchy. it’s only fair that the people get to rule, not people who were just born “lucky”.
so as a slap in the face to his mother and as a gift to his sister who cannot drive to save her life, saint founded lyft (yes, THAT lyft) as a means for accessibility in an otherwise very inaccessible world and has aided in growing it into the international company it is today.
he’s very much a rebel with a cause type of person. his cause? humanitarianism and accessibility for everyone. he goes off the grid for months sometimes, only coming back after having built villages and schools for the poor in countries that are far less fortunate than his own and the global superpowers.
PERSONALITY:
he only genuinely cares about two things: stas and the environment.
and maybe continuing to slap queen gallia in the face, figuratively, with how great of a person he is.
but, for real, he truly believes that stas can do no wrong whatsoever. her enemies are his enemies, her problems are his problems. where other sibling relationships fall apart because of the pressures of royalty, saint and stas’ only strengthened after he was removed from the crown.
his Aesthetic is rolling up on an environmentally friendly motorcycle with a fake leather jacket, he looks the part of a “bad boy” and behaves like one because he doesn’t give a shit about anything, usually.
that’s not to say he’s an asshole, he’s just very blunt and to the point with other people because he has no patience for all the formalities that come with being a royal. honestly, he probably gets along best with non-royals who don’t try to kiss his ass.
but, overall, he’s just a very chill dude, just doin his thing and chugging along into his thirties.
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
childhood friends (during his wild years and/or after, doesn’t matter)
potential business partner(s) (WC FOR A CO-FOUNDER OF LYFT, COMING SOON!)
ex(es) (make this boy Yearn as though he never has before or hate him or be friendly with him idc)
just regular ol’ friends he’ll actually somewhat care about, i promise
anything and everything!!! please plot with my 30+!!!
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( ROSS LYNCH, twenty three, cis male, he/ him ) has MIKOLAJ WARSZAWSKI, the PRINCE from POLAND arrived yet? i heard they can be quite GUARDED , but also THOUGHTFUL. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia for KEEPING UP DIPLOMATIC RELATIONS, but you never know. HISTORY BOOKS, LONG GAMES OF CHESS, AND A CATS PURR always remind me of them. ( danny, 21, pst, he/ him )
BASICS
Full name: Mikolaj Otto Warszawski
Nicknames: Mik, Miki (childhood nickname, still used by some family/ family friends)
Hometown: Warsaw, Poland
Sexuality: gay
Languages spoken: Polish, English, and German
BACKGROUND
The second born of the king and queen of Poland.
He had a sheltered upbringing. His parents did their best to give him a good childhood. They bought him just about everything a kid could ask for and regularly hosted families with kids around his and his siblings ages. When he was old enough he started playing sports, and realized from talking to other kids that his life wasn’t normal. He asked his parents why he was homeschooled and why guards were always with him when he left home. They explained that life was different for him because he was a prince, and the answer was good enough for him. He was happy, and he might have been different but that was good.
The pressures and limitations of being royal became clearer and clearer as he grew up. He took it all in stride, and worked hard to be the proper prince he knew his family wanted him to be.
At nineteen (normal college age in Poland) he started attending Jagiellonian University over 3 hours away from his hometown. He did great academically. It took him longer to figure out living independently and how to act like a normal-ish teenager, but he figured it out. He went to parties and stuff, but he was responsible and never got tangled in any scandals or got on the cover of tabloids. His parents still weren’t thrilled with him being so far from home, especially because he was making friends with middle and lower class people who they don’t trust to have good intentions (he loves his parents, but they’re the worst tbh).
He graduated at the end of last school year with degrees in history and linguistics. He wanted to continue school and get a masters and then maybe even a doctorate in history. He and his parents argued a lot about it. They eventually agreed that if he took a year off of school and still wanted to go back they would pay for it.
Shipping him to Genovia around a ton of other royals and rich kids was perfect for them. He knows they’re hoping it somehow changes his mind about needing to go back to school with a bunch of ~commoners.~ He’s a little annoyed at the whole situation, but he’s trying to hide it. He’s on his best behavior because he doesn’t want to give them a reason.
PERSONALITY/ OTHER
Mik is pretty friendly, but he can come off as stuffy. He was raised to be polite and proper and it shows. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable enough around someone to fully let his guard down. Once he does ??? He’s like another person he is constantly joking around. Still a rule follower, but so much more fun.
Know that John Mulaney “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then I’ll die” bit? Yeah, that’s Mik. He holds himself to impossibly high standards, and puts everyone before himself.
He’s a huge nerd. He reads all the time and he loves puzzles and games of skills. He’s a big fan of chess, word games, that kind of stuff.
He’s competitive, but he is a good sport if he loses.
Also a bit of a know it all, honestly insufferable to argue with.
He loves music!! He’s been playing piano since he was a little kid, and is pretty good. He tried to teach himself guitar in university and he’s not terrible.
He has a pet cat who’s name is TBD. Idk if bringing pets is a thing, but Mik could never leave her behind for longer than a week or two so I’m saying he brought her.
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A new dawn, a new dysfunctional child. The only tl;dr you need on Viktor is that he wears custom suits and tacky watches like a parody of richness. He is feral and chaotic and absolutely despises monarchs - despises anyone, really, whose days are not spent looking over their shoulder and whose nights do not pass in a white, vodka-addled haze, wondering whether that guy you screwed over back in ‘09 finally made parole. He grew up poor, struggling with Kieran to claw their way up in ranks no one told them were unscalable. There was no way to escape that country, not really. It seeded something deep in you that would fester like spores.He came to Genovia trailing after Kieran: he’s his right man through and through, possibly the only bit of honesty left on him. But he also came here to escape his past, sort himself out. At the end of the day, make a buck or two on the backs of kids with even poorer impulse control than him. And what better place to stay safe and get loaded than the ironclad fortress of royalty?
⋆ ° ⟡ ( THEO JAMES, thirty, cismale, he/him ) i saw VIKTOR ‘VITYA’ BEZUKHOV at the winter palace. did you know that the BOOKKEEPER / FORGER is originally from BELARUS? i heard they can be quite UNHINGED, but also RESILIENT. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because THEY’RE RUNNING KIERAN’S CHECKS AND A LITTLE ON THE SIDE, but you never know. FINGERS SNAPPING INSIDE A LEATHER GLOVE, SNUFFING OUT A CIGAR IN SOMEONE’S WHISKEY, FALSE BOTTOM DRAWERS always remind me of them.
okay, for anyone who’s a nitpicker like me and is wondering where does the Soviet Union play in this AU: I’m just headcanoning that Belarus is still poor, massively so, and Russia is still a vast sprawling empire that is either governed by an autocrat or that has an autocratic client-king who’s currently keeping belarus in poverty & disparity.
abuse TWs that aren’t even worth expanding on: their childhood was hard and gritty and it stuck between their teeth like sand, they carry it on their backs, behind their eyes, hearing it creep out when the room gets too quiet
me and kieran’s mun already hc’d that viktor is a more impassioned boris (RE: the goldfinch) with worse choices and a fancy for playing billionaire dress up
don’t buy into it for a minute
he couldn’t tell an armani jacket from whatever they hand you in an airplane if you’re cold
he’s been all over europe on a number of nebulous, nondescript jobs, slipping through the cracks of organized societies: from contraband driver to signature forgery, money laundering, back-alley deals, there is neither hierarchy nor purpose to them - he only speaks the languages he was cursed in, which is, well, most of those
super rough patch a few years back, his beliefs that he can outrun everything finally cracked and began to feel off - exactly what went wrong is to be determined later but it likely involves: harsh the mi6, state secrets he had no idea about, a crazy oligarch or two
he sought kieran and was like aight boyo let’s see how hard can it be to live a normal life
turns out? quite hard. he’s bored out of his nuts half the time in genovia, even while he can see the rational benefits of its safety. he helps kieran with the books, drives some hopefuls back and forth over the mountains, talks royals into piling gambling debts, collects their bloodmoney, drinks some more, smashes a window or two.
random factoids: likely has a fake pilot license, just to match all the other counterfeited passports and credentials he’s kept over the years. his real name is not actually bezukhov but he likes to take the piss (huge adorer of british slang) on cultured people and bait them with tolstoy.
the dynamic between him and kieran is likely something very tangled and complex. there’s definitely a we fought in the trenches together friendship but also quite the king & lionheart vibes in my view? because kieran is stable. his power is only his own: it doesn’t come from other men or a stack of gold. the ice skater tried to build a future for himself even while knowing it could come crashing down. viktor both admires and despises that: how the other began to weed out the darkness in him, while vik is still nursing his own like a pet.
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sah dudes. here’s the new finest babe in my library. smash that like for some Plots:tm:
⋆ ° ⟡ ( BARBIE FERREIRA, twenty-five, cisfemale, she/her ) has SURI SOUZA, the LADY IN WAITING from GENOVIA arrived yet? i heard they can be quite HOT-TEMPERED, but also HARD-WORKING. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia for KEEPING PRINCESS MIGNONETTE COMPANY AS HER LADY IN WAITING, but you never know. SPENDING HOURS PERFECTING A RECIPE, ANGER-FILLED SCREAMS AT THE SKY, AN EVER CHANGING CLOSET. always remind me of them.
tw: cancer, death
suri thinks the royals are rich assholes but at least they look hot doing it.
her dad was genovian while her mother was from london. her mother was extremely young when she had suri, and his father didn’t really want anything to do with suri since he had a career trajectory. he was a few years older and it was a summer fling that went nowhere.
suri grew up seeing her father maybe... twice? it didn’t matter much though because she and her mom where number ones!
her mother, magnolia, was an avid hipster. being known in her hipster/punk community as the seamstress, suri grew around some pretty funky looks. it was also a benefit to have a mom who could make her own halloween costumes (she wouldn’t find out until much later in life it was more because of money)
she loved being with her mum. she loved going to concerts and going to shelters and riots and doing all the cool things with her. just because she had a kid, didn’t mean magnolia was going to stop being her.
so we got a socialist here can i get a what what !!!!
the only thing magnolia couldn’t do was cook. for the longest time, it was a lot of frozen pizzas and takeout. it was fine. meant yummy food for suri. it wasn’t until her mom started dating this really nice guy who could cook that suri’s life changed. he was a whizz. like crazy good. she loved standing in the kitchen and watching him cook. one year for christmas, he bought her her first cook book and they cooked together all weekend.
unfortunately, he didn’t stick around forever. mum said he wasn’t the long term kind of man. the kind that only looks at today and never at tomorrow. suri didn’t really get that at twelve, but she knew her mom was heartbroken. so she stepped up. she took on the things she learned and cook for her mum. she knew that made her happy.
every night then suri would cook dinner. lots of trial and error. when they’d host the holidays for people without families, she’d spend the whole time in the kitchen. at fifteen, she lead a soup kitchen event while her mother lead the cloth drive. they were quite the dynamic duo. suri’s plan was to go to culinary school after graduating. being a chef sounded nice.
but nice things don’t last eh!!! when suri was 16, and her mum only thirty-three, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. everyone rallied for magnolia. she was a treasure to the community and she and suri definitely didn’t have the kind of health insurance to back up all the treatment. they raised some money, which helped more than anyone could imagine, but her body had a hard time taking to the chemo.
for months, suri was the woman of the house. school was hard to get through and she needed to drop out just to take care of her mum for the last few months. her mum was a fighter, but suri saw it in her eyes that it was taking her.
magnolia died right before suri’s 17th birthday. there was a massive funeral. tons of people showed up to give their love to the woman who helped so many lives. it was beautiful. beautiful to see the kind of impact she had made on so many people. suri knew she needed to carry that on for herself.
it was only five days after her mother’s death when her dad showed up at her door and said she was coming to live with him in genovia. unfortunately, she couldn’t argue. being a minor still, and not having finished school, he shipped her off back to his place.
it was here that she found out her father came to be one of the advisors for the queen of genovia. it caused for a lot of anger, and arguments those first few nights. he never supported them financially and this guy was obviously rolling in it. he didn’t have the time or care to respond to her arguments. instead, she was to finish school along-side mignonette as her lady-in-waiting. whatever the fuck that meant.
as she came to learn, it just meant kissing her ass. and as she also came to learn, these people were rich as fuck and money was being thrown at her left and right.
the issue is, when you’re young, and you grew up with something you never knew, and then suddenly you have an abundance of it, it’s hard not to be overwhelmed and take advantage of it. she knew these royal assholes were the problem and literally creating a vacuum of money that could have been used to help the homeless and fix the planet. but she also liked having cool clothes and shoes and being able to travel across the world and eat fancy foods.
midge is cool. she’s sweet. kind of unassuming. suri might call her dumb some days, but she’s got a general sweet spot for her. they’ve been together eight years now and it’s getting a bit harder to try and find who she used to be after so long being stuck in the venom of rich royals.
she still finds their problems to be oh so dramatic in the grand scheme of everything. there’s little respect for any of them. but it’s hard.
anyways yuh !!! she’s got a bit of a temper but honestly she’s a gem !!! she cares a lot about people and making sure they’re at their best but like !!! doesn’t have a lot of sympathy for royals/riches because lmao you got money and fame and influence and literally,,,,,, all things others don’t have so WAH !!
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( ELLA PURNELL, twenty-three, cis woman, she/her ) has MARGARET "MAISIE" ELISABETH BARCLAY, the CROWN PRINCESS from AUSTRALIA arrived yet? i heard they can be quite CYNICAL, but also PRECISE. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia for DIPLOMATIC PURPOSES, but you never know. THE SMELL OF THE OCEAN AND THE FEELING OF SAND UNDERFOOT, A CHIN RAISED UPWARDS AND LIPS PURSED, FRESH FLOWERS CUT AND IN VASES BESIDE BEDS always remind me of them. ( beatrice, 21, est )
hi friends !!! i’m super stoked to be here and can’t wait to write with you all ! this doll is maisie and i’m still trying to work out all her details but i’m excited to write her :)
basics
name: her royal highness princess margaret elisabeth barclay
nickname: maisie, mais ( call her ‘ margaret ’ and she’ll groan -- it’s an old woman’s name, she’ll say. maybe she’ll use it when she’s eighty, but until then maisie suits her just right )
birthday: august 7th / leo
age: twenty-four
hometown: canberra, new south wales, australia
education: bachelor’s degree in political science from the university of melbourne
alignment: edgy bitch ( bordering on edgy thot with just a touch of dumbass )
likes: baking, the smell of lavender, debate, the color dusty rose, australia
dislikes: pettiness, tradition for the sake of it, her mother, the desert, snakes
background
maisie is the firstborn child to the royal majesties king henry and queen marietta barclay of australia. she has an older sibling from her father’s first marriage, and then she has two younger siblings. for as long as she can remember, her best friend has been her older sister. her parents are cool, at least for being parents they are. she respects them and loves them, but doesn’t really know them. there’s a divide that’s never really been approached by any of them.
she grew up prim and proper. she knew the rules and did what she was told. there was never any reason not to. her siblings were a little wilder, maybe a little less pressured than she to be perfect. she never envied them until she was older, realizing that there were things she missed. that goes beyond her siblings to anyone she sees as normal. it’s a silent envy, one she never really talks about, but one seeded deeply in her heart and mind.
she was tutored all her life until she went to college. she fought and argued ( very out of character for her ) until she was allowed to live in the dorms and pretend to be normal. it was hard to do, but she managed. she made friends and companions and for once she saw what life could be like without the pressure of being royal. she graduated with her degree in political science in four years and returned back to the palace.
she’s been talking to the political advisors what it would be like to change the political system from a monarchy to a democracy. she’s gotten some heat from it because some people don’t like it. some people reeeeaaaally don’t like it. but some people do. she does. it’s a definite idea. maybe she won’t see it in her lifetime, but maybe it’s something that could be started.
anyways, in recent times, she’s seemed a little off. a little less vocal, a little distant. she’s doing things she hasn’t done before ( read: partying ) and things that are out of character ( read: breaking the rules ). no one is getting hurt and nothing is affecting anything majorly but maybe someone should say something to her before her wild streak has her do something a little too far out.
miscellaneous
she speaks french, english, and some mandarin
she has a cat name posey and she would die for this cat
she may or may not love tiktok
she takes her coffee black
if she were a famous singer, she’d be doing emo girl pop and that’s the tea
she can roll her tongue
she did community theater in college
she can knit and sew and embroider
she would rather go to space than explore the ocean
her favorite movie is steel magnolias
her favorite band is bastille
she would eat coconut cake every day, if she could
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( BEN BARNES, THIRTY-THREE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ) I SAW KIERAN MOROZOV AT THE WINTER PALACE. DID YOU KNOW THAT THEFORMER OLYMPIAN/COAH IS ORIGINALLY FROM ENGLAND/BELARUS ? I HEARD THEY CAN BE QUITECAUSTIC, BUT ALSOMETICULOUS. THERE’S RUMOURS THEY’RE AT THE WINTER PALACE BECAUSEHE’S HOPING TO RUB SHOULDERS WITH NOBILITY, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW.WISPS OF BREATH FADING INTO A COLD NIGHT, MIRRORED SUNGLASSES THAT HIDE WHAT’S BEHIND THEM, AND A SIP OF COLD WATER AFTER EATING PEPPERMINT ALWAYS REMINDS ME OF THEM.
( POSSUM, 25+, EST, SHE/HER)
i tried to keep this as short as possible but lbr, you’re probably just skimming, right? if there’s anything you want to know about him just ask.
*TW: death, physical abuse, mental abuse, food mention.
born in belarus to a russian father and a british mother who met while his mother was a student traveling through europe. they did not stay together, hence his dual citizenship in both belarus and the UK. he was carted back and forth between countries. belarus in fall and winter, england in the spring and summer, before being kept in belarus by his father full time as his talent for skating took off.
his father died in a motorcycle accident when kieran was twelve, and he was sent to live with his mother for a few months before his coach in belarus urged his mother to send him back to continue with his skating. she was always very absent with kieran in general, but with declining health issues, she obliged and sent kieran to go live with his coach to continue training and skating. his mother died of cancer a year afterwards.
kieran’s coach became his guardian, and with both parental figures out of the picture, the sport he loved became something he feared. routines done well during his practices were praised beyond belief, but the smallest of faults in his skating resulted in swift smacks to the temple, among other forms of violence that worsened over time. when physical punishments weren’t getting the point across, meals were withheld. it was a brutal way of living, but he did not know any other. his coach had always been more of a father figure to kieran than his actual father, so the need to gain his acceptance was high. to this day kieran will claim the harsh conditions made him the skater he is, oblivious to how wrong of a statement that sounds.
kieran’s style of skating, which held a similar passion to an animal fighting for its life, was both raw, highly athletic, and technical, and caught the attention of judges and scouts. one of whom took kieran away from his previous coach to skate for britain once kieran was old enough to realize the situation he was in, and free from the legal obligations of a guardian.
his attitude remained despite being in greener pastures, and it didn’t take long for him to be considered the “bad boy” of the skating world, and was one of the few figure skaters heavily publicized enough to become a household name.
was a solo skater for a while and had silver medal success with that, but it was his personal life, not his skill, that always docked him points---regardless of whether or not the judges would admit that. he was matched up with different partners, but they never quite worked out, mainly because of dueling personalities. the only partner he has ever skated with with success was piper.
after some years and a blow up between kieran and piper resulting in their breakup later, kieran was back to performing solo with mild success. unwilling to wait for his career to fizzle out, he took his solo silver and bronze medals and fucked off back to belarus to train olympic hopefuls.
as a coach he is known for the brutal regimens he places his athletes on . (still nowhere near the type of brutality he faced when he was their age), and the success that it has had for the country. his students are known to be ruthless, highly skilled, and major competitors.
so why tf is this boi here???? he is in genovia accompanying his athletes, and also with low key hopes of meeting a certain genovian princess that is in need of courting....
shoot your shot, right?
THATS IT
also
i don’t watch anime or figure skating (unless it’s 4am and i’m on youtube) but in my head i picture this being the type of shit he’d do mostly because i can’t find any real life ones that match this energy lmaooo
he’s an aries sun, scorpio moon so this dude can be mEAN, but within those many many many many walls is a soft center. he knows it’s there, too, but he hasn’t let anyone else get close in a really long time.
this meme sums him up:
ty if you made it this far. let’s plot!
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introduction iii.
P E R D I T A D E H A V I L L A N D
( p r i m a b a l l e r i n a )
exposed décolletage waiting to be bruised, a corset pulled to the point of breathlessness, fairytales with a grisly end, pale ornate ceilings, gilt chairs with frayed cushions, a basket full of inedible mushrooms, cold cheeks with pink spots, marble statues with carved veils, the draft through an open window, a child in lipstick, swans on the morning lake, a knife hanging from the ceiling, raw and calloused feet, a small cluster of stars in a blank sky, a fox snared by a jagged fence, straining muscles, canopy beds, honey slow-falling from a spoon, tulle skirts, lingering perfume in an empty room, ice baths, bills left on the bedside table, white-heat from a spotlight, the indent of teethmarks on skin, flowers in an elaborate updo, chilled white wine, a perfect fouette, wooden slats painted to look like an enchanted forest, lying in pink silk on someone else’s bed, blood in pointe shoes, an extended hand with no one reaching back, lovely girls lined in a perfect row, a poisoned apple.
age: twenty-nine
nicknames: dita, dot
sexuality: heterosexual
gender: cisgender female
title: lady
UNDER THE CUT : HISTORY & TRIVIA !
ya girl back at it again
this time with WAY MORE DRAMA… and a lot more extra
in a tl;dr version of the de havilland family history, some king of genovia way back in the day gave a marquis title to one of his buds - as kings are ought to do. for a time they flourished while they were in favour, but it was brief compared to how they faded over time until they were left a half step away from Nothing
quick cut to now: they have a huge, beautiful-but-extremely-run-down house, no actual money, and 0 prestige. so literally, the title is just a prefix at this point and nothing else
i like to envision perdita’s mother as a mix of mother gothel, mrs bennet, and the evil stepmother -- so it should be no surprise that in her youth, she pursued princess ariadne renaldi’s husband despite their recent marriage
they had a brief affair which resulted in her pregnancy with perdita, which was in the plan. what was not was him then ending the tryst and insisting she leave the genovian court and return to her family home. she has 4 more daughters, each but the last 2 from different fathers in her chasing of nobility
her desire for Money Power Glory was pushed onto her 5 daughters. despite the shambles of their home and growing debt, she continually found ways to finance them in an effort to restore their family to its former status. they’re given homeschooling in the “art” of courtly life, preservation of beauty, and most importantly how to attract a man. they’re dressed up to look far older than their age and know things should not
dita was drawn to ballet organically, but it was only approved as an extracurricular of hers because her mother felt she could shoehorn this into an avenue for her to receive male attention. which did, work -- because performances were often attended by aristocracy, she would meet and have varying relationships with these attendees or nobility. nearly always at the push of her mother. i’m also not gonna get into it but i’ll say it’s... waned dangerous close to being pay for play
was given the title of prima ballerina close to five years ago! she’s now 29 and will inevitably only have a handful of years left pushing her body in the extreme way she does before retirement. there is a delicate balance between perdita feeling it has been her choice to pursue something she loves vs. feeling it was the ministrations of her mom
in terms of her status as mignonette’s sister, she is an ill-kept secret to the locals of the genovian court. because her mother is... many things, not least among them big-mouthed, most everyone is aware she’s an illegitimate child
it ceased being a scandal looong ago; in her childhood when there was a chance she would be a threat to the throne (at least insomuch as the peace surrounding it, not necessarily that she would vie to be legitimized), there was hesitancy and tension when she was brought to the palace. she had little to no communication with any of the royal family until she was promoted to prima, at which point the unease had settled
was her naming a deliberate reference to shakespeare’s perdita, and would her mother love for her to somehow become legitimized for the throne? absolutely.
will she take a royal marriage as substitute? surely and without complaining. sugar daddy? fine. as long as she’s bringing in something
especially seeing as she’s closing in to thirty -- an age her mother sees as retirement from ballet and viability for marriage -- there’s been increasing stress and hysteria over her most profitable daughter running out of time. mignonette’s courting was a blessing for the de havilland matriarch as it was exposure to an array of foreign monarchs
dita is a soft girl, and filled with a great deal of sadness over the things she’s done and is meant to do - still she’s hopeful and kind, curious and bubbling. but the effects of her upbringing are there too -- the ability to lie and manipulate, the (mis)conception that her worth is her looks (and subsequently how tightly she clings to her status as prima ballerina --a solid thing that proves there is something else about her worth admiring), the love-and-run mantra, the willingness to let her body be used and be charming despite it
ok this is terrible but i cant keep rewriting it so i guess this is done now pls love her
TRIVIA !
was known as “dot” as a kid because she was so teeny and adorable
rumoured to be the mistress of a visiting prince
has a v sensitive scalp due to years of her mother bleaching her hair improperly at home
definitely has a thing for older men. we call that symptomatic of daddy issues
her relationship with her eldest sister is wrought with tension, trauma and the carnage of competition laid out by their mother -- perdita has done better than her socially, and for that she’ll never be forgiven
#genoviaintro#• 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐀 — an exquisitely performed daydream.#allp.p#this is long and terrible but i cant seem to edit
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“⋆ ° ⟡ ( MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, twenty-three, cis male, he/him ) i saw JAMIE HAWTHORNE at the winter palace. did you know that the OLYMPIC SKIER is originally from ENGLAND? i heard they can be quite RECKLESS, but also FERVENT. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because HE DROPPED OUT OF UNI TO TRAIN, but you never know. SIDELONG GLANCES, BOTTOMLESS GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE, & BRUISED AND CALLUSED HANDS always remind me of them. ( a, 20, cst, she/her )
hello everyone !! i’m alli and this is my angry angry misfit JAMIE . i can’t wait to get started writing with everyone, this group truly looks beautiful .
triggers: drugs tw, alcoholism tw, homophobia tw (briefly alluded to), abuse tw
BACKGROUND
edward hawthorne-- a man who wears the title of baron like a crown. victoire walker-- an american dream. the spitting image of pose and grace and wealth. a legacy that would breed james hawthorne, son of the bear. son of the dove.
there was no home for james hawthorne. not when he spoke his first word, hardly audible over the sound of his mother crying. not when he was learning to walk, on the shores of morocco as his mother drank herself to sleep and his father made himself busy with one of the maids. he had not known a home when he began school, a rotating carousel of private tutors, world class coaches, and failing grades. he spent nights in the treetops of the amazon, summers swimming in water clearer than glass, dined with nobility and celebrity and extravagance itself, and he dreamed only of his mother tucking him in and his father reading him a story.
he was crammed somewhere between cocktail parties and political alliances with hardly enough room to breathe. he did not know the warmth of a friend or the love of his family. he knew disobedience and lies. he had seen the world and it had made him feel small.
it was in crete-- or perhaps it was venice?-- when jamie hawthorne first learned the taste of his own blood and the sting of his father’s hand. he doesn’t remember what it was he had done now, a memory buried amongst a graveyard of others just like it.
everything was harder from then on.
following the rules, obeying the nannies, staying in one place. he had to move, he had to keep swimming or else he would drown. he found joy in watching things burn. he found peace in the numbness of a line, of two lines, of three. he drove fast cars and left a trail of lovers like breadcrumbs from city to city. he learned that disagreeing with his father was not an option, that repentance meant nothing.
when edward hawthorne said jump, jamie hawthorne said how high. he made friends with brandy, with whiskey, with gin. he escaped through books, through the stories of the gods and of the ordinary. he wasn’t sure which he identified with more. he wouldn’t know sobriety if it hit him over the head, but he wouldn’t know ignorance either. his father called him useless. a waste of space. sometimes he agreed.
his father had always forced greatness onto him, inked talent into his skin like a tattoo. if it wasn’t world class equestrienne trainers, it was swimming laps for hours on end, muscles that never stopped moving. a body and mind never let rest. it was the skiing lessons, the cold of the mountain, that eventually called to him. that enabled him to excel, be the son his father so longed for.
not attending university was never an option. oxford, his father’s alma matter, home to anyone and everyone who mattered. and jamie. it was in the riot club that he met the boy, the first fire that had ever engulfed him so completely. the first sheets he fell into that gave him pause, the touch that made time stand still. tight lips and a knowing closeness.
there was nothing for him at university anymore, not when he was gone. there was only emptiness and failure. he left without looking back, taking with him the only thing he had left, the only thing that made him human. his skis.
PERSONALITY
jamie is fiercely independent. though he has never been able to stand up to his father, he can stand up to almost anything else. he resents being told what to do, who to fall into bed with, how to present himself.
he is also incredibly loyal. there are few he would pledge his life to, even fewer still he would call a real friend, but if he trusts you enough, he will never betray you.
he’s incredibly intelligent, well read, quick witted. through no feat of his own. he had the best nannies money could afford growing up, and the company books became his only constant. he takes pride in his intellect. almost too much pride.
he’s hot headed, angry as the day is long. he would rather start a fight than end one, even with those closest to him. his fists are always bruised, they never seem to quite heal properly, and his brow always furrowed.
he’s highly unmotivated, as well, making his training a pain not only for himself but his coaches and peers. others often question why he’s even here. if only they knew.
OTHER
his pinterest can be found HERE !!
WANTED CONNECTIONS
oxford classmates [ open ] - most likely members of the riot club or into general mischief and mayhem, jamie has likely definitely gotten into a fight or two ( or twelve ) with them before, but there’s a good chance they would still be close friends
fellow olympians [ open ] - arch rivals, teammates, childhood friends who grew up training together. jamie is competitive, it’s in his blood, but he also above all else likes to have a good time. he can be ruthless one moment and pouring you a shot the next
string of hookups [ open ] - it was nothing serious. it never is for him. ( except, how could he forget, just the once, back at oxford. ) they might not even know each other’s names, jamie might remember and pretend he doesn’t. things might have ended poorly, in an argument or a miscommunication. or they might still get along swell, enjoying nightlife together and perfectly content with using each other.
blackmail [ open ] - someone who knows something about jamie that he would never want to get out. maybe about elijah. his father would kill him if he knew, of course. maybe literally. or perhaps about his drug problem, something that would end his skiing career. or maybe they know something about his father, about the cheating and the stealing and all the lies, something that would ruin his entire family. his lot in life. and now they want something from jamie in return.
childhood friends [ open ] - jamie grew up traveling the world, his father mingling with the elite of every country he could sink his claws into. maybe they snuck away together as children to escape the adults, to try and find some fun. the closest thing to friends jamie would have had growing up, week long stays with their families and then vanished forever. or so they thought.
friendship suitor [ open ] - someone who, against jamie’s wishes, wants to force a friendship upon him. they can sense jamie’s pain and loneliness, and, duh, they’re just the person to help.
anything else ?? i love chemistry based plots if you don’t want to plot anything as well, or if you have wcs that jamie might fit into ! his history with elijah could also be a good plot point, though their connection is not known to anyone besides the two of them. give this post a like if you would like to plot or message me !!
#genoviaintro#* 『 son of the bear 』bio.#drugs tw#homophobia tw#(briefest mention)#abuse tw#alcoholism tw#whew this is a monster#thank you for bearing w me for this#i got a little. carried away#typical !!#also posting this so fast after getting accepted bc i cant wait
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*hi. it’s me, possum, again. even though i said i wouldn’t......again. don’t @ me (again)
⋆ ° ⟡ ( ALDEN EHRENREICH, TWENTY-NINE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ) I SAW CASEY PUCKETT AT THE WINTER PALACE. DID YOU KNOW THAT THE FARMHAND IS ORIGINALLY FROM THE UNITED STATES? I HEARD THEY CAN BE QUITE FOOLHARDY, BUT ALSO SWEET. THERE’S RUMOURS THEY’RE AT THE WINTER PALACE BECAUSE HE’S RETURNED TO GENOVIA TO WORK, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW. THE SMELL OF FRESH PEARS, WARM LINENS, AND THE RUSH OF THE RODEO ALWAYS REMIND ME OF THEM.
this here’s casey puckett. he’s a good boy, so DON’T YOU HEATHENS FUCKIN CORRUPT HIM!!!!!! IM SERIOUS!!!!!!
jk you know what da hale to do
born and raised in the lone star state. that’s texassss baby, where everything’s bigger. except casey he’s 5′9″. [short_king_anthem.mp3]
BUT THE GOOD NEW IS that his height made him great for the rodeo, following in his family’s footsteps. calf roping is his specialty, but he’s not so bad at barrel racing, neither.
curiosity got the better of him and so he broke his mama’s heart by going out of state to college, and then broke it a little more by studying abroad in genovia. while there he gained an interest in the wild horses that the mountainous region was known for. spent a lot of his free time around a farm at the base of the rosagunde mountain, making a good impression on the family that owned it with his charisma and work ethic. not to mention the funny way he talks.
after college he spent some time WWOOFing around the globe, working for his housing and food, but no matter where he went he carried his fondness for genovia with him.
his mama came down with a spell of sickness, and for a while he returned home. continued with his rodeo sports. took over with the cooking to make sure she was well fed. and wouldn’t you know it, mama puckett got better.
an old mentor of casey’s from his alma mater told him that the family he got to know in genovia was asking for him, as their old farmhand moved on to greener pastures. needless to say, he broke his mama’s heart again and hopped on the first plane over.
now he works in the famous pear orchards and takes care of the horses owned by that palace. it’s honest work, and he loves doing it.
as for royalty, he doesn’t really fit in with that world. but he sure likes watching from the outside.
random ideas:
someone should take him to a fancy party because it’ll be interesting to see how worlds collide
yeah you’re an olympic athlete, but can you tie up a hog in less than a minute?
have him drink your character under the table and sing cowboy songs
if you or a loved one have been longing for a cowboy in your life you may be entitled to thread compensation!
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( MELISA PAMUK, twenty-eight, cis woman, she/her ) i saw DAFNE KAYA at the winter palace. did you know that the VETERINARIAN is originally from AUSTRIA? i heard they can be quite THOUGHTLESS, but also AFFECTIONATE. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because SHE FOLLOWED HER BROTHER, but you never know. SNOWFLAKES CAUGHT IN DARK CURLS, WHITE HENLEYS UNDER BLUE SCRUBS AND A PHONE RINGING IN AN EMPTY ROOM always remind me of them.
yusuf’s baby sister !! not so baby anymore
the apple of their parents’ eyes, there was little as a child that dafne could do wrong to the kayas. she was a perceptive little thing, who had a keen eye for the emotions of others and was never afraid of making a friend.
dafne was the steady one, because she had to be. yusuf was running off on adventures, with or without their father, and she was at home with her mother and the myriad of stray animals she always seemed to acquire. she loved the outdoors – loved the feel of wet earth under her toes and a good days work singing in the sweat of her skin. she supposes it’s a kaya thing.
she was bright and blooming, a flower that opens up in the middle of the room. she turned a blind eye to the way her brother had begun to spiral, but it was alright. she’d been twelve then and volunteering at local shelters when their parents could drive her and busy with friends and school and boys. four years is not a small difference at that age, but now she wishes she knew more.
it was all snuffed out when yusuf came back from the mountains alone. she was fourteen, and everything felt pushed out of place, like someone had moved everything two feet to the left while they slept and she was constantly mis-stepping. a teacher told her one day she’d feel her father’s presence more than her absence. she’s twenty-eight and that day hasn’t yet come.
those terrible, grey years that followed have become somewhat of a blur. she wants to help, but there isn’t much she can do at fourteen outside the house. she sees her brother’s back start to buckle, sees him and her mother pick up second jobs. she’s determined to help, but there are soft parts of her that remain untouched.
her first job is at the animal shelter. the pay is poor and her hours are sporadic between school and housework, but she loves it so much she doesn’t find she can care much. everyone’s started to ask about uni, and dafne shrugs them off. university is expensive, and anywhere she wants to go is so far from home.
naturally, her mother insists. dafne draws a line and takes the requisite loans out in her own name. there’s some money tucked away still from their father, but it’s for the home, not her own silly exploits. so she goes to vet school, digs herself knee deep in debt, and probably doesn’t sleep for the whole of the time she’s there. she doesn’t manage to snag top of her class, but it’s a close thing.
she comes home and her brother is someone she struggles to recognize. there are opportunities stretching out in front of her, both at home and abroad, now that she has a degree in hand, but family has always been the most important thing to dafne. she follows him to genovia, and it’s a good thing – the pay is fair and the town they call home is fairer yet. it’s just so strange now having all the royals and celebrities descend.
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( COURTNEY EATON, twenty-three, cis female, she/her) has KAIA HAKOPA, the CROWNED PRINCESS from COOK ISLANDS arrived yet? i heard they can be quite NAIVE, but also KINDHEARTED. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia to FINALLY LEARN THE INTRICACIES OF DIPLOMACY AND INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS , but you never know. PAINT SPLATTERED HANDS, BARE FEET IN SAND & A LAUGH FULL OF INNOCENCE always remind me of them.
what’s up, what’s up, it’s ya girl back at it again with a fourth!! and she is, in fact, Baby.
THE BASICS:
kaia is the adopted daughter of king hehu and queen tuiara hakopa, the longstanding monarch of the cook islands.
her biological parents died in a car accident when she was very young, she hardly remembers their faces. as close personal friends of the king and queen, their deaths were a huge blow to the aging couple. they took her in as their own afterwards.
unable to have children of their own, they were equally sad and thrilled to welcome kaia into their fold and adopted her without question.
the rest of their family wasn’t as pleased. they had hoped that the throne would be handed to a more authoritarian uncle and kaia’s subsequent cousins after her adopted parents stepped down.
for a large majority of her childhood, she was disliked by her extended family until they realized how easily they could take advantage of her the sweet, innocent girl.
her adopted parents coddled and babied her, never allowing her to see what it was really like to rule as a monarch. her childhood and teenage years were spent in bliss, filled with laughter and the ability to run free.
the only time kaia ever left her home was with her adopted parents, often times only standing as a figurehead for them in the background and able to roam as she pleased while they were in diplomatic talks. she’s not at all prepared for what it means to be queen.
faced with the fact that her parents are in their mid-60s and she has to step up, kaia volunteered to come to genovia in an effort to not only discover herself outside of her home and to finally take responsibility, but to escape from a very fresh heartbreak from a boy she believed she would spend the rest of her life with.
MISC:
in her vast amount of free time prior to this, kaia is a painter by nature and a dreamer with a larger than life imagination. some of her friends would often describe her as a ‘floater’, always seemingly deep in thought and highly embarrassed when she gets snapped out of them.
she’s pansexual, but doesn’t know it yet! she’s never had an experience with another woman and WILL struggle with it, whew!
she has a tendency to fall in love with anything and everything, most of her feelings are fleeting, but some stick. those that do stick, however... beware her vindictiveness if it ends on bad terms.
she has almost a child-like fascination with animals, she has SO MANY pets back at home and misses them with all of her heart. catch her at the shelter, cooing at the kittens and birds!
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
friends, MANIPULATORS, her ex(es) (unfortunately, only males for now), potential love interests (unrequited or not, we can talk about it), mentors, her painting muse, bad influences, etc.
anyways, like this and i’ll message u on discord for sum plotting xoxo
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this is my second attempt at making an intro so this better work but hellllllo im frida and this is ben and his two brain cells but please love him <3333 and if you made it this far please plot with me im desprate my dicsord is we crazy!#7089
⋆ ° ⟡ ( MIGUEL BERNARDEAU, twenty-six, male, he/him ) has BENJAMIN ‘BEN’ ORON, the CROWN PRINCE from SWITZERLAND arrived yet? i heard they can be quite CYNICAL, but also VIBRANT. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia for STRONGER DIPLOMATIC RELATIONS, but you never know. TAILORED SUITS, SMASHED CHANDELIERS, SPILLED CHAMPAGNE always remind me of them. ( f, 20, edt, she/her )
tw: mentions of alcohol
ben is the first born in the swiss royal family making him the crown prince
growing up he never saw eye to eye with his parents specifically his dad which caused ben to move away to the states and attend a boarding school there
during those years he learnt one thing and that was partying and excessive drinking especially after the phone calls he would get from home as much as a party person he was he knew to cover up well before anything could get into the public eye
after a generous amount of donations made by the swiss royal family to an ivy league university in the states, ben got in, studying political science
surprisingly he did good???? fjkfkdfjskdsad
though that was not distracting enough for him to stop drinking because the older he got the older the burden of being a future king got to him after graduating he moved back home mostly focusing on his duties (partying)
this is where most of the conflicts between him and his dad happened because he wants to move forward with the kingdom, reaching out of his comfort zone as a king
while all of this is happening u can catch him chugging bottles of henny
coming to genovia his main goal is to improve the diplomat relations switzerland has with other countries just to dispute his dad because he knows his dad would hate that idea and he wants to pteotnailly find a partner
this is so bad dfjdjsjssj i promise i’ll add more to it tomorrow morning in terms of wc’s i have a full list written up and cannot wait to fill them up
#tw: alcohol#genoviaintro#:intro#this is so bad im also half asleep#if u make it to the end ily#its kind of boring ngl
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⋆ ° ⟡ ( CRYSTAL REED, thirty, cis female, she/her ) i saw PIPER HONEYCHURCH at the winter palace. did you know that the OLYMPIC TRAINER is originally from ENGLAND? i heard they can be quite RUTHLESS, but also LOYAL. there’s rumours they’re at the winter palace because SHE’S HIDING FROM THE PRESS, but you never know. SHARPENED SKATES, ICE SHARDS, RESTLESS NIGHTS always remind me of them. ( nessie, 23, pst, she/her )
uhhh i deleted the last intro i had of her so bear WITH ME HERE.
her mother is genovian, father is english
was put in ice skating since she was little. only Barely went to a semi normal school and it was a boarding school
competed for the uk in figure skating, occasionally doing some ice dancing. she has won three silvers, two gold, and five bronze medals. (the bitch started competing in the olympics when she was 16! what a legend)
her mother died when she was 24
two years ago, she became pregnant by someone and she’s not sure who because a bitch gets around
she had to retire very suddenly. only her manager knew and helped her go into obscurity. she took a job in genovia using her mother’s name to get her to rosagunde
piper had oliver on her own and was determined not to tell anyone about him
she misses ice skating like hell, but is usually too tired and grouchy to enjoy training anyone
Major fuckin grump. literally the worst human being. she will actively sabotage herself and push away others. i LOVE rping with everyone but piper hates everyone so im me if she says something that goes too far.
SHE IS SOFT AS HELL WITH OLIVER !!!! BE ASTOUNDED !!
she loves her son. he’s nearing 1 1/2 years old now and she loves him so much but she’s terrified about her father finding out or any of the three men who might be his father finding out
(fraser is one of these three men)
WANTED: two more possible baby daddies, a good friend and coworker who helps her with oliver, one of the day care ppl for oliver, drinking buddy, enemy, bratty people she trains, royals hiring her for private training, someone she can cuddle, olympians she competed with, former ice dancing partner, unexpected hookup.
send me a dm on discord for any of these !! i love whacky out there plots so nothing is too much!!!! she’s also bi so hit me up with the ladies too.
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