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⟨ michelle yeoh. cis female. she/her. 61. ⟩ We just saw maria cao ( xīn yán cǎo (欣妍 草) ) entering the one man's trash. I heard through the grapevine that their loyalties lie with the Jolly Rogers and that they also go by sweeney todd . Be careful, they work for them as an assassin and can sometimes be cold, calculating, or even cruel but I’ve also heard some people say that they were loyal, efficient and quite meticulous.— drea. she/they. 40. edt (gmt-5). trypophobia (visual), animal abuse & death, child abuse & pedophilia

there's a dossier included in the layout for her blog but as not everyone goes to look at blogs I'll put that basic information here too.

NAME: maria cao / xīn yán cǎo (欣妍 草) ALIAS: sweeney todd AGE: 61 GENDER: demifem PRONOUNS: she / they OCCUPATION: assassin SEXUALITY demisexual / grey aromantic FACECLAIM: michelle yeoh HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 134 lbs HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown TATTOOS: for her to know and you to find out SCARS: varied and many PIERCINGS: both ears twice OTHER FEATURES: often times 'dead' eyes POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, efficient, meticulous NEGATIVE TRAITS: cold, calculating, cruel LIKES: murder, the finer things, playing the game, chaos DISLIKES: rules, order, poverty MBTI: entj BIRTHPLACE: ipoh, malaysia CURRENT HOME: penthouse owned in downtown london NATIONALITY: european citizen (expat of several countries) ETHNICITY: Malayasian / Chinese LANGUAGES: english, french, malay, chinese, japanese, & italian

born to poverty and eventually realizing she much preferred the finer things in life, maria chose to be wealthy instead. it involved utilizing skills she'd learned through the military and her own disillusionment with society as a whole (and her mental disconnect from most of her emotions) to become an assassin of some reputation before her loyalty was claimed by the Jolly Rogers with the understanding that she will still take outside contracts as long as they do not interfere with the tenets of the Jolly Rogers' best interests.

once married to joaquin vidal — the only man she ever loved and is still very much (quietly, sometimes) unhealthily attached to, she now serves herself and the JR and oftentimes spends her free time attending social events to keep up appearances or training in her penthouse (modified to house its own studio for more involved training) — though most notably doing her very best to get under the skin of her former paramour and still (sometimes) friend.

quick connection ideas

public face friends (meaning those she's mostly around for public appearances and 'cover')

friends (limited, she's hard to earn the trust of)

lovers (sex only as she doesn't really do emotions outside of a very specific instance)

co-workers in the jolly rogers who she's grown to like more than just in the sense that they're on the same team

clients

targets (limited but if someone puts a hit out on you she can be the one tasked with it and hasn't pulled the trigger (dad jokes) yet for x reason)

your ideas here, i'm open to hearing anything.

We just saw marisol aguilar entering the british museum. I heard through the grapevine that they are an  archeologist. Although they are [ a civilian ], they can sometimes be naive, overly forgiving, or even unassertive but I’ve also heard some people say that they were compassionate, generous, and quite earnest.

stats.

full name:  marisol valentina aguilar

nickname(s)/alias(es):  mari, sol

age:  28

date of birth:  march 19

star sign:  pisces

place of birth:  mérida, mexico

current location:  london

gender:  cis-fem

pronouns:  she/her

sexual orientation:  hopeless romantic bisexual

religion:  catholic

occupation: post-doc researcher in archeology at the british museum

family:  carolina aguilar ( mother ) , juan carlos aguilar ( father ) , marina aguilar ( sister – deceased )

education level:  phd in archeology from oxford

living arrangements:  flat paid for by her scary boyfriend ( joaquin vidal ) in southwark, london

financial status: lower middle class

spoken languages:  english, spanish, yucatec mayan, reads latin

bio - tbd.

quick details.

Born and raised in Mérida, Mexico – the capital of the Yucatán peninsula. Her father is a university professor, the leading Mayan archeologist in the region. Marisol absolutely idolizes him and followed him in her own academic pursuits. She studied first with him, before getting into a phd program at Oxford.

Moved to oxford as a phd student, very much culture shock – but Marisol is exceptionally generous and kind and persistent, so she managed to do well.

Moved to London in August of 2023 for a postdoc research position at the British Museum in the Mexico wing, initially living with a few friends from grad school.

She met Joaquin Vidal at a pub, he swooped in to save her from the advances of an exceptionally drunk patron. Marisol was almost instantly smitten, a hopeless romantic to her core. He quickly swept her up in his world of wealth and excitement with all the grace of a gentleman. She knows what he does, in a loose almost abstract sort of way.

Marisol’s always been burdened with a savior complex, and a man who loves her enough to gift her a beautiful flat, introduce her to all his friends, and shower her with such love, attention, and affection is worth something, she argues, no matter how much blood is on his hands.

We just saw elizaveta augusta liddell entering the rabbit hole. I heard through the grapevine that their loyalties lie with [ the Jabberwocks ] and that they also go by the devil*. Be careful, they work for them as a failed nepo baby / professional liability / glorified trainer and can sometimes be reckless, impulsive, or even volatile  but I’ve also heard some people say that they were loyal, exuberant and quite personable.

( tw violence , assault )

stats

full name:  elizaveta augusta liddell

nickname(s)/alias(es):  eliza, el, the devil

age:  26

date of birth:  june 26

star sign:  cancer

place of birth:  devon, england

current location:  london

gender:  woman but as a threat

pronouns:  she/they

sexual orientation:  lesbian menace

religion:  agnostic / apathetic  

occupation: trainer of recruits / failed nepo baby / professional liability

family:  constantine liddell ( father – deceased ), tbd ( mother ) , viktor liddell ( older brother ) , alexei liddell ( older brother ) , zoya liddell ( older sister ) , one more older sibling

education level:  kicked out of several prestigious boarding schools  

living arrangements:  flat paid for with daddy’s money in kensington  

financial status:  wealthy

spoken languages:  english, mandarin, french, russian

details

Eliza found it hard to sleep.

Her flat – paid for with dead daddy’s money, of course – conveniently close to her siblings and the others tasked to keep an eye on her, was perfectly fucking fine. Too fine, too convenient, and way too fucking close for the hurricane in human skin that was Elizaveta Liddell.

Really - she was bored; achingly, mind-numbingly, maddeningly bored.  Her skin screamed out for violence, her various scars protesting the banality of training those god forsaken idiotic recruits. Until now, she’d never fully appreciated the pain inherent in the phrase ‘itching for a fight’, nails digging into her arms in an attempt to resist every cell in her body crying out for release. 

As a child, Eliza had taken to violence the way other children took to reading, or maths, or perhaps a musical instrument. Does not play well with others - was how her teachers phrased it all through primary school. And for a while, they didn’t want to believe it. She came in such a pretty package, big blue eyes and a darling face, her ponytail slightly askew and accented with an overly large bow. And what a good family, they all said, the Liddell’s ran Devon, even to this day.

But there were…incidents. Some could be dismissed as childish spats in the school yard, willful ignorance playing a huge role in this. Still, the school could not overlook the time a classmate ended up with a pair of scissors jabbed into their thigh; and although no one could firmly tie Eliza to the deed, she’d watched the blood drip down the leg of the student next to her with what was described as a chilling interest. Various boarding schools did little to tame this violent streak, though it was difficult to tie such violence to a Liddell. The once friend who ended up at the bottom of a staircase with several broken bones whilst Eliza cried her very best crocodile tears, such a lovely friend to wait by the injured girl’s side. The school tossed her out for theft – the one thing they could actually prove. At the next school there was a rash of sudden illnesses – all girls who’d dared defy little Eliza Liddell’s will when she arrived. Unable to tie the poisonings to the blonde, the school accused her of cheating ( guilty ) and had her thrown out.

A cadre of well meaning but ultimately ineffective teachers and other school administrators offered a variety of explanations - the trauma of the youngest child, attention seeking, perhaps she simply wasn’t challenged enough at school? Eliza wanted to shrug, brush away their concerns with the simple fact she’d come to accept about herself - she liked how it felt. But instead the blonde got better at hiding, leaning into that pretty face and charm she could summon if she tried hard enough.  She learned to fight dirty, literally tooth and nail, learned to lean into her smaller stature and the presumed weakness. 

By her teens, Eliza was quite sure she could be lethal if she wanted. Her early twenties only proved this point.  

She knew her father controlled the Jabberwocks, as the youngest Liddell she’d learned to listen at doors and hide in corners as soon as she could walk. His death was a shock – Eliza overseas in one of the various schools. Constantine had never been a loving father, nor was he particularly present in her life – but he was still her father. Maybe it was the sudden lack of fear, the slight chaos that persisted before her eldest brother took over – but Eliza’s teen years were her most violent and volatile.

Of course, that was when she thought she still contributed. When Eliza hoped her anger and violence was honed into a weapon poised to do her family’s bidding. Sometimes, late at night in that too silent flat, her rage turned against her. Eliza would pace, the anger mixing with bitterness and resentment, a toxic blend resulting in uncharacteristic self-doubt. Did they think she was weak? Some stupid, vapid socialite like her sister or Max? Or was Viktor so self-obsessed that he could not see the benefit her brand of jagged cruelty might offer?

But no, Eliza was on a very short leash and in an even shorter temper. Training nobody recruits in basic self-defense was almost more offensive than if her brother had called her a slur. But Viktor controlled the money, and Eliza needed that – so she did her best not to kill the idiots.

This bar was supposed to be safe, yet it took every ounce of self-control Eliza could summon to keep from smashing her glass into the face of one of the aforementioned idiotic recruits who dared speak to her outside of training. Instead, the blonde shot him a glare that threatened to take a year off his life and made it approximately twenty more minutes before fucking losing it. 

In her defense, Eliza fucking hated to be touched except under very specific circumstances of her choosing. And really, they all should have foreseen something like this happening – her leash and temper were both notoriously short. The man was blind drunk, embarrassingly so, such that she’d expected someone else to step in. Here Eliza will admit to one single mistake, she underestimated the will of drunk and vulgar man who’d spent his afternoon being bossed around by her.

So when he grabbed her ass and slurred something about not taking directions from girls - really, who could blame her for how quickly she slammed his head into the table?

⟨ bill hader. demi-man. he/they. forty-five. ⟩  We just saw finley ‘finn’ blythe entering the broadcasting house. I heard through the grapevine that they are radio show host. Although they are [ with the media ], they can sometimes be hostile,stubborn, or even aloof but I’ve also heard some people say that they were curious, firm in their beliefs and quite perceptive.

full name:  finley blyth enickname(s):  finn, finny ( thanks to his brother ), blythe name meaning:  finley: fair-haired hero, courageous one. blythe: cheerful age:  fourty-five date of birth:  september 9th star sign:  virgo place of birth: doolin, ireland current location: london gender:  demi-man pronouns:  he/they sexual orientation:  homosexual religion:  agnostic occupation: radio show host, conspiracist, writer family:  riordan blythe ( father ), talulla cagney-blythe ( mother ), devlin blythe ( brother ), maeve blythe ( daughter ) education level: you would not believe this, but he does have a journalism degree, english literature degree living arrangements:  small flat with his daughter financial status:  could be better spoken languages:  english, some irish ( re: his mother )

talulla kept the family together when her husband was away at his cabin, being ‘away’ meant he was on the line for writing the next great novel. he was famous amongst fellow conspiracist about aliens, the government, and every odditie in between. his words were spoken with passion and wit and it was hard to be close to him if you didn’t understand. on the outside it shouldn’t have worked, talulla and riordan, but they loved each other deeply even if one parent had their head in the clouds and the other had both feet planted on the ground. 

they used to say that finley was the cost of having a second child, devlin was the older brother and was the golden boy, or so they used to say. he did everything right and was going to be a doctor someday. he wanted to go into the medical field like his mother who was a nurse, he believed in science and factual proof. sometimes that would lead to the kind of arguments with his father where no one spoke to each other for a couple of days. 

but where they grew up everyone knew everyone – people loved tallula but could never quite stomach riordan who was english, riordan who corrupted tallula, riordan who often embarrassed his entire family with his questions, his theories. 

by the time that finn could speak he was already a little pariah. someone had to stick up for those that weren’t brave enough to. finn used to be loud enough to get in trouble, but at least he stood up for something. often times, it was because he was defending his father. he wondered why that was so hard for devlin to do. 

being gay was a fucking walk in the park in comparison to who his dad was and the kind of books he wrote about. he wouldn’t begin to understand his father’s loneliness until much later. 

he’s in his second year of university when his father dies. ,

after his dad dies, he sits in the shadows and eventually gets his degrees, he writes for the media but it’s all bullshit. but things change after his mother decides to finally move house into something smaller, his dad used to keep clips of things he was passionate about, it’s then that fin hears about the secret underbelly of london. and then, he finally has a purpose again. 

he knows that his father wasn’t the crazy old man that people called him, in the same way that they say that finley is crazy. they know that they’re not – if only people would listen. 

when he’s thirty-five him and his best friend hook up, on a whim, finley thought that he was past his identity crisis but that night solidifies what he already knew. the kicker with consequences is that it eventually bites them in the ass, and he ends up having a daughter with his best friend. it worked out for them, both gay, but wanting children. he swore when she was born that she would be raised differently than how he grew up. bullies will always be bullies but finley would always protect his child in the way that his parents didn’t. 

bonus stuff: 

his brother did end up becoming a doctor, even becoming maeve’s doctor. they’re very cordial with each other and maeve is very protective of her dad so there’s always a going to be a bit of a riff between the family. they keep it together for their mother’s sake. 

finley has a ‘small’ radio show that people can tune into about what he thinks is going on with their government etc etc etc, he does have a loyal following, but it also gets brought up a lot when it’s turn to get ridiculed again asodkfjaos hes simply tired !!! 

believes in aliens but hopes that the aliens believe in themselves <3 ( maeve cosigns this message as well ) 

been writing a book for a while now, it’s his second baby, but whomst knows if it will ever see the light of day 

he’s always fair game but if you talk about his kid… well i pity the person !!

O Z S A F F E T - “ C A T E R P I L L A R ”

interrogator for Jabberwocks , Art Gallery Attendant

42 years old , Any pronouns , Demi-man & Queer

full bio below.

PLEASE CHECK TWS BEFORE PROCEEDING

biography .

TW // Injury, drugs

Oz came into the world silent as the grave - so quiet that his parents thought something was wrong with him. A middle child of five, Oz was the odd one out - he was just a little different. His siblings were loud and outgoing, and Oz was a quieter instigator.

His parents just thought he was socially awkward and didn’t ‘get it’. But Oz did- he was incredibly intelligent, quick as a whip. Perhaps he didn’t prefer to start the conversation - but he knew how to end it. He seemed to just prefer a little bit of anarchy- but his smarts were never in question. He studied multiple sciences at an Advanced level in high school and majoring in bio-chem in college, going on to get his graduate degree as well. Through it all, he had supportive parents, siblings who cheered him on and went about their lives, and an occasional distant friend or roommate.

And yet, Oz found himself craving something more adventurous. It started with little ways he could get a thrill. He looked so upright, so perfectly unassuming. The quiet little man never seemed like a threat, which was perfect for getting into trouble. While working at a national lab in London, he found himself pocketing important chemicals and extra medication - skimming materials off the top when he could. Machines break all the time after all, and the labs always had so much money to replace just about anything… he could sell them, see how much he could get away with.

Eventually Oz was selling such things to criminals in London. And when he found out he could join their ranks and become an assassin, it seemed like a dream come true. He did it for years, amidst the Jolly Rogers. He was a bit quiet, a little unnerving. But he did his job well - quick, and quiet.

However, Oz was nearly killed. Suffering a lumbar spinal cord injury, Oz was stuck in the hospital for months. He had lost the use of his legs at first, and required intense rehabilitation to even walk with forearm crutches or push himself in a wheelchair. But more importantly to Oz, he already had the fear that his job would be gone. No quick and quiet kills in a wheelchair - he just couldn't see it. His hands unsteady and his body having gone through a traumatic event, he was in the perfect place to be manipulated into defecting to the Jabberwocks.

They promised the assassin they'd heard such great things about that he'd have a prestigious position that satisfied his bloodlust and adrenaline rush - interrogator. Meanwhile, he found himself a part-time job at an art gallery to keep his mind sharp and keep himself doing something. Leaving the Jolly Rogers was incredibly difficult for him, and he now finds himself the subject of much scrutiny from his ex-colleagues.

A S A H O L L A N D - " T H E H O O K "

Underboss for Jolly Roger , Children's Book Illustrator

46 years old , He / Him , Homosexual

FULL BIO BELOW.

PLEASE CHECK TWS BEFORE PROCEEDING TW // Homophobia, medical malpractice, electroshock therapy, religious trauma, medical trauma, head trauma, murder

BIOGRAPHY .

Asa came into the world with a hard-working mother and a father hellbent on success. While he and his sister spent their childhood in a cozy cottage near the cliffs on the outskirts of Dublin, their father was worming his way into the Irish government. Conor Holland wanted to be in the cabinet, and that meant making sure he had the perfect family... and Asa's rebellious teenage nature, coupled with his secret homosexuality found out through secret magazines and love letters under his bed, meant that he was a huge liability. So Asa was sent away to a troubled teen's home at age 15 - a place that could take minors and sculpt them into whatever their parents wanted. Extremely religious, strict. He was made to believe very early on that any anger is not tolerated, and neither is his attraction to men. It only worsened from there. Asa's rebellion ran deep, but his father's stubbornness ran deeper. When he didn't seem to be 'reformed' as his father wanted, Conor Holland forged medical documents and sent him away to a psychiatric facility. When they started to suspect anything, he'd be sent to another. Asa spent nearly 20 years in and out of mental hospitals. White walls, little cups with his daily medications. Sedated, lethargic, and isolated. Some locations were better than others. Some were complete hell. Meanwhile, his father benefited from an absent son who was so tucked away, so hard to find or learn about, that he could even be claimed to be dead. St. Irene's was the worst. After medical malpractice with defunct medical equipment and out-of-date experimental treatments, Asa was left worse than ever. An electro-convulsive therapy machine was used on him in hopes this could cure the issues outlined by the ever-growing list of mental maladies his father had assigned to him by force. But with St. Irene's over-crowding, he was sent back to his father. This time, Asa made sure he couldn't be sent back, and took a hammer to his father's head. An unfortunate housefire 'took the life of' Conor Holland, member of the Irish cabinet. And Asa fled to London with his father's secret stash of cash. It was the court case of St. Irene's v. Holland that got Asa noticed by the Jolly Roger. A carefully crafted take-down of the corrupt institution he'd been subject to for years. Old letters, polaroids, prior patient testimony. Asa had forged the most airtight condemnation of the institution completely on his own - and won a huge settlement for his troubles. The place was shut down, the owners and some of the doctors locked up. Suddenly, Asa Holland was an asset. A smart man whose father seemed to 'disappear'. After he'd been looked into, he was pulled into the Jolly Roger, starting with some general consulting and aiding in organization. It didn't take long for him to get into killing. He'd already done it once and loved the way it felt. So why not a few more, for pay? And soon enough, he was moving up, and up. Now an Underboss, Asa Holland is noted as "the Hook". Named after the captain in Peter Pan, Asa has 'hooks' in many parts of London. He 'hooks' people into the Jolly Roger who intrigue him... and just like a fishing hook, he keeps them there until he decides to rip free. If he ever does...

HEADCANONS .

-Asa can be an incredibly off-putting individual, due to his time away from ‘society’, as well as the head trauma he's experienced. While he tries to make conversation with others, it is clear he is still figuring out how to make friends and to have relationships.

-His flat is an eclectic and beautiful mishmosh of art, plants, and his 5 cats. He collects many items from the antique stores that Jolly Roger works out of, and its on display beautiful in his artsy space. It's here where he has his own private art studio for his books - he works as a childrens book illustrator.

-While he is an enigma wrapped in another enigma, Asa can be a kind person. He often is thoughtful in small ways- having everyones’ coffee orders pegged on his bulletin board in his office, sending small and odd cards for birthdays and events.

-Asa is covered in tattoos. He often wears suits when working that covers them all, but in the past 10 years of his time in 'society', he's collected ink all over his arms and legs, shoulders, back, and chest.

Andrew Moore ♦ 40 ♦ Law Enforcement ♦

Detective Inspector - Former professional footballer

Ruthlessness is a virtue on the pitch and if I want to be candid, I think it's the same in life. You have to be ruthless out there.

We all have this earliest memory which never leaves our mind. To some, it’s the first day at school, a particularly nice day or, more often, a small fright. Either way, those memories usually date back to the age of 3 to 6 years old.

Andrew didn’t have a memory predating the day he woke up in a hospital. He had been in a coma for months and neither the doctors or the police, despite their best efforts, could figure out how that boy wound up shipped in a box, or where he came from at all. Whoever had put him in there had left absolutely no traces behind them, and soon, he was placed in an orphanage. To the social workers’ surprise, the boy was well spoken, polite and had received an education. He was adopted by a British businessman and his wife, and his life only began then.

He spent the end of his childhood in Cornwall in the south west of Britain, and displayed an interest for football, a sport he’d played in his former life. If he also had spent countless hours riding horses and fencing, those were hobbies he wasn’t exposed to, and therefore never found himself drawn to. If his father would have preferred his son took over the business, a scout for Queens Park Rangers decided otherwise. By the time he was 15, Andrew would spend more time on the pitch than he did in classrooms, and he debuted his professional career by the time he turned 17.

Soon enough, he shone too bright for his club and his goal, like many other players before him, had always been the Premiere league. His dream came true when he wound up playing for Arsenal FC from the age of 23 until the age of 31. Andrew was a born leader, having often found himself the designated team captain in his teams and he could have seen himself turning toward coaching in about a few years.

But life wasn’t only rainbows and butterflies, and even the most successful men had their demons. If he made it a point to keep himself in good shape, and always encouraged his team mates and now his players of doing the same, Andrew wasn’t as strong psychologically speaking. He had his vices : he slept around, a fear of abandonment keeping him from ever trusting anyone enough for longer company, and he found enjoyment in gambling : sometimes, he was successful, some others... not so much. He spent a fortune paying back the Red Rose Casino yet couldn’t stop himself from going back. His career came to an abrupt end when he and a Liverpool defender accidentally bumped heads while defending the ball. The concussion put him in the hospital, and the short term effects from that were all unpleasant but one was simply confusing. He wasn't sure what it was he remembered, but for the first time in his whole life, he was getting bribes of his childhood back. Andrew tried to get back on the pitch, but migraines settled in, and there rarely is a week without them, up to current day. It was around then he figured he wouldn't be the sort to sit back and become an antique, waiting for sky sports to call him for a weekly consultant gig. Fuck that. Besides, he wanted to figure out what the hell it was with those childhood memories of his. They were blurry, incomplete, and perhaps it was all a red herring, but there was something fishy about them.

Saying goodbye to his first career wasn't easy, but he embraced his new one with open arms. Passing the exams to become detective wasn't precisely easy, as he only ever lived for football, but he was a stubborn, dedicated man, and he made do. The MET Police's resources might help him connect the dots, and in the meanwhile, he's just glad to be keeping London civilians safe. God knows the town needs it.

+ / -  decisive, pragmatic, federator, charming, insecure, secretive, ruthless, severe

Over the course of his career, Andrew has played as a midfielder and taken the role of captain. He was known for being rather aggressive on the pitch, and a handful of yellow cards were given to him as such. He earned himself one red card during a match against Tottenham during which he infamously lost his cool.

Andrew has a distinctive burn mark on his hand, which dates back from before his adoption. He doesn’t remember where it comes from, and will come up with a different story to explain it each time he’s asked about it.

He bought a house in Kensington, London not too far from Hyde Park, the train station or the Arsenal stadium, and he has invested some of his money in businesses of his neighborhood, which keeps his wallet steady enough. Unfortunately, he had to sell a few properties because of his debt to the Jabberwocks.

Each of his houses has a garden attached to it : Andrew finds solace putting his hands in the dirt and making sure each and every plant gets everything it needs to thrive. His garden is a place sacred to him and one he cherishes more than any other possession. He puts a lot of thought and time into it.

Although he only ever played in England, he had a lot of French teammates and a French manager, and he learned Spanish in school. As a result, he's near fluent in all three languages.

FC : John Krasinski

an insult in the guise of a compliment. the tinkling of ice cubes in a glass of scotch. an engraved fountain pen. patronising laughter. tennis whites. an heirloom signet ring. love letters between war poets. airs and graces. a smile for every occasion. the works of j.c leyendecker. ruthlessly plucking out every grey hair you find. sparkling conversation. twisting someone’s words. playing the face card. dressing to the nines. a vintage sports car. a girl on your arm and a man in your bed.

statistics.

full name:  the right honourable alexander heathecote-browne, sixth viscount esher nickname(s):  alec, quill name meaning:  defender of men age:  forty-three date of birth:  august 10th star sign:  leo place of birth:  near newington, united kingdom current location: london, united kingdom gender:  cis-man pronouns:  he/him sexual orientation:  gay, but in that old hollywood way where he might just be a really prolific womanizer religion:  church of england (nominally) occupation:  owner of the daily mail family:  charles heathecote-browne, fifth viscount esher (father, deceased) evelyn heathecote-browne (mother, née fortescue) annabel white (former nanny, maternal figure) education level:  graduated from oxford university with first class honours living arrangements:  primarily resides in a townhouse in chelsea financial status:  wealthy spoken languages:  english, french, latin

biography. (gambling addiction tw, suicide tw)

Alexander Heathecote-Browne was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the world just waiting for him to come along and take a bite out of it.

His birth was little more than the fulfilment of a contract between his parents, the spousal agreement to get on with the process of producing an heir so they could go right back to ignoring each other. They ignored Alec too, but he learned quickly not to mind - he had Nanny, after all, and he loved her better than his mother and father combined.

As is the case with so many members of the British peerage, the majority of Alec’s youth was spent at boarding school; a gauntlet of cruelty designed to make or break you. For Alec, it was the former - he was a gregarious, outgoing young man, free with his smiles and too clever by half. Every move he made was calculated to ensure his own survival, and to that end he became something of a bully - the devastating kind that always seemed to see right to the root of your insecurities.

It was imperative that Alec installed himself near the top of the social food chain early on (though never actually at the top, where he was in danger of becoming a target), so that when the less palatable aspects of his own character became clear, he had a coterie of friends built around him already.

For a young man of the Greek persuasion, boarding school was at once a playground and a prison. It’s funny how many straight boys are willing to be leant an experienced hand, or even to share your bed, as long as you were willing to keep it secret. To pretend it didn’t matter. Alec became used to laughing off such trysts as youthful indiscretions, a way to pass time in the absence of any girls, and learnt to ignore how hollowed out it made him feel.

It was always a given that Alec would go to Oxford University, as all the men in his family had, though he likely would have made the cut even without his prolific ancestry. He was a good student, kept the right company, had all the right hobbies and new exactly how to conduct himself - it should’ve been easy. It was easy, right up until the end of his third year.

Rumours had been circling about Alec’s father, Viscount Esher, for a number of years by the time Alec was due to finish his degree. The gossip was easy to ignore at first - insipid slander from people too small for the Heathecote-Brownes to even see - but it wasn’t long until the talk gained real credibility, and credibility became outright fact. Viscount Esher was a gambling addict, and he proved it by pissing away the entire family fortune before finally putting a gun in his mouth.

At the grand age of 21, Alexander Heathecote-Browne became the sixth Viscount Esher, inheriting nothing but an empty title and crippling debt. It was a small mercy that he’d already sat his exams, but even his first class degree from one of the most prestigious universities in the world felt meaningless when his family’s business was being smeared across page six.

It was up to him to fix it - god knows his mother wouldn’t be able to pull herself away from the bar cart long enough to do the job. Alec pored over the scope of his father’s debts, chasing a paper trail that ultimately led him to the Red Rose Casino, in London.

It was here that Alec met the individual who would one day call themselves the Crimson Monarch. He was smitten right away - how could he not be? The Liddell heir was an intoxicating presence, clear-eyed and sharp-tongued, charming and dangerous. Devastating, really.

But Alec wasn’t there for Viktor Liddell. He came to see the reigning Crimson Monarch, to discuss settling the sum tied to his family name. Alec had a way of getting into places that ought to have been inaccessible, a force of personality that his father sorely lacked (a force that might have saved him, had Alec only known). He asked for a year to pay what was owed - a gamble most befitting the casino that housed their meeting - and by some grace of god, he was granted it.

So Alec fought. He clawed his way back into society using whatever means necessary, relying on his wits and charms to protect him, as they always had. His fallen prince act worked like magic on the grand dames of the London scene, their hearts easily won by a sob story, some flattery, and a handsome face. Before long he had enough capital to invest, and with those investments came the money he needed to pay back the casino. He was on top again (but still not right at the top).

All the while, Alec cultivated his relationship with the eldest of the Liddell children, whom he came to sincerely call ‘friend’. But it wasn’t just friendship, not for him. Alec was devoted to Viktor, infatuated with him, he just couldn’t help himself.

It all came to a head on the night of Alec’s 25th birthday - a few too many drinks were had, they were alone, and it was easy to let the lines blur. Viktor was clear that it shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and then it just… kept happening. And it could keep happening as long as Alec could keep it secret - which he did, of course. He was old hand at this by now, a man more hollow than flesh.

The dalliances (for that was all they were) lasted a while, becoming less and less frequent as time wore on. They were never any less friends for it, though. Alec was excellent at keeping things light, and would continue to do so in spite of the intensity of his own feelings, because it was better than the alternative: losing Viktor altogether.

When the old Crimson Monarch died, Alec resolved to be there for his friend in whatever capacity they needed, endeavouring to support them through their transition into leadership (not that they needed it - Viktor’s always been steady as a rock).

By this time, Alec was more than comfortable in terms of finances, and he set his sights on a new prize: acquiring the Daily Mail; the very newspaper that had so callously spread the news of his family misfortune all those years ago. However, even with the significant wealth he’d accumulated over the previous fifteen years, it still wouldn’t be enough to purchase the paper in its entirety. So Alec approached his dearest friend, the new Crimson Monarch, and asked for help paving the way.

It’s been three years since Alec acquired the Daily Mail, and under his supervision, the paper has become little more than a tool for obfuscation in favour of the Jabberwocks. If an unsavoury story crosses Alec’s desk, he sees it quickly and unceremoniously removed - after all, what’s the point in having power if you can’t use it to help the person you love?

other things. (dementia tw)

There’s nothing in the world that scares Alec more than growing old. It isn’t just his vanity, which is so easily offended, but the threat to his very personhood - he watched his mother lose so much of herself to dementia with age, and fears the same fate for himself. The disease isn’t hereditary, he knows, but that does little to soothe his nerves.

No matter how he flatters and coerces, never agree to play billiards with Alec if you encounter him at the Red Rose. He takes no prisoners, and will have you paying for his drinks for the rest of the evening.

His biological mother aside, Alec’s relationships with the women in his life are arguably the most important to him. There’s Nanny, of course, who he remains in contact with and takes out to lunch on her birthday every year, but he’s frequently enchanted by the wits and beauty of his female peers, and boasts a great many friends among them.

Unsurprisingly, Alec is a complete clothes horse, and has an impeccable sense of personal style. That being said, he is one of those annoying people that looks good in everything, so the fact that he dresses well is almost irrelevant.

Alec was three years above Prince William at Eton, and thought he was a complete drip. It’s deeply petty, but he takes a smug satisfaction in the fact that the future king went bald.

*A GIRL IN THE SHAPE OF A MONSTER / A MONSTER IN THE SHAPE OF A GIRL.

— { samara weaving, she / her, 26 } We just saw { roxana liddell } entering { scotland yard, arrested yet again }. I heard through the grapevine that her loyalties lie with { the jabberwocks }, and that they also go by { the devil }. Be careful, she works as an { underground fighter, freelance trainer, and socialite } and is known to be { rebellious }, { chaotic }, or { violent }. However she's also known to be { resourceful }, { lavish }, and { playful }.   { daisy, she / her, est, images of bugs, depictions of animal abuse } —

»»» a smear of bright red lipstick on the teeth, a never-ending blossom of bruises, lighting a cigarette with the smoke of a gun, pulling death from a tarot deck; the flashing of camera bulbs white-cold and relentless as the snow, balancing precariously atop a balcony railing, pointe shoes and ripped fishnets; a red rose bowing under the weight of snowdrift but never breaking, a blood-tipped knife hanging from the ceiling, the circus act who catches bullets with her teeth.

BASICS, HISTORY, WANTED CONNECTIONS, & EXTRAS UNDER THE CUT !!

i. BASICS.

BIRTH NAME: Roxana Dominika Liddell NICKNAMES: Roxy / Roxie / Rox; The Devil; Roxy Horror ( fight name ) AGE: 26 D.O.B.: tbd BIRTHPLACE: tbd CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, French, Russian AFFILIATION: Jabberwocks OCCUPATION: whatever she feels like ( underground fighter, trainer, socialite ) EDUCATION: secondary school / limited university-level coursework  SEXUALITY / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: whatever, whoever, whenever RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CHILDREN: none POSITIVE TRAITS:  playful, resourceful, loyal, protective, extravagant NEUTRAL TRAITS:  stubborn, unpredictable, selective, mischievous, determined NEGATIVE TRAITS:  vicious, obsessive, chaotic, destructive, manipulative INSP:  Villanelle, Harley Quinn, Bellatrix Lestrange, Catwoman, Louise Belcher, unhinged noir antiheroines, unreliable narrators, and the girlboss / gaslight / gatekeep meme &lt;333

ii. BIO TLDR.

Roxana is a woman obsessed with life and freedom, but she doesn’t know how to achieve her idea of a fulfilled life, and so resorts to violence as both self-discovery and self-destruction.

iii. FULL HISTORY.

[ trigger warnings for: descriptions of violence, blood, death, drug abuse ]

Beauty and terror have long been the favorite paradox and primary pastime of the youngest Liddell child, Roxana Liddell. It was the only outcome for a girl who, from birth, witnessed the true nature of what truly made her family: tyrants masquerading as fair rulers, violence sheathed by radiance, glass towers so high above the rest that they prevented from seeing those trapped inside, a family cursed to feel nothing and say even less. They were little more than a dollhouse, flawless from the outside, but constantly manipulated and puppeteered by the Crimson Monarch reigning high above. Little Roxie, ever observant and impressionable to a fault, grew into the perfectly cracked mirror of them all: bloodthirsty monster and enchanting witch, caged by thorns yet unfathomably picturesque.   She was the Liddell's unplanned finale turned unfinished symphony, for she saw them exactly as what they were and rejected them with every emotional outburst and triggered temper.  It was never her family members' individual vices or personas she feared, but instead — beecoming like them. Owned and ruled over. Dominated. Bound by the conventions of the family name and promises she never agreed to make.   From youth, this fear was combatted by her innate pursuit of freedom, excitement, and experience, forever searching for proof that girlhood could transform into godhood, and that she could not be defined by that which came before her. Physical prowess honed by aristocrat-appropriate sports soon resulted in playground fights ended only by bloody, broken noses, and a penchant for escaping from authority figures' grasps. It hadn't started as bloodlust. Rather, it'd been meant as a scream for salvation — but there was a particular fascination in the space between the sin committed and its resultant shock, and the world her family created was the perfect place to play at games of destructive delight, bound by the pull of death and ecstasy.   Unlike her siblings, she didn't complete university, choosing instead to spend her time specializing in the art of hedonistic parties and tabloid fodder. While anyone with her Midas touch could throw a bash, Roxana's innately creative mind and love of the bizarre translated into unforgettable nights replete with elaborate themes, fighting and gambling rings, and imported drugs, to name a few. Her money, charisma, and hedonistic streak meant the certainty of that which mattered most: others’ silence, her own violence, and a hell of a night for all.    Her penchant for destruction has left a trail of bodies in its wake, some victims more serious than others. Each high-profile one is, naturally, taken care of with the signing of a Liddell-sponsored check, making the matter go away entirely with the swipe of a pen. But, after the likely Roxana-caused overdose of one of the Royal Family's own, the youngest Liddell has been kept on an impressively tight leash as of late, assigned a 24/7 handler, and stripped of carte-blanche access to the family credit cards and their illicit supply. What's a girl to do under such horrid circumstances? Lie, cheat, steal, and even kill for the chance to be free once more. 

iii. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Under construction! Some general ideas can be found in the 'wanted' section of Rox's pinterest, and her formal wc list will be updated in the coming days!

iv. EXTRAS

pinterest !!

Roxana has made quite a name for herself within the lightweight class of some underground fight clubs. Specifically, the name she's known by in these settings is "Roxy Horror" — a play on a favorite film of hers and a cheeky nod to the absolute truth of her violence.   

After each arrest and its subsequent dismissal due to her family's name, influence, and money, Roxana places her mugshots in ornate frames befitting the Liddell estate, and hides them amongst the countless portraits adorning the walls. To date, only four of the double-digit mugshots have been found.   

Just as her brother has his antiques, Roxana has trinkets of her own. The only difference, however, is that hers are acquired through petty theft. She's not a full-blown kleptomaniac, but there's certainly a compulsiveness to her steals, and Roxie has kept every trinket and trophy she's ever stolen dating back to childhood — even the sparkly pink gel pen nicked from a classmate on her first day of primary school.  

Roxie has a complicated relationship with her siblings. She openly declares favorites amongst them, but the rankings change at the drop of a hat. More than this, she frequently lies to each one about what the other has said or done, pitting the older Liddells against each other just for her own amusement.  

'Hidden' talents include: a near-eidetic memory, superior verbal /  impression mimicry, ballet and aerial skills.

perfectly manicured nails sometimes tinged crimson, emotional support knife collection, never unawares, sure of one's self, cocky & arrogant but quiet, the taste of blood in one's mouth, a warm sensation running down one's neck, eyes that pierce through the veil, dangerous and intoxicating, a million reasons to avoid and only one to approach, like fire in one's veins.

basic info

full name:  lucretia winchester nickname:  'tia (rare) name meaning:  succeed/wealth/prosperity affiliation: the jolly rogers age:  forty-seven date of birth:  october 27 star sign:  scorpio place of birth:  somerset, england current location:  southwark london, england gender:  cis-female pronouns:  she/her sexual orientation:  pansexual religion:  atheist occupation:  contract killer/assassin family:  cormac winchester (father, estranged), alina beauchamp (mother, deceased), alistair winchester (uncle), corrine winchester (sister), michael winchester (half-brother), javier vidal (ex-husband) education level:  graduated from the university of manchester with a degree in neuroscience living arrangements:  posh home near southwark park financial status:  affluent spoken languages:  english, french, spanish, scotsgaelic personality:  (-) recalcitrant, self-absorbed, ruthless (+) charming, loyal, talented

inspiration

saffron (firefly), aeon flux (aeon flux), jane smith (mr. and mrs. smith), kathryn merteuil (cruel intentions), yennefer (the witcher), nisha (borderlands series), molotov cocktease (the venture bros), ada wong (resident evil)

biography (tw: blood, murder, mental health, death, heart attack, violence, toxic relationships)

as a child, lucretia was doted upon by her parents and the apple of her father's eye. she never wanted for anything, being afforded every whim and desire she could ever ask for, which very likely stunted her development as a person.

when she turned six she started showing signs of mild sociopathy in her disregard for others feelings and ability to hurt people without remorse, seemingly.

it was allowed to pass as childhood whims and her father never took her for another evaluation, seeing her as the perfect specimen.

in her teen years lucretia attended private school and there were several incidents of others getting hurt around her, one even being one of her boyfriends who was hospitalized for the effort. he never said what had happened and lucretia seemed 'distraught' so it was never pursued.

when her younger sister was born, lucretia was ambivalent, knowing well enough to show signs of happiness at the prospect but not really seeming to connect to corrine.

at 17 lucretia walked in on her father with another woman, not the first in a long line of mistresses that would lead to her having half-siblings all over the country.

though the betrayal was more against her mother and lucretia was hard to actually crack in terms of emotions, she became cold and distant from her father, deciding then and there that she refused to be second to anyone.

after making sure her parents were going to accommodate her wish to attend manchester university and pay her way, she left home and only kept in touch with her sister. they weren't close but lucretia knew well enough to keep at least one family member on the line for her.

her father reached out a lot and was met with a chilly reception, but he still sent money her way. her mother, a woman who chose to stay with a man who betrayed her was afforded even less attention.

before she finished school her mother passed away. the doctor's said heart attack and, in lucretia's studies, she posited that her mother's heart had never recovered from the betrayal and psychosympathetically gave way to the pain.

lucretia did not attend the funeral, citing exams but in reality just having no want to be in a place with that many mourning people, especially her family.

it wasn't long after this that her father's first bastard came forward, a half-brother by the name of michael who was then given the winchester name and more or less becoming cormac's new heir. they half-siblings would continue to come out of the woodwork for YEARS after this and, even in current day, lucretia isn't sure they've all been accounted for.

her father never remarried, instead choosing to continue to be free, but lucretia lost track of him and didn't seem to care anymore — she assumes when he passes she will not be offered anything in his will and while the money would be nice she couldn't care less. she still sometimes talks to her sister, out of habit more than necessity.

after acquiring her masters, lucretia took residence in a nice place in central london and was contacted by her uncle to help him with his ventures. lucretia had always liked alistair and he had doted upon her something fierce so she agreed.

alistair gave her a new lease on life (and a means to afford the better things without having to rely on donations from her family), allowing her to learn the art of assassination (and thievery) to find a position within the jolly rogers.

lucretia was, from then on, loyal to the jolly rogers, though only as far as she was allowed to do her own thing and finish her contracts as she saw fit; mercurial as ever.

she had zero designs on moving up the ranks past contract killing. none of that appealed to her. she was affluent, comfortable, and able to sate her needs, why bother with more? she took joy in the killing, whether anyone could tell if they were warranted or not. the woman likes violence.

partway through, she met javier, a man who paid all of his attention to her which sparked in her, at least as much as her cold heart could manage, some semblance of love. lucretia bucked against these feelings consistently but could not deny them.

javier filled a need that her issues with her father had created (compounded with her undiagnosed sociopathy) and she took to him, but in her own way.

they were violent, they were volatile, and everything they did ended up being a bigger production than it had any right to. their fights were legendary: rooms were destroyed, buildings were set on fire, love was made, javier oft ended up on the wrong side of lucretia's knife. it was bliss... ish.

when they decided to split lucretia shed no tears, even though a part of her was forever damaged in that, like pulling old staples out of a project and shredding the edges of the paper. she wasn't exactly whole EVER but she was even less whole without him around.

she filled this space with more contracts, more killing, and flings out the wazoo to try and incite a response from javi to at least get a bit of that thrill from him. when he started to travel she continued on the same, but was slowly coming to find that she wasn't fond of being under anyone's thumb.

when eliza was arrested, there was a small amount of amusement in that. she thought long and hard about how it would have never happened to her. she never craved the throne though, too much responsibility and not enough fun... but still, she could do better. this she knew.

now under javier's leadership she continues on her merry way, waiting for their paths to cross properly though he seemed to be avoiding her. perhaps another trip down memory lane would sate her bloodlust and need for attention...

the jolly rogers are off on a new path and sweeney todd is along for the ride, forever willing to shed some blood for the cause or, more aptly, for herself.

headcanons

lucretia doesn't love like a normal person. the only person she has ever truly loved was javier and even she doesn't realize it. romantic relationships are likely a non-starter in that regard unless it's javi.

in her home, lucretia has secreted compartments of weapons. modifying the home had to be done discreetly so she got people within the jolly rogers to do so.

a punch is more romantic to lucretia than a kiss, unless there are teeth involved. she sees signs of violence as signs of love.

she has a very small spot that breaks through her wanton murder for animals. she won't hurt them or kill them (a divergence from true sociopathy first of all but the player can't even fathom)

most of the things she does are out of habit. calling their sister would be a thing most people do because they want to (or feel family obligation) but lucretia does it because she just does. its become habitual. same with watering plants in her home, drinking alcohol, smiling at people, etc

she enjoys being in charge insomuch as she likes ordering people around. responsibility is not something she's keen on and yet she refuses to give any sign of seeming obeisance. things happen because she's fine with them happening, not because she's been told to.

give her an inch and she'll take a mile.

likes orchids and, oddly enough, bird watching from her terrace.

life goal is to get javier to wear a tie. (slight joke, deal with it)

wanted connections

'friends' - those whom lucretia has formed a sort of symbiotic relationship with to trade resources, trade secrets, and fill time when it's necessary and she has no work to be done. very few would be actually FRIEND friends, but she counts them among people she'll call in a pinch.

one night stands - she went on a tear of sleeping around and, as if habitual at this point, falls into the same pattern if she's not properly occupied. there are very few repeat performances but this could segue into awkward encounters through interactions, though lucretia herself would only feign awkward. bonus points if they can fit into the following category as well.

law enforcement stalkers - using the word stalker as a sort of blanket term here for anyone in law enforcement that suspects her of anything but hasn't been able to pin her yet. she's very meticulous and clean in what she does, so it might be harder for them, but they find ways to strike up conversations and hassle her. taken by @colin-blackwood

friend - lucretia has to have at least one friend, outside of javier and their messed up relationship, that she trusts. open to anything for this as long as we can plot it out thoroughly and have a good reason. she's not a good person but i won't say she's entirely outside the realm of caring about people, she just does it oddly. preferably someone within the jolly rogers but other ideas can be entertained.

fellow killers - though it's not like they network, lucretia has likely been forced to work alongside others or seen others in her own field and, for whatever reason, they recognize one another and have a sort of quiet respect, as much as anyone can.

half-siblings - can really be anyone as long as they are at least half-caucasian (she's of irish descent). will be putting in a wanted connection for the one named half-brother she also has (as well as her sister) but this is open to anyone else who wants to be half-siblings to lucretia and have her father, cormac winchester as their father.

Luis Hector Espino-Muñoz ♦ cismale (he/him) ♦ 43 ♦ Government ♦ Mayor of London

“It is time to say that the problem is that of those who gorge themselves : the banks, the big bosses of the NASDAQ and the CAC 40.”

Born on April 19th, 1979, in London, the second child of María and Eduardo Espino, Luis was raised by parents who had to flee Cuba. His father was involved in local politics, and he had to leave the country when Castro took power. The two political refugees eventually decided to settle permanently in the UK, but for a long time Luis thought he would one day have to leave the only country he had ever known all while being reminded of how lucky he was to be living here in the U.K.

This segment of his life is one that was exploited by his P.R. team during his campaign for mayor and earned him several points in polls.

It was at around the same time that his parents signed him up for scout camps as they didn’t want their son to be idle for two entire months. His older sister spent her summer taking gym classes, and he could use some time away from books. After a few summers, the young boy was put in charge of his group of scouts and that was his first-time experiencing leadership from the top of the pyramid rather than the bottom. He found that he quite enjoyed that, and that he was good at it too. When he started school again in September of that year, Luis had blossomed into a much more confident teenager than he was a couple months before. Although according to his best friend, he was still, by all means, a huge bloody raging nerd, he stopped being nearly as introverted and shy as he once was, and found that through opening up to others, people did the same to him (or maybe was it this little thing called puberty that hit him like a guardian angel).

It would have been a bit disheartening, of course, to realize that your brains and your words mattered a lot more to people if your face was pleasant to look at. Luis fortunately for him, remained oblivious to that. Then, his older sister’s persistence in reminding him that he looked like a Gremlin and a dinosaur had a love child may have helped with being oblivious.

While in high school, Luis volunteered to help a politician for the local elections with the hopes that it would help him in his college applications. Considering how he had been brought up, it wasn’t complicated for him to pick a party to root for: the Labour Party was the obvious choice and one he has stuck to ever since. He learned quite a bit about campaigning, and quite a lot about the way things worked, but although he might have not been the toughest young man, he lacked nothing else to engage in local politics. While studying in college, at the London School of Economics, he used the very few connections he had made while in high school to lend a job with a London councilwoman’s office notably on matters regarding immigration and graduated with a first-class degree award on his bachelor in Local Policies and Economics. He then worked for a non-profit (The British Red Cross) and spent most of his free time assisting Labour party politicians until he was asked to be campaign manager for a candidate in the 2008 mayoral elections.  Their candidate won the elections and moved onto the British Parliament in 2016 at the end of his second term. Luis, in the meantime, had dropped his job with the Red Cross and gotten elected to public office in 2012 as councilman of London. He was reelected in 2016 and decided to offer his name to the Party for the Mayoral elections of 2020.

Now in office, Luis pushes for liberal ideas, advocating for issues ranging from the state of the NHS to the ecological transition of London. He fights gentrification and has launched a series of projects aiming to help the 99% whether through the tackling of immigrational issues, or fundings for promising young entrepreneurs. His long-term plans include Parliament but being the first man of color making it to Prime Minister would also be an honor.

+ / -  Charismatic, level-headed, incisive, passionate, calculating, idealistic, overly empathetic, intense

He’s obsessed with Queen and sometimes quotes the band in speeches. No one’s noticed, so far.

Luis’ hair is speckled with grey streaks, it has been this way since his early 30s.

Luis doesn’t drink often and doesn’t smoke. He makes sure he’s walked at least 10 000 steps every day and does yoga and pilates on  a regular basis. However, he splurges an awful lot on coffee and drinks too much of it. He’s not all that fond of tea, but if you ask him, he’ll pretend he loves earl grey as it is one of those things that makes you untrustworthy to the British eye.

Luis is an avid bird watcher and can imitate many bird songs with ease.

His secretary often moves items in the office to see if Luis will  notice. Detail oriented as he is, it often takes him little time to spot what changed. He could be world champion at the 7 differences game.

Luis eats food in his plate from least liked to most liked.

BASICS

Legal Name: Keltie Georgia Brown Nicknames/Alias: Kelt, Kel, Doc DOB: Jan 1 1993 Gender: cis female Sexuality: heterosexual, heteroromantic Place of Birth: Barking Public Hospital, London Currently: London Nationality: English   Day Occupation: Phlebotomist   Jolly Rancher Occupation: Poison/Serum maker

HISTORY Childhood/Family Life: Keltie was born to a 15 year old mother, a girl who was passed from gang member to gang member in order to way-lay the rent she and her family were late on. There has never been that much of an investigation on anyone’s behalf as to who her father was and Keltie doesn’t care to know. Her mother dropped out of school to raise her and took up many different jobs – all minimum wage or ‘free’ before falling into the drug scene and eventually overdosing when Keltie was 16. There was never much food on the table, contributing to the thin (often gaunt) look of Keltie as she grew up.   Education: Attended public schooling, fell in love with the sciences, excelling in particular at biology and chemistry. Awarded a scholarship (given to under privileged teen girls who strived in the sciences) to attend Imperial College London. Graduated with a degree in Biochemistry with a year in industry and Research. Adult Timeline:  2011: awarded scholarship and enrols in Imperial College London. 2011: scholarship included student accommodation in campus living. 2012: took a job working at a pharmacy part time, also began to develop interest in researching illicit substances, probably due to her mother’s habitual use and eventual overdose. 2014: graduates with honours 2015: works in pharmaceutical research, easily bored and finds herself creating better recreational drugs for her old college friends. Begins to make a decent amount of money on the side 2017: connects with Jabberwocks and begins to work in the pharmaceutical creation, but finds herself bored with sticking to the strict guidelines 2019: decides to begin looking ‘elsewhere’ for more stimulating ways to create her own medicines mid-2020: Leaves the Jabberwocks after a rather good pitch from the Jolly Ranchers and spends an entire year creating a serum that will compel most people into ‘forgetting’ the part of their brain that stops them from saying what they’re thinking. 2021: starts human trials on the serum, tweaking what she needs to with several mistakes with local homeless people who are willing to trial her drugs for shelter and money – most of them happy to have a bottle of booze in exchange for 24hours with the drug maker. mid-2022: launches a serum to the Jolly Rogers to stop the inhibition reflex in 78% of people tested.

PERSONALITY

Positives:  +smart: Keltie has found a leg-up in life thanks to the way her brain can process large scientific concepts and produce rather good illicit substances and   +driven: Kel wants to be the best in her field and she is damn sure that she is.   +focussed: Oftentimes Keltie can go days on end without leaving her flat (or the basement of her flat, that is), this is both a positive and a negative trait that fluctuates depending on the situation.

Negatives:  -reclusive: Kelt loves her own space and isn’t really one to let people into her home. It’s chaos, but she knows where everything is and doesn’t like many people in her space.   -manipulative: Keltie often steals blood samples from the lab she works at and finds the quickest way to blame it on her colleagues or clerical errors. With doe eyes and a giggle, she can talk her way out of most situations.   -obsessive: have you seen her notebook? Speaks for itself, really.

Personality Type: ISTP – The Craftsperson

Archetype: The Alchemist

Likes & Dislikes:  + her iPad and Apple Pen + the smell of chimney smoke + writing notes all over her favourite chemistry texts when she finds a better or easier way to conduct a test   + cigarettes + coffee/energy drinks - sleep - being told she’s wrong - other people - small talk/chit chat - Wednesdays (pension day at the blood bank)

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Father unknown, Chrystalle Emilia Brown (deceased)   Siblings: None, though with her father unknown, there is a definite possibility to having half siblings. Children: None. Current Partner: [open] Ex-Partners: [open] Boss/Employer: [open]/NHS Co-Workers: [open] Friends: [open] Enemies: [open]

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: too-thin (gaunt and drawn looking) Hair Colour: light brown/dirty blonde Eye Colour: Grey, large black flick in left iris due to chemical reaction during experimentation in her teens Distinguishing Marks: black flick in left iris, several healed self-harm scars on right forearm, multiple chemical burn scars on her chest and stomach from experiments gone wrong.

BASICS

Legal Name: Phoebe Dayze Robertson Known as: Phoebe Dayze Nicknames/Alias: Phee, Dayzie DOB: April 1, 1992   Gender: cis female Sexuality: herteroflexible, heteroromantic Place of Birth: hospital wing of the Robertson Property, North Berwick, Scotland. Currently: London Nationality: Scottish   Day Occupation: Executive Assistant Jabberwock Occupation: ‘Revenue Raiser’ and Debt Collector

HISTORY

Childhood/Family Life: The Robertsons built their family wealth on owning multiple sprawling properties in Scotland. They are often booked and ‘rented’ by the elites of society, the royals or saved for weddings. Phoebe was raised by her mother and a slew of nannies and assistants – most of whom were fired by her mother once she found out they were sleeping with her husband. Education: Phoebe was educated privately until she was of age to be sent to Wycombe Abbey in England to board. Once she finished high school, she took the opportunity to travel as far away from her parents to study. Adult Timeline:  2010: moves to Melbourne, Australia to study International Business and Business Administration at Monash University. 2014: graduates (with honours) and moves back to London 2015: given a trust by her parents (conditional on her finishing University with a pre-approved degree) to live off. Uses it to party, buy a flat by Hyde Park and do anything but use her degree to work. 2016: through threats of being cut off, Phoebe lands her first (and favourite) job as an executive assistant to Rafael

PERSONALITY

Positives:  +fun-loving: Phoebe is not one to turn down the opportunity to be social or be the centre of attention at a party +open: with those she trusts, she is an open book, willing the share information and swap stories +congenial: mostly on the surface, Phee knows not to rock the boat until absolutely necessary

Negatives:  -manipulative: she will take as much information from someone as possible to store in her mind should the chance arise to need to use said information against the other person -self-centred: if it’s not about her or doesn't affect her directly, Phee barely wants to know -troubled: riddled with trust issues and a rather low opinion of her family, Phee struggles to find her place in the world

Personality Type: ESFP – the performer

Archetype: The Manipulator Likes & Dislikes:  + brunch and breakfast outings filled with coffee, pastries and mimosas + long lay ins with a good book + pushing the boundaries to get what she wants + recharging at home without the incompetent public around her - feeling forced into being social - long lines at her favourite café - rain (unless it’s a long lay in day) - being condescended to because she’s a short, attractive blonde, woman - blood stains on her favourite shoes

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Chrisopher Robertson (strained, more useful to keep her father in her pocket than to piss him off entirely), Heather (nee Dayze) Robertson (not on speaking terms post-arrest) Siblings: None that Phoebe knows of, though with her father’s multiple indiscretions she wouldn’t be surprised if a few popped up, [open] Children: None. Is not looking for children any time soon. Spouse: [open] Current Partner: [open] Ex-Partners: [open] Boss/Employer: Rafael Co-Workers: [open] Friends: [open] Enemies: [open]

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Build: slim, 165cm tall, almost ‘too’ skinny, little noticeable muscle mass Hair Colour: Blonde, sometimes indulging in the darker side of life by embracing a light brown root shadow. Eye Colour: Blue Distinguishing Marks: quite pronounced cupid’s bow, small inch-long scar on the side of her neck under her left ear from a glassing incident whilst clubbing

↪ detective constable, specialist rifle officer, liam colin jasper ramsey.

BASICS

full name: liam colin jasper ramsey. nickname(s): lee. age: thirty. date of birth: 3 november 1992. zodiac sign: scorpio. place of birth: leith, edinburgh, scotland, united kingdom. ethnicity: white.   nationality: scottish. gender: demi-male. sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic; polyamorous ( negotiable ). religion: liam’s family was never all that religious and he has never attended church nor taken religion all that seriously in his personal life. if anything he would describe himself as agnostic if he had to choose anything at all. education: after finishing his compulsory schooling liam earned a BA in criminal justice from the university of the west of scotland. occupation: detective constable with the metropolitan police; recently earned a position as a specialist rifle officer with the firearms unit & is deployed as needed for pre-planned operations. language(s) spoken: english ( primarily ). he’s quite capable of speaking scots, as well, but largely only does so with his family. accent: he has a fairly thick scottish accent— though his own manner of speaking is something he’s heard described as slightly ‘sing-song’ in the past but he’s not certain that qualifies in his particular cadence of speech ( note: it does, he’s just a baby ).

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: jack lowden. hair color: red / red-blond in certain lighting. eye color: green. height: 6′4″ ; 1.93 m. weight: 187 lbs ; 85 kgs. build: though liam appears to be fairly thin due to his height he’s, at this point in his life, more muscle than just about anything else. he’s quite strong and fairly sturdy altogether – comfortable in the way he carries himself. tattoos: he has a sleeve tattoo clearly inspired by norse mythology / the art associated with it covering his right arm ( reference ), a geometric bear tattoo on his left forearm ( reference ). piercings: he had both of his ears pierced as a teenager but has since taken the jewelry out and allowed the holes to close; on a dare from one of his uni friends– he does have his right nipple pierced. distinguishing characteristics: his height – it’s usually the first thing people comment on followed shortly thereafter by his tattoos if they can be seen; his general stoicism and how little he seems to smile in public situations.

PERSONALITY

positive traits: adaptable, alert, athletic, calm, capable, contemplative, courageous, decisive, disciplined, dutiful, earnest, efficient, empathetic, hard working, honorable, intuitive, meticulous, passionate, practical, protective, reliable, stoic.   negative traits: aggressive, competitive, enigmatic, intense, irreverent, obedient, proud, restrained, sarcastic. aloof, assertive, blunt, calculating, opinionated, rigid, secretive. goals/desires: to do something he feels is worthwhile, to open up to people to some extent, to find a way to accept the rather negative path his life has shifted him towards. fears: doing something that would put the people he loves in danger, dying with nothing good in his life to show for it, being alone for the rest of his life. hobbies: practicing his shooting, reading philosophy, working with his hands– he’s done woodworking and engraving since he was a teenager to keep himself occupied and find constructive ways to spend time, working out, chatting with his family, fencing, hiking, swimming, playing video games he remembers from childhood, reading crime thrillers, playing guitar, sketching landscapes, listening to show tunes, fishing, drinking with friends, sex. quirks: he always seems to have a small piece of wood with him that he whittles when he has nothing else to do or when he’s particularly anxious about something, he always has some form of weapon on him– usually a sidearm and a pocket knife, when he laughs exceptionally hard he snorts or stops making noise altogether, he’s exceptionally good with kids and seems to become a completely different man publicly whenever he interacts with them, though he tends to be rather formal and distant with people when he’s meant to be working he seems to relax all at once when he isn’t– it’s during those periods in which he feels allowed to be the chatty, just a bit goofy, nice person he wants to be whenever he can. likes: being out in nature, the sound of his boots in the snow, spending any time on the water, going fishing with his brothers and cousins, cooking when he has people over, the smell of anything baking, good beer, being able to meet people from other countries, folklore and mythology – he always has several books on some sort of mythology or folklore with him at any given time– his favorite is an old book of norse mythology from his mother that he never goes without, the feeling of laughter, making gifts for people, flirting when he can relax enough to do it, being an uncle. dislikes: being too warm, feeling threatened, people who don’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer, cherry flavored things, having to be in the public eye for just about any reason, his inability to make connections and build relationships in ways he enjoys, how difficult he finds it to relax on any given day, getting his socks wet.

FAMILY

father: cailean patrick ramsey. mother: sorcha catriona ramsey ( née ruskin ). sibling(s): graeme jack ramsey, freya eleanor ramsey, kieran garrett ramsey, oliver duncan ramsey, sara maeve ramsey. pet(s): a three year old blue merle border collie named maisie. financial status: comfortable.

BIOGRAPHY

( TW: mentions of death & depression )

— even after two children cailean and sorcha were still eager to build their family– a veritable brood of children who would grow up in a home full of love and laughter, with parents who would adore them and siblings who would never let them go through life without a friend to call on. liam– their second son and third child overall– would be as welcome an addition to the family as his older siblings were and as every one of his younger siblings eventually would be. there was no shortage of love in the ramsey household and from an incredibly young age liam understood that love was perhaps the greatest gift anyone in the world could receive. he was almost a cripplingly shy boy when he was very young but it took almost no prodding for his siblings to pull him into activities he hesitated to do and it was through them that he built the confidence that allowed him to come out of his shell in earnest when he was around nine years old.

— though he was never the belle of the ball or the most popular boy in his class liam was a kind, unfailingly friendly boy when he could get through his shyness and occasional stammer. the few friends he made in any given grade were good friends– solid friends who remained his friends even as they left their schooling far behind. he was soft-spoken and often appeared to be fairly serious though it took almost no effort from friends or even strangers to earn a soft, lopsided smile from the boy – a dimpled little thing that brightened his expression instantly and usually had the effect of allowing anyone who didn’t know him well to realize he really was just a shy person and not, as it seemed, an altogether unfriendly one.

— as he got older it became clear to liam that he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a police officer, something his older brother had already expressed an interest in doing at various points in their respective lives. his father was thrilled and encouraged them both wholeheartedly to pursue anything they felt passionate about, no matter what it was. with his family’s support on various levels liam proceeded through his schooling with his eye set on becoming a police cadet; he was still social– still made friends and spent weekends with them when he had breaks in his studies– but everyone around him was aware that his fixation on his goal was absolute and they cheered him on at every turn.

— given how focused he was on his career path it took liam by surprise in every possible way when he fell in love– during a party one of his best friends was throwing he met kenzie and as far as liam could tell fell in love with her in an instant. he was besotted and in spite of his general shyness he asked her on a date and everything else seemed to fall into place in short order. when kenzie told him she was pregnant only a few weeks before he was set to finish his degree program and move on to working as an officer in earnest liam was absolutely thrilled. he proposed to her on the spot and for the next several months the happy couple prepared to welcome their child into the world as liam worked his way through the career he’d imagined since he was a boy.

— all of it came crashing down when kenzie went into labor during a horrid storm and when, during the course of trying to get to the hospital, the couple was involved in a car accident that would eventually lead to the deaths of both kenzie and their unborn child. liam was heartbroken– devastated– he took a leave of absence from the police force that lasted nearly a month before he returned to work almost a different man altogether. he smiled rarely, he focused almost solely on his work before he retreated home– isolating himself from nearly everyone he knew as he tried to process his grief. it took him months to pull himself out of the depression that the profound loss had caused him to slip into and when he felt even remotely like himself again he found it exceedingly difficult to connect with people again– terrified that they would be taken from him as kenzie had been.

— with his head down and everything in him focused on work it seemed a forgone conclusion when he became a detective constable and yet another one when he was chosen to join a special squad– working within the unit as a member of a tactical firearms focused squad. his work ethic was unparalleled and after several years of service to the department liam found himself tumbling headfirst into the criminal underbelly of the city he’d called home for most of his adult life. though he’d had the purest intentions upon joining the force as a young man, his grief and loss had hardened him to even his own morals and the thrill being with the strike team gave him was one he couldn’t quite let go of. some part of him wants to shift away from it and perhaps give himself space to find a new purpose– some new means of getting back to the parts of himself he lost years ago but for now— or perhaps for the rest of his time on the force— all he can do is focus on his work and keep his head above water, whatever it takes.

Name: Tara Vivianne Fitzgerald Nicknames: / Gender/Pronouns: Cis-female, Her/Hers Age: 35 Birthday: September 3rd, 1987 Hometown: London, UK Neighborhood: Soho Occupation: MI5 detective Gang affiliation: The Jabberwocks - the high priestess Sexuality: Heterosexual Languages spoken: English, German, Italian Positive traits: ambitious, charismatic, loyal, fearless Negative traits: impatient, stubborn, arrogant

The streets of London were her playground.. well, they had been up until she was six years old. It was a couple of days after Tara's birthday her family had to move from the posh London's Belgravia.. first to Berlin, then to New York. See, Tara's father John James Fitzgerald was working for the United Nations and it was due to his career Tara had been all around the world - from Australia to Argentina. With his diplomatic background and career, it was only a matter of time when he would have to start working at UN's headquarters in New York. However, considering her parents didn't quite believe in the quality of American education, Tara was sent back to England when she was thirteen years old.. with her governess, not her parents. What kind of Fitzgeralds would have they been if they had left their careers and their position in the New York society?

Moving back to London wasn't quite easy - living in the way too big Belgravia house with no one but her governess, a chef, and a maid or two, was utterly boring.. just as school was boring. Well, it was boring until she met the boy who was anything but an ordinary boy. He didn't even go to her school, but didn't mind waiting for her in front of it everyday. He even introduced her to his friends.. and very soon she became more fond of his friends than him. It didn't matter she was just fourteen and she was always the youngest of all of them - just as it didn't matter she was a girl. Tara had finally learned how it felt to belong to something.. The Jabberwocks' became her home and her family.

Yet it was evident that she was more than just another member of the gang. With her family's background, she had connections and she had money.. all of it could be used for the gang's benefits. Thanks to her paternal great grandfather, both of her grandfathers, her father.. Tara got into Oxford. Getting in was easy, getting out.. there were far more interesting things to do in life than studying, but it was her job to get that degree and put it to a good use.

And so she did. To the outrage of her parents, instead of marrying rich and taking her role in the high society, the loyal member of the Jabberwocks' became an MI5 detective. Some said it was the first step towards the MI6, but it was the first step to her role of playing another sort of an agent - the double agent. And she was so good at it that there were times when she was not even recognizing herself anymore, but the high priestess - as they called her, was fearless and would do anything and everything for the family she had chosen for herself when she was merely fourteen years old. Her life was in the constant danger, but what was she if not dangerous herself? Sipping chaos wherever she went, Tara Fitzgerald was one of the most powerful weapons the gang had.. day to day, this angel look-alike beauty is crossing her family's enemies off the list, to make them them rue the day they dared to even think of crossing the Jabberwocks.

Headcanons:

she loves sneaking up on people - you can never see or feel her coming

the fact she is one of the Jabberwocks isn't known outside of her gang, and even more so, many people in the gang doesn't know it

doesn't do love so her love life consists of hook-ups, flings & one night stands

has insomnia, but can barely function without coffee

hates talking about her parents & her family in general

has travelled all around the world, but her favorite continents by far are Africa and South America

loves Krav Maga and Jiu-Jiutsu

drives Aprilia RSV4 bike

The bruises you can't explain; a leather jacket worn through at the cuffs; the smell of cheap whisky and vapor; dirty dishes in the sink and no plans to wash them; the first leaf to fall in autumn; a skyscraper abandoned and left to rot; eyes full of barely contained rage and tight smiles

basic info

full name: luna cassidy nickname: loon, cassidy name meaning: moon affiliation: none age: thirty-seven date of birth: july 31 star sign: leo place of birth: cali, colombia current location: city of london gender: demi-femme pronouns: she/they sexual orientation: pansexual, demiromantic religion: reluctant and/or recovering catholic occupation: head coach of the arsenal wfc / underground fighter family: unknown father, marísa cortez (mother, deceased), john cassidy (adoptive father), gloria cassidy (adoptive mother), unnamed (adoptive sister), unnamed (adoptive brother) education level: a-levels finished barely, went to university on an athletic scholarship but no degree earned living arrangements: a small flat in bexley with a potential roommate financial status: middle-class spoken languages: english, spanish personality: (-) competitive, hedonistic, aggressive (+) athletic, independent, protean

inspiration

melinda may (agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.), aeryn sun (farscape), jessica jones (jessica jones/alias), helena bertinelli (batman), alex munday (charlie's angels), rosa diaz (brooklyn 99)

trigger warnings for beneath the cut: cults, cptsd, parental death, car accident, xenophobia, racism, depression, anxiety, violence, alcohol use

bio

luna's mom was a member of a commune in colombia that was a cult.

she has no idea how long she was there, if she was born there, or anything about it because her first few years are fuzzy, as they should be.

she had never really been allowed to leave the area and was often forced to fight others for entertainment purposes, even at such a young age of four. there was something incredibly wrong with her mother and the man in the cult she'd allowed to take them.

there was a sense of entrapment outside of the abuse that forged in luna some neuroses and doubts that have hung with her her entire life. her formative years were not great.

luna was only eight when her mom died in a car accident, finally having decided to leave the cult as if she'd woken up from a dream and taking her daughter with her. luna survived the crash but had nowhere to go. she'd never known her father and he didn't show up when the news broke and she ended up in the system in colombia.

it wasn't a fun time for her and she had to fight tooth and nail to keep her head above water. it's one of the places she originally learned to fight after her childish fights in the cult but she was so young.

her only escape was football in the yard when she could and that meant that she got really good at it. like really good... but also really keen on hurting others if they crossed her on the field and ended up in more than her share of fights.

it wasn't until she was ten that a nice couple was visiting down in cali and found her. they adopted her, taking her back to england with them and worked in teaching her english fully (as she only spoke spanish at the time)

entering school was rough as they weren't necessarily rich or well-off and so they had no clout to throw around to get her protected in any institution.

a lot of kids in her classes (from nine until she finished her a-levels) were extremely xenophobic, critical of her accent and, especially when she was younger and still learning english, extremely racist about her accent.

her english is fluent now but she still speaks spanish as often as she can to stick it to the (probably not even real) man.

she found some relief when she began to play football at her school, racking up accolades even though she would (again) get into fights. she managed to listen to her advisor and calmed down enough to get through school and attend university on a scholarship.

while playing football in university she found herself more prone to outbursts because of a sudden influx of drinking and partying. it meant that she went on suspension more than once but always (generally) managed to shape up.

during a game in which she was to be (likely) recruited to a national team she was reminded of her xenophobic and racist classmates from childhood when someone used a derogatory term after she clipped their ankle and luna went apeshit and beat them so badly that she was not only kicked off the team, she lost her scholarship and had to retreat from university.

it took her a while to get control of her alcoholism and even more time for her to even be able to think of what she'd lost that day (she really did love football) and devolved into a habit of frequenting london's underground fight clubs to get out her aggression.

after she felt that she could handle people being people, she started to put herself out again for a position with the arsenal wfc. her 'better behavior' was taken into consideration, and though she would never play for them given her previous attitude, she ended up making head coach and lives fairly comfortably because of this.

when she's working now luna takes her job very seriously and does the work, so much so that she's intent on continuing to lead her women to victory even if she spends her nights in the fight clubs or in a bottle.

she has never let go of that chip on her shoulder that the treatment she received as a child and teenager in school instilled and starts fights with people at the drop of a hat off the job.

she gets paid well enough to be comfortable within her means, the sort of middle-class life she grew up in where they weren't poor but she isn't throwing money around frivolously.

to that, her apartment is very nice and spacious but she (might have a roommate and) keeps most of the amenities sort of short. there's a doorman and an attendant for safety, but it's on the cheaper side for a reason.

headcanons

luna vapes. she'd do marijuana if it weren't for her job but right now it's just minor nicotine with weird flavors and scents. (it's gross to me glsndlgsd but hey)

luna is what one would consider 'hot tempered' and will honestly fuck someone up over the littlest thing.

luna has a chihuahua named nugget

luna has cptsd and shows very obvious signs of it.

luna has very bad coping mechanisms but a ton of ways to hide and excuse herself when it gets out of hand.

luna's gone down the alcohol route but she has never broached hard drugs. she doooesssss smoke weed tho.

luna will sleep with any person if she feels they're attractive and though she leans more heteroromantic she is demiromantic so if she forms a connection with someone there is the possibility that she'll fall for them romantically. it's rare that she falls for anyone because of the walls she's put up but y'all...

luna is completely doting in a relationship. she'll get awkward when it gets pointed out and double down on being a little shit but she absolutely goes moon eyed.

luna absolutely gets the irony of telling her players they'll be put on suspension for the very things she does/did/is doing and everything but she's learned to compartmentalize and so should they (lmao)

luna's adoptive parents were v good to her but they can't control racism and xenophobia or her past so she still got messed up unfortunately. she still keeps in contact with them.

she cannot be fixed by love but love can make her feel whole if it happens in her life. this isn't your life time movie trauma that will get absolutely obliterated with good love or friendship, but it's the real life interpretation of your demons being quieter when those people are in your life. just don't try to 'fix her'.

her emergency contact, right now, is the lobby of her building where the doorman and attendant have been informed to respond positively then let her handle her own shit. this can change down the line.

connections

former school bully — luna has a ton of bad memories from her school days, chief among them being bullied a lot by people because of her language barrier (at first) and the fact that she wasn't like her parents and wasn't from the country. kids can be cruel sometimes and this character was no exception. we're talking the head bully who used to make luna's life a living hell. whether they're still like this or not every time luna sees them it all comes RUSHING back and she feels immense rage and awkwardness and it'll be messy af.

bad influence — everyone has that friend that cares about you but sure as fuck will encourage the wrong thing. whether it's because they're messy too or they just honestly want to have a good time or they can't stand to see someone else get better is up to you but in general they love watching luna stumble through her life with them stumbling right along side her and encourage every bender she's ever been on. when photographed doing bad things your character is the blurry image right next to our drunken luna. luna loves and hates them in the same way that they do her because when you're that fucked up you don't like seeing your face reflected back in another's but you also feel for them.

good influence — they just want luna to get better. they love her in some capacity or another and encourage her to do the right thing. they plan outings that have nothing to do with drinking or partying or anything of the like to show luna that things can be fun without being destructive and it works... most of the time. luna's own love for them is probably the same level but she's a messy bench so she has a hard time showing it.

the one — love conquers all, right? well, it tries, anyway. luna and your character have dated more than once and it always ends poorly, generally because of luna. the last time your character said they couldn't keep watching her destroy herself and she had a fit about it, but in the end she's head over heels and will love your character forever. this can turn into something that eventually gets worked out (whether luna gets better or not we can discuss it) and they DO end up together because as far as the story goes, your character is the one.

the NOT one — then there's this asshole. the one she gets together with once every couple of months and goes on an absolute tear with, leaving a wake of destruction and bad decisions in her wake. the relationship itself is toxic as fuck, but the sex is good so they keep falling back in bed together. it might turn violent sometimes, given luna's penchant for fighting (and potentially your character's) but there is no denying there's a spark of chemistry, even if it is like absolute loathing and good sex.

that one awkward tinder hook-up — it doesn't matter how it happened or when it happened but it turns out that neither of you should have really been there. your character and luna are just... it was fine, sexually, but in the end it felt so awkward that neither of you knew how to approach it. that means that these can be awkward meetings until they figure out how to be friends or become enemies.

exes — just some exes that she tried with but didn't work. these can vary from ending on good terms, to bad, to being friends now, or being enemies, or anywhere in between. the world is your oyster.

friends — she makes them sometimes, honestly, but a lot of them can't handle her bullshit for long. she's a very good friend if someone sticks around long enough and even though she'll always butt heads with people sometimes, she's devoted and loyal as a friend, no doubt.

co-fighters — not sure how else to frame this but people she meets in the arena a lot when she goes to the underground fight clubs and fight rings to get messy. she doesn't always win but she never goes down without fucking people up. she will give anyone a run for their money and this can have gone to the point of them being rivals, being friendsly, frenemies, or anything!

roommate — toying with the idea of her having a nice place but also having a roommate to help pay for that. it'd have to be someone she at least gets on well enough to share a space with and trusts to not report her at some point when she shows up drunk and messy to try and get her fired or anything like that and be discreet. this does however open your character up to living in a nicer area for whatever that's worth if it means something to your character. they can 100% be friends if you want too or just slightly friendly.