➳Ｓｏｎｄｅｒ {Roleplay} discussion

I'll probably edit this later and put something cooler here, but for now, this was all I could come up with :P

( Cʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ➟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴊᴇɴɴʏ. ᴘɪʀᴀᴄʏ ɪs ʙᴀɴɴᴇᴅ )
( Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ➟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ɪs sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴘᴀʀᴏ, sᴇᴀ, ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴀ )

❝sᴛᴇᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴘs, ʜᴏᴡ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs?❞
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✦ █ Fᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ - Alexander James Ward
✧ ▒ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ - Alec ᒥ No other pseudonyms will be accepted ᒧ

✦ █ Aɢᴇ - Twenty-one ᒥ 21 ᒧ
✧ ▒ Dᴀᴛᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ - November 12th
✧ ▒ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ Oғ Bɪʀᴛʜ - Salem, Massachusetts

✦ █ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ - Male ᒥ ♂ ᒧ
✧ ▒ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
✧ ▒ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs - Single and ready to mingle ᒥ Open to requests ᒧ

A P P E A R A N C E

✧ ▒ Hᴀɪʀ - Alec has dark black hair that's pigmentation has been passed down in his family through the ages. It's cut in a fashion that's pretty short, but just long enough that he can run his hand through it every now and again. Or rather, quite a lot.

✧ ▒ Eʏᴇs - As one might expect, Alec's eyes are a light blue color that are a great contrast with his dark colored hair. They often glimmer with amusement or mystery when he is talking to other people or making a deal. He loves to let his emotions come out in his eyes, making him seem genuine when he is anything but.

✧ ▒ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ - Currently, Alec stands at a height of six foot exactly. It is the perfect height for him as he doesn't exactly tower over everyone, but he's definitely not short either. Rather, he's pretty tall, and that gets his intimidating nature across quite well.

✧ ▒ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ - Similar to his height, Alec is at a weight that works just perfectly for him. He weighs in at about one hundred and sixty four pounds, making him far from hefty, yet not exactly on the frail side either. Most of the weight he has is derived from the muscle he's built up on himself. At the moment, he's at a modest medium and that is good enough for him.

✧ ▒ Mᴀᴛɪɴɢ Mᴀʀᴋ - The mark that Alec carries is one that is a little bit different from most other males. While many seem to have theirs located on their arm or their wrist, Alec's is right in the middle of his back. It's a black cross that is often concealed by the shirts he wears and is unnoticeable unless someone sees him from behind with his shirt off or if someone is really looking for it. If they didn't know about it, no one would be able to tell he had it in the first place. (view spoiler)[

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✧ ▒ Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Sᴛʏʟᴇ - The clothes that Alec wears are really nothing special. Despite his cocky attitude and his need to be the center of attention at all times, he's not really that inclined to dress the part. He doesn't really dress up or anything like that, and he doesn't even own a nice suit. Instead, he normally just sticks to casual wear, only dressing up if it's really needed. For the most part, he just looks the part of a normal, relaxed guy.

◣ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ◥

◣ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ◥

✦ █ Dɪsᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ | sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ | ᴏʙɴᴏxɪᴏᴜs | ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛ | ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛғᴜʟ

✧ ▒ Aʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ - You know that one douchebag that everyone seems to either really hate or love more than life itself? Yeah, that's Alec. He plays off that he's completely infatuated with himself, in love even. No one will ever hear him say that he isn't the best at what he does nor will they hear that he doesn't like himself. He's one hundred percent cocky. Full faith in his abilities is what he has an abundance of. It's his soul purpose in life not to only get by with the money he makes with bargains, but to prove that he's the absolute best at everything he does. And so far, he hasn't disappointed.

✧ ▒ Sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄ - Alec is a master in sarcasm. Some of his most famous quotes are as follows: "Sarcasm is just one of the services I offer"; "Whatever look you were aiming for, you missed"; "Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial"; "You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers"; and his personal favorite: "You're not yourself today. I noticed the improvement right away." Needless to say, he definitely has quite the mouth on him. It's rare that he's not spewing out some arrogant or sarcastic quote he's thought up. That's just Alec for you.

✧ ▒ Oʙɴᴏxɪᴏᴜs - Arrogant and obnoxious go hand in hand; Alec knows this better than anyone. These two traits of his compliment each other every single time, never wavering in their prominence. When one first meets him, his arrogance is palpable, but as they keep talking to him, it's obvious that it does not go away. He is completely and utterly full of himself and he will keep this up until his dying breath. Honestly, it would be surprising if his last words were something along the lines of 'Would you mind burying me upside down so the whole world could kiss my ass? Thanks. Maybe I won't come back to haunt you after all."

✧ ▒ Hᴏɴᴇsᴛ - Though one wouldn't expect it from someone like him, Alec is completely, one hundred percent honest. He never lies and would tell anyone and everyone the utmost truth. The way he does this is by pure luck and avoidance. It's easy for him to avoid answering questions with the arrogance he carries and there's no doubt in his mind that he is sure to keep all his secrets bottle up inside him. He's an open book if you ask the right questions; the ones he can't avoid answering. He'll always try, but there are ways to get this man to talk. Most of these are inhumane, but another is through threats. If someone threatens something Alec cares for, the cracks will begin to show and soon enough, he'll crumble.

✧ ▒ Dᴇᴄᴇɪᴛғᴜʟ - Now, one may ask the question: how can one be honest and yet deceitful at the same time? Well, the answer to that is obvious. Being deceitful doesn't necessarily include lying. If one doesn't tell the whole truth all the time, he or she isn't technically lying to someone. He or she is only concealing a bit of what they are truly up to. This is exactly what Alec does. While he is completely one hundred percent honest with those he speaks to, he's only honest in the way that he doesn't say the whole thing of what happened.

‹ ωᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏωɪɴɢ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ωᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɢʟᴀss ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ›

« ωᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ sʜɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏss ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ »

✦ █ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ - "For the first time in forever, I'm going to make things go my way."

Alec was twelve when it happened. It was a sturdy year for him so far, normal times spent with his mother and father in the town they had always called home. He'd gone to school, been the normal, albeit quiet kid that hung around in the background, never really coming out of his shell. There wasn't anything that he hated in life yet, nothing that had plunged his soul into the dimness one could say it is in nowadays. He was a child still, innocent of all sin and free of whatever unbalance may have plagued those around him. His parents had been simple people, hardly rich like some of the other kids' parents Alec knew. But that didn't matter. They were family, and that was all the boy cared about.

Things changed in the summer of the young boy's twelfth year of life.

"It's only a simple sickness." "It will pass." "Don't worry; there have been many cases like this, and they've all pulled through with little to no side effects." "Don't worry yourself."

"Your mother will be fine."

Liars. They were all liars. It was that summer when Alec's mother came down with a sickness all the doctors and the best practitioners had said was nothing more than a simple illness that would go away within a week's time. But then a week passed. Then a month. Then two months with no signs of increased health. She was getting worse, her heart rate slowing with every passing day and her fever gaining. It was obvious to everyone, even Alec himself that the woman wasn't going to make it. There was nothing that anyone could do, no healing that could prevent the death of this dark haired mother. She would be passing and there was no way to stop it. So she did. On the morning of the fifth of July, Annalise Ward passed away, leaving a heartbroken husband and a distraught twelve year old son.

"Alec, it's time to go. There's nothing else we can do."

"She's not dead, dad. She can't be dead..."

"Alec... She is..."

Though the boy refused to believe it at first, it was obvious after a good few days that his mother wouldn't be coming back from the afterlife. She truly was dead.

As time progressed and Alec's mood spiraled from placid to frustration, his outlook changed to something much darker. He changed from the quiet boy that no one noticed to the arrogant scoundrel that he made everyone take notice of. He was a troublemaker in school and actually dropped out when he turned sixteen. He didn't care about where he was going; he didn't think he had much of a future anyways. Things only delved further into depressing circumstance when Alec's father grew ill with the same sickness that had overtaken his mother, and the boy lost his father a month later. He was truly alone then, not even a brother or sister to call family. So he blocked everything out. He didn't care anymore and didn't want anything to do with the idea of having someone there for him. From then on he wasn't the boy he'd been, but still not the man he thought he'd be.

Alec's luck shifted a bit when he reached adulthood and took matters into his own hands. He started earning money by gambling, growing to be quite the poker player. His gambles were risky ones, yet he somehow always seemed to win out in the end. He only lost money on the rare occasion, his confidence shining through his fear of loosing all this cash. After a while, he started making other deals, bartering with sexual activities and various other illegal dealings. He'd been drinking since the age of sixteen anyways, so he didn't really see the harm in performing other illegal activities. The rules had never really mattered to him anyways. It wasn't unheard of him to get into fights, and it wasn't like he wasn't known around town for his gambling. People were acutely aware of the arrogant man who made all his dealings with overwhelming confidence. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it, his ego never wavering.

Or at least, he thought he always knew what he was doing.

One of the barters that went a little amiss was with a guy by the name of Cole Trent. The boy had owed Alec quite a substantial amount of money, the two of them having met in a casino one night and striking up a bargain. Things escalated, debts were settled, and an odd friendship was formed between the two of them. They compliment each other with their reckless behaviors and their arrogant natures -- the perfect tag-team for all things trouble.

This is where Alec's story leaves off, a man exploring the city but wary of what may happen to him in the future. The time is nearing his outbreak, and soon enough he'll have to find that someone.

But for now he's just living it up, not caring about the consequence. He knows there's someone that's supposed to be his, though. He just knows they're out there...

Waiting...

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▍ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴ' ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴇs ▍
❝ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ.❞
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✦ █ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs - Confident; Humorous; Strong; Truthful; Audacious
✦ █ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs - Arrogant; Greedy; Selfish; Vain; Obnoxious; Loud
✦ █ Lɪᴋᴇs - Gambling; Honesty; Alcohol; Clubbing; Casinos; Parties
✦ █ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs - Authority figures; Sobriety; Commitment; Dishonesty
✦ █ Bɪɢɢᴇsᴛ Fᴇᴀʀ - Finding someone he loves and then loosing them
✦ █ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - A Corvette c7 won by gambling (view spoiler)[

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✦ █ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ - "Don't think I'm pushing you away when you're the one I've kept closest."

✧ ▒ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Thomas Ward 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 45 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤♡♡

✧ ▒ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Annalise Ward 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 44 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

✧ ▒ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ - Cole Alexander Trent 〈 ♛ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 19 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤♡♡

ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ωᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ.

ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ, Tᴀʀᴀ Wᴏʟғᴘʀɪsᴍ.
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Warnings are just beckons...

That come with a price.

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{Nᴀᴍᴇ} Cᴏʟᴇ Aʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ Tʀᴇɴᴛ

↳ {Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)} Aʟᴇx

↳ Bᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:(view spoiler)[ Cole~ Cole \c(o)-le\ as a boy's name (also used as girl's name Cole), is pronounced kohl. It is of Middle English and Old French origin, and the meaning of Cole is "swarthy, coal-black, charcoal".
Alexander~ Latinized form of the Greek name Αλεξανδρος (Alexandros), which meant "defending men" from Greek αλεξω (alexo) "to defend, help" andανηρ (aner) "man" (genitive ανδρος).
Trent~Trent \t-re-nt\ as a boy's name is pronounced trent. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Trent is "gushing waters". Refers to the River Trent in England.
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"You swore… you promised!"

"Promises are meant to be broken."

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{Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ} Mᴀsᴄᴜʟɪɴᴇ ♂
{Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ} Hᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

↳ {Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs} Tᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ; Sɪɴɢʟᴇ
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Experience in age is not required...

To play all the cards just right.

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{Aɢᴇ} ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ (19)

↳{Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ} Aᴘʀɪʟ 29ᴛʜ
↳{Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ} Qᴜᴇᴇɴs, Nᴇᴡ Yᴏʀᴋ

{Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ} ♉ Taurus ♉

↳Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:(view spoiler)[ Underneath their cool, calm and collected exterior, Taureans differ greatly from all the other signs of the zodiac. Taureans manage to discreetly stay apart from the crowd, even though they have a well-earned reputation for being socialisers. They will let others get close, but only so close as they want them. Some claim that trying to get your point across to a Taurean, should they not want to hear you, is rather similar to talking to the trees – they simply won't budge. And, there is no such thing as an open-book Taurean. Their feelings, fears and desires often run far deeper than anyone around them would guess. Like the butterfly that chooses to remain hidden in its cocoon until it is ready and prepared to emerge, so the true Taurean spirit remains hidden behind a veneer of day-to-day activities. That's why Taureans are sometimes regarded as snobby, withdrawn, boring, or even sulky.

The truth is, when Taureans manage to operate very adequately on their own form of automatic pilot, they can switch off from the world around them very efficiently. And when they do switch off, they are actually gathering in their inner reserves to deal with the outside pressures. This sign is also very closely connected to 'feeling good'. Most Taureans like their creature comforts and hate change because it takes them out of their automatic pilot condition of separating themselves from the world around them.

Because they hate to be put in jeopardy of any kind, this is the sign that strives to create tomorrow in advance, rather than leave it to fate. In love, Taureans are regarded as extremely sensual beings. An earth sign, they deal well with the personal, physical senses and consequently all the pleasures associated with what they can see, touch, smell and taste, add up to a special delight to them. Often nature and pet lovers, Taureans are closely associated with all things off the earth and nature.
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{ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ} Lᴀᴛᴇ-Sʜɪғᴛ Bᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

{ʀᴀɴᴋ} Lᴏᴡᴇʀ Cʟᴀss

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The beautiful disaster...

Is a bittersweet view.

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Colton Haynes
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

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{Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs}

↳ Hair: Strands of highlighted gold are woven in Cole's mass of rich brown hair. Cole's hair always has a look of sophistication in it's style yet seems to always be tousled by the greedy hands of many admirers. The hair itself is thick and it's length on the longer side with the exception of the gelled short bangs that evenly stay up.

↳ Eyes: Light decides the color of Cole's irises. In certain ways, his eyes seem to be a dark piercing green that could stare into your soul. Other times, his eyes take on a mystical vibrant blue that seems to reveal happiness, even if fictional.

↳ Weight: Cole's weight is around 148 lbs, lightweight.

↳ Height: Cole's body is to the estimate height of 5'11".

↳ Body Type: Light, leaned, muscled.

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{Cᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴇᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴀʀɪᴛɪᴏɴ}

↳ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ
Cole actually has style, only to add to his charming demeanor. People cannot pinpoint his exact style but it does seem that he loves his black.
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Cole is definitely someone you'll fall for if he's wearing a black suit. Sometimes, he makes the exception of a button up shirt... Well, click the spoilers and you'll see for yourself. ;)
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"αιη'т ησ яεsт ғσя тнε ωιcкε∂,
мσηεү ∂ση'т gяσω ση тяεεs.
ι gσт вιℓℓs тσ ραү.
ι gσт мσυтнs тσ ғεε∂.
αιη'т ησтнιηg ιη тнιs ωσяℓ∂ ғσя ғяεε.
ησω ι cαη'т sℓσω ∂σωη,
ι cαη'т нσℓ∂ вαcк,
тнσυgн үσυ кησω,
ι ωιsн ι cσυℓ∂.
тнεяε αιη'т ησ яεsт ғσя ωιcкε∂.
тιℓℓ ωε cℓσsε συя εүεs ғσя gσσ∂.

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Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴇᴅ Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ

↳ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ: Located on his inner forearm, Cole sports a key. He does little to keep it covered because he has no contempt or pride towards it. Some of his friends joke that the one with the matching key will unlock his cold heart.... pfft. Right?

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I really could not care less...

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{Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ}

sυcн α ρℓαүвσү

"I'm the real deal, total package you could say."

↳Cole is not exactly lying... Cole is the type of guy who does not believe that he can be tied down to anyone or anything. This leads him to breaking girls' hearts and achieving conquests. He literally has no shame and that is mistakenly taken by girls as bravery. Don't get me wrong, Cole is quite the daredevil. It is part of the reason why he works in a bar. Cole also possesses the cliche elements of a playboy such as arrogance and ignorance. While some find it annoyance, others find it charming.

ιηηεя мσтιvε

"I always get what I want."

↳Determination and selfishness are two perfect puzzle pieces together for Cole. Living without much, Cole has expectations to get to a higher status so to speak. This makes him a very persuasive liar. If he has to lie, so be it, nothing is going to stop him. Practice makes perfect in this case and so Cole is very deceitful to his rivals. He takes pride in himself that he has no weaknesses showing and those thoughts make him push forward without any fear.

тнε cнαямιηg ℓσүαℓ

"Bros first man."

↳While Cole has a tough cold demeanor to get through, his does possess few loyal friends. While he does not trust them with all his dark secrets, Cole will be there if one of them needs help. It's quite charming to see this side of him as few do. They access his wry humor and smart wit with ease and see a part of him that others would not believe possible through the playboy facade.

αяяσgαηт σғ ғαтε

"This mate stuff is bullshit."

↳Cole hasn't seen true evidence in his opinion that people are dying from not having a girl under their wing with the same tattoo. It does not make sense to him logically and therefore, he believes he will never find his mate. Nothing is going to happen to him, he reasons all the time. THe playboy demeanor had also brought along the trait of recklessness and thinking that he is invincible. Unfortunately for him, he was soon proven wrong.

тнε cℓεvεя мιη∂

"You got to be smart to survive."

↳Behind doors, at home, Cole lives a very poor life. He has no parents or guardians, not even a sibling. Working at the bar barely gets him by on his wages. Desperate people take desperate measures. For Cole, it was to resort to thievery every once in a while, whether it's food or clothing. Since Cole has pulled off heists so efficiently, he continues to think he is unstoppable.

∂εsтιηε∂ тσ cнαηgε

"I never had to take care of someone before."

↳With Cole's lonely life, responsibility is not really a big key point for him. Now, he has to find his mate to survive and he is coping with that. Just how will he cope now when he has to take care of her?

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Acceptence is the key
To this mind tragedy.
Instead of proof, you need belief...

To solve this insanity.

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ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

Now enjoy the story of how Cole Alexander Trent came to be....

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ι ℓσvε үσυ, мσм

My name is Cole Alexander Trent. Man, I can't believe I'm forced to do this. What I'm about to tell you is not someone to get your pity, trust me, I don't want it. I don't need it. I'm Cole Alexander Trent after all. The only person who actually cared for me genuinely was my mother but even then, she was taken by the kiss of death. Murdered in the slums around where we lived walking back with groceries. I was fucking seventeen when she was taken. Not exactly an experience I want to relive but since I'm forced to tell you people about it, might as well get it over with.

Growing up, it was just me and my mother, Holland. My father died in the war across seas and I never would forget the day that the police came, ruining my mother's utter happiness into despair for the rest of our lifetime. We separated at that time, mentally. Sure, we lived in the same house but we could not bare the look of each other without being reminded of constant grief. It was then I got into the bar, earning extra savings that I had no clue I would be needing soon.



I sometimes wish that I go redo the past, wish I got to talk to my mother more often. That I had the ability to say good-bye or even, I love you, to her. There's not a day that goes by without me thinking of her. Not a day. And of course, the shitty policemen in the slums did nothing. I spent the savings on my mother's funeral.

Ok, I'm so done with this part.

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тнε cℓσcк ιs тιcкιηg

Cole Alexander Trent did not believe in all the soulmate crap. Sure, his parents had matching tattoos but he heard all the fights. They weren't the perfect pair out there. There was no such thing as perfect mates. So along he went with a free-styled life. No doubts, no time to stop and think on what the hell he was doing. Two and a half years flied by... till last month.

The first sign of his outbreak had showed itself. Soon, Cole felt exhaustion and tiredness, along with pounding headaches. Of course, signs don't go in order for ever male, and he was an exception. Looking in the mirror last week, he experienced his first hallucination. He saw a pair of vibrant blue eyes starting back at him, almost alien like. That was his wake-up call.

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♬ ⓟⓛⓐⓨⓛⓘⓢⓣ ♬

His Wicked Personality:

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked ~The Cage Elephant

The Hallucinations:

No Light, No Light ~Florence and the Machine

Player Reputation:

Cold-Hearted Snake (Glee Cover) ~ Naya Rivera

The Soulmate Prediction:

Master Plan ~Adam Lambert

Overall History:

Human ~Daughter

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"This playboy, it's not you... is it?"
"Maybe, but I'm so far into the darkness..."

"We will never know."

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{Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs}

↳Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ

♔ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ

↳sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ

♕ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: ʜᴏʟʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ

↳sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ

Aʟʟɪᴇs

◽ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ (ᴀʟᴇᴄ) ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴡᴀʀᴅ

↳sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
ᴍᴀsᴄᴜʟɪɴᴇ ♂
ᴀɢᴇ: Ձ૦

Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs

ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ

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"You really have no limits."
"What is the point of limits?"

"They only get in the way of the fun."

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{мιscεℓℓαηισυs}

☯ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴄᴏʟᴇ ᴜsᴇs ᴀ ʙᴜs ᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇ

A Wolfprism Template~

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ, Tᴀʀᴀ Wᴏʟғᴘʀɪsᴍ.
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A smile a day...

Lights up the way.

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{Nᴀᴍᴇ} Cᴏʀᴀ Rᴏsᴇ Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ

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Cora~ Cora is an invented name that was first coined by American writer James Fenimore Cooper for the dark-haired heroine in "The Last of the Mohicans" (1826). Probably a variant of Kore or Corinna. From Greek, meaning "maiden". Kore is an alternate name for the Greek goddess Persephone.
Rose~ Originally a Norman form of a Germanic name, which was composed of the elements hrod "fame" and heid "kind, sort, type". The Normans introduced it to England in the forms Roese and Rohese. From an early date it was associated with the word for the fragrant flower rose (derived from Latin rosa). When the name was revived in the 19th century, it was probably with the flower in mind.
Killian~ Irish Meaning:
The name Killian is an Irish baby name. In Irish the meaning of the name Killian is: Strife or battle Small; fierce.
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"Hey, did you know there's U and I right next to each other on a keyboard?"


"Hey, did you know there's "JK" right underneath?"

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{Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ} Fᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ ♀

{Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ} Hᴇᴛᴇʀᴏsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

↳ {Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs} Sɪɴɢʟᴇ; Pᴜʀᴇ
↳ {Lᴏᴠᴇ Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ(s)} Aʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ Jᴀᴍᴇs Wᴀʀᴅ

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Ever so young and gentle...

Yet she learned wrong to meddle.

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{Aɢᴇ} Nɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ (19)

↳{Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ} Nᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 20ᴛʜ
↳{Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ} Cʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ, IL

{Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ} ♏ Scorpio ♏

↳Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
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Reputed to be the "most powerful" sign of the zodiac, Scorpios lead fate filled lives and have intense and dramatic personal relationships. Even as children Scorpios are often found to be wise beyond their years. Many astrologers call this the sign of the "oldest souls". Old and wise beyond the average, Scorpios often know all the answers, except sometimes; they too often have difficulty finding what they need to develop their own happiness.

Passion, desire and power go hand in hand for Scorpios. Their biggest challenge and test in life is choosing between the power of love and the love of power. Coming to grips with their extraordinary emotional depths and sensitivity isn't easy for those around them. They are different from all other zodiac signs and this difference has them walking, working and loving to a different beat. Others can often live with a Scorpio partner for years, but not really know them. Much to do with a Scorpio remains ever secret. Their eyes often blaze with feelings that words never express, and beware on the days or nights they hide their feelings behind dark glasses, there is likely to be a storm of some kind brewing. When you deal with a Scorpio you have to always deal with them on a psychic intuitive level. They often wear a mask. Too often they say "no" when they really mean "yes". They have contrary natures. Once they find true love they can be the most faithful dedicated of all partners but fall out badly with a Scorpio and you are likely to find they will never forget or forgive.

Most Scorpios are winners. The main thing they have to worry about is their attitudes, which make up their mind powers and can either make or break them. When they are negative about something or someone, or critical of themselves, they can tend to get in their own way.

Scorpios operate on three levels of soul evolvement; adding up to three distinctively different types of Scorpios. The first level is the Scorpion. This is the least evolved and most drawn toward using their powers the wrong way. The criminal element of Scorpio comes under this level. Then there is the eagle - the highflying, entrepreneurial, successful Scorpio, who seems able to rise above adversity and transform bad-times into good. Then the highest expression of this sign is the Phoenix Resurrected. These Scorpios are detached and extremely powerful. They are wise beyond their years and act as leaders and are an inspiration to others. Quite frequently a Scorpio goes through the three levels of evolvement in one lifetime - but the levels can operate out of sequence.
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{ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ} Aʀᴛ Gᴀʟʟᴇʀʏ Gᴜɪᴅᴇ/Hᴀᴄᴋᴛɪᴠɪsᴛ

{ʀᴀɴᴋ} Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Cʟᴀss

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Behind the innocent smile...

She always has a plan

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Emily Bett Richards

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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↳ Hair: Cora's hair is like golden natural rivers, silky to touch, and hard to tame when wet. Cora hides her beauty by straightening the beautiful curls and tying it into a pony tale after coating it with all these products. She does not like the lustful stares she gets from men or the envious looks from women.

↳ Eyes: There is beauty behind those glasses. Dark and unyielding, Cora's eyes are a dark mysterious blue, much like that of an abyss. They gleam like sapphires in certain light but otherwise, there is a certain gaze within. Cora's eyes are usually energetic and lively until anger clouds the irises to a stern piercing glare. It is safe to say you can learn a lot by Cora's expressive eyes.

↳ Weight: 125 lbs.

↳ Height: 5'7"

↳ Body Type: Tall, Toned, Void of Shape

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{Cᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴇᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴀʀɪᴛɪᴏɴ}

↳Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ
Bᴇsɪᴅᴇs ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ɢʟᴀssᴇs, Cᴏʀᴀ ʜᴀs ᴛʜɪs ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴜsᴇs, sᴋɪʀᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇᴀɴs. Sʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴇ ᴀ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀғᴜʟ ʟɪᴘsᴛɪᴄᴋs. Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴘsᴛɪᴄᴋ ʙᴀɢ. Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ I ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴏ.
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cυяισυsεя αη∂ cυяισυsεя

"Curiosity is my besetting sin."

↳Cora cannot stand when something is unsolved. Behind the perky art guide facade stands an intelligent girl who knows her tech. She has a deep passion for computers and from there, you could say she learned much programming... Including how to break them. It was this talent that got herself into all this mess. Cora gets suspicious easily, given her past, and to her, curiosity and suspicion belong together like a married couple.

ρяσтεcтιvε σғ нεя sεcяεтs

"No one can know my past or what I do."

↳While Cora is energetic on the outside, it would do you good to not question her past unless you wish to drive her away. Her past is what makes Cora solemn, one of the few things that actually do. It hurts that she had been separated from people who she believed were her family and because of that, she wishes no other to get close to her. When it comes to thoughts of her mate, it seems foreign now. She used to dream of having one, someone who she can share things with... Now, it's only another person she has to protect from her and her past.

тнε sαssү gεεк

"And I'm Beyonce."

↳Cora Rose Killian may be smart, but beware her sarcasm and wit. It is not usually the first thing she says but it is the first defense. If her mood is thrown off or she is curious to the brim, an amusing character comes out of Cora in the form of attitude. In some cases, it makes her likable. Other times, it can get her into trouble.

αℓωαүs тнε вεℓιεvεя

"If you know what is right, you better do it."

↳It's amusing to see that a girl who hacks into top programs illegally still has her values. She considers it a hobby, a part of her life that she is not ashamed of, thanks to her past. Cora easily sees what is wrong and right but even that won't stop her from getting into serious trouble and having to be forced to do illegal activities like gambling... You'll see in a moment.

тнε εηεяgεтιc яαввιт

"I blame it on the caffeine"

↳Cora may tell that it's the coffee is what makes her so lively and energetic but it's really her personality. Cora always has a smile on her face when she comes to work... In fact, she is the type to love work. While she's not the most abundant of social butterflies, you can see her still able to walk into a room and make conversation. Few things get her down and while she can be sarcastic, she's a hardcore optimist at best.

∂ση'т вяεαк нεя тяυsт

"Fool me once, shame on you.... But I can tell you, you'll never fool me twice."

↳Cora is naturally trusting at first, depending where she meets you of course. However, she has minor trust issues that blossom the minute you break her trust. It is almost impossible to win it back unless she's naturally drawn to it again, which is rare. Otherwise, Cora has no problem of shutting you out in the cold and taking all the warmth she provided away, back into her own soul.

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ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

Now enjoy the story of how Cora Rose Killian came to be....

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נυsт α ησямαℓ тεεηαgε gιяℓ

I still remember my parents, always full of love and care. They were soul mates, proof that there can be beauty and love in this world. I never doubted that I would be paired one day, I actually dreamed of it. Who would he be? What would he be like? I mean, come on! I just hoped he was smart and possibly, hot. That would be a bonus!
Meanwhile though, I was simply normal. I was... I mean I guess I'm still a geek. A kick ass geek though. Not just a geek. Any who...I had a fascination with computers growing up, thanks to my father who was a computer programmer. I definitely got ahold of it, a little too much. Everytime I came home from high school, I would spend hours addicted to breaking and manipulating different software.



By my senior year, I joined my father at work, helping him with certain programs to save him time. Others did not mind, seeing they took a liking to me. It was nice, till one day a man came into the office, not looking for my father but for me. Turns out one of the web pages I messed with, thinking it was not active, was a cover for his job. Surprisingly, he wasn't raged but instead curious and interested. He was certainly charming but I could tell he had his mate. I learned his name was Richard. Rich actually as a nickname. He offered me a small job, to help save for college. I always wanted to go to Northwestern University in Illinois but the only way to get there was through a scholarship and sometimes, you need more. It was perfect and because of my curiosity, I accepted. If only I knew what trouble I would get into after.

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sтαүιηg вү α cнσιcε

Nine months past since the incident where Cora met Richard. Richard would bring in different things for her to look up and although Cora tried to look the other way, things got more dangerous. More tense around her. Cora also had one more acquaintance to meet through Richard. Security and best friend, James Galon. The three made a formidable team once Cora found out what business Richard truly was in... He was involved with casino gangs who killed his family. There was a chance to walk away but Cora's downfall was always curiosity. So, Cora believed in him and continued to help him till the day of May 2nd.

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{ＢＡＣＫＳＴＯＲＹ ＣＯＮＴＩＮＵＥＤ}

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тнεү ωεяε мү ғαмιℓү

May 2nd. It was another normal day. Considering it was summer, I woke up, got ready, and headed to the club where James and Richard worked. Greeting James along the way, I headed downstairs, calling out Richard's name. He came, dressed in a sharp suit. That was normal, considering he was working in some big shot building of some sort. I still did not understand why he would not just hire detectives and that to solve all of this but I went along with it anyway. I got paid good... and Richard was like family. James and both their mates as well. There was something to Richard though, something bugging him as he told me to get dressed out of the wardrobe all of them kept in the club. It was then I knew what that day was suppose to me. Revenge day.

I got dressed and all three of us headed to the casino, James went in first to tell him where the cameras and security was. I followed afterward. This was the part I had rehearsed so many times before, I was sent in to gamble. Yes, I know, bad girl. It was too easy though, with a mind like mine. Besides, only at the big tables did I even risk cheating and that was with all the high gamblers. Richard needed me to do this though. That night, I aimed for all the jackpots, cheating my way if I had to. That certainly got the man who ran the casino's attention. The same man who killed Richard's family. I never been so terrified. He could have killed me with his bare hands if that man wanted to. I had to rely on Richard though. He would make it, with James.



It turned out that I wasn't the only hacker on the player board. The man had stole high technology to just find out my trace pattern, which was skilled in my opinion. He waited for James and Richard to find me and it did not take too long for him to get his wish. The next events were all fluid blur as I remembered myself being thrown aside, hearing gunfire. It wasn't then that I knew James was gone. Dead. I still don't believe it, I sometimes refuse to.



The next thing I knew I was in the police office, hearing the sobs of Richard's wife next door. James's mate had been there too, trying to warn us. The police kept warning me that if I did not speak up, I was risking jail. So I told them everything I knew. Everything about Richard's family and how we all operated, of all the crimes I committed by illegal gambling and hacking. I was too young for this! Too young! My life was still ahead of me. I pleaded, scared out of my mind. It was only as I spoke of the man that Richard targeted that I had a chance. Given the criminal was still alive, I was to be put in immediate care somewhere different. They would not let me speak to my parents. Hell, I did not even get a full day to decide! 10 hours was all I had to make the choice to leave.

To protect my family, or at least what was left of the people in my heart, I did.

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α ηεω вεgιηηιηg

It is outstanding for someone still able to smile after all that could happen. All because of one choice, Cora had to leave everything behind. It is hoped Cora Rose learned her lesson. For a month, she was taken to another town, secretly adjusting. She changed her last name to a middle name, taking up a surname that she was given by the FBI. Killian. Cora adjusted her look, getting fake glasses and taking on a new style of clothing with make up. She had to become a new person from the outside at least. Posing as a new adult, Cora was sent to live with Aᴍᴀʀɪ Dᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ Mᴀɢᴅᴇʟᴇɴᴇ, a rather kick ass girl who didn't take the word no. Soon, with an impressive fictional resume, Cora was able to snag a job where she did not have any chance to get into trouble. Besides, she loved Art with a burning passion. It had been one of her electives at high school. The history of art was simply fascinating to her. A year has passed and slowly, day after day, Cora starts to accept her new beginning but her life is just starting.

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"You mind telling me what the Hell is going on Cora?"
"Mars, I can't..."

"And... you're not taking no as an answer, are you?"

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{Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs}

↳Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ

♔ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Oʟɪᴠᴇʀ Rᴏsᴇ

↳Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Aʟɪᴠᴇ
Mᴀsᴄᴜʟɪɴᴇ ♂
Aɢᴇ: Fᴏʀᴛʏ-Sᴇᴠᴇɴ (47)

♕ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Lʏᴅɪᴀ Rᴏsᴇ

↳Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Aʟɪᴠᴇ
Fᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ ♀
Aɢᴇ: Fᴏʀᴛʏ-Fɪᴠᴇ (45)

↳Aʟʟɪᴇs

◾ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Rɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ Hᴏʟᴛ

↳Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ

◾ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Jᴀᴍᴇs Gᴀʟᴏɴ

↳Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ

◾ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Aᴍᴀʀɪ Dᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ Mᴀɢᴅᴇʟᴇɴᴇ

↳Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Aʟɪᴠᴇ

↳Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs

◾ Gᴀɴɢ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Uɴᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ

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{мιscεℓℓαηισυs}

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♕ Cᴀɴ Sᴘᴇᴀᴋ Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Lᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

Credit to Kay from the Group: The Marked Ones


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Imagine living in a world were you know that there really is the perfect person out there for you. They have what your lack and you are each other's perfect puzzle piece. Every male is born with a marking of someone sorts. The marking is similar to a tribal tattoo and it is as unique as their finger prints or a snowflake. When a male comes in contact with his perfect soulmate, the marking transfers to this person and they now carries his mark.
The catch in all of this, is that the chances of finding their soul mates are slim to none. This is very dangerous for them because the longer they go without finding their true mate, the harder it is for them to cope with it. These men typically become mentally unstable or even homicidal in some cases (This is classified as an outbreak). Sadly the more the years go on, the harder it is becoming to find their soul mates. And more outbreaks are happening.


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-Males are the only ones that truly need to find their soul mates.

-They are born with their mark and when they find their mate, the same mark appears on them and typically in the same place.

-Each male has an internal clock of sorts. Each male's is different. The clock tracks how long they have before they start to outbreak.

-Symptoms for an Outbreak
*Headaches and Migraines
*Flu Like symptoms
*Fever
*Hallucinating
*No appetite
*Dehydrated

-Males can decide to be with someone who isn't their rightful soul mate. This doesn't cure the outbreak, but it will slow down the process.

ＦＥＭＡＬＥ ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ

-Females don't have to mate.

-They aren't affected by the outbreak

-Once a mark is transformed to them, they feel a draw to be with that person.

-They aren't attracted to anyone else beside their soul mate after the transfer (That goes for the Males too)

-There is no way to remove the mark once it is transferred.

((Remember it does not have to be complicated. ;) ))

((Yeah, I'm gonna make it really short :P Probably just a small one with a bit of info.
Sorry it's taking so long; I'll try to work on her today. I've had a really busy weekend >.< ))

((No worries. I have to write an honors speech so take your time))

((Here we go~
It's really short and a little crappy, but I tried XD ))

♚▐║ Aᴍᴀʀɪ Dᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ Mᴀɢᴅᴇʟᴇɴᴇ // Nɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇ

↺ Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜɪʀᴅ @ 1:11 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ

The good are never easy, and the easy are never good.

"Nothing happens like you think it should."

〚❦〛Quirky and fun: those are the words that are usually used to described this dark haired femme fatal. She's grown up learning that in order to truly be happy, she has to make her own way. If she wants a good time, she'll go for it. If she wants to be happy, she'll make herself that way. In Amari's mind, she doesn't need other people to decide her fate for her. She believes that she can make her life worthwhile all by her lonesome. Because of this, she's often seen as a very independent girl, though she often has the problem of forming infatuations with guys. She just can't help but find herself craving a one night stand with most of the guys she meets.

❝I came in like a wrecking ball. I never hit so hard in love.❞

❝All you ever did was wreck me. Yeah, you wrecked me.❞

However, that isn't to say that Amari is super dependent on them, because she's not. Most of the time, she hardly believes in love, finding it stupid how most girls will attach themselves too it so willy-nilly. She will, though, find herself often swooning over other couples. She definitely watches rom-coms for the sake of seeing hot guys without their shirts, but she'll also secretly tear up during the sad parts, only to criticize it afterwards for being too mushy. She's had her fair share of break-ups, and she'd much rather stick with non-committal relationships than a real one. Those are just too much work and stress for her to handle at this point.

↳ Mɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs

▫ She's one hundred and one percent straight
▫ Due to a recent breakup, she's sworn off love
▫ She has a great love for strawberry shortcake
▫ Animals tend to really hate her for some reason
▫ She takes the bus, and it really really sucks

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((I think it's perfect :) Let me just edit the name into there and we're good to go :) Doubles first with the girls alone at home and the guys at the club?))

((Oh and may I ask one small change? Can she at least be 19 or older, so there is an equality to the pair?))

((Awesome-sauce ^_^ And, yeah, doubles sounds great. Any length in particular you'd want for posting, though? Figured I'd ask since I don't want to go overboard or anything with typing or write something too short. :P

And, yeah, certainly ^_^ I'll edit that right in there.

But I do have to go for a bit. I have a lot of homework to get done and I swore to myself that I'd do it at five (trying to break the habit of procrastination I have), and it's already a little past that time :P ))

((Go ahead and do homework, I'm good with it. Usually I like at least a paragraph for something to work with. There's no such thing as going overboard for me so if you feel like you got a great idea, go for it. This is more a question for when you return, but who would you like to go first? :) I'm fine either way.))

Cole Ale

((Ignore that :P Don't feel intimidated in long post. I need to get a sense of setting and character lol))

Cole Alexander Trent peeled back from hot, lovely lips of the blonde in front of him. The girl went on undisturbed, continuing a trail of kisses down Cole's neck. The permanent smirk he always wore definitely had a reason to stay there. This was just one of the many benefits to being Cole Alexander Trent. Leave your baggage at the door, and let them coming back for more.

A familiar face caught his dark emerald eyes in the flashing lights of the club. Alec, his partner in crime and probably the only best friend he got. That didn't matter though to Cole, seeing how less commitments worked out just fine in his way. Cole was hurt too many times in the past, and it made him become this heartless, and sexy, beast. He knew that Alec could handle himself, the only reason they were still friends. Hell, Cole respected the guy, considering he helped him in a bad time.

Cole assessed the direction of his friend, realizing that the dude was probably heading towards the gambling room. Cole's favorite room. His strong hands met the girl's petite waist, pulling her back without any guilt. "Sorry babe, got to catch up with someone." He gave a quick wink and last passionate kiss, just for the sake of it, before leaving her speechless behind him.

It was not long with Cole's agility that he made it through the crowd. Slapping a hand on Alec's shoulder, he grinned mischievously. "There you are," he announced teasingly, screwing the traditional teasing. "I was beginning to think you got preoccupied." And of course, Cole gave a suggestive look.

"The fudge Mars," Cora exasperated as she stepped over a pair of discarded shorts in front of the apartment door. She glanced around the large, but simple apartment both of them shared. The government had definitely done well in supporting the both of them with the home. It was furnished nicely, themed a white and black granite in the bathroom and kitchen. Dark cherry wood spread as the floor. However, Cora could not see most of the floor due to all the mess. What crazy thing is she into now?

Cora Killian simply rolled her eyes and set down the box of files she carried in her hands.

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((Agh, sorry >.< I haven't been on much recently, and I've had hardly enough time to talk to anyone, let alone reply. Haven't even responded to my favorites (which is incredibly depressing). Finals and a ton of homework are leaving me exhausted.
Anyways, I was planning on replying tonight since I have no homework, but I forgot I have to go to, like, a three hour long concert in two hours and I'm not ready at all. I might get the chance to reply in a bit, but if I don't, I swear I'll reply tomorrow.
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A M A R I M A G D E L E N E

"You know," Amari called from the other room, her voice reverberating off the walls of the apartment. "When you say that, I always think of fudge bars." She paused for a moment, contemplating. "Isn't that a candy bar or something?" She went right on back to what she was doing, neglecting to tell Cora what exactly it was that she was doing. No, she'd much rather show than tell.

See, while Cora was gone, Amari had had a brilliant idea. She'd been sitting on the couch watching her daily showing of the Notebook ("I was watching Transformers," she would have lied had her roommate come home half an hour earlier) when she had a sudden epiphany. The day had been lacking in its excitement factor, as had the rest of the week, really, and Amari grew more tired of it with each passing second. So what did she think of to spice up the moment? A nightclub of course, and tonight seemed just right for the occasion. From the couch cushions she had let out a little sound of excitement and sprung up, completely and utterly ready to get the night started with a bang. Even though she had yet to tell Cora, she was already imaging the fun the two would have.

Now, Amari stepped out from the bedroom, two dresses in hand and a smile on her lips. "Which do you think suits me better?" She held up one dress, as though showing it off. It was a dark purple pigmentation, complete with a deep brown belt at the waist. Low-cut though modest in most other ways, it was certainly one of her favorites. "We have the ever popular purple dress, complete with silver hoop earrings and a pair of black, high heel shoes. Quite the attraction, if I do say so myself." She switched out the purple dress for the red one she had held behind her back. "And now we have the more scandalous-" she gave a roll of the shoulders for emphasis, "Entourage. Sex appeal. Sex appeal everywhere." She smiled devilishly, though slumped her shoulders later, supposing that she could give a small explanation to all this.

As much as she really didn't want to. C'mon, weren't friends supposed to tell when their partner in crime wanted to have a night out?

"Night out on the town. You, me, and a couple shots of whiskey. It'll be great. We'll be so drunk that the knights in shining armor on our arms will have to carry us to our cars. Seriously, screw being twenty-one, am I right? It's not like anyone actually follows the law anyways." She let out a little 'psh' sound, as if that was just common knowledge. "So what do you say? Sounds like fun, yeah?" Her eyes scanned their apartment, catching on all her discarded clothes she'd left over from her rampage on the closet. "Oh, and don't mind the... stuff. Some crazy person must have come through here because I don't remember making this mess. At all."

A L E X A N D E R W A R D

There was something about the excitement and rush of the club atmosphere that Alec loved. It was like an addiction for him: the flickering lights, the pounding music that strobed like thunder, and the millions of sinful events that took place in all the areas where alcohol was common currency. He could definitely say that this one in particular was one of his favorite, but he might be a little bias. After all, he had just managed to pickpocket the money of two idiots in the bathroom of all places. Oh, it was his favorite for very good reasons, most of them linked to just how stupid the drunks in here could be. And on this night, it didn't disappointed.

Laced in the midst of mingling bodies and suffocating air, there was a sense of pride that radiated off of the tall, dark haired man as he pushed his way through crowds of strangers. He let out several "excuse me"s, and the charm was apparent as the words fell off his tongue. He'd practiced these things a million times, perfecting the skill of working the crowd and whoever else cared to listen. It was the way things were done in life, he'd begun to believe in times past tragedy: if you didn't make yourself the center of attention, someone else would come up and take your place. Alec refused to lose that spot. No matter what, he would be sure that most everyone knew his name. And so far, they truly did, but there was one person alone that Alec actually remembered the name of back.

Cole.

When the other male put his hand on his shoulder, Alec's face lit up in a smirk, though it never quite reached his eyes. He was thinking right then, contemplating his strategy as the gambling table came into view. As of the moment, he was the reigning champ, playing his hands right every single game. Or at least, making it look like he played them right. Hey, honesty was his policy, but if no one asked, he need not tell, right? Right.

"Preoccupied?" Alec asked, eyes shining with mischief and a small, amused breath sinking from between his lips. "I guess you could say that." His feet kept forward, the room he was heading for coming into view. God, did he love it in there, the stale smell of liquor filling his senses and the heat harshly intoxicating. He could have stayed there for weeks and had more fun that he had in years. Of course, everything would start to fade to dull the longer he resided in the room, as soon he would realize that the competition would only win if and when he allowed other people to take the pot. A habit of twisting things around he may have, sometimes it was better just to let the cards speak for themselves.

"You thinkin' of playing a game or two?" Of course he was talking about poker, his favorite game in what seemed like the world. Never before had Alec found a pleasure so rewarding. Well, except for sex, but that overrode everything and anything, so including that in this list was a little bit foolish. As he leaned against the doorway to the gambling room, he would assure anyone that sex was his favorite hobby, even over poker. No feelings, nothing exclusive, and no commitment. Not for a moment. Nothing personal, just sinful business at its best.

((Jeez, I wrote a lot more than expected >.< Whoops.))

((I like long posts, no prob lol)))

[Cole Alexander Trent]

Cole followed Alex's longing stare toward the heaven of their lives... The gambling room. A natural smirk rose on his lips as he could just feel the victory in his hands. Cole worked with Alec as a team, strategizing the biggest games and then splitting to capture all the wins. Cole had gotten more then he ever by working with Alec and he knew it was probably vice-versa. Strategy and cunning were always the perfect pair.

Cole breath in the club air, acrid with the smell of alcohol and sweat from the clubbers on the dance floor. It was his favorite smell, well one of two. Letting out the deep breath, Cole chuckled, "Do you really need to ask?" They both knew the answer.

Never.

Entering the room with Alec, he spotted a certain table with digital screens. It was the new way to play BlackJack, his favorite. Inside the middle of the table, chips and even various items were played by the addicted gamblers. That was fine though. More variety of winnings.

Cole folded his arms across his chest, which donned a black v-neck that was tight cross his chest. "So, Alec," she smirked, "How do you want to work this?"

[Cora Killian]

Cora Killian rolled her eyes at Mars as she walked to the adjourning bedroom, taking off the dress jacket. She set it on the desk chair and turned, going back for the files from the Art museum. The moment she picked up the box, Mars came out flashing two dresses. "I personally like the purple one," Cora murmured.

Ever since she moved, Cora had gotten even more socially inward. She was limited to her best friend and a few co-workers at the museum. Even the government had thought this was better for her, given that the gang leader was still out there. On the other hand, despite her sass, Cora had always remained what some would call naive and innocent when it came to the world of romance.

The moment she heard the "nightclub" idea, she froze in her room. Setting the box slowly on her table, she spun to face her giggling roommate. "Mars, I-I don't think that's a good idea. I mean..." She drifted off, a blush tinting her cheeks.

((Sorry for the short post, I'm just trying to get more of a feel for Cora))

((Hello?))

((Trying to get here, promise >.< The end of the year is being really stupid and the teachers are jerkfaces with busy-work and... blah. I really am trying to reply more; I love this RP already, but school. School hates me.))

((It's alright, I was just checking in. Good luck on finals!!))

A M A R I M A G D E L E N E

"Purple one it is, then," Amari commented, beaming brightly. She haphazardly tossed the red dress, sexy and seductive as it was, to the side and held the purple one up against herself once again, only imagining how amazing she thought it might look. She'd worn it half a million times -- and probably more than that -- but she still liked to imagine it looking better than ever before. Every night out was a new experience and this one was certain not to disappoint. That is, if Cora even agreed to going.

"Oh, come on," Amari protested, slumping her shoulders. Her hands dropped to her side, the dress lightly grazing the floor. "Live a little, Cora. You hardly get out, like, at all. When was the last time you were swimming in fun?" Her finger pointed accusingly for a split second. "And don't you dare say that museum stuff you do is fun, because that doesn't count, okay?"

In all her life, Amari didn't think she'd ever met someone that needed improvement on their social life than Cora. Sure, the girl was energetic and in many ways, she did have her fun times. Hell, the two of them likely wouldn't have been friends if there weren't at least some fun instances. But still, Amari could have sworn that the girl never went out and had real life experiences. Picking up guys at the bar, gambling a little bit, underage drinking: those were all the things that Amari considered to be reckless, lighthearted amusement, and she truly looked forward to it tonight.

Wanting to go more than anything -- anything right then, at least -- Amari put her two hands together, the fabric of the dress wrinkling between her palms. "Please, Cora? Please please please please please? I'll do anything, I swear." She offered a little smile. "I'll even let you wear my red dress if you want." It didn't seem to bother her the only barter she had was based off a piece of clothing. "What do you say?"

A L E X A N D E R W A R D

"Can't ever be too sure," Alec spoke in reponse to Cole's words, a bright, genuine grin breaking out across his lips. There was a light chuckle on the corners of his lips, as though he was decided whether or not to release it. The amusement was plain as day in his eyes, but there also seemed to be a bit of a contradiction when his gaze settled on the deals being made within the room. Bets being placed, cards being dealt, and various other legal and illegal chances taking place. God, did he love this place. It was perfect for a bastard like him.

"How do I want to do it..." Was there any specific way he wanted to go about this? Not entirely. There were always these times when he felt the distinct, unyielding urge to just wing it all, to throw all his money into the pot and wait to see the twists fate would throw at him. It was so exhilarating, he always thought, the idea of losing everything. Not many people liked to indulge themselves in such incredibly indecisive maneuvers, but Alec didn't seem to have a problem with it.

Then again, though, he didn't seem to have a problem with all things.

"What do ya' say we just wing this one?" He asked, running a hand absentmindedly through his black hair. His eyes had taken on a distinctly foreign look for a second, only to shift to inquiry when he turned them on his companion. He was always wondering how his friend would take to these kind of propositions, and whether he would take them more serious than Alec appeared to. Money was something the older knew was important to both of them, but he'd never given the impression that he ever truly needed it. Just that he liked to have it. Whether that was true or not, well, it was a mystery to most people, even those that were close. Most things about Alec were closely concieled, though, and he found himself liking it that way. Why tell someone something they could figure out for themselves if they cared to look close enough? What a waste of breath that would have been, he thought, and his eyes shone with an arrogance greater than any of his other features ever could have mustered.

Alec commented one last time in a bit of convincing: "Split winnings, and your choice of game. Sound promising?"

[Cole Alexander Trent]

Cole grinned. It's definitely a free night. There was a roar of encouragement coming once again from the table with the various bets and technology. All kinds of gadgets were scattered around the table, beckoning to Cole Alexander Trent. A little voice in the back of his clouded mind reminded that there always has to be some sort of cash income to the both of them. But that table...

After a calculating moment, Cole slid his glance beside him. He gestured to the table not so far away. "I say, lets team up in Blackjack and get some new winnings and round the night up with Poker." Favoritism was not what decided Cole's agenda. It was his calculating mind. There were all sorts of games in gambling heaven of course but the trick was to see which was less. All people thought the same and would start to migrate to one table, piling up winnings till someone has the respect to walk away with them instead of useless risk.

With a signature smirk, Cole already headed for the table. Strategy done, now it was time for the real fun.

[Cora Killian]

She is right, you know, Cora felt herself admit mentally. Thankfully, she did not agree with her tongue or else there was no chance to get out now. Not that there was a way anyway. Cora knew that lately she had thrown herself into work; Her day was full of touring, organizing, and discovering something about one of her few passions, art. However, it was not really passion that drove Cora to the brink of knowing almost every bit of history in one of the largest museums in the world, especially in the art gallery.

Everyone gets addicted to something. It could be minuscule like laughter or washing hands, to something dangerous like drugs or... hacking. Cora had been trying to tire herself in the day, working herself to the extremes. Although, she always managed to break her fast and start coding away on minor things with her work laptop- the only device that the government did not know about to monitor. Cora felt the need to let her fingers fly away on the keyboard, even if it was minor hacking. Of course, Amari was suppose to keep an eye on her so she tried to come home late or satisfy her best friends in other ways, like going out for lunch.

But Cora knew that this was supposed to come sooner or later. Mars wanted to party. A flashback went through Cora's mind and she cringed. Last time she went to a party with Mars, she had been persuaded by her to take a couple drinks.

Next thing you know, she ended up sleeping with a pillow pet by the party host's pool...

Cora gave another uneasy glance towards the discarded dress - If it could even be called a dress - and bit her lips nervously. Cora felt guilt roll in the pit of her stomach and she sighed, knowing that she owed Mars this. They were best friends and roommates. With all the hacking behind her friend's back, Cora realized that she needed to think of this first. Before she could think anything to change her mind, she huffed. "Fine."

A blush had started to form in her cheeks as she eyed the dress that her friend bartered with her. "But I'm not wearing that scrap of clothing."

A M A R I M A G D E L E N E

To say that Amari freaked out with excitement was just a tad bit the understatement. No, she was quite elated how she'd actually gotten her friend to agree. Cora seemed so introverted most of the time, reserved and refusing to live it up and give life her all. Those were the kind of things that Amari lived for, and though it might have been a bit self-absorbed, she couldn't imagine how her life would be like if she wasn't constantly trying to find noncommittal fun to add into the mix. She probably would be on the straight path to some amazing life, full of doctor things and whatnot. But, nah, Amari had never wanted that for herself. Where was the fun in being someone when you never really got the chance to discover who you could have been?

That was why Amari was so very intent on having her friend tag along. She thought that Cora needed a bit of assitance in finding a more exciting life to live, and though she didn't know if she was the most qualified for the job, she certainly wasn't going to let Cora go her all her years without knowing if this night would have been something amazing. Who knew? Maybe she would have the best night of her life. Or maybe, just maybe, she would find a special someone to go home with and everything would be amazing. Or perhaps they both would wake up in a stranger's bed, wonderfully content with their choices (you know, if nothing came of it thereafter. Amari was looking for fun, not a reason to settle down).

That may have also been why she let it slide that her friend hadn't taken her up on the dress suggestion. Alright, that was just one little setback. "Deal." Amari nodded her head, knowing that she would bounce back from this. "But you have to at least wear something other than..." Her gaze traveled over her friend's apparel. "That." Okay, so the clothes weren't that bad -- not the worse she'd seen in all her time on the planet -- but it certainly wasn't clubbing attire.

She began tying up her hair, haphazardly weaving it into a tight knot, but leaving a few tendrils down to complete a laissez faire yet mischievous style that she'd say she wore ever so well. "Hurry up! Hurry up! We've got to get going before the night ends and all the good guys are taken."

A L E X A N D E R W A R D

Alec actually found a small, amused smirk creeping up his lips at Cole's suggestion. He'd guessed that was what his companion had in mind, but he hadn't bothered asking only to see if suspicions would be confirmed, and indeed they were. And, really, Alec didn't have any quarrels with dong exactly as Cole had proposed. He supposed that was why the two of them were friends and "business partners". They both wanted the same things: money and good times, and the easiest way to get both of those things right that very second was to do exactly what Cole suggested. So without a second thought and without wondering how the strategy for this would play out, Alec simply followed along.

He made his residence at the table coolly and calmly, but not without sending a flirtatious grin to the dealer. One could definitely say that this was one of his favorite games to play, if not only for the lovely dealers that places like this loved to employ. God bless. "Alright," he spoke, resisting the urge to say anything to stupid. "Let's see just how rich I'm going to be by the end of the night." Arrogance was a thing he loved to work into his games. When Alec made it seem like he was the best, others typically seemed to either follow suit on that assumption or they claimed him to be completely insane. But, see, that was where they were in the wrong. He did have the skills for this, and though he certainly wasn't the greatest player of all time, Alec had his ways. And it was always a joy, he knew, to watch the faces of unsuspecting victims realize what exactly they'd walked into. When he bragged, it wasn't just to impress. It was to win.

((Just a lil' warning: I have no idea how to actually play Blackjack. Like, at all. XD I'm actually watching videos on it since I'm interested, but I'm fuzzy on it. So if my posts are super duper vague, that's why :P
And this started out as a good post and then slowly deteriorated into crap. So I apologize for that :P ))

((So excited to reply!! Wrist just got better!))

((How would you feel if Cora hacked,.. Their bank account? XD))

[Cole Alexander Trent]

Cole took a seat upon the other side of the table, glancing around. There were a few recognizable faces, none of real importance. From memory, Cole knew who to watch closely, for Harry, one of the few good players, was glancing around. Cole caught his eye and gave a menacing smug smirk, looking away. He knew that he had shaken Harry just a bit.

Cole, you could tell, was not a history buff. Not at all of course. However, there was one thing that he admired out of a bunch of killing douches. The Mongols. They were professionals at psychological warfare, winning half the battle by their reputation. This was something he learned from Alec. Glancing at his friend, he could see how others would be fearful of their winnings yet dare to keep their reputation. Cole was not afraid anymore though, more respecting. Perhaps it was what made them great partners. "Deal," he winked at the dealer, tossing in a twenty with ease. He would make ten times that by the end of the night.

((Awesome :D I'm glad to hear you're feeling better!
Omigosh XD Yes please. That would freak Alec out.))

[Cora Killian]

Cora watched as her friend went to finish up getting ready, leaving behind the scrap of dashing red fabric on the floor. Naturally, Cora lifted it by the hanger and hung it upon her door hook. She entered her room sighing, gently closing the door behind her. "You have to do this," she muttered, feeling the guilt roll within once again.

Amari was quite amusing. She thought that Cora would open up, and one of the acts doing so was enjoying a man's pleasure for a night. Cora already knew this would never happen. Hopefully, Mars will be too drunk to notice. And hopefully passed out. That way, Cora can get them both home.

Cora looked through her closet, her eyes taking in the sight of fashionable but professional clothes. For once she was totally lost. "Uhhhh.."

((I'm so sorry you have to deal with my sucky posts :P ))