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♖ Iscariot
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❛❛ I CAN FAKE A SMILE
I CAN FORCE A LAUGH
I CAN DANCE AND PLAY THE PART
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU ASK
BUT I'M ONLY HUMAN
AND I BLEED WHEN I FALL DOWN
I'M ONLY HUMAN
AND I CRASH AND I BREAK DOWN ❜❜
NAME. King Edward Stephen Iscariot II.
→ Edward [ED-ward]: Means "rich guard", derived from the Old English elements ead "rich, blessed" and weard "guard". Saint Edward the Confessor was the king of England shortly before the Norman conquest. He was known as a just ruler, and because of his popularity this name remained in use after the conquest when most other Old English names were replaced by Norman ones. The 13th-century king Henry III named his son and successor after the saint, and seven subsequent kings of England were also named Edward. This is one of the few Old English names to be used throughout Europe (in various spellings).
→ Stephen [STEF-en]: From the Greek name Στεφανος (Stephanos) meaning "crown". Saint Stephen was a deacon who was stoned to death, as told in Acts in the New Testament, and he is regarded as the first Christian martyr. Due to him, the name became common in the Christian world. It was popularized in England by the Normans. This was the name of kings of England, Serbia, and Poland, as well as ten popes. It was also borne by the first Christian king of Hungary (10th century), who is regarded as the patron saint of that country. More recent bearers include British physicist Stephen Hawking (1942-) and the American author Stephen King (1947-).
→ Iscariot [ISS-care-iot]: The origin of the surname Iscariot is uncertain. According to one theory, the name means "man of Kerioth", and refers to a town or area in ancient Judea. If correct, this would suggest that Judas came from southern Palestine, whereas the other disciples were probably Galileans from the north. According to another theory, the name Iscariot comes from the Latin word "sicarius", meaning "dagger-man". The Sicarii were a group of rebel assassins who were resisting the Roman occupation of the country. Thus Judas might have originally been a member of this group. (The released prisoner Barabbas also may have belonged to this group.)
→ Nickname(s): Some address him only by his title; otherwise, none.
→ He likes to think that it means something that he was named after his great-great-grandfather, Edward I, who was dearly beloved by his people and the last good king before the Century War.
AGE. 30.
→ Apparent Age: His true age; give or take a few years.
→ Date of Birth: The first day of the sixth month (06/01)
→ Time of Birth: The tenth minute of the seventh hour (7:10 AM).
→ Place of Birth: His mother's chambers in the castle.
→ Zodiac Sign: Gemini.
→ Element: Air.
GENDER. Male.
→ Sexuality: Heterosexual.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. -tbd-
CRUSH. -tbd-
SPECIES. Human.
ABILITIES. As a human, Edward lacks any magical abilities. However, as he was the crown prince (and now king), he has been trained his entire life to run a country. He's proficient at fighting, and has a mind for strategy. If he needed to lead his army into battle, he could. One of his "strengths" is his sense of empathy attained from years of abuse from his father.
APPEARANCE.
→ Complexion: Fair; on the paler side. Not pasty or sickly, but still fair-skinned (as was a sign of wealth and status; for a person of low class who had to do manual labor would tan/burn, but someone pale who did not have to physically exert his or herself outside would not).
→ Hair Color: Medium-dark brown.
→ Hair Length: As shown in picture.
→ Hair Style: As shown in picture.
→ Eye Color: Dark brown.
→ Body Type: Lean, in excellent shape. He spends a great deal of his time training, and it shows.
→ Height: 6'1"
→ Blood Type: O+
→ Many people tell Edward that he is the spitting image of his father, Richard, and it's true: at Edward's age, Richard did indeed look almost identical, save for his blue eyes and slightly lighter hair. Edward knows this to be true, and resents it greatly; his own reflection is one of the largest reminder of his father, someone who he wishes he could forget.
PERSONALITY. For his entire life, Edward has tried to be good. Be a good prince, a good son - now, a good king. But with Richard's constant criticism and abuse, he's never actually known what "enough" feels like. With Richard, it was never enough - he was always too weak, too stupid, to inept - and "Why would the people ever want someone like you to be their king?" After all, "A sow would be better fit to the throne than you." A large part of Edward still wants - needs to prove himself to his people, to himself - to his father.
Even though Richard may be dead, his memory still haunts Edward; everything is always What would Father say? and But Father would not have approved. It's not that Edward isn't capable of thinking freely - he's quite intelligent, having little trouble with his actual studies. But his father's constant verbal abuse destroyed him, emotionally and mentally.
Edward has a kind heart; perhaps he isn't lovey-dovey or into public, physical displays of affection, but he does show that he cares. For him, it's not so much about doing things or actions; it's about words. Because he never got those words from his father. So if he loves someone, he'll tell them. If he appreciates something, he'll say so. But if you're expecting a hug or an embrace, you're coming to the wrong person. He's not into that. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that his father would tell him that a strong man never showed affection, or maybe it was the fact that no one ever showed him physical displays of affection. He's not sure. Probably won't ever be.
He is trying to make reforms, make pacts and treaties that will keep the kingdom at peace, but it is difficult; it has not even been long since the end of the Century War. He still has to deal with the debt, the reparations, all of the repercussions of the war. He does want to do things for the sake of the people, if only to protect his family.
HABITS.
→ Tends to emotionally detach himself when people talk to him about serious, emotional matters.
→ Rarely, but occasionally, has panic attacks.
→ Eats little when especially stressed.
HOBBIES. Edward's father was a strict man and believed that a man was to show his power in his physical strength, lest he be considered weak in the eyes of the public. For almost all of his life, Edward pretended that this was in fact his interest, striving to gain his father's favor.
→ He likes to read.
→ Riding.
LIKES.
→ Reading.
→ Riding.
→ Privacy.
DISLIKES.
→ Fear.
→ Appearing weak.
→ Disappointing people.
DISABILITIES.
→ Although it may not appear like it to most people, Edward has a great number of insecurities, mostly due to his father's constant criticism through his whole life.
→ Unable to reverse everything bad that his father has done. His father was a monster, as far as Edward is concerned; but no matter how good - or great - of a king Edward becomes, he can't reverse the damage done to him and his siblings, can't repay all of his kingdom's debts, can't keep peace between all of the kingdoms.
→ Never really given a whole lot of guidance by his father or mother.
→ When he was younger, Edward was prone to panic attacks, caused by his father's criticism. Since then, he has become much better at controlling his emotions and eventually learned to emotionally detach himself from what his father would tell him. Occasionally, but rarely, he still will get panic attacks, but such things will usually happen when he is by himself or with few trusted people, because that's when his thoughts come to haunt him the most.
FEARS.
→ Being a bad king.
→ The people starting a revolution.
→ Letting his people (and family) down.
→ Disappointing his father.
→ Becoming like his father/that he is like his father.
LIFE PHILOSOPHY. To do things for the good of the people.
SKILLS.
→ Well-educated; after all, as heir to the throne, he had to prepare to one day become king.
→ A good negotiator; he's been told that he's quite charming.
→ A skilled fighter and strategist; from a young age, he has been prepared to lead his kingdom into war.
→ Seeing the good in others; he spent years and years trying to make himself believe that his father really was a good man.
→ Physically able and strong; he spent much of his time playing sports and wrestling and riding, because his father always told him he would look weak otherwise.
HISTORY. Firstborn to the king and queen, Edward was the heir. From a young age, he began his education; it was easy at some times, rigorous at others, but nothing that Edward could not handle. Neither of his parents were the coddling type; he hardly ever saw his father, and his mother, although kind and affectionate, was never particularly motherly to him. While she was alive, Eleanor was more of an aunt-like figure than an actual mother to Edward; after all, that's what the nurses had been for.
When Edward was nine, his sister, Persephone was born. At first, they had nothing in common; they had almost a decade between them and she was much too young to be particularly interesting to the young prince. After all, she mostly slept, ate, and cried. And then she never had to do the things that he had to do - she wasn't the heir. But then Eleanor died - was poisoned, Edward was told. His mother was dead because someone wanted her dead, and so killed her. After that, his strict father became worse. Nothing he - or Persephone, for that matter - could do was ever enough. Everything was always cruel words and disappointment. Edward was always too weak, too stupid, to ugly, too slow, too anything. He would only be king because there was no one else to. Whatever Edward would do, Richard would find something wrong with it. And his plan was simple: marry Edward off to a lady from some powerful family. And the Iscariot name and the monarchy would become more powerful than before. When he would read on his own, and during his studies on the other species, Edward had learned about mates - and how lovely the idea was, that there was someone out there who would love you and be with your forever. But he was only a human - and even if he weren't, surely his father would never let him marry for a reason that wasn't political - so it wasn't to be.
During Edward's twenty-eighth year, Richard died of a heart attack. It was not hereditary, nor was it a murder; the court physician said that it was due to Richard's little concern for his personal health. Within a year, he was crowned king. He and Persephone became closer than they had been before; both had struggled with their father's abuse for years.
FAMILY.
→ King Richard Wilhelm Iscariot III, dead. Father.
→ Queen Eleanor Margaret Iscariot, dead. Mother.
→ Persephone Anne Iscariot, 21. Sister.
→ [wife (?)]❛❛ I CAN TURN IT ON
BE A GOOD MACHINE
I CAN HOLD THE WEIGHT OF WORLDS
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED
BUT I'M ONLY HUMAN
AND I BLEED WHEN I FALL DOWN
I'M ONLY HUMAN
AND I CRASH AND I BREAK DOWN
YOUR WORDS IN MY HEAD
KNIVES IN MY HEART
YOU BUILD ME UP AND THEN I FALL APART
'CAUSE I'M ONLY HUMAN ❜❜
♖ Consort
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Caitlin Stasey. Skin discoloration from chest, to neck, up to left
side of face and various scars over forearms from scratching. 5'.
114 lbs. Brown-Eyed. Brown-Haired. Olive skin. Slender, petite.
Severina. Severe. At first glance, the name may seem misleading:
even inappropriate for the noble-born young woman. However, as
one gets to know Severina Vitela D'Innocenzo, one learns that she
is as severe as her first name implies and not nearly as innocent
as her last name does.
Having been born to a lord and lady, Severina was raised with
one purpose: to be married off to a rich man with land. Obviously,
this plan didn't work out very well and she was exiled as a malfetto.
This doesn't, however, change the fact that she was raised with
manners and to be poised and to be a nice, prim and proper lady.
Although she's a member of the Dagger Society, this is something
that she has retained since leaving her home. The best word to
describe Severina is cordial. She isn't warm or friendly, but she's
always polite. There's a level of detachment which she treats
people with. That isn't to say that it's impossible for her to warm
up to people; she simply isn't the type of person who feels an
'instant connection' with someone. The few people who she is close
to, however? She won't betray them, ever. As far as she's concerned,
that's part of the duty she took when she became a part of their life
and they a part of hers.
Severina has a strong sense of ethics and morals and will go to
great - even extreme - lengths to defend those values by which she
conducts her life. In this, she can often be ruthless; she feels no
remorse in the heat of the moment. Because, you see, duty comes
before everything else for Severina. In her role as daughter, it
was her duty to flee to save her parents' reputation. As a Dagger
Society member, it is her duty to help integrate new members into
their society and defend, to use her abilities for their cause. As
a friend, she is a protector, a comforter, a healer, a constant. All
of these roles come first.
The reason that Severina is distant and detached isn't because
she hates people or has a bitter, tragic backstory. It's because she's
trying to make herself disposable. Someday, if her duty - be it as a
friend, as a Young Elite, as a daughter, perhaps as a wife - is to lay
down her life, she needs to be able to accept that. Others must
be able to accept that. Love is wonderful, but in the end, it will
cause pain. Bittersweet, perhaps, but still bitter. So she has to be
the disposable one. Because she would never let another die in her
stead. It's a dangerous life, the one she lives, and she would sacrifice
a lot.
After all, she's already sacrificed so much; one final sacrifice won't hurt.
Enjoys: Freshly baked bread, sunny days, braiding her hair
Dislikes: Selfish people, irresponsible people, her scars
Fears: Being inadequate, not getting there in time, regrets
Hamartia: Duty before everything
Severina Vitela D’Innocenzo was born to Signore Raphael D’Innocenzo and Signora Vittoria D’Innocenzo. From birth, she had one duty: to become a political pawn for her parents. In all honesty, Severina never resented her situation because she had never been given another option. And besides: to young Severina, little else mattered than to bring her family name honor.
It would be wrong to say that Signore Raphael and Signora Vittoria didn't care about their only daughter. In fact, they loved her dearly: and in their love was a promise of a prosperous future once married to a successful and honorable man. But when the Blood Fever struck, things changed.
Signore Raphael refused to let his beloved wife tend to their ill daughter; he feared that she too would become a victim of the sickness. So servant after servant nursed the young girl back to health. And it worked. Severina survived the Blood Fever, but she would never be the same again.
At first, it was easy to hide. Severina would wear long sleeves to cover the scars from where she had scratched at her burning, itchy skin. The skin discoloration could be hidden by careful application of powder, artfully styled hair, and high collars as well as scarves.
For years, Severina's powers lay dormant. Until one day, company came over. The boy - a young man, really - was much too forward. He had cornered her in an empty corridor, forcing his lips onto hers, pushing back her hair, away from her face, casting aside her scarf - revealing her markings. He called her disgusting, repulsive, a demon, a malfetto. Someone who would have to be taken to the Inquisitors. And she panicked, and she spoke. She wanted him to doubt himself. She wanted him to feel clueless, helpless, incapable. She wanted him to feel worthless and useless and pathetic. She wanted him to feel like a monster, a blemish on mankind, a danger to society - everything that a malfetto was. She didn't know of her powers. She didn't know that it would have an overpowering effect, that he would fall to the floor clutching his head, screaming at her that she was a witch, that she had to make the voices stop.
Severina saw one choice.
She fled.
Once a member of the Dagger Society, Severina was given a choice. She'd mastered her powers; she'd learned to manipulate people with her words, to give them the necessary strength or to strip them of courage and hope with a few simple sentences. There was power in her words. And the Dagger Society did, of course, have a cover: the Fortunata Pleasure Court. There were two options: Severina could blend in, simply becoming part of the cover; or she could actually engage in the work of a consort, and retrieve valuable information for the Dagger Society.
It was something that she had to think about. Her whole life, much of her value hinged on her status as a virgin. For no nobleman - or any man - would want to be wed to a harlot who slept with others, and a man of status would certainly need to know if his wife's son were truly his heir. But here was an option given to her: she could sell her body in exchange for information. She could manipulate the system without the system ever knowing. It was her vocation, she told herself, to do what she could to assist the Dagger Society. So she began work as a consort.
This decision has not left Severina unaffected. Because as a Kenettran woman, much of her value - to society, to anyone - does depend on her reputation. It may be for the Dagger Society, but that does not mean that she doesn't hear the whispers, the accusations of promiscuity. Just because she serves the Society in a way that many don't, she tells herself, does not mean that she is serving the Dagger Society wrongly. She tries to keep that in mind. She has saved lives, gained valuable information. But Severina is not immune to her own charmspeak, not even in her own mind.
Babbo: Signore Raphael D'Innocenzo
Mamma: Signora Vittoria D'Innocenzo
Allies: The Dagger Society
Enemies: The Inquisition
Ability: Emotional Charmspeak (view spoiler)
Ability Weakness: If the person being affected doesn't have enough of that attribute/emotion, the Emotional Charmspeak will have little to no effect. In addition, the Emotional Charmspeaker may be affected by their own words - and if they are powerful enough, their own thoughts. Although this has (small) potential to be a good thing, it is usually a disadvantage and lessens morale levels.
Weapon of Choice: Emotional Charmspeak, rapier, crossbow
Occupation: Full member if the Dagger Society, consort
♖ Wheels (Part 1)
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬❄ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʙʀᴇᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ... █ ❄ █▐║
❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❄ ❅ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪsᴛs ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜɪᴛ ʟɪsᴛ. █ ❄ █▐║
❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❅ ❆ sᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. █ ❄ █▐║
❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ɪs ɴɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴀɴᴅ. █ ❄ █▐║
❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ❄█ ┈ ❄ ┈ █
Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Nɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs Rᴜᴘᴇʀᴛ Lᴀʀsᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
Maybe that's a bit over-dramatic. I don't know. Maybe I'm turning this whole situation into something bigger than it needs to be. Maybe I'm over-thinking the whole thing, because I do that a lot. I don't know anymore. Maybe I just miss Estella. Maybe I miss a lot of things. That seems to be happening a lot these days.
But that's not why I'm writing. I'm writing to tell a story, I guess. My therapist said that it might help, writing to myself. Who knows? Maybe someday someone will care enough about me to bother reading this. And maybe this is for myself, too. I mean... I need the practice now. Writing is kind of my emphasis now. Except that my emphasis is creative writing, and well... I wish this was. But it's not. It's non-fiction. But it's not like anyone should expect anything else. After all, this might be therapy or some shit. But it's still a journal.
I've never actually kept a journal before, so I asked Dr. Ekhart where to start. She told me to 'introduce myself.' Yeah, well, you're a book, not a person. But I've already started calling you a 'you,' so I guess I might as well.
Hello, journal.
My name is Nɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs Rᴜᴘᴇʀᴛ Lᴀʀsᴇɴ (but I think you already knew that). I am ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, and I am a sᴇɴɪᴏʀ at Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts. I'm blonde and I have blue eyes (ha, halfway to being an Aryan, I guess, except that I'm not German). I'm six feet tall. That's it. I'm in the Bᴇʟʟᴀᴠɪᴀ Dᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ Pᴇʀғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ Aʀᴛs, but I shouldn't be, not really. At school, they have these things -- emphases -- and it determines what department you're in. My emphasis? It used to be figure skating. But I can't really do that anymore. So I write. It's not as fun as people make it out to be, and yeah, I hope you take offense. Because you're a damn book and I'm pathetic enough to be talking to you for my problems.
I know what' you're thinking. 'Oh, Nicholas, you're so gay, skating around in sequins and feathers.' Yeah, well, you're right. I'm ɢᴀʏ. Gay as the fourth of July. Or, I guess, in my case, I'm as gay as a guy whose passion involves wearing tight clothes that
sparkle.
I think I've reached a new low. I'm actually talking -- writing -- about my sexuality to a book. To think that I'm supposed to be feeling better about myself.
Well, you guessed it. I'm not. And you're probably never going to meet my good side. I do have a good side, though. I didn't always used to be like this. Or actually, I don't know. Maybe I was like this all along. But here, you can see what I used to be like:. . . .. . . .
Yeah, I know. It's pretty hard to believe that's me, huh? But I used to be pretty happy. I mean, I had everything I ever wanted, you know? I was good at something -- I was damn good, too, for the record -- and I had a pretty fucking awesome best friend
who was just as good as me at it. Well -- she was always better than me, actually, but she never said so. But I knew anyway. She was always shorter than me -- I'm six feet tall, you know? She was like a little munchkin, or something. I don't know. Something
short.
My best friend -- her nameiswas Estella. I know, right? Named after that horrid Charles Dickens character. But let me tell you right now -- my Estella, Estella Reginald, was nothing like the character from Great Expectations. In fact, she's the best person who I've ever been fortunate enough to know.
This is Estella:
Isn't she beautiful? Yeah, it's no wonder she had all the boys after her. She only ever had eyes for one, though. And that's actually why I'm here writing in you right now. Don't think I blame her -- it's not her fault. I mean -- she never would have wanted this to happen. She's not the one who -- I know. If we hadn't been driving that night, I'd still have her, and she'd still be her. But I can't blame her... can I? Maybe I can. But maybe that'd be horrible. And maybe I do blame her, a little bit. But it's not like it's actually her fault. Of course it isn't.But I'd really rather not talk about her right now.What do I think about myself? That's what Dr. Ekhart told me to write about. Because I really want to be doing this self-introspection thing right now. That's what everyone wants to do when they're at their personal low. Of course it is. She even gave me homework -- are therapists allowed to give you homework? But she told me that she would check, at least the first few entries, and besides, it's not like I have a whole lot to lose anymore.
I'm pretty sure I've lost it all already.
But I'm kind of not quite pathetic enough, so I'm going to humor you, Dr. Ekhart (because apparently you're going to be reading this during our next appointment). And I'm going to tell you right now what I think about myself:I think I'm a despicable human being. I hate myself, because I never should have driven that car in the first place. If I hadn't, then I'd still have Estella, and I'd still be able to walk. I feel like an infant. I am an invalid. I can't even walk. I'm eighteen years old, I'm a legal adult, I'm an athlete. And I can't even walk on my own. I can't even walk at all. And do you know what, Dr. Ekhart? I fucking hate it. I'm so much more than this. And now I can't even walk through the halls at school without everyone looking at me like I'm a malnourished puppy on one of those ASPCA commercials. Do you know what I heard someone say yesterday when I was leaving government and economics class? This is what they said:Nicholas Larsen had so much potential. It's such a shame that all of that talent was lost.
Because that's all I am to all the people at this school, all the people ever: I'm just potential that was lost and not a real person. Do you know how much that fucking sucks? To not be treated like a real person? Because maybe I'm not a normal person. But fucking no one at that school is normal. It's a living, breathing, growing freak show, and they treat me like I'm the one with the problem because I'm in a wheelchair. Like I'm worthless now that I can't skate.
And it's true. That's the worst part.
I'm nothing anymore. I can't skate. I don't have my best friend anymore. I have friends, yeah. But Estella was my partner and I don't get that anymore. And it's not fucking fair. Because I'm an invalid, and I'm treated like an invalid, and I don't even have anyone to really talk to about it. Yeah, I have friends. I'm a pathetic loser but I'm not that much of a pathetic loser. But you know what the worst thing is about these friends that I have? They don't even give a damn. Really, they're stupid enough to believe that when I say I'm okay, I actually mean it. Everyone knows that when someone says they're okay, they don't mean it.
Or maybe I'm just too convincing. I don't even know. I don't even know if I want them to notice. I'm already a burden on people. They have to hold doors open for me, they have to deal with being the handicapped kid's friend. So how could I ask more of them? They shouldn't have to deal with my shit. It's not like they wanted that when we became friends.
Maybe that's a strength of mine. Maybe I'm selfless. Maybe I'm generous. What am I good at? I'm good at not dying, apparently. I guess I'm a little too good at pretending to be okay, but I guess that's a bad thing too. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
Except I know that I have a whole lot more weaknesses than I do strengths. I'm fucking jealous. I'm jealous of people who can walk, and skate, and dance, and to all the shit they want in the world because their legs still work. I miss Estella. I miss everything. I miss my old life. And worst of all? I have to rely on everyone else, but they don't want me to have to rely on them. So yeah, that's pretty fucking dandy.
What do I like? I like winter. I like the cold. I like Christmas. I like ice skating. Well actually, I used to like it. That seems to be how things work for me now. It's all about what I used to like. Well, I used to like skating. I used to like running. I used to like having Sunday coffee with Estella because it was our day off of practice. I used to like a lot of things.
Do you know what I hate, though? I hate being useless. I hate people treating me like I'm not a real person. I hate that I can't walk, or run, or skate anymore. I hate this goddamn wheelchair, which I can't even go up stairs with. I hate a lot of things in this world. I hate the pity. I hate people always bringing it up. I hate people asking me if I'm okay. I hate people asking me how I am. I hate that I hate so many things. What else is there to say?
I know what you're going to say, Dr. Ekhart: You're going to tell me that I need to talk to someone about it.
Yeah, well, the person I want to talk to doesn't even remember me.
I guess that means I should tell you what happened, shouldn't I?❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❄ ❅ ❆ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. █ ❄ █▐║
♖ Wheels (Part 2)
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Wᴇʟʟ, ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ᴅᴏᴇs: ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅ sᴇx.Actually, they didn't just have sex. They had a hell of a lot of sex. (And unfortunately, they still do. You'd think they'd have the decency to be quiet when I'm at home.) You see, the thing? They didn't plan on me. I mean, it wasn't like they were in high school or anything. They were married. Had jobs. All that jazz. And they just didn't want kids.
I don't want to give you the wrong idea: My parents have been great parents. They haven't done a bad job. They're not spectacular parents but they're far from bad parents. They've been encouraging, always. I mean, seriously -- they let their son figure skate. That has to say something about them. But in this whole thing? My parents haven't really had a lot to do with everything. And maybe that's a good thing. Maybe I'm lucky that they never got too involved. I don't know.
(I'm not stupid, by the way. I know that I say 'I don't know' a lot, and that's true. But don't think I'm an idiot. If nothing else, I'm literate.)
So a few years -- well, more like ten -- after I was born to my sex-addict parents, David and Lucy Larsen, I decided that I wanted to ice skate. I grew up in Virginia; it gets damn cold in the winters. And I wanted to make something good out of that. And so they let me skate. And for two years, I did well on my own. A natural, they said I was. I could go far, they said. And by the time I was twelve, they decided that I'd do better in couple's ice dancing. They said it could get me somewhere. I could make it to the Olympics one day, they told me. And I was twelve, so I listened. (Not that I didn't think I could. Well, I didn't know what I was capable of then. But it's not like it matters anymore, anyway.)That's when I met Estella.
She was my partner. And before you start going on about how I must've fallen in love with her or something like that, you need to remember that I'm gay. And Estella's beautiful, she is -- but she's a she, and therefore not my type.
Anyway.
Estella and I hit it off really well. We became friends quickly -- I'm not really sure when we became best friends. It just kind of happened. And our coach loved it -- she said it gave us better chemistry when I skated. (I think she actually told me to pretend to be straight at some point.) We were good together -- damn good. We would've gotten far.
You see, we attended school at Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts together. When we weren't off at competitions, that is. And we were the best at the school, and so that was pretty great. Like I said before, Estella had all of the boys after her. But she only ever had eyes for one -- Roger Phillips. They dated, for three and a half years. They were one of those couples, you know? The sickeningly adorable ones who you just know are going to get married someday? Yeah, that was Roger and Estella. And they dated for three and a half years, and like with a lot of couples, that means that stuff happens.
And yes, by 'stuff' I mean sex.
Everything happened that one night. She came to my room crying. She said that she thought she was pregnant, and she didn't know who else she could go to. So we drove to the store, and she got a pregnancy test. She would try it there, she said, in the Target bathroom. I didn't argue. She probably just wanted her privacy, and with the kids at Aurelia Academy? Well, if they found a pregnancy test in a trash can I don't even want to think about what kind of rumors would fly. We should've just left though. Maybe everything would have been okay.
But she took the test, and I waited. It was negative -- she was so happy, so relieved. She didn't want to be a mother, she wasn't ready for that. I didn't blame her -- she was seventeen years old. Who could be ready for that at age seventeen?
And so we drove back to school. We started to, anyway. I'm told that we were hit by a drunk driver. It's not like I remember any of it, and maybe it's better that way. I don't really want to remember it.I just remember when they told me that I'd probably never be able to walk again. It wasn't fair. Isn't fair. How could I lose all of my independence? My ability to walk? Skate? Even if I couldn't skate anymore, maybe things would be better if I could at least walk. But I can't. I can't do anything on my own anymore. Hell, I can't even open doors.
The doctors said that I should be thankful that I have arm strength from skating because it'll make things easier for me.
I think they should be thankful that they can walk, because God knows it makes life easier for them.
It's not like I got the worst deal, though. Or maybe I did. No, I didn't. I shouldn't think that way, not anymore.Estella survived the crash, kind of. She's alive. She's living, she's breathing, she's walking. And that's all great. But there's brain damage -- probably permanent, they said -- and she doesn't remember anything. She doesn't remember me. Do you know what that's like, to see your best friend and they don't even recognize your face? They don't even know your name? Because I know what that's like. And let me tell you, it's the worst fucking feeling in the world, worse than the one that you get when they tell you that you can't walk anymore.
She asked me who I was.
She didn't even know me. She still doesn't. She never will again, not the way I know her anyway.
She's back at home, in Virginia. With her parents. She goes to some little private school over there, one known for their good counselors or something. I don't know. It's probably good for her. But I miss her.
I don't really want to talk about it, and I think that's enough 'opening up' for now.
- Nɪᴄʜᴏʟᴀs
♖ Healer
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Eliza Müller can.
"Can do what?" you ask. But you see, you're missing the point: she just can. In fact, Eliza has pretty much dedicated her life to proving what she is capable of. People generally don't expect a lot from her: she's a recent college grad with no real job and grad school isn't in the near future. She's just a girl who likes pretty clothes. She's so much more than that, and she's going to show the world.
Because yeah, she likes skater skirts and polka-dotted hair bows and makeup and top 40 pop music, but she was also the salutatorian at her high school and oh, what do you know? The school she went to was number one in the country for her major. She's smart, and she knows it. She's not a genius, certainly not. But she's far from being an idiot, so don't you dare treat her like one. See, she doesn't feel the need to be lifted and glorified above others; all she wants is the credit that she deserves.
She's going into a male-dominated field and she's comfortable in her femininity. She doesn't need to stop being a girly girl just because she's going to be a doctor. What's wrong with wearing heeled Steve Madden boots with a lab coat, or carrying her lab manuals in a Kate Spade purse? Her parents had always told her one thing: you can do whatever you want and be whatever you want to be, you just have to work damn hard. And she does. And if she can to look fabulous while working toward her degree, then you better believe she's going to. Appearances matter. She knows this, and she's going to use it to her advantage.
People seem to think that she has no problems, and they'd be wrong in assuming that. But Eliza's not going to be correcting them. It's not out of pride, it's not about refusing to appear weak. She has no problem with looking weak in the eyes of others (because she knows she's strong), or anything like that. No, it's because there are people with bigger problems than hers. Her job is (well, it's going to be) to cure, to help, to heal, to fix. It's not about her problems, it's about others'. Their needs come first. Maybe it's selflessness, or maybe it's the need to look good and heroic. Maybe it's both. Probably both. But hey, other people matter. And the more people she's on the good side of? The more people she has to go to when she needs something.
Eliza Müller (no middle name, thank you very much) has always known what she wanted to do with her life. Her father was a cardiologist and her mother a pediatrician: to become a doctor would be the obvious choice. Everything about becoming a doctor appealed to Eliza — from the gratification of helping people to to the hefty income; from the prestige in the title to the honor in the work.
So she worked hard for it — something that proved to not be easy at all. The first two years of high school, she slacked off. She was smart; she hardly had to try for good-enough grades. But then there was the realization that she needed to shape up for college, and she dedicated her junior and senior years to her future. Staying local, she began to study health science at Boston University. Her dream wasn't an uncommon one: Harvard medical school.
College proved difficult; it was hard to prove herself as a girl in a male-dominated field. But she's determined to prove that she can do the job just as well as any man, because she knows she can. Well... it's a work in progress.
What she never expected was for her father to have a brain tumor. He died within a few months; it was simply too late. And her mother spiraled into depression, her pediatric practice tanked. Eliza had to delay her MCAT, putting her dreams on hold. But doing nothing... she hated it. She had to do something. So when she was given an opportunity, she seized it.
♖ Assassin
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[ Name ] Sadie Jane Lindbergh
[ psuedonyms ] Well... there are a few.
☩ Sadie Jane (although only one person may call her that, and you're probably not him)
☩ Lindy / Lucky Lindy (aaand this is what you get for having the same last name as Charles Lindbergh)
☩ The Lone Eagle (also because of the last name; doubles as her code name during missions)
[ Age ] 18
[ date of birth ] July 31
[ place of birth ] Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A.
[ ethnicity ] White as a lily
[ Gender ] Female
[ sexual orientation ] Bisexual
[ relationship status ] It's complicated, okay?
[ Division ] Booth
[ grade ] 12
[ specialty ] Rifle, which is her best. However, her favorite is the compact bow, but she's not as competent and it's less practical so that's usually confined to the shooting range.
[ Appearance ]
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[ eye color ] Brown
[ hair color ] Light brown
[ height ] 5'5.5"
[ vocal attributes ] A strong Boston accent ("shouldn't you be at Hah-vahd, Lindy?")
[ distinguishing feature(s) ]
☩ (view spoiler)--on the side of her right foot. Because her last name is Lindbergh, and also because one of her most distinct memories of her dad was him singing that song to her. He sang to her a lot, she remembers. But he sang that song the most.
☩ She wears her father's college ring on a chain around her neck. She only takes it off when she has to. It's one of the last things she has of him, okay?
[ dressing style ] Despite what many might believe, Sadie cares a lot about what she wears. Of course, comfort is first. But I mean... she's the most comfortable when she knows she looks good (and Sadie doesn't exactly struggle with body image too much), and so... well. (view spoiler) Yeah, Sadie kind of loves it when she's allowed to change out of uniform.
[ Personality ] In a lot of ways, Sadie's kind of a walking, talking contradiction. She's down-to-earth and practical. She's generally pretty level-headed and most of the time her stress load isn't too much. She's a straight-A student and a dedicated worker. One of the best in her division. She's not a mean person. She doesn't believe in bullying. She's pretty lighthearted and has a sense of humor. And yeah, she laughs at her own jokes. Like 99% of the time. And if that was it? Sadie would be basically an angel. But she's not.And not just because she's being taught how to kill people.
No, Sadie's far from being a saint.Although she is a virgin, and if a certain someone would like to help her change that? Well... she's not going to complain.She might be down-to-earth but she's judgmental and hypocritical. She hates snobby Europeans, but she's a snobby American. She hates when people make fun of her accent, but she mocks them for their accents. She's a hypocrite, and she acknowledges this. Does she try to change it? Not really. (And this she justifies by saying that it's simply in human nature to be a hypocrite.) She might be level-headed, but she gets defensive. On a small level, of course; she wouldn't dare let emotions get in the way of something important. But she's not afraid of giving out a rude comeback. She doesn't have a problem with openly disliking people. She can be funny, but a lot of times it could be at the expense of others. And on the flip side, she takes certain things completely seriously, and those things? To her, joking is totally off-limits. And she's not afraid to tell you off for it. She's good at what she does, and she doesn't havea ton ofbody image issueswell sometimes, she wonders why she's attractive to most people but not the person that it matters most for, and yeah, she's arrogant. She kind of tries to not be, but really? It's a half-assed effort.
[ strengths ]
☩ Vision -- Sadie has 20/20 vision, and she's damn proud of that. No glasses or contacts for this girl! Which is good, because honestly? Those are such a hassle in this line of work.
☩ Precise -- Not just in shooting but in most aspects of her life, Sadie takes great care to be exact in everything she possibly can. Granted, if she miscalculates, she flips, but hey... she tries to avoid that.
☩ Confident -- Sadie's a very confident girl, and yeah, she's kind of really arrogant. But hey. She's good at what she does, and she looks good while doing it. So it's not without reason.
[ weaknesses ]
☩ Vain -- Oh yeah, Sadie's totally vain. It's a fact, and she's more than willing to admit it. She's a good-looking person, and gee, does she know it. So yeah. On dress-down days? You bet she's going to wear skirts that show off her legs, because she has some pretty damn nice legs.
☩ Defensive -- She gets defensive about personal stuff. Like, being an American while being surrounded by mostly Europeans. Her accent. And her relationship with Aiden Blackthorne. So yeah. She just doesn't like being open with people. Is that such a bad thing?
☩ Aiden James Blackthorne -- Yeah, they're partners. Badass partners in crime. The works. But seriously... he tests new seduction techniques on her. You can't expect that to have no effect. And okay, she'll admit. He's attractive. But not as attractive as her.
[ likes ]
☩ The United States of America (hell yeah!)
☩ Chocolate (who doesn't?)
☩ Skirts and dresses (you gotta flaunt what you got)
[ dislikes ]
☩ Tea (yeah, no, I don't trust the Yu kids)
☩ Snobby Europeans (fuck you, I'm from the land of the free!)
☩ Silence (it's deafening *laughs at own joke*)
[ History ] September 11, 2001. Known to some as the Day the World Stopped Turning. Known to others as simply 9/11. To Sadie? The day she lost her dad. He'd lived in New York for a few years; shortly after Sadie's birth her parents had divorced and custody had been given to her mother. But she visited her dad sometimes. And she doesn't remember him well, but her memories of her father are precious to her.
Her mother had remarried a year and a half after her divorce to a man named Roland Maguire. Sadie's never really had any problems with Roland. He's not her dad, and he doesn't try to be. But he's the closest thing that she has to a dad these days, and so there's that. She's pretty close with Roland -- closer than she is to her mom. She has three step siblings: Harry, who's fifteen; Molly, who's thirteen; and Lucy, who's eight. And yeah, she'd do anything in the world for her siblings. That's just how it is. There's plenty of love in the Maguire family (but yeah, no, Sadie's never going to change her last name, not evenwhenif she gets married someday; it means too much to her for that).
For Sadie's entire life, she's wanted to know one thing: Why? And it wasn't, Why do we exist? or Why did J. K. Rowling kill off so many characters? or Why did someone think the Shake Weight was a good idea?. No, it was, Why would someone do that? To innocent people?
Because you know what? Sadie Lindbergh isn't over her dad's death. She's never going to be fucking 'over it.' That's just a thing that's not going to happen. It's never going to be okay to her. And sure, make fun of her all you want for being patriotic. But her dad lost his life in the World Trade Center, okay? She has a shitload of reasons to be patriotic. Maybe because it's one of the only things that can make her feel a little better about the situation. And so she's going to cling to it like her life depends on it, because now? Now her dad's life isn't depending on anything, because he's dead.
And just because she's not over it doesn't mean that she's a weepy, emotional wreck. Obviously Sadie's learned to cope and hey, whether she likes it or not, life keeps going, the planet keeps on turning, and she's still alive. And most days she's fine. But there are some days, when she'll hear a Frank Sinatra song, or someone will mention 9/11, or something. And that terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach will come back and she just misses her dad so much. Because where's he going to be when she graduates? When he gets married? At the birth of his grandchildren? He's not going to be there. And as much as Sadie would love to believe that he's watching over her from above, it doesn't matter because he's not with her any more. And it's not fucking fair.
She decided early on that she wanted to protect people. Maybe do something with the government. Develop defense weapons, maybe become a police officer. Something. Something that she could do to serve her country. And that means working hard. And really, the truth? Sadie's a smart girl without trying. So when she puts in effort, she truly excels. And maybe that's one of the reasons she was recruited for the academy. But she tries to keep one thing in mind when she learns fifty different ways to kill a man: she's going to use this to help people.
In her freshman year she was assigned to a mission with Aiden Blackthorne. It really wasn't all that surprising; they were both toward the top of their divisions for their grade. And from there? Things went straight uphill, and now? They're partners. Best friends. Genderswapped Hawkeye and Black Widow. Some joke that they're the next Icken and Booth (but really? Sadie counts on them being better). But they're a team, and that's what's important to them.
[ Family ]
☩Father: Mark Lindbergh ⟼ 10/10
☩ Mother: Linda Maguire ⟼ 08/10
☩ Stepfather: Roland Maguire ⟼ 09/10
☩ Half-Brother: Harry Maguire (15) ⟼ 10/10
☩ Half-Sister: Molly Maguire (13) ⟼ 10/10
☩ Half-Sister: Lucy Maguire (8) ⟼ 10/10
[ Other Relationships ]
☩ Partner: Aiden Blackthorne ⟼ 11/10
[ Other ]
♖ Captain
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ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s) : vicky, vic, v, ‘soldat,’ &c.
sᴇx : female
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : pansexual
ᴀɢᴇ : seventeen
ʏᴇᴀʀ : seven
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs : witch
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs : magic that derives from supernatural or occult sources
ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ : reyna avila ramirez-arellano; president thomas jefferson
ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ : behati prinsloo
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : light brown
ɪʀɪs ᴘɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : hazel
ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs : sometimes wears glasses
ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɴᴇ : commanding, firm, sometimes apathetic; as if she is always trying to assert her authority
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : to the core, Victoria is a Bellator. This nature — her selflessness, her loyalty, her sense of duty — has only been cultivated since she started attending school. She’s always been a dedicated student; her future is important to her — largely because she knows that people depend on her. And that’s the thing, you see: Victoria loves to be depended upon. Call it one of her flaws; she won't care. She knows that she’s smart, and she knows that she’s talented, and she knows that she’s capable of leading her housemates to success. They just have to believe in themselves as much as she does, and they just have to put the effort into being a team.
Teams — just the idea of teams alone — mean a lot to Victoria. To her, a team is family, it’s togetherness, it’s the comfort in knowing that you are never alone. And she values that deeply. Because she can’t do everything on her own — no one can. And when you’re surrounded with people you care about, people who understand your values in life? That’s what Victoria considers family.
And Victoria does consider her fellow Bellator students to be her family. She cares deeply for all of them — if they ever have a problem, Victoria’s dying for them to come to her for advice or help, both because she wants them to know she’s there for them, and because she likes giving help. She likes being needed, wanted by people.
And although she’s a good leader, she’s not without flaws. She doubts herself — a lot, actually. What if she’s doing the wrong thing? What if she’s leading the Bellator house to complete failure? These are the things that Victoria thinks about every day. Because no matter how stable, how reliable, how talented she is — there is going to be a day where she’s not going to be able to help everyone to safety; there’s going to be a day when she won’t know what to do, and there’s going to be a day when she won’t be able to intercede. And really, Victoria doesn’t know how to deal with that.ʟɪᴋᴇs : responsibility, selflessness, freshly baked bread, board games, dogs, learning, team bonding, words of affirmation, cupcakes.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs : carelessness, inconveniences, gloomy days, having her authority challenged, irresponsible people, superficiality.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs : emotionally stable, reliable, responsible, nurturing, considerate, selfless, leadership, natural talent for wandless magic.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs : insecure, martyr complex, stubborn, straitlaced, narrow-minded, sometimes overly cautious, no man left behind.
ʜᴀᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀ : duty before everything.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : there isn’t much to be said about Victoria and her past. She was born to a wizard and a witch — Christopher and Liesl Robinson. She had a perfectly normal childhood (or, at least, as normal as one could be for a magical being). She was always smart, always excelled — and her parents always encouraged her. Her mother always called her mein soldat, her little soldier.
This proved to be true when, upon starting her schooling at school, Victoria was placed into Bellator house. For Victoria, it was an instant fit; it was just natural to be around people like herself. It wasn’t a struggle for Victoria to learn; she always hungered for more knowledge, more ways to apply what she had learned to her own life. In her fourth year — the transition to wandless magic — she proved to have a natural talent for it. (This is something she attributes to her mother, who taught her how to do chores around the house using magic when she was young.) And she worked hard, because that’s what Victoria Robinson does — she works hard. And it paid off when her housemates voted her their house captain at the end of her sixth year.ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
♖ Princess
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full name : ella helene tremaine
also known as : cinderella
age : twenty-three
gender : female
based on : cinderella (cinderella 1950); inspiration also taken from rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella on broadway
portrayed by : laura osnes
personality : Ella is a genuinely kind person. Her joy comes from helping people — it pays off, and is incredibly rewarding. Over the years, she's come to learn that things don't come easily in life, and sometimes you're never going to be the one with everything — but she's also learned that she can still be thankful for what she has. No, life hasn't been great for her. But it is her life, and there's nothing that she can do about it. She can either choose to sulk, or she can move past it and hope for a better future. Besides, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all, right?
history : All the memories that Ella has of her mother are faded. She was only five when her mother died, but of a few things she is certain: she is the spitting image of her, and she made the best chocolate-chip cookies, and she had a certain gentleness in everything that she did that simply could not be replicated. But even without her mother -- even though she's always wondered how her life could be different had her mother not been diagnosed with cancer -- Ella had a lovely childhood with her father. It wasn't until she was eleven that her father remarried, and... that's where things started going downhill. She knew that her father only wanted the best to her. And because he could be deployed at any time, he couldn't just leave her with no one to take care of her. So he married _______, and at first, things weren't so bad. Ella was never close with her stepmother or stepsisters, but didn't have any major problems. But then her father was killed in action, and everything changed. Her new family became cruel. And since then, Ella has suffered their abuse.
relationships :
.Monsieur Tremaine (father)
.Madame Tremaine (mother)
. Lady Tremaine (stepmother)
. Anastasia Tremaine (stepsister)
. Drizella Tremaine (stepsister)
♖ Goddess
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬• • • [ Jᴀᴄǫᴜᴇʟɪɴᴇ Vɪʟʜᴇʟᴍɪɴᴀ Hᴇʀᴀʟᴅsᴇɴ | H E R A ] • • •do not call me jack, jackie, or jacks. my name is j a c q u e l i n e.
P E R S O N A L I T Y | ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ‘‘ Make no mistake: Jacqueline is an ambitious woman. For her whole life, she's been under the radar, and she hates it. She wants to be the best. She wants to make it far. She wants to shine. And she's going to work until she does.
Jacqueline has a remarkable work ethic — once she sets her mind to something, she's committed. In life, commitment is one of the most important things to Jacqueline. She's seen what happens when people aren't committed, and the results are destructive.
And Jacqueline hates destruction. Because structure, building, connection — that's what gets you places in life. And Jacqueline is willing to cling tight to toxic relationships if it will help her advance to her Big Goal.
What exactly is Jacqueline's Big Goal, you ask? To earn her doctorate. She wants to dedicate her life to history — the foundation of the world, the civilizations that gave birth to the modern ones, the greats and the terribles, the rise and fall of empires. Jacqueline Heraldsen is someone who wants to be great — and what better way is there to learn how than from the greats of the past?
Jacqueline may be set in her ways and stubborn as hell, but she would go to great lengths to help a loved one. She's always cared very deeply, and in many ways, she's a sensitive person. The neglect and emotional abuse from her family has hurt her more than she's willing to admit. She's ambitious because she fears inadequacy so much that she will go to extremes to ensure that she'll meet expectations. She can't bear to disappoint people. While she's independent, she's always needed the affirmation of others. Others who she is loyal to. Because no matter how many times she's hurt, no matter how much she knows it's wrong, she still remains loyal. She knows it, too. She knows that her loyalty to her family and her loved ones is her weakness. And so she tries to hide it. She doesn't want to be Jacqueline Heraldsen, Pathetic Human; she wants to be Jacqueline Heraldsen, Successful Individual. And so she'll keep on putting up that overconfident, self-assured mask.
After all, they say to fake it until you make it.
H I S T O R Y | ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴀʀᴇ‘‘ Having five brothers is difficult; but living with five perfect, brilliant, wonderful, older brothers is impossible. For her entire life, Jacqueline's parents have always adored her brothers, leaving her in the dust. It didn't, of course, help that her mother was absent for most of the life. Estelle always left for her native France due to her “homesickness,” returning only in the winters when hearts were the coldest and Jacqueline's spirit at its lowest.
It should be made known that Heraldsen women have never gotten anywhere. It isn't for lack of intelligence, or ambition, or capability; rather, it is that the Heraldsen men have always dragged them down. For her whole life, Jacqueline has been told that she can't do this, she can't do that, she can't succeed in life: all because she is a girl.
A house is not a home, and the Heraldsen household is certainly not a home. When Jacqueline wasn't being ignored, she was always doing something wrong. Her grades were too low, or she wasn't working hard enough, or she was working too hard. Life becomes downright exhausting when you can't ever do something right.
It never helped that her family (if they could even be considered that) was inescapable. Even at school, Jacqueline was tormented her brothers. Cristophe — the youngest of the five brothers, only a year older than Jacqueline — was the only one who let her be. After all, it wasn't like Jacqueline had a ton of friends anyway. Although she wasn't friendless or anything of the like, it always seemed that she was more committed to her relationships than the other party involved.
Really, though, it wasn't Cristophe — the least terrible brother — who left a large impact on Jacqueline; it was his old best friend, [Zeus]. He could be annoying — positively insufferable at times. But he wasn't mean; no, he was never cruel. And that counts for a lot in Jacqueline's eyes, because anyone could be like her brothers and father. Anyone had the potential. But some choose to not be like that, and that's something that Jacqueline respects.
It took Jacqueline a long time — as in, not until her freshman year of college — to truly acknowledge the fact that her family had been emotionally abusing her for her whole life. And even then, they're her only chance at a future — she's twenty; she can't afford anything on her own. And despite everything — despite holding strong resentment — she still cares deeply about them, and isn't anywhere near being ready to give them up, no matter how much she knows she should.
R E L A T I O N S | ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪsᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ— dick; father
— estelle; mother
— reginald; brother, m. rachael
— frederick; brother, m. elisabeth
— antoine; brother, m. rosemary
— eliott; brother, m. francine
— cristophe; brother
— [zeus]; crush
A B I L I T I E S | sʜᴇ's sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ— atmosphere manipulation; zeus' feminine counterpart, her powers are complementary to his. primarily used to protect those in her favor and as a form of vengeance, as well as self-defense.
— persuasion; primarily used to form alliances. in the myths, hera often enlisted the help of others to achieve her goal, knowing that her power alone was not enough.
C R E D I T | ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴀᴍ— template; aubree
— collage; moldiv
— lyrics; rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella (“in my own little corner”), if/then's idina menzel and james snyder (“here i go”), the fray (“over my head”), the script (“superheroes”), taylor swift (“the best day”)
— inspiration; jennaybaby, fiend, paro, chrys
♖ Heiress
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Twenty-six. Female. Heterosexual. Plantation owner and heir
to the Livingston and Calhoun fortunes. Has run the plantation
since her parents' death. Engaged to Jenna's character.
[♦] Personality ▸
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬‘‘ Caroline — ‘please, just call me Cara’ — Livingston has not had the luxury of a normal life. Coming from two old lines of money — Livingston and Calhoun — Cara has never been in want. She gets what she wants; that’s simply how it’s always been. What she wants is given to her, and if it isn’t, then she’ll take it.
It’s not that Cara is a complete brat — she isn’t. She’s a very determined woman, and has a strong work ethic. After all, she is the one running Calhoun Plantation. Some might call Cara a visionary — she develops an image of what she wants in her head, and will work relentlessly until she gets it.
Cara has a large capacity for emotion — which hurts her more than helps her. Everything she does, she does with passion. She is a “all or nothing” sort of person. Every emotion she feels — elation, fury, sadness — is felt on a scale that almost incapacitates Cara. It's a consuming, exhausting thing which has taken a toll on her mental and physical health.
Cara’s intense emotions have only worsened since her parents’ murder. She loved them. She was’t supposed to have to live without them. Loss is not something that she copes with well, and now she is consumed by the fear of losing people — most of all, her fiancé, Jenna’s character. It has become more than fear — it’s rage, envy, possessiveness; and it’s tearing her relationships apart.
[♠] Attributes ▸
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Strengths
▸ Cara has always been a very graceful person. She carries herself with poise and dignity, and always dresses to impress. In a way, she’s almost regal — which isn’t surprising, considering that she’s practically American royalty. Unless she’s having one of her episodes, Cara can mask almost anything with her cool, elegant façade.
▸ She is a woman of action. When she dedicates herself to something, she won’t rest until it happens. She has an excellent work ethic and a strong drive. Really, she can appear to be a bit of a perfectionist — but in reality, all she wants is to appear perfect. Either way, Cara Livingston gets her way — she refuses to accept otherwise.
▸ Money. Whether you would like to admit it or not, money is power in this world. Money is power, and Cara has a ton of it. After all, her father came from old money — two of the wealthiest families in the South. Her mother’s family wasn’t lacking at all, either. To put it simply, she’s a trust fund baby. Money has never been the motivator in her work.
Weaknesses
▸ Cara is emotionally unstable. Her mood swings hit her hard, and it has a detrimental effect on those around her. When she’s angry, it’s all-consuming and she won’t calm down. When she’s sad, it drives her to a point where she can’t function normally. Her emotions are ruining her, slowly and steadily.
▸ Since her parents’ death, the fear of losing people has dominated Cara’s life. It’s all-consuming. She was always dependent on her parents — financially, emotionally, in every way. And she can’t deal with the grief well. The terror of loving her fiancé — her love — also is a fear that hinders her from functioning properly.
▸ It’s simple, really: Cara is stubborn as hell. She isn’t easily swayed, and although this can occasionally be a good thing when she’s standing her ground, it often is a bad thing as it can lead her to make illogical, rash, or just downright bad decisions. So once you make a first impression with her... it's going to stick.
Likes
▸ Her fiancé.
▸ Roses.
▸ Fashion.
▸ Gourmet food.
▸ Horseback riding.
Dislikes
▸ Secrets.
▸ Infidelity.
▸ Losing people.
▸ Certain staff.
▸ Apathy.
[♥] History ▸
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬‘‘ Cara’s parents wanted for her to have a normal life. This was already difficult as someone born into a Southern old money family living on a plantation; and it was made worse because she was a Livingston — a Calhoun.
Strange things have happened all her life, but she never thought much of it. After all, these odd occurrences happened at the plantation — Cara spent most of her time at whatever boarding school that her parents decided to send her to for that time being. Because she was at a distance, it was natural that she never thought too much about it.
Wanting a change of scenery, Cara attended college in New York. It was a refreshing change from the rural, old-fashioned Virginia that she came from. However, she couldn’t help but miss the plantation — she belonged at the plantation.
When her parents died, Cara was beyond devastated — they were her lifeline. But with her MBA under her belt, she returned home to Calhoun Plantation. Upon her arrival at her home, she began a downward spiral — she had never had to grieve for anyone before, and had no idea how to. She had been so dependent on her parents, had loved them so much, and she didn’t know how to live without them.
Cara’s saving grace was her fiancé, Jenna’s character. Having come to stay with her at the plantation, leaving behind his home in New York, he became her new lifeline. Cara is a dependent person; she needs someone to rely on, and Jenna’s character became that for her. Since then, her mourning for her parents has leveled to a normal amount; however, this did not come without cost. She and Jenna’s character have hit a few bumps in the road... but Cara is certain that they’ll work past it, because they have to.
[♣] Family ▸
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▸ Adriene Calhoun Livingston — grandmother.
▸ _______ Livingston — grandfather.
▸ _______ Livingston — mother.
▸ _______ Livingston — father.
▸ _______ _______ — fiancé.
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I'll have to do it when I get home... I'm on my iPad.
Yeah... I'll PM it to you when I get home, and then you'll have to tweak some to make the lyrics fit the gifs.
Could I please use the Goddess template, Bree- if you wouldn't mind, that is
