don't f*** with king's cross (an advanced rp) discussion

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klaus lawrence wembley
is twenty-one years old, a member of the king's cross and
notorious for stirring up mayhem and madness.

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❝ Klaus could be good. If he chooses to, that is. But almost every time, he always chose the opposite.

Some believe his penchant for choosing wrong must be the result of no discipline in his home and a lack of attention growing up. But, that wasn't necessarily true.

The second born of the Wembley family, he was a treasured member of their family of four. And when his younger brother was born as well as the rest of his younger siblings, Klaus still remained the coveted child, doused with attention and affection from the moment he opened his eyes after birth to even after he'd accidentally burned his uncle's shoe store down. He was doted on and the excuses were always plentiful - especially by his mother. She couldn't see wrong in him despite what everyone said about him, even his own brothers.

Fostered and nurtured into this spoilt creature, Klaus began to believe the world was in his hands. He was capable of anything, could do absolutely anything and everything that he wanted. These beliefs weren't rejected either nor were they ever corrected. So, he continued sauntering through the streets of the Burrows like he owned them, like he was the Savior himself walking on water.

By no means was he malevolent at first - there wasn't reason for him to be angry. He struggled with a temper, of course, but that was the result of being raised by several other dominant male figures who used fists and guns to settle any argument rather than words and reason.

But, even then, he kept most tantrums at bay and physical fights didn't always turn detrimental. However, it all changed after the Great War.

Bones grew brittle with anger, fused within him so deep that he projected every strong emotion that settled within him on some other source - especially with his own fists. Klaus could never explain how he was feeling, why the frustration and stress stemming through him was so overwhelming all the time.

So, instead, he ignores it, continues to live his life in a way that he completely controls it. And if anyone tells him to do it any differently, well, there'll be hell to pay for it.

At the end of the day, Klaus is still a Wembley Boy, an esteemed favorite of the King's Cross and - you really don't want to fuck with the King's Cross. ❞ (hide spoiler)]

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Elouisa Anne Winchester | female | british
princess
↳ 20
↳ ”lou”, “louisa”, “bitsy”

louisa has a heart of gold, a delicate thing with nothing but an imagination. the king’s second child and only daughter, lou is beloved by all of britain. her entire childhood she spent in dominic’s shadow, but she hadn’t minded- her parents were keen to prepare dominic for the crown and seemed to have forgotten her, shipping her off to a posh boarding school half the year and etiquette lessons for the summer. she absolutely adored dom, having clung to his sleeve as children, frightened of the world beyond the palace walls. he had always been her protector. when he volunteered for the war, louisa had been devastated to pieces, refusing to write letters to him at the camps in stubborn anger. to this date, it has been her biggest regret. months and months she waited for his return while london settled into a dreary gray fog, and even after the war, nothing was the same. by the end of the four year war, louisa would hardly recognize him.

now a proper lady, as her parents intended her to be, she takes tea with the ladies, wears a pantyhose, smells of vanilla and grapefruit, and dances with young noblemen at the balls. young at heart, lou still is hopelessly curious, finding herself in places she ought not to be, snooping about the palace or eavesdropping on the ladies in the tearoom. she yearns for a life of thrill and excitement, but dreams only of it at night. there is so much more for her to see, and not even the king himself can keep her.

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24joe collier
N O A H   D A W S O N
( ♔ ) the bodyguard

noah is the perfect choice for a bodyguard.but like everyone else, noah has bad traits.
not only is he a great shot and even betterhe can be overly analytical and critical, not
at hand-to-hand confident, he also has theto mention judgmental. he can hardly help
personality to boot. he's intelligent and lo-it at this point. he is always trying to figure
gical with a strong sense of intuition. noahpeople out, and it's no wonder that he has
is also well-mannered and patient, and candeveloped trust issues thanks to his job. it
even come off as quiet. It's mainly becauseisn't easy to trust people after you've seen
of his job and how he observes everythingthe worst in them. but he's still hopeful, e-
before jumping to talking or action. peoplepecially for his new job with the royals. it's
close to him will know that he isn't alwaysbeen a long time coming after all the train-
like that, especially not after some alcohol.ing, and he can't wait to finally get started.

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[ family ] mother, two younger sisters

[ relationship status ] single

[ board ] the bodyguard

[ playlist ] adore you

(hide spoiler)]── i'd walk through fire for you.

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amazing!! love him <3

                      
                          DOMINIC                             VALENTIN                          WINCHESTER
              ❝ might be a sinner, might be a saint but this holy ground burns my feet and this               sour wine tastes bittersweet. dulce et decorum est pro patri mori. it is sweet and               fitting to die for one's country. yet i breathe when others cannot. ❞
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                                                                                                                                     crown prince

Dominic hated the throne. Or perhaps, he just hated the man that sat on it. He hated how he never had a choice to take control of his own life. He hated how the responsibility was put on him since he first opened his eyes. He was to be the perfect prince, the perfect heir, the perfect brother, the perfect son. And the funny thing is he was. He excelled at every aspect of his life, possessing a predisposition for greatness, a mind that was told to rival that of the famed Greek philosophers of old and a charm that woed the masses. Dominic, in every way was a king in the making - a king that had the potential to make history, a testament to the principles and noble values the House of Winchester prided themselves on. Things came far too easily for him both because of his status in society and his natural talent.

But where there is light, there is always darkness.

Just like everything else, lying was another thing he was far too good at. After the war, Dominic began chasing a life of scandal, using that pristine immaculate reputation as a cover for his more scandalous lifestyle, that definitely could taint his public image. Being the crown prince was more of a role in a play. He put on a pretty smile and fooled others into believing that he was every bit of a saint when he was anything but. He was tired of the security that being a royal gave him and he was tired of having to carry the weight of England’s future on his shoulders. And most of all, he hated playing into his father’s desires. Of course, he wanted the throne. There was no question that he loved England. But he wanted it in his terms where he didn’t have to restrain his own desires and wants in order to get it. Maybe his way of thinking was selfish. It was entirely possible.

But at the end of the day, he didn’t care. He just wanted to have as much fun as possible before God Save the King was directed towards him.

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love him!!! i'm ready to fight 😈😈

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brb screaming because he is perfect

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awh i love her!!

 tell me please

                                                                                                are you going to betray me too?

nineteen, EVELYN GATZ ──────────────────────

With profuse and heavy locks that swathe creamy angelic skin, rich eccentric eyes and long lashes that cup the eyelids, by no means is Evelyn Gatz lacking the beauty of the twentieth century. Perhaps in another life- one without the backlash of the Great War- she could have been something significant.
Something memorable.

But alas, not all pretty girls can be great.

Brought up in the folds of poverty, the war was most unforgiving to families like hers.
Mother? Bed-ridden. Father? A farmer of little consequence. And an elder brother who went off to war and never came back (even though he promised he would).
The pain of the war is easy enough to submerge when the prospect of a fresh future post-warfare consumes oneself into exaggerate buoyancy. She mayn't have been actively involved-not even slightly besides what was needed of her as a youthful citizen- but her memories were grotesque nonetheless. War has a reputation for changing even the best of people, and Evelyn knows this well enough.

Yet she doesn't speak about it.

However, she can ramble about anything else; easily shifting from topic to topic with sensual grace it should be a talent. Known for her sensitivity and impulsive nature among friends, Evelyn is a fairly simple individual who is just trying to find her own place in the world after being left in the shadow of her brother's disloyalty.

But things were turning over for the best.
After all, being newly appointed as a maid in the castle had to have its perks.

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omg amazing jammy jam!! <3

L A U R E N C E W E M B L E Y

「the revolutionary」

From the grimy, crime ridden streets of King’s Cross to the battered, war-torn borough of South London, the name Laurence Wembley — as was the case of any Wembley — was not lost on anyone. And it certainly wasn’t one that you threw around without looking over your shoulder first. It was a reputation slowly built. A reputation that kept the Wembleys running the streets instead of sleeping on them. The world that Laurence grew up in was as unforgiving as he would soon come to be. He’d been born a visionary in a place where he soon discovered that a good and honest life didn’t make you starve any less or bleed any slower. Success then became less out of reach and more of a simple, tangible concept: If you wanted something bad enough, you took it. And Laurence, dreamer that he was, wanted it all.

He was only twenty-three with the keen wit of someone twice his age and experience. A cunning, unpredictable man who’s relentless ambition had a way of getting the best of him. Laurence knew better than anyone what it was like to barely have a roof over your head, to spend night after night scavenging for food to feed his little brothers — even if it meant he went to bed hungry. His family was everything to him. And unfortunately, far too many men made the mistake of underestimating just how far Laurence was willing to go to protect them.

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omg i love him so excited to write with him <3

tysmmm<3! sooo ready for klaus to give him hell 😤

AIRI HIRABAYASHIest. 1995

❝if you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle
to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself❞
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❝AIRI once knew how to love, how could she not? she knew love from
her mother, as many do. she knew love from her father, caring for him
more deeply than she did for herself. so how is it that the people she held
most dearly, betray her? airi does not know love from her husband, nor
has she ever.
love is a fickle word, four letters can save or end someones life, l o v e.
but how can one know love, know how to love, have the courage to love,
when love has never been shown to them?
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❝AIRI once knew of a time before the japanese empire ruled her home,
a time when she would care for her sickened mother and her worn out
father. a time when helping her father selling jewelry was enough. a
time when she could dance, play piano, and be a child amidst a
country at war. but when the japanese took control of her homeland,
it was over. her father was put into manual labor to support the great
empire of japan, her mother dying of heartbreak at the thought of her
husband working himself into the grave, and airi? airi was sold by
her father for no more than a few days off and some extra meals. airi
no more than a teen was engaged to a japanese man she never met, and
forced to take her mother-in-law's name. airi was no longer the care free
korean girl she was raised to be, but now no more than an obedient dog
coming to the name their owner gave them.
airi has found one perk of being their dog, at least she can follow them
wherever they may go. her husband, a businessman of great renown was
recently invited to london to participate in one of his most recent hobbies,
and while airi could care less about the grimy streets of britain where
smog riddled the sky, at least she has more than enough money to spend,
and days to waste.

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awhh airi looks amazing!! <3