𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹
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❝ 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓉𝑒 ❞
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𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵/𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮:
𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼:
𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 / 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬:
𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 / 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮:
𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼:
𝓐𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼:
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼:
𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶:
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Remember to include positive & negative traits. That's the fun of it!
B I O G R A P H Y
Feel free to use notes OR paragraphs. I know we all have different ways of approaching bios & I want y'all to enjoy the character making process.
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D I S C O G R A P H Y
𝓐𝓬𝓽 / 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 | 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮
𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 — XX
𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 —
𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼 —
𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 —
𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀 | 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝒸𝓉. 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝑒? 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁? 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈? 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉? 𝑒𝓉𝒸. 𝑒𝓉𝒸. 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝑒!
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・・・ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ・・・
❝ 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒. ❞
𝙱 𝙰 𝚂 𝙸 𝙲 𝚂
— 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞・Roman Emmanuel Mars
— 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬・Preferably not, though there might be one awaiting his future
— 𝐀𝐠𝐞・Twenty { But he's almost drinking all that scotch legally. Almost! }
— 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲・January 28th, 2000 at 6:10 am
— 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞・Providence, Rhode Island
— 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞・Downtown Caligo Bay in a luxurious penthouse suite
— 𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜・☼ Aquarius ☽ Scorpio ↑ Capricorn
— 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦・Juan Bayani Geck
𝙿 𝙴 𝚁 𝚂 𝙾 𝙽 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈
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𝙱 𝙸 𝙾 𝙶 𝚁 𝙰 𝙿 𝙷 𝚈
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. Eloy, Arizona. Frequently ranked one of the worst cities in Arizona to reside, Gwen was doomed before she even entered this terrible world. Her father was a useless drunk that disappeared before her seventeen-year-old mother could even tell him that she was pregnant. Amy had little options for survival. In a place where the largest employer is a corrections facility and the crime rates are some of the highest in America, all the honest ways of making a living end up suffocating. Good intentions just don't pay the bill. Honestly, she wanted to get an abortion and just be done with it. She didn't need this. But the protestant congregation and that dirty high school were their own little microcosms. It didn't take long for word to get back to her religiously-devout family. Once they knew she was expecting, they never let Amy out of their site. She would give birth to that baby if it was the last thing she did.
How terrible is that: make her sacrifice everything, give up her whole life, even if it killed her? Sure, Amy didn't die on the day that Gwen was born, but a piece of her soul did. She didn't have a motherly instinct. Nothing took over. But she did get kicked out of her family's place with the same infant that they once claimed would be the most precious thing. Funny how all that talk about helping, loving, and nurturing doesn't matter after the baby is born. Then it's just another useless strain on the broken system.
Amy felt guilty for never loving Gwen. She wanted to...but it never came. Not when she said her first words. Not when she took her first steps. Never. Gwen was never anything more than a burden on her already-broken bank, another mouth to feed, a waste of her time and energy. So she buried herself away in the drugs and the alcohol. What was the harm, if she was already numb? So into the rabbit hole went the little money they did have.
Gwen struggled to eat outside of her provided school lunch and barely scraped enough for anything else. Eloy is one of the poorest places in Arizona; her story was far from unusual. Teachers never batted an eye twice when she wore the same ratty clothes or just didn’t have a pencil anymore. That was more than half their class. Amy went in and out of underpaid work. There were strings of boyfriends to keep up the rent of the trailer. A few more in and out to get a notebook for school. Too many mix-ups with ex-cons and dirty parole officers.
Only one ever hit Gwen. It happened when she was fifteen, maybe a breath away from being pretty under that dirty grimace and unwashed shirt. He told her as much. Gwen told him to go fuck himself. He didn't take kindly to her rejection. As Amy heard the crack against her daughter's cheek, she ran into the trailer in a drunken stupor and nearly killed him for it. In the haze of inebriation, she vaguely wondered if that was what it meant to love someone, if she really did care for her daughter somehow. But it was too late for her. She had fallen off the edge years ago.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶. Phoenix, Arizona. Gwen didn't want it to be too late for her. She didn't look back when she took off in the middle of the night. Amy had never wanted her, so what would the harm be? She conned her way onto a bus to the capital and found a place among the homeless. But it was all too close to the world she was afraid of: losing herself in needles and hits just like her mother. A location restaurant owner, who had had his own bout of wandering the streets as a lost teen, made a point of trying to hire some kids as busboys and dishwashers in hopes of saving them from that life. Of course she accepted the offer when it came to her. It was her only chance to make an honest living. Gwen figured, at worst, she would fuck up and end up back home with her mom. At best, she could save up for her GED and at least scrape by in a bigger city without asshole drug addicts coming around her place.
She certainly didn't give a fuck about falling in love. She was so young; she never saw it coming. But one night she went out with her friends just for fun to some seedy little place that didn't even bother to check IDs. It was the same night Gideon Dais was in town, running a little errand for his boss. No, not the type that sits behind a desk.
Boom, boom.
In and out.
He didn't have to think twice about murder. But he did think twice about her. So, fuck it, might as well say hey, right? Not like anything would come from it, right? He was twenty, four years her senior, and Gwen was immediately enamored. There was an unspeakable connection for them both. Suddenly he was inviting her back to Chicago. Suddenly she was saying yes. It was supposed to be her ticket out of a boring, useless, impoverished life. And sure, it was. But after she joined him, any chance to be normal disappeared forever.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬. Chicago, Illinois. By the time the flight landed at O'Hare, they had her story all figured out. Lydia Jones, they called her. They spun some back story just in case, but it's the mob: no one cares where you come from. They only care what you're capable of. Gwen and Gideon felt like they had so much in common: underestimated, unloved, and alone. At least they had each other. Never mind how she was too young to understand the way he manipulated and toyed with her. Never mind that she had to grow up way too fast. It was the closest thing to a loving home that Gwen had ever experienced.
Gideon played dirty, and he rose up the ranks faster than anyone his age should have been able to. It helped that his deceased father was one of the most notorious leaders they had ever had, but Gideon wanted to make it clear that this was no case of nepotism. Sure, he had daddy's money to cushion his life and surround himself with pretty things, but he was hell-bent on earning his own reputation and his own income. He taught Gwen everything he knew on how to be a top hitman, and she was always getting hired to clean up somebody else's dirty work. No one ever had to know that she was barely legal at that point. They didn't ask questions so long as the work was completed, and by god, it always was.
She lived those two years always on the edge. Of getting caught. Of getting killed. She lived for every heart-racing, gut-wrenching thrill of lavish parties, exclusive events, and elaborate assassinations. But she was no cold-blooded murderer. The guilt started to eat away at her, especially when Gideon began to dip into his own product. Gwen draws the line at drugs. She can't end up like her mother.
Gideon and Gwen didn't fight like a normal couple. They threw knives instead of words and planted booby traps for the other to get entangled in. The whole neighborhood could hear them scream at each other. And because it was the only kind of love Gwen had ever known, she thought this was how it was supposed to be. Finally, she had had enough. She begged for him to leave everything behind. She blamed the mob and that dark, seedy world for their problems. If they just went away together, everything would be perfect again. Gideon had already been thinking of expanding one of his ventures; what Gwen didn't know didn't have to hurt her. So they took off to the UK with the guise of leaving that all behind. She had no idea that Gideon was too lost in that life to ever get away.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹. London, England. No one could exactly call what they did honest. They wasn't in their vocabulary. Instead of spilling blood on the floor, the deadly duo practiced the art of forgery. Mostly art, but they dabbled in all things that could make a pretty penny. Gwen struggled with the minute details of it all, but Gideon pushed her. After all, he had to keep her occupied so she wouldn't notice everything go on right underneath her nose.
He was trading in government secrets and massive arms deals; it was the best way to make it into the big leagues. But his pretty little girlfriend could only be tricked for so long. Gwen isn't educated, but she is far from dumb. So when she found out a little bit too much, it wasn't Gideon that discovered her digging. It was his partner. And he didn't take too kindly to having himself exposed. He stormed into Gideon's office and, after a violent altercation where they both barely survived, he demanded that Gideon would kill the girl or make an enemy of him and all of his people forever. It was not the international deal he was hoping to find. Nor one he was really able to defend himself against.
But Gwen.
Sometimes she was still sixteen to him, still lost in that bar. Still the most precious thing he had ever seen.
A shame, really.
He told her he would give her a head start of three days.
After that, he could make no promises.
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬. Cairo, Egypt. Ending up there was an accident. Gwen wiggled herself in and out of five countries to try and throw Gideon off her trail. She wanted to get all the way to New Zealand, but she got stuck in Istanbul, Turkey. Instead of hiding in the bustling streets and laying low, Gwen tumbled headfirst into a Pathway. She still isn't sure how. When the Agency found her on a terrified rampage in 1856 Hong Kong, she had already seen and done too much. They had no way of covering up the truth...but they also didn’t have to tell her everything. When they promised (see also: threatened) Gwen with a little office job working for them, she was actually ecstatic. A secret organization? What a better way to hide than to have all their resources and networks at her disposal? She lasted two weeks at Headquarters before she caused more trouble than anyone wanted to deal with. Gwen wasn’t the type to who liked to sit around and push paper. Reluctantly, she got assigned to a team of field agents.
She was lucky, discovering the Agency. They don't always want to return the sentiment, but Gwen knows they need her too. Alongside members Margot and Remi, Gwen has spent the last three years exploring the time continuum and trying to correct whatever disasters have spun the universe out of control. She was just starting to feel comfortable and truly happy, like her life finally had a purpose, when Remi disappeared on a mission. A new girl, Isabeau, was assigned to take her place, but then she, too, faced a crushing accident that placed her in a coma. Gwen feels like everything is spiraling out of her control again. She has always called herself the unofficial monster-slayer as a joke, but she will never forget: humans are the real monsters.
It doesn’t help that she just received a letter, in all-too-familiar handwriting.
“There’s no point in running. I know everything.”
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