{ PRIVATE } Raegen's To Do List
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โฆ Goes by June; born in July
โฆ Never got his high school degree; doesn't care
โฆ The outfit in this set would be considered boring / tame for him
โฆ Always contemplating hair changes and occasionally follows through on them
โฆ His bff is gonna be played by this model bc I'm obsessed with her look: https://urstyle.fashion/collections/165425
โฆ Kind of ostracized by his family but wishes they loved him more : ( : (
โฆ Is 10000% supported by them financially though, so better than nothing
โฆ When asked if he felt like a social pariah, he replied, "Hmm, no, I only own a goldfish."
โฆ He does really love that goldfish though. Her name is Jack-o-Lantern
โฆ Haven't decided if all of his siblings will be J names { ๐ฝ๐๐๐ / ๐ฝ๐ข๐๐๐ข๐ / ๐ฝ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ฆ / ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ / ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐โ๐๐๐ / ๐ฝ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ } or plant names { ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ / ๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ / ๐ต๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ / ๐ฟ๐๐ข๐๐๐ / ๐ฝ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ }
โฆ God I bet he has a really terrible podcast with someone
โฆ Only owns a flip phone!!!!! No social media for this little egg!!! { ๐๐ธ๐! }
โฆ Don't worry he has an iPod Nano too - in orange
โฆ Soft little nugget that is very easily taken advantage of
โฆ Often drives people nuts bc of how out of touch he is, even those with the best intentions
โฆ Shallow and thinks he's hot shit tbh
โฆ But loves unconditionally even when he shouldn't : (
โฆ Makes friends easily; just doesn't keep them
โฆ Probably pansexual
โฆ Earrings are his favorite accessory, though almost always has his nails painted too -
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โ ๐๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด. ๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด. โ
๐ฉ๐จ๐บ๐ฐ๐ช๐บ
๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐: Alarico Rodas Trinidad
๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐: Rico and Ric are tolerable. Alarico is always preferred. While it annoys him to have his name butchered by the tragedy of American-English pronunciation, he would rather lose the elegance of the rolled r and Spanish accent than go by Al. Calling him Al is never allowed. His younger brother used to do that.๐๐๐: Eighteen
๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ: August 29th
๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐๐: Virgo๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐: Porto, Portugal
๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐: A once-grand, worn-down mansion with his parents on the edge of the city center in Burdale, Maine๐ข๐๐๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ก: Does angsty musician and pouting teenager count for anything?
๐ท๐ฌ๐น๐บ๐ถ๐ต๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ป๐
๐ฆ๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฆ:
๐ช๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ:๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ง๐จ๐๐ฆ:
๐๐๐๐ช๐ฆ:๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ/๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ:
๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ฆ/๐ค๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ:
๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ก๐ฆ:
๐ฐ๐ต๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ๐บ๐ป๐บ
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๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ:๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ฆ:
๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐น๐จ๐ท๐ฏ๐
๐๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ
๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ท๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด
๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.Few people remember the old Alarico: the glowing and happy boy who lit up every room he strutted into. His parents were world travelers, instantly renowned but equally suspiscious when they arrived in the small town of Burdale. Their beautiful Spanish accents and sweet smiles won most people over immediately. It helped when they built a large, boujee house on the edge of town that brought the value of quite a few other properties up. Despite their years of global adventures โ of never staying in one country for more than two years โ it appeared that they would call this little place home. Forever.
They thought it was a safe and stable place to raise their boy and grow their family even more. Couldn't they travel to exotic places as much as they wanted, with the money they were saving by living here? Couldn't they move again when the kids were older, more appreciative of the experiences? It seemed like the perfect idea. Alarico's five-year-old face lit up with every new friend he made; he paraded around like he owned the place. When Hugo came along, he adored running in all the open fields near their house. Burdale would be the perfect home, the Trinidads decided. But to this day, staying is their greatest regret.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฐ
๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ. ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ท๐ฆ-๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ-๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ.Seven years ago, all of Burdale changed, but it was the Trinidads who got hit first. Little Hugo's disappearance was a shock that reverberated across the town. Alarico was freshly eleven, hardly an age to imagine fantastical things. But that is exactly what he did. He came running home to his parents, screaming and raving about the monster that stole his younger brother. The expensive therapists that they flew in from around the world assured everyone it was his mind's way of protecting his own sanity. If it was a monster instead of a human, then Alarico could more easily justify his helplessness. Of course, at such a young age, he would have still been no match for a killer, but still.
The nightmarish stories coming out of him about that day were logged down as PTSD and hysteria. We have pills for that, all the psychiatrists assured. Although the Trinidads didn't want to medicate their remaining son into oblivion, he refused to acknowledge the truth about Hugo. He wouldn't stop talking about the thing he saw. It was like Alarico left them no choice.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ
๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฆ.Although it was just the end of elementary school, Alarico was the type that seemed to excell at everything he tried quite naturally. His teachers loved him and praised how well he did in school. They all wanted him to skip a grade, maybe even two, but his mother always insisted that he stay with peers his own age. He did extra lessons and already appeared to be a shoe-in for his year's most successful, most popular golden boy. But that Alarico withered the day Hugo disappeared, and he died when the meds drowned what was left of his personality.
The boy who used to sing happy Spanish tunes with his guitar while walking around town came to lurking in the shadows, flinching when others got too close or any strange noise scattered about. He begged the thing to come for him. Even as the years passed and the town tried to forget, Alarico acted like it would come back at any moment. It would take him, and he would be ready to fight . . . to rescue the little boy who was certainly still waiting for him.
Nearly all his friends faded from his life. They couldn't handle the darkness and depression constantly swirling around him. He never participated in extracurriculars. He only did well-enough in classes to pass, never to succeed. Any dreams or hopes that could have been for his future had vanished along with the citizens of Burdale.
Move on. It's over, they all say. But Alarico's obsession only grows. He has walls covered in theories, random items he swears are clues, and journals with horrific images painted across every page. It's madness. Even though he goes to therapy twice a week, even though he knows he's still a disaster, he started . . . not taking the medication. Not numbing the pain. After all of these years, that has been the one constant. He's been so scared to feel fully. But maybe that's what he has to do in order to finally solve it. To finally save Hugo.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ,
๐๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ
๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
๐ ๐ข๐๐๐: Manuel Rรญos
๐ง๐ข๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฆ: C1, C6, C2
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
โ ๐'๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด. โ
๐ฉ๐จ๐บ๐ฐ๐ช๐บ
๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐: Alexandria Young
๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐: She goes by Blue. It's a long story. Most people have come to think it's her real name. Why bother correcting them?๐๐๐: Seventeen
๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ:
๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐๐:๐๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐:
๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐:๐ข๐๐๐จ๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ก:
๐ท๐ฌ๐น๐บ๐ถ๐ต๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ป๐
๐ฆ๐ง๐ฅ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฆ:
๐ช๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ:๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ง๐จ๐๐ฆ:
๐๐๐๐ช๐ฆ:๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ/๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ:
๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ฆ/๐ค๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ:
๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ก๐ฆ:
๐ฐ๐ต๐ป๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ๐บ๐ป๐บ
๐๐๐๐๐ฆ:
๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ:๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ฆ:
๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐น๐จ๐ท๐ฏ๐
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐บ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต
๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ๐ด ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ด.๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด
๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ถ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ
๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ
๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ.๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ
๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ
๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด
๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐ ๐ข๐๐๐: Tiffany Meia
๐ง๐ข๐ฃ ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฆ: C4, C6, C2
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โก ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐ โก
แด sษชแด แด แดสแดแดแดแดแด แดกษชแดส สแดษดแดxแดs. sแดแดแด แดสษชษขษขแดสs ษชษดแด แดสแด แดแด .
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ข๐ค๐๐๐จ ๐ข๐๐จ๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ข๐ด๐๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐๐ฝ๐ธ๐ท
โ ๐๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐น ๐ผโ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐น ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐ท๐
๐๐๐น ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ โสแดสส ษขษชสส | ษชแดแดแด -แดแดาาแดแด แดแด แด ษชแดแด | sษชแด สสแดแดกษด's sแดแดสแดแดแดแด | sแดษชสแด แดษดแดสแดsษชแดsแด
แดสษชษขษชษดแดส | สแดแด แดแดแด | แดแดสสแดแดแดษชแดษด | แดสแดสสษชsแด
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ต๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฉ๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โธ Skye Rosalie Dayton
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Oh, honey. Cutie pie. She used to lend herself to such sweet little pet names. But now sheโs pushing her late twenties, and the only one that calls her darling is Cathy Brown. Every time, it hurts like hell. A lot of โMiss Dayton!โ from the urgent lips of party paparazzi. Sometimes she might find herself missing the days when she answered to baby girl; you wonโt catch her admitting that out loud. And not too long ago, she almost had a much more permanent nickname. One that she maybe could have been proud of. But now thatโs all gone. Simply Skye will do.
๐๐๐ โธ Twenty-Six
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ July 24th, 1992
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Leo { she never felt like she related to it when she was younger, but it makes more and more sense as she grows }๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ San Diego, CA
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Spent 6 months in Newport Beach, CA
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Los Angeles, CAโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐ธ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ฟ๐ช๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฏ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Currently pursuing a degree in history from an online university. Yeah, she knows. Big shock. It seems very random. But she didn't want to get a degree in something performance or marketing based, and honestly . . . she thought it would just give her some fun, random facts. Sorry, history majors who take it seriously
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐ช๐๐ซ๐ช๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ช๐ฉ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ It's . . . recovering? The therapy helps
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ She actually drinks less and works out more now. Jeez! A surprise to us all!๐๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ / ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ซ๐ป๐ด๐ฎ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ด
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Christina Nadin | Although she should perhaps be changed out since 27 seems a bit too out-of-touch for her baby face, no one can ever be so perfectly Skye. So just imagine her slightly older
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ 5โ5โ | 165 cm
๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐ โธ Dark brown when gleaming in the summer sun but most often a shade of black
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ธ๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
2018-ongoing โ JULIA WICKER
. . . . . .๐พ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐ธ๐พ๐ถ๐๐
{ Supporting Actress | Second Season in Progress: 26 Episodes so Far }2019 โ CAMILLE
. . . . . .๐พ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ถ๐
{ Supporting Actress | Film }๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ
1997-2001 โ Commercials, child modeling, and small, uncredited roles
2002 โ MAXINE RUSSO
. . . . . .๐พ๐ ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐
{ Guest Role | Six Episodes }2003 โ Small, uncredited roles
2004 โ LILO PELEKAI
. . . . . .๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐๐ & ๐ฎ๐๐พ๐๐ธ๐ฝ
{ Co-Lead Voice Actress | Film }2008 โ MARY WARREN
. . . . . .๐พ๐ ๐ฎ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฉ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐
{ Supporting Actress | Film }2009-2016 โ CHARLIE GREGORY
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{ Co-Lead Actress | Seven Seasons: 154 Episodes }2010 โ FAYE CHAMBERLAIN
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{ Supporting Actress | One Season: 22 Episodes }2012-2015 โ HANNAH BAKER
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{ Supporting Actress | Three Seasons: 30 Episodes }2016 โ PENELOPE WILHERN
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{ Lead Actress | Film }2017-2018 โ MADDIE JOHNSON
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{ Lead Actress | Two Seasons: 20 Episodes }2018 โ DANCER
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{ Back-Up Dancer | Music Video }2019 โ POKER PLAYER
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐น๐ฝ๐๐๐น
โ sแดแดแดs สษชแดแด สแดsแดแดสแด แดส, ษช แดกแดs แด แดสษชสแด
แดแดsแด แด สษชแดแดสแด ษชษด แดสแด าแดสแด s แดา แดษชแดแด
ษช แดกษชsส สแดแด แดกแดสส, ษช แดกแดษดแด แดแด sแดแด สแดแด sแดษชสแด โSkye is a Cali beach girl, tried and true. With her father's career for the LA Lakers and her mother's successful real estate ventures setting up a plush lifestyle for the Dayton family, she had little to worry about in her beachside mansion besides getting in trouble for trekking sand inside ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐พ๐. Skye loved having her brothers around to play with, and starting at five years old, she always directed the family Christmas play. With a bit of pestering, she convinced her parents to send her off to a summer-long, super intensive acting summer camp when she was seven. It was all that Skye had dreamed of and more, and from that first day, she knew acting was her heart and soul.
Chris and Liliana were reluctant for her to pursue fame at first. Chris had never been an all-star in the NBA, just a steady player, but he saw firsthand what being a celebrity could do to people. He wanted his daughter to have a normal childhood without that kind of pressure or lifestyle. At the same time, the Daytons wanted to encourage their baby girl to live out her passion. So it started small: commercial roles, minor modeling, an uncredited extra. They were reluctant for her to dive in because as her acting opportunities grew, Skye had a habit of neglecting her schoolwork more and more. Her parents were constantly on her about it, but she never felt like putting in the effort to get better grades. At ten, Skye landed a six-episode appearance on a hit Disney Channel show, Wizards of Waverly Place. Having looked up to Selena Gomez her whole life, it was even more than what she had hoped for. She wanted to star in her own Disney show and tried out whenever one came up, but it never worked out for her.
๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐๐
โ แดสแดสแดแด แดแด แดษดสแดสษชษดษข แดสแดแด's แดแดสแดแด ษชsแดแด
ษชแด's sแดาแด แดแด sแดส แดส ษชษขษดแดสแดษดแดแด sแดแดสแดแด แด สสษชss ษชs แดกสส
ษช'สส าแดแด แด ษชษด แดแดษดษชษขสแด
'แดแดแดsแด sสแด's sแด สสษชษขสแด โSkye's Disney dream finally came true after a two-year dry spell of only minor or extra roles, but it was not in the way she ever expected. She was going to be voice acting in a new animated film, Lilo and Stitch. Although there were challenging moments, Skye adored this new kind of acting and would love the chance to do it again. Either way, she felt like she finally had a chance to get what she wanted: the budding fame of being a real actress.
Then, in a flash, her world was not the fairy tale it had always seemed. Her childhood best friend and neighbor Chloe was killed in a car accident when she and her father were t-boned by a drunk driver. Skye was heartbroken and lost; she withdrew from school and did it online. She stopped acting. It was months before she left her house and a year before she could really smile again. Her parents desperately tried to get her to pick her life, her career, anything back up; they hated to see Skye so broken.
Eventually, a script for a small indie film fell into her lap, and to the shock of everyone who knew her, she ruthlessly pursued the role. Playing Mary Warren in The Sisterhood of the Night was the therapy that Skye had needed. All of the emotions that had eaten away at her, all of the grief that she had bottled up, were finally talked about and released into her character. For the first time, she felt like herself again.
๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป๐ป
โ แดษชษขแดสแดแดแดแด แด แดสแด สแดแดแด
สแดแด แดกแดสแด แดษดสส sแดแด แดษดแดแดแดษด
sแด sแดกแดแดแด แดกษชแดส แด แดแดแดษด sแดสแดแดแด
ษดแดแดสสส สสแดแดษขสแด แดแด แดแด แดส แดษดแดแดs โWith her smile and courage rediscovered โ and knowing that Chloe would have wanted her to keep going after her dream โ Skye Dayton grew bold. She wanted to act full-time again. Originally auditioning for the role in Gregory Girls out of love for her mother and how she had always been there for her, Skye never expected it to be the turning point in her career. A stint on The Secret Circle flashed but easily blew out after the show was canceled in one season, but the same would not be true for Gregory Girls. Charlotte and Charlie Gregory were the duo every mother and daughter wanted to be. The show was unexpectedly garnering attention, and Skye could not believe it. For the first time, people would come up to her for photos and autographs. She was getting called to please audition for a role, instead of desperately begging to do so. Real fame was finally coming her way.
Gregory Girls opened up the opportunity for her to play the role of Hannah Baker in Thirteen Reasons Why, a somber and personal role that she tirelessly worked to get right. Having premiered on Netflix just as the site was making a name for its own productions, she barely had the chance to breathe before juggling Gregory Girls filming as well. That's the way it works when you're famous: every moment is wild and face-paced. But Skye wouldn't have it any other way. She lived for it. How could she not, when it was everything she had always dreamed of?
Then there was a matter of her support system. She felt invincible with her wonderful family and close friends that jokingly called themselves The Pack. After three lower-budget seasons, Gregory Girls got picked up by The WC Network. It was a whole new world: more money, more fans, and more opportunities. Maybe it also helped that her co-star, Sid Brown, was all too good at being all too intoxicating. It felt like she could exist in that bubble of happiness forever.
๐๐พ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐
โ ษชา ษช ษดแดแด แดส แดแดแดแด แดสสแดแดษขส
สแดs, ษชแด สแดแดษดแดs แดแด
sแดษดษดส แด แดสs ษช'แด แดษชss สแดแด
สแดs, ษชแด สแดแดษดแดs แดแด โOf course, life moved on for Charlie Gregory, and Skye had to admit that she was hardly the same wide-eyed girl who walked onto that set with little idea of who she was or what she wanted. Max Towns was no longer the primary love interest in the show, and Sid Brown . . . he hardly came around anymore. He broke her heart when they filmed the final season of Gregory Girls, then didn't even bother to promote it. She still vividly remembers that moment when he threw everything they ever had away. Some dumb stupid v-neck shirt. Tacky, old grungy shoes and flannel. Messy, messy hair. Sunken eyes. Emptier looking than when she had first met him. Barely held together at the edges.
๐ผ๐'๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐ท ๐๐ฝ๐๐, ๐ฎ๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐.
Maybe it was just that; maybe he was only talking about the show. But filming those eight seasons had meant everything to her. It was how she met all her best friends. How she had meant Sid, who she loved more than she ever knew how to say. And yet, there it was: him saying everything she had ever been afraid to hear. It was more than the show. It had to be. Skye was stupid. Everything between the two of them meant nothing at all.
Amy still got the publicity she wanted, in some sad consolation, when Skye unfollowed Sid on Instagram and headlines of "FEUD BETWEEN BELOVED FRIENDS" ate up the tabloids. Skye gave strict instructions that no one could ask her about Sidney in interviews, and if any of them ever broke that rule, she was known to lash out and immediately leave. It only took two for the reporters to learn their lesson; she wasn't some sweet little girl they could walk all over anymore.
Skye tried to keep herself occupied. She starred in her first romantic comedy film, which she used to always think would make her so fulfilled. But something about that lack of happy ending in her own life left her wanting more. With Ellie drifting away on her own ambitions, some of the conscious that kept Skye grounded went with her. Henry, Art, and Skye had a way of bringing about dangerous, unpredictable parts of one another. She descended into the party scene with reckless abandon. The media took notice. She finally got some more traction for darker, more serious roles. Where was Sunny Skye now?
She got better at lying to herself about how none of it really hurt anymore. It didn't hurt when she only saw Sid at parties. It didn't hurt when little girls called her Charlie and said they only applied to college because the role encouraged them. It didn't hurt when her mother looked at her with ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. Skye should know; she had that same emotional, worrying gaze in her own reflection. The alcohol helped. The partying helped. She rubbed enough important elbows after dark to land some roles for the daylight hours. Or something like that.
A year in a blur. Only hazy, soft memories. A failed show. A new one that was supposed to be her next passion project, just like Gregory Girls. Not the star. But enough. New network. New coworkers. More pressure. More guilt.
It smacked her in the face.
Positive.
๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐น๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐.
? ! ? ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ค . ? ! ! ! ! !
She hadn't been keeping track of herself. Her time. Her money. Why would she monitor that so closely too? The pill . . . she used to be good at taking it. But she used to be good at a lot of things.
It weighed heavy.
She always said, "I would never have a child until I'm ready." She always thought women should have a right to choose. To know they weren't ready. So why couldn't she do it herself? The gin and tonics turned to fizzy lemonades. She didn't tell anyone. She ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ she knew the father, but why tell him when she couldn't be 100% sure? Twenty-five years old. Financially stable. She wasn't ready to tell her family, even though she knew they would be supportive. Before telling anyone, Skye wanted to get things in order. She wanted to show them that she wouldn't be the baby friend trying to have a baby. She would be . . . a real mom.
Moving to Newport to get away from the craziness of LA? ๐๐ฝ๐๐ธ๐.
A healthy diet and exercise? ๐๐ฝ๐๐ธ๐.
Baby-proofed house? ๐๐ฝ๐โ
Five weeks was an awfully long time to indulge in her old lifestyle. Five sleepless, drinking, laughing, smoking, long weeks. Five weeks before she knew to change. Five weeks too late. Just before she was going to tell everyone โ when the panic was finally settling in as true joy โ her entire future disappeared in one bloody night. Whenever they visited the Philippines, her Lola always made a joke about it. Though it had been years since a visit back to her father's family, she still had a vivid memory of her Lola cupping her cheeks and telling her the old family wisdom. She told Skye to never cry. It happens all the time. You be strong. You just try again. It didn't mean anything to her back then, nothing more than a silly joke. Now it was advice that suffocated her.
Skye had never had the chance to tell anyone she was pregnant; how could she do it now? She buried it like a secret shame. She stayed in that Newport house for months, haunted by all the little trinkets and the room she had painted all by herself. A soft, beautiful yellow.
๐ฟ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ท๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ ๐, she used to whisper as her hands drew circles on her barely-swollen belly.
When her therapist finally convinced her to move back to LA, she claimed she had just missed "the buzz" of the city or something equally fucking stupid. People bought it. Of course they did. Skye Dayton was another shallow Hollywood girl who cared little more for herself, her manicure, and her next exclusive bash.
What she thought would be the start of the happiest adventure of her life turned out to be the hardest year she had ever faced. But . . . it woke her up. For the millionth time, a girl told her how Gregory Girls inspired her to dream big, and she realized that Charlie could { and should } do the same for her. She applied for an online degree, nothing fancy, but getting her foot in the door. A college girl. She liked the sound of it. She liked it less when she actually had to study, but still. It gave her some purpose.
Although things with the cast on The Magicians were not as tight-knit as she once had, she grew an unexpected friend in Mads Mikkelson as they filmed Polar together. He was like a quirky uncle. As they nearly finish production, she will be sad not to see him around every week. He always read right through her with that piercing wisdom, and she needed that small way he encouraged her to keep going. Mads is the only one besides her therapist that knows what happened.
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐น๐๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐น๐๐'๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
And now it's all hitting her at once: the completion of her first year of school; the first anniversary of her miscarriage; the end of filming Polar and the beginning of The Magicians season 3 looming; and that stupid, incessant pull in the back of her mind.
๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ถ ?
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๐ฎ๐ผ๐๐ธ ๐๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ธ๐ ๐ฎ
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๐ป๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ | Chris Dayton
๐๐๐ โธ Sixty-Two
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Ex-NBA Player
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Lou Diamond Phillips
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Liliana Dayton
๐๐๐ โธ Fifty-Nine
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Real Estate Mogul
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Marion Cotillard
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Marco Dayton
๐๐๐ โธ Thirty-Two
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ High School Biology Teacher and Track Coach
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Bob Morley
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Cyrus Dayton
๐๐๐ โธ Twenty-Four
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Aspiring Model
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Geron Nord
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๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ | Sidney Brown
๐๐๐ โธ Thirty
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Musician and Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Jamie Blackley
. . . . . . Played Max Towns on Gregory Girls.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ | Eleanor Potter
๐๐๐ โธ Thirty-One
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Zoey Deutch
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ | Henrietta Halloran
๐๐๐ โธ Twenty-Nine
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Courtney Eaton
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ I can only remember that Art is Dev Patel. The other three escape me
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๐ป๐๐พ๐๐๐น๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Zazoe van Lieshout
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Model
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Agnes Pimentel
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Influencer
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Maria Borges
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๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Benjamin Eidem
. . . . . . Played Logan on Gregory Girls.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ | Dorian Shephard
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Musician and Bartender
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Stephen James
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ? |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Writer
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Daniel Pimentel
. . . . . .
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Amy Sherman-Palladino
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Writer and Producer
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Amy Sherman-Palladino
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Olivia Munn
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Brittany Noon
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Diego Boneta
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actress
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Kim Sang In
. . . . . .
๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ธ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Manager
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Chrissy Teigen
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ | Mads Mikkelson
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Mads Mikkelsen
. . . . . .๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Kenta Sakurai
. . . . . . Plays Eliot Waugh in The Magicians.๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ |
๐๐๐ โธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Actor
๐๐๐๐๐ โธ Alexis Petit
. . . . . . Plays Quentin Coldwater in The Magicians.โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ฎ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐ข๐ด๐ฒ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก.ใ.:ใปยฐโก โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
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๐ป๐พ๐๐น๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐น๐พ๐ ๐ป๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ ๐๐ก๐จ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ.
๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ณ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ,
๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ณ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. โC H A R A C T E R
๐บ๐จ๐น๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ด๐น๐๐จ ๐ต๐ฌ๐ซ๐จ๐ฒ๐ฏ
๐ฟ๐ธ๐๐ธ๐ฟ ๐ฅ
๐ซ๐ข๐ข ๐ธ๐๐๐ธ๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ถ๐ธ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐โโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โงซ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Ranger
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Wood Elf
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Far Traveler๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Anthica, a remote and mostly unknown island
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Traveling๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Common, Elvish, Minotaur, and Undercommon
A P P E A R A N C E
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โฑ Twenties
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โฑ Thirty-Eight
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 5 ' 8 "
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ ~ 115 pounds
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Medium
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Dark Brown
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Dark Olive
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Platinum
๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Gizele Oliveira๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Sariel has an alluring beauty, as is the case with most elves, but it can often bother her that people care only for that. What of her hard-earned skill sets? Her prized loyalty? No, no, focus again on the pretty face with its hauntingly dark eyes shining under the platinum hair. Is that perhaps why those eyes are so often getting rolled in annoyance, or her full lips are curved down with disdain? At least her lithe body lends itself to agile, acrobatic movements. She has a very feline grace about her, matched by the intimidating panther at her side. It is also not unusual for her to paint designs across her face, arms, or chest. Sariel prefers to not discuss the history and meaning of them, finding it an invasion of her privacy. But from the meticulous way in which she dons them, it is likely that they are all symbolic in some fashion.
โ โ โ โ The elves of Sariel's city have an intricate culture regarding tattoos that manifest themselves when one pursues their destiny. So far she has . . . two. Most others her age have at least ten. A delicate band of peonies danced across her upper thigh when she first stepped into the material plane as a child, then a small set of horns tucked themselves on her left rib cage when she joined Ayame.S T A T S
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 8 { - 1 }
โฐ ๐๐กโ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ฃ } โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 16 { + 3 }
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ฅ }, ๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ { + ๐ฅ }, ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐กโ { + ๐ง } โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 12 { + 1 }
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 10 { + 0 }
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ { + ๐ข }, โ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ { + ๐ข }, ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ข }, ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ { + ๐ข }, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ { + ๐ข } โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 15 { + 2 }
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ { + ๐ฆ }, ๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐ก { + ๐ฆ }, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ { + ๐ค }, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ฆ }, ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐ { + ๐ฆ } โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 14 { + 2 }
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ค }, ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ { + ๐ค }, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ { + ๐ค }, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ { + ๐ค } โฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โฑ + 2
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐กโ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐โ๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐กโ, ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐, ๐ โ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ค๐๐๐, ๐ โ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ค, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค โฑ
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Strength { + 1 }, Dexterity { + 5 }
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 14
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ข ๐๐ก โฑ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 10
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 14๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 14
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ + 3
๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 35 ft๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฑ 1d10 per ranger level
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 25
โฐ ๐ค๐ง โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ข๐ โฑC L A S S . F E A T U R E S
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Athletics, stealth, survival
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Monstrosities
โฐ ๐ โ๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ฆ๐๐๐, ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, โ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐ . ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ { ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐ } ๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Forest
โฐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐, โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ โ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐. ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ข๐ โฑ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Dueling
โฐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ + ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Panther and Almiraj
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Beast Master
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ She can use her action and expend one ranger spell slot to focus her awareness on the region around her. for 1 minute per level of the spell slot she expends, she can sense whether the following types of creatures are present within 1 mile of her { or within up to 6 miles if in favored terrain } : aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This feature doesnโt reveal the creaturesโ location or number
R A C I A L . T R A I T S
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Accustomed to twilight forests and the night sky, she has superior vision in dark and dim conditions. She can see in dim light within 60 feet of her as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. She canโt discern color in darkness, only shades of gray
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ She has proficiency in the perception skill
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ She has advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic canโt put her to sleep
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Elves donโt need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. { The Common word for such meditation is โtrance.โ } While meditating, she can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, she gains the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Proficiency with the longsword, shortsword, shortbow, and longbow
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฑ Sariel can attempt to hide even when she is only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena
E Q U I P M E N T
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Two shortswords, a dungeoneer's pack, a longbow, and a quiver of 20 arrows
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Leather armor, traveler's clothes, a crystal necklace from her father that he claims is magical but the jury is still out on that, and a dice set
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฑ Backpack, a crowbar, a hammer, 10 pitons, 10 torches, a tinderbox, 10 days of rations, and a waterskin, 50 feet of hempen rope strapped to the side of it
๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ 15 GP
C O M B A T
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Attack, cast a spell, dash, disengage, dodge, grapple, help, hide, improvise, ready, search, shove, use an object
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ โฑ Martial melee weapon
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ โฑ finesse, light
โฐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ โฑ + 5
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ โฑ 1d6 + 5, piercing๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Martial ranged weapon
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ โฑ ammunition { range 150/600 }, heavy, two-handed
โฐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ โฑ + 5
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ต ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ โฑ 1d8 + 3, piercing๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Meelee attack
โฐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ โฑ + 1M A G I C
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Sariel's control and understanding of magic are limited. She rarely paid attention to her childhood lessons, finding them quite tiresome. Even with all these years of training in the Material Plane, she lacks the dedication and passion to become a true master of magic. It is very likely that the natural abilities of her species will be wasted on her.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โฑ Three slots, which can be used for ranger skills
โฐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก โฑP E R S O N A L I T Y
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Chaotic Neutral
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Loyal, dependent, adaptable, self - indulgent, greedy, quick - tempered, protective, stubborn, pessimistic, tells the bitter truth, avoids emotional conflict at all costs, often benignly naive about humans and basic decorum, takes her personal { strange } rituals very seriously, finds everything new strange and wonderful
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Pack mentality and freedom
โฐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐โ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐ โ, ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐'๐ก โ๐๐๐ ๐๐กโ๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Sariel has joined forces alongside Artus Cimber and Dragonbait to find the former's wife. In exchange, Artus will help Sariel resurrect her mother. Although Sariel has heard of the Death Curse, she does not view it as a pressing issue yet. She will first find Alisanda. Perhaps it will have solved itself by then. Once she discovers that her mother has already been resurrected and enslaved by the Yuan-Ti, Sariel will urgently want to fight the curse in order to save her. Overall, Sariel is a pack animal. She feels lost without a leader. That is why she clings to Artus and why she might be inclined to join this group as well.
๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฑ Has different assumptions from those around her concerning personal space { blithely invading othersโ space in innocence }, afraid of death and dying, gives in to her vices and ignores any voice of judgment, has a weakness for exotic beauty, believes in freedom over morality, insecure and needs a leader to follow, uses adventuring as a means of ignoring and escaping her past / trauma
๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฑ Forsaken
โฐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐ โฑF A R . T R A V E L E R
Almost all of the common people and other folk that one might encounter along the Sword Coast or in the North have one thing in common: they live out their lives without ever traveling more than a few miles from where they were born.
Sariel is not one of those folk.
She is from a distant place, one so remote that few of the common folk in the North realize that it exists, and chances are good that even if some people she meets have heard of her homeland, they know merely the name and perhaps a few outrageous stories. She has come to this part of Faerรปn for her own reasons, which she might or might not choose to share.
Although she will undoubtedly find some of this landโs ways to be strange and discomfiting, she can also be sure that some things its people take for granted will be to her new wonders that she's never laid eyes on before. By the same token, Sariel is a person of interest, for good or ill, to those around her almost anywhere she goes.
Her accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and even her appearance all mark her as foreign. Curious glances are directed her way wherever she goes, which can be a nuisance, but she also gains the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of her homeland. She can parlay this attention into access to people and places she might not otherwise have, for herself and her traveling companions. Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about her distant homeland and people.
C O M P A N I O N S
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Artus Cimber
๐๐๐๐ โฑ Human
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ Neutral Good๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ A former member of the Harpers, Artus Cimber is the keeper of the Ring of Winter. Artus has spent most of his life trying to keep the Ring of Winter out of evil hands, but his return to Chult is focused on reuniting with his beloved Alisanda, who disappeared along with the city of Mezro during the Spellplague. No longer content to wait for Alisanda and Mezro to return on their own, Artus has been seeking the means to bring them back. He believes that Saja Nโbaza, an ancient guardian naga, can help him. As such, his search has been focused on locating the ruins of Orolunga, where the naga is said to dwell. Fate has handed Artus two traveling companions: a saurial named Dragonbait, whom he met in Port Nyanzaru, and an elf named Sariel.
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐ โฑ
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โงซ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก โฑ๐๐๐๐ โฑ
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โงซ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ An almiraj is a large, timid rabbit with a 1-foot-long spiral horn emerging from its forehead, not unlike the horn of a unicorn. If driven to attack, it tries to spear enemies with its horn. Almiraj were brought to Chult long ago by merchants of the distant land of Zakhara. Skilled at evading predators, these creatures have flourished throughout the tropical peninsula. They live in earthen burrows and can be captured and domesticated.
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐ โฑ
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โงซ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐ โฑ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ
โฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐ โฑ๐๐๐๐ โฑ
B A C K S T O R Y
๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ . . . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โฐ โงซ โฑ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ?
๐ป๐๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฆ ?
๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฆ โ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ ?
๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ โ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ? ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐ โ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก'๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ?
{ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ? }
๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ?
๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ? ๐โ๐ฆ โ๐๐ ๐'๐ก โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก๐๐ โ๐๐ ?
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ? ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ ? -
๐น๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐ , ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ . . .
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โ.ใ.:ใปยฐโ.ใ.:ใปยฐโ.ใ.:ใปยฐโ.ใ.:ใปยฐโ โโโโโโโโโโโโ
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ ๐ฝ๐, ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ . . . ๐พ๐? ๐พ๐! ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐, ๐๐๐๐. โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฅ-๐ ๐ป ๐ผ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐-
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Lotis Nasteexo Ahti
๐ ๐ ๐ . Nineteen
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Selenos
๐/๐ . Mona Tougaard-๐ป ๐ผ ๐ ๐ผ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ผ โ ๐-
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Taking advantage of tourists โ Exploring places she shouldn't โ Weaving pearls into her clothes โ Adrenaline highs โ Successfully lying โ Making flowers out of paper { and eventually using other materials to turn them into disguised weapons } โ Clubbing โ Staying up all night and sleeping in all morning โ Traveling to new places โ Out-there clothing choices โ Playing with fire, both literally and figuratively
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Her family believing an evil, fosaken divinity possesses her โ The slow-pace of life on Selenos โ Being expected to protect others { is really only good at protecting herself } โ Responsibility and rigid schedules โ Her mother's harsh look of disappointment โ Not getting what she wants โ Watered-down alcoholic drinks โ The accent she can't seem to get rid of when speaking Standard
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ {๐} . Find some kind of meaning in her life that satiates her endless boredom and lack of fulfillment. Oh, and, uh, she guesses fighting evil or something?
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ {๐} . Though Lotis should have many fears of tangible things, she is rarely concerned for her own safety. That is the hubris that comes with youth not yet being knocked down. As in-denial as she may be, Lotis' fears are more psychological โ never being loved, never being good enough, having her heart broken, and the like. It's why she always fakes an easy confidence. Anything to get around having to actually allow someone in. Because if that happens and they don't like her, Lotis can't keep lying to herself.
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ {๐} . Has never been on time to something in her whole life { probably true } โ The money she used to buy her suit came from sleeping with tourists for money { not true in the slightest but she prefers it to the truth } โ Can modify your clothes to your liking without breaking the uniform code, whether that means adding more pockets or allowing it to morph into something else when a lieutenant isn't around { definitely true }-๐ ๐ โ ๐ โ ๐ธ ๐-
๐ ๐ ๐ข ๐ ๐ . Provocative. Lotis learned to sew not from duty but from necessity. She hated all the posh, constricting garments thrust on her by her aunties, and ripping them apart turned out to be more dangerous than practical. { Though don't be worried. She still knows how to make tearing work in a pinch by now. } Her thermal bath uniform is one of her most proud endeavors. When her mother is nearby, it is easily the same boring ensemble everyone wears. But a few cleverly placed buttons and snaps means that, within a few seconds, she can go from average helper to seductive temptress. Tips are much better that way; how else was she going to afford to follow her dreams? Lotis often gives into stereotypes about Seleneans. She wears anything that makes her seem like an innocent, lovely goddess newly ascended from the briny abyss. Wide, kind eyes. Cascading fabrics that barely cover anything, as if she doesn't know she should be ashamed of her body. It's all a ruse to be desired, and more importantly, underestimated. If people think they have this beautiful, naive girl in the palm of their hand, they won't be prepared to guard themselves against her attack.
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข . ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Literally anywhere except the place she is supposed to be in that moment. Girls will quickly have a habit of dragging her along behind them to make sure she is actually on time for something.
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข . ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Lotis can't help but be enamored by Gethsemane, so different than most of the girls she knows from home. But she is not here to make connections that drag her back to Selenos. And she equally fears that people who know her planet as intimately will be the first to see-through her ruse of innocence. Karya infuriates her in a way that most likely hides a very intense jealousy; what she wouldn't give to be such a natural force of talent and charisma. However, Kitty seems her most likely ally in the beginning. She is the perfect little pet to latch onto for Lotis' chosen persona. What threat could be easier to overlook than one that hangs out with a princess?
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Independence and creativity { Is that also fear of being vulnerable and a knack for manipulation? Well . . . }
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Lotis is quite graceful. She moves with every bit of her body in control. She laughs at your jokes melodiously, to boost your ego and make you like her a bit more. Her fingers often tangle through her signature Selenean white hair. Though her eyes feign naivety, they also can often be caught flashing a sultry wink. In groups of people, Lotis would rather observe than be heard first. She likes to know the layout and characteristics of people before diving in. She is a skilled conversationalist but prefers to keep people at a distance emotionally, in order to never show her own vulnerabilities. Nowadays she constantly fidgets with the little circlet on her left thigh that turns into her mecha-suit, as if it still doesn't seem real to her to have one.-๐น ๐ ๐ ๐พ โ ๐ธ โ โ ๐-
Lotis enlisted the moment she turned nineteen, having waited years to become a mecha-knight. Her mother, who owns and operates a thermal bath where Lotis worked up until joining up, has no idea that she will be leaving for the space station soon. Being a strict Selenean traditionalist, her mother would only attempt to stop her. A natural troublemaker and slick liar, Lotis has always been the black sheep of her family, the exact opposite of what a โgood Selenean girlโ โ poised, nurturing, โnot an arsonistโ, etc. โ ought to be. Sheโs just always been a rambunctious handful with a penchant for rolling through good-looking boys/girls on holiday with their families. Lotis wonโt tell her mother; she plans on sneaking away to port early on the morning of departure. And she wonโt look back either โ nothing could make her do so.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ .:ใปยฐ Lotis has never known love except from her mother. She knows her father passed away sometime during the pregnancy, though she doesn't know why. No one will tell her even twenty years later. As such, her mother's extended family was heavily involved in raising her. Although Lotis has no siblings, she was so entwined in the lives of her many cousins that they might as well be so. However, from an early age, Lotis was always regarded with an air of disdain. Everyone seemed to know a secret about her that she was unaware of. Something made her . . . unworthy. This distance made her desperate to be liked for many many years. But being pushed aside constantly fostered a bitterness in her as she grew older. She had desires unquenched by her very average Selenean life. And she loathed the people who called her family, who demanded so much from her yet gave nothing in return.
โ .:ใปยฐ Lotus probably knows the layout and secrets of her province more than any other citizen. Years of exploring it alone, coupled with her unbridled recklessness, have made even the more dangerous spots seem little more than a playground to her. And knowing all of the ins and outs of its caves have made her the ideal guide for any tourist wanting an authentic Selenean experience. Too bad she'd rather leave them stranded and take their wallet than show them an authentically good time. But isn't this what they deserve, after decades of tourism corroding her beautiful planet anyway?
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ
โ .:ใปยฐ-๐พ ๐ผ ๐ธ โ-
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . The lithe, digitigrade legs of this grey and white { colors pending since I have no image in mind while I write this, and I might have to change my idea to suit what I find } suit allow for the user to tread quickly across the ground or through the air. Whisps of what seems like fabric billow about, but make no mistake. The thin sheets of metal are flexible but still lethal, and their mobility allows them to thrash and cut unpredictably. This part of the suit is intended more to confuse or misdirect attention rather than destroy. However, its ability to wiggle into tiny places means that the feature can often disarm other suits by cutting wires and disrupting signals. { Unfortunately, this kind of precision is proving quite difficult for Lotis to master. } The wings, a set of four, are settled with one pair across the back for speed and power and the second on the helmet itself, like aero-pigtails, designed for agility and control.
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Seraphim
๐ ๐ข ๐ ๐ . Whip
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . 4-QLS X8
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . Lotis won her brand-new suit in a dangerous bet from a cadet originally from Scepter { which she then claimed in a subsequent heist, when they wouldn't hand it over }. That girl will be less than pleased to see what should be her Academy graduation present parading around on a brand new trainee. Not to mention the story she had to tell her parents to explain how one loses an entire mecha suit.
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . As the original owner was not forthcoming with information on the whip, Lotis has not discovered all of its features quite yet. Apparently taking a suit custom-made for someone else does not lend itself very well to shifting ownership. The whip has been a bit stubborn in conforming to its new master, but Lotis is positive she can gain its loyalty sooner rather than later. She knows it can camouflage not by turning invisible but mimicking the surroundings and blending in. It also emits a deafening sound meant to cause chaos and disarray. Though she has not been able to test it with intense extremes, the whip appears to be impervious to temperature changes in the surroundings and will remain comfortably cool for the user. The more Lotis practices with it, the more she feels like her suit is meant to be a decoy that gathers attention and allows others to infiltrate or attack. Not that she really minds, but . . . couldn't there be something a little more interesting in her repertoire? She wants to find a way to infuse a flame-thrower { or something equally interesting } into the suit, but she may need to make a skilled friend in order to manage such a feat.-โ ๐ผ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ โ ๐ โ ๐-
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ธ ๐ ' ๐ผ ๐ธ ๐ ๐ท .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ ๐ด ๐ฝ ๐ด ๐ผ ๐ธ ๐ ๐ท .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ ๐พ ๐ ๐ด ๐ฐ ๐ฝ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ฝ ๐ด ๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฐ ๐ป ๐ฐ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ถ ๐ด ๐ ๐ท ๐ ๐ด ๐ผ ๐ฐ ๐ฝ ๐ด .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ด ๐ ๐ณ ๐ฐ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ฑ ๐ด ๐ ๐ ๐ธ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐บ ๐ธ ๐ ๐ ๐ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐บ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ ๐ฐ ๐ถ ๐ฐ .
๐ ๐๐๐ . ๐ป ๐ธ ๐ป ๐ธ ๐ .-๐ผ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ธ ๐-
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ .
๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ .
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ .๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . [if any !]
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ .
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ / ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ .
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ . -
๐ถ ๐น๐พ๐ป๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐น๐ ๐ท๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐น
โโโโโโโโโโโโ โง โโโโโโโโโโโโ
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ
โโโโโโโโโโ โง โโโโโโโโโโ
๐๐พ๐ต๐ต/๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ:
๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ด๐ท๐ช๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ:๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ / ๐ฉ๐ธ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ช๐ฌ:
๐๐ต๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฑ / ๐๐พ๐ป๐ป๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ:๐ข๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ:
๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ:๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ช๐ซ๐ต๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ป๐ด๐ผ:
๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ต๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ:
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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๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐. ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐ธ๐พ๐๐๐น ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐น๐พ๐น ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ท๐๐? ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐น๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐พ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐น๐? ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐ป๐๐ธ๐๐๐น ๐ท๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐ธ๐? ๐๐๐ธ. ๐๐๐ธ. ๐๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐!โโโโโโโโโโ โง โโโโโโโโโโ
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โ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐. โ๐ฑ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ฒ ๐
โ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ใปRoman Emmanuel Mars
โ ๐๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌใปPreferably not, though there might be one awaiting his futureโ ๐๐ ๐ใปTwenty { But he's almost drinking all that scotch legally. Almost! }
โ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒใปJanuary 28th, 2000 at 6:10 am
โ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ใปProvidence, Rhode Island
โ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ง๐๐ใปDowntown Caligo Bay in a luxurious penthouse suite
โ ๐๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ใปโผ Aquarius โฝ Scorpio โ Capricornโ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆใปJuan Bayani Geck
๐ฟ ๐ด ๐ ๐ ๐พ ๐ฝ ๐ฐ ๐ป ๐ธ ๐ ๐
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๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ถ๐ต๐ฌ. 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 didnโt 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.
๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ป๐พ๐ถ. 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.
๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ป๐ฏ๐น๐ฌ๐ฌ. 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.
๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ญ๐ถ๐ผ๐น. 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.
๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ท๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ฌ. 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 didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 doesnโt help that she just received a letter, in all-too-familiar handwriting.
โThereโs no point in running. I know everything.โ
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please ignore me, an exhausted sad girl who only has the energy
to play with a blog design atm. i really wish there weren't notifications
about posting these so no one would notice this. thank yoouuu.sorry about the things I'm behind on. tomorrow! i! have! a! day! off! work!
and, no, i'm not gonna spent all of it sleeping lol
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just compiling it all now . . .
will organize and put in the right order some other time . . .
