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  • ✦ Goes by June; born in July
    ✦ Never got his high school degree; doesn't care
    ✦ The outfit in this set would be considered boring / tame for him
    ✦ Always contemplating hair changes and occasionally follows through on them
    ✦ His bff is gonna be played by this model bc I'm obsessed with her look: https://urstyle.fashion/collections/165425
    ✦ Kind of ostracized by his family but wishes they loved him more : ( : (
    ✦ Is 10000% supported by them financially though, so better than nothing
    ✦ When asked if he felt like a social pariah, he replied, "Hmm, no, I only own a goldfish."
    ✦ He does really love that goldfish though. Her name is Jack-o-Lantern
    ✦ Haven't decided if all of his siblings will be J names { 𝐽𝑎𝑑𝑒 / 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑢𝑠 / 𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦 / 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 / 𝐽𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 / 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 } or plant names { 𝐴𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛 / 𝑅𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑛 / 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟 / 𝑃𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑦 / 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙 / 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 }
    ✦ God I bet he has a really terrible podcast with someone
    ✦ Only owns a flip phone!!!!! No social media for this little egg!!! { 𝑌𝐸𝑇! }
    ✦ Don't worry he has an iPod Nano too - in orange
    ✦ Soft little nugget that is very easily taken advantage of
    ✦ Often drives people nuts bc of how out of touch he is, even those with the best intentions
    ✦ Shallow and thinks he's hot shit tbh
    ✦ But loves unconditionally even when he shouldn't : (
    ✦ Makes friends easily; just doesn't keep them
    ✦ Probably pansexual
    ✦ Earrings are his favorite accessory, though almost always has his nails painted too

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    𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘴.


    𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: Alarico Rodas Trinidad
    𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: 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.

    𝗔𝗚𝗘: Eighteen
    𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬: August 29th
    𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖: Virgo

    𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘: Porto, Portugal
    𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘: A once-grand, worn-down mansion with his parents on the edge of the city center in Burdale, Maine

    𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: Does angsty musician and pouting teenager count for anything?









    𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺
    𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴
    𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

    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 ━ of never staying in one country for more than two years ━ 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.

    𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰
    𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨
    𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
    𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯.

    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.

    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥
    𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.

    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.

    𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱,
    𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦
    𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘥.

    𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗟: Manuel Ríos


    𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.


    𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: Alexandria Young
    𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: She goes by Blue. It's a long story. Most people have come to think it's her real name. Why bother correcting them?

    𝗔𝗚𝗘: Seventeen











    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵
    𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴.

    𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴
    𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺
    𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦
    𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱.

    𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳
    𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

    𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳
    𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺
    𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

    𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸
    𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦
    𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴
    𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳.

    𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗟: Tiffany Meia

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    ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏɴᴀxᴏs. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ.

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    𝓢𝓴𝔂𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓽𝓸𝓷

    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇
    𝒜𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒
    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎
    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎
    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒

    ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ | ɪᴄᴇᴅ-ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛ | sɪᴅ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ's sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ | sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜsɪᴀsᴛ

    ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ | ʀᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘ | ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ

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    𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ▸ Skye Rosalie Dayton
    𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ▸ Oh, honey. Cutie pie. She used to lend herself to such sweet little pet names. But now she’s pushing her late twenties, and the only one that calls her darling is Cathy Brown. Every time, it hurts like hell. A lot of “Miss Dayton!” from the urgent lips of party paparazzi. Sometimes she might find herself missing the days when she answered to baby girl; you won’t 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 that’s all gone. Simply Skye will do.
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Twenty-Six
    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 ▸ July 24th, 1992
    𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 ▸ Leo { she never felt like she related to it when she was younger, but it makes more and more sense as she grows }

    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ▸ San Diego, CA
    𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ▸ Spent 6 months in Newport Beach, CA

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    𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ 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

    𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ▸

    𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ▸

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    𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 ▸ It's . . . recovering? The therapy helps
    𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 ▸ She actually drinks less and works out more now. Jeez! A surprise to us all!


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    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ 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
    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ▸ 5’5” | 165 cm
    𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ▸
    𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ▸ Dark brown when gleaming in the summer sun but most often a shade of black
    𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 ▸
    𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ▸


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    2018-ongoingJULIA WICKER
    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈
    { Supporting Actress | Second Season in Progress: 26 Episodes so Far }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇
    { Supporting Actress | Film }


    1997-2001 → Commercials, child modeling, and small, uncredited roles

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒
    { Guest Role | Six Episodes }

    2003 → Small, uncredited roles

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝐿𝒾𝓁𝑜 & 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽
    { Co-Lead Voice Actress | Film }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
    { Supporting Actress | Film }

    2009-2016CHARLIE GREGORY
    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈
    { Co-Lead Actress | Seven Seasons: 154 Episodes }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒞𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒
    { Supporting Actress | One Season: 22 Episodes }

    2012-2015HANNAH BAKER
    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒲𝒽𝓎
    { Supporting Actress | Three Seasons: 30 Episodes }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒
    { Lead Actress | Film }

    2017-2018MADDIE JOHNSON
    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈
    { Lead Actress | Two Seasons: 20 Episodes }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝒟𝓊𝒶 𝐿𝒾𝓅𝒶'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝒟𝒢𝒜𝐹
    { Back-Up Dancer | Music Video }

    . . . . . .𝒾𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝑅𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝒹'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶
    { Supporting Actress | Music Video }

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    coming soon.

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    sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
    ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
    ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ

    Skye 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 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 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.

    𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓇

    ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠɪsᴇᴅ
    ɪᴛ's sᴀғᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴍʏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙʟɪss ɪs ᴡʜʏ
    ɪ'ʟʟ ғᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ
    'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ's sᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ

    Skye'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.

    𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻

    ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ
    ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ
    sᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴋ
    ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇs

    With her smile and courage rediscovered ━ and knowing that Chloe would have wanted her to keep going after her dream ━ 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.

    𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝑒'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉

    ɪғ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ
    ʏᴇs, ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛs ᴍᴇ
    sᴜɴɴʏ ᴅᴀʏs ɪ'ᴅ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ
    ʏᴇs, ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛs ᴍᴇ

    Of 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.

    𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌, 𝒮𝓀𝓎𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉.

    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 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈. 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.


    𝒜𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔.

    ? ! ? 𝐟 𝐮 𝐜 𝐤 . ? ! ! ! ! !

    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 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 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? 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀.

    A healthy diet and exercise? 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀.

    Baby-proofed house? 𝒞𝒽𝑒━

    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 ━ when the panic was finally settling in as true joy ━ 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.

    𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎, 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.

    𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

    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.

    𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 ?

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    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | Chris Dayton
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Sixty-Two
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Ex-NBA Player
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Lou Diamond Phillips
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | Liliana Dayton
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Fifty-Nine
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Real Estate Mogul
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Marion Cotillard
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | Marco Dayton
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Thirty-Two
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ High School Biology Teacher and Track Coach
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Bob Morley
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | Cyrus Dayton
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Twenty-Four
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Aspiring Model
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Geron Nord
    . . . . . .

    𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀


    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Thirty
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Musician and Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Jamie Blackley
    . . . . . . Played Max Towns on Gregory Girls.

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | Eleanor Potter
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Thirty-One
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Zoey Deutch
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸ Twenty-Nine
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Courtney Eaton
    . . . . . .

    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 ▸ I can only remember that Art is Dev Patel. The other three escape me
    . . . . . .



    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Zazoe van Lieshout
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Model
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Agnes Pimentel
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Influencer
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Maria Borges
    . . . . . .

    𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈


    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Benjamin Eidem
    . . . . . . Played Logan on Gregory Girls.

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗 | Dorian Shephard
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Musician and Bartender
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Stephen James
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐗 ? |
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Writer
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Daniel Pimentel
    . . . . . .

    𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈


    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 | Amy Sherman-Palladino
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Writer and Producer
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Amy Sherman-Palladino
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Olivia Munn
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Brittany Noon
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 |
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Diego Boneta
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 |
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actress
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Kim Sang In
    . . . . . .

    𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓌𝓈


    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Manager
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Chrissy Teigen
    . . . . . .

    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 | Mads Mikkelson
    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Mads Mikkelsen
    . . . . . .

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Kenta Sakurai
    . . . . . . Plays Eliot Waugh in The Magicians.

    𝐀𝐆𝐄 ▸
    𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ▸ Actor
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 ▸ Alexis Petit
    . . . . . . Plays Quentin Coldwater in The Magicians.

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    𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼


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  • 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇, 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇





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    𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
    𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬
    𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.
    𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬,
    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

    C H A R A C T E R

    𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐸𝐿 𝟥

    ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━

    𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 Ranger
    𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 Wood Elf
    𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 Far Traveler

    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 Anthica, a remote and mostly unknown island

    𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 Common, Elvish, Minotaur, and Undercommon

    A P P E A R A N C E

    𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐄 Twenties
    𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐆𝐄 Thirty-Eight
    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 5 ' 8 "
    𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ~ 115 pounds
    𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 Medium
    𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 Dark Brown
    𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 Dark Olive
    𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 Platinum
    𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 Gizele Oliveira

    𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 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.
    ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀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

    𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 8 { - 1 }
    𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 { + 𝟣 }

    𝐃𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 16 { + 3 }
    𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 { + 𝟥 }, 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 { + 𝟥 }, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ { + 𝟧 }

    𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 12 { + 1 }

    𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 10 { + 0 }
    𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎 { + 𝟢 }, ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 { + 𝟢 }, 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟢 }, 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 { + 𝟢 }, 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟢 }

    𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌 15 { + 2 }
    𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 { + 𝟦 }, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 { + 𝟦 }, 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒 { + 𝟤 }, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟦 }, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 { + 𝟦 }

    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀 14 { + 2 }
    𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟤 }, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟤 }, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 { + 𝟤 }, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 { + 𝟤 }

    𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙, 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡, 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑜𝑤
    𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 Strength { + 1 }, Dexterity { + 5 }
    𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝟨𝟢 𝑓𝑡

    𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 35 ft

    𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄 1d10 per ranger level
    𝟤𝟧 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑚

    C L A S S . F E A T U R E S

    𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 Athletics, stealth, survival

    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 Monstrosities
    𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚 { 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 } 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚

    𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛. 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟

    𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑎 + 𝟤 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛

    𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 Panther and Almiraj

    𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 Beast Master
    𝑑𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

    𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 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 doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number

    R A C I A L . T R A I T S

    𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 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 can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray

    𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 She has proficiency in the perception skill

    𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 She has advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put her to sleep

    𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 Elves don’t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. { The Common word for such meditation is “trance.” } 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

    𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 Proficiency with the longsword, shortsword, shortbow, and longbow

    𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 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

    𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 Two shortswords, a dungeoneer's pack, a longbow, and a quiver of 20 arrows

    𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 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

    𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 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

    𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 15 GP

    C O M B A T

    𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 Attack, cast a spell, dash, disengage, dodge, grapple, help, hide, improvise, ready, search, shove, use an object

    𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐗 𝟐 Martial melee weapon
    𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 finesse, light
    𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 + 5
    𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 🙵 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 1d6 + 5, piercing

    𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐖 Martial ranged weapon
    𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ammunition { range 150/600 }, heavy, two-handed
    𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 + 5
    𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 🙵 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 1d8 + 3, piercing

    𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 Meelee attack
    𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 + 1

    M A G I C

    𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 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.
    𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 Three slots, which can be used for ranger skills
    ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡

    P E R S O N A L I T Y

    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 Chaotic Neutral

    𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 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

    𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒 Pack mentality and freedom
    𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ, 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠

    𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 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.

    𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 Has different assumptions from those around her concerning personal space { blithely invading others’ 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

    𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 Forsaken
    𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠

    F 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 Faerûn for her own reasons, which she might or might not choose to share.

    Although she will undoubtedly find some of this land’s 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

    𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 Artus Cimber
    𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 Human
    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 Neutral Good

    𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 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 N’baza, 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.
    𝑑𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟


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    𝑑𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑡


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    𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 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.
    𝑑𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑗


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    𝑑𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟


    B A C K S T O R Y

    𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 . . . 𝐂 𝐎 𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 . 𝐒 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍

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    𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ?
    𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 ?
    𝐼𝑠 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ?
    𝑂𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 ? 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 ?
    { 𝑂𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ? }
    𝐼𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 ?
    𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 ? 𝑊ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ?
    𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑆𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 ? 𝐷𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ?

  • 𝒹𝑒𝓌 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅, 𝓉𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝑜𝑒, 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌 . . .


    ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━


    𝙽𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.
    𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 . . . 𝙾𝚑? 𝙾𝚑! 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?
    𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — 𝕃𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕤,
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥

    -𝕀 𝔻 𝔼 ℕ 𝕋 𝕀 𝕋 𝕐-

    𝚗 𝚊 𝚖 𝚎 . Lotis Nasteexo Ahti
    𝚊 𝚐 𝚎 . Nineteen
    𝚑 𝚘 𝚖 𝚎 . 𝚙 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚎 𝚝 . Selenos
    𝚏/𝚌 . Mona Tougaard

    -𝔻 𝔼 𝕍 𝔼 𝕃 𝕆 ℙ 𝕄 𝔼 ℕ 𝕋-

    𝚕 𝚒 𝚔 𝚎 𝚜 . Taking advantage of tourists Exploring places she shouldn't Weaving pearls into her clothes Adrenaline highs Successfully lying Making flowers out of paper { and eventually using other materials to turn them into disguised weapons } Clubbing Staying up all night and sleeping in all morning Traveling to new places Out-there clothing choices Playing with fire, both literally and figuratively
    𝚍 𝚒 𝚜 𝚕 𝚒 𝚔 𝚎 𝚜 . Her family believing an evil, fosaken divinity possesses her The slow-pace of life on Selenos Being expected to protect others { is really only good at protecting herself } Responsibility and rigid schedules Her mother's harsh look of disappointment Not getting what she wants Watered-down alcoholic drinks The accent she can't seem to get rid of when speaking Standard
    𝚐 𝚘 𝚊 𝚕 {𝚜} . 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?
    𝚏 𝚎 𝚊 𝚛 {𝚜} . 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 — 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.
    𝚛 𝚞 𝚖 𝚘 𝚞 𝚛 {𝚜} . Has never been on time to something in her whole life { probably true } 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 } 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 }

    -𝕋 𝕐 ℙ 𝕀 ℂ 𝔸 𝕃-

    𝚜 𝚝 𝚢 𝚕 𝚎 . 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.
    𝚙 𝚕 𝚊 𝚌 𝚎 𝚜 . 𝚖 𝚘 𝚜 𝚝 . 𝚕 𝚒 𝚔 𝚎 𝚕 𝚢 . 𝚝 𝚘 . 𝚋 𝚎 . 𝚏 𝚘 𝚞 𝚗 𝚍 . 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.
    𝚙 𝚎 𝚘 𝚙 𝚕 𝚎 . 𝚖 𝚘 𝚜 𝚝 . 𝚕 𝚒 𝚔 𝚎 𝚕 𝚢 . 𝚝 𝚘 . 𝚋 𝚎 . 𝚠 𝚒 𝚝 𝚑 . 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?
    𝚜 𝚝 𝚛 𝚘 𝚗 𝚐 𝚎 𝚜 𝚝 . 𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚛 𝚊 𝚌 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 . 𝚝 𝚛 𝚊 𝚒 𝚝 . Independence and creativity { Is that also fear of being vulnerable and a knack for manipulation? Well . . . }
    𝚖 𝚊 𝚗 𝚗 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚜 𝚖 𝚜 . 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.

    -𝔹 𝕀 𝕆 𝔾 ℝ 𝔸 ℙ ℍ 𝕐-

    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 “good Selenean girl” — poised, nurturing, “not an arsonist”, etc. — ought to be. She’s just always been a rambunctious handful with a penchant for rolling through good-looking boys/girls on holiday with their families. Lotis won’t tell her mother; she plans on sneaking away to port early on the morning of departure. And she won’t look back either — nothing could make her do so.


    ⋆ .:・° 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.

    ⋆ .:・° 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?

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    -𝔾 𝔼 𝔸 ℝ-

    𝚖 𝚎 𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 . 𝚜 𝚞 𝚒 𝚝 . 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.
    𝚗 𝚊 𝚖 𝚎 . Seraphim
    𝚝 𝚢 𝚙 𝚎 . Whip
    𝚖 𝚘 𝚍 𝚎 𝚕 . 4-QLS X8
    𝚌 𝚘 𝚗 𝚍 𝚒 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 . 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.
    𝚜 𝚙 𝚎 𝚌 𝚒 𝚊 𝚕 . 𝚊 𝚋 𝚒 𝚕 𝚒 𝚝 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 . 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.

    -ℝ 𝔼 𝕃 𝔸 𝕋 𝕀 𝕆 ℕ 𝕊 ℍ 𝕀 ℙ 𝕊-

    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙸 𝚇 ' 𝙼 𝙸 𝚃 𝙷 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝚅 𝙴 𝙽 𝙴 𝙼 𝙸 𝚃 𝙷 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙰 𝚄 𝚁 𝙾 𝚁 𝙴 𝙰 𝙽 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙽 𝙴 𝙽 𝚂 𝙰 𝙻 𝙰 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙶 𝙴 𝚃 𝙷 𝚂 𝙴 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙴 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝚉 𝚅 𝙴 𝚉 𝙳 𝙰 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙱 𝙴 𝚃 𝚉 𝙸 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙺 𝙸 𝚃 𝚃 𝚈 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙺 𝙰 𝚁 𝚈 𝙰 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝚂 𝙰 𝙶 𝙰 .
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 . 𝙻 𝙸 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 .

    -𝔼 𝕏 𝕋 ℝ 𝔸 𝕊-

    𝚙 𝚕 𝚊 𝚢 𝚕 𝚒 𝚜 𝚝 .
    𝚏 𝚞 𝚗 . 𝚏 𝚊 𝚌 𝚝 𝚜 .
    𝚊 𝚎 𝚜 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚝 𝚒 𝚌 . 𝚌 𝚘 𝚕 𝚕 𝚎 𝚌 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 .

    𝚚 𝚞 𝚎 𝚜 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 𝚜 . 𝚏 𝚘 𝚛 . 𝚏 𝚊 𝚗 𝚏 𝚊 𝚗 . [if any !]

    𝚜 𝚕 𝚊 𝚗 𝚐 .
    𝚜 𝚗 𝚊 𝚌 𝚔 / 𝚊 𝚕 𝚌 𝚘 𝚑 𝚘 𝚕 .
    𝚑 𝚊 𝚗 𝚐 . 𝚜 𝚙 𝚘 𝚝 .

  • 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹

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    𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵/𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮:

    𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 / 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬:
    𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 / 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮:


    𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓼:

    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


    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 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞Roman Emmanuel Mars
    𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬Preferably not, though there might be one awaiting his future

    𝐀𝐠𝐞Twenty { But he's almost drinking all that scotch legally. Almost! }
    𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲January 28th, 2000 at 6:10 am
    𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞Providence, Rhode Island
    𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞Downtown Caligo Bay in a luxurious penthouse suite
    𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 Aquarius Scorpio Capricorn

    𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦Juan 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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    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

    . . . just half of it.


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    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ?
    𝐼’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎.
    𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼’𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 . . .

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    just compiling it all now . . .
    will organize and put in the right order some other time . . .


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