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MORGAN, Dylan.

Dylan sighed heavily at his words, even though it was unsurprising knowing Jace. Placing a hand back behind her on his desk for support as she shifted her weight. “Do I look like a clown?” Gesturing to face that was flawlessly made up. “Last I checked no so I don’t think I’m meant to be the entertainment here.” She replied with a smirk of her own. “Plus we have two very different ideas of entertainment.” She pointed out. At his words Dylan rolled her eyes, she held out her hand for the papers figuring that they were probably going to end up in her office anyways. “If it was my lucky night I’d actually be getting lucky and not be stuck in this place with more paperwork coming my way.” It wasn’t that she minded working, it was just after staring at numbers all day she needed a break or her eyes literally felt like they would fall out of her head. 

Rolling her eyes at him once more when he suggested that she would hulk out on him. “At least we’ve acknowledged that hangry me isn’t pretty.” She told him with a laugh. Continuing to scroll on her phone before she stopped on the Italian restaurant that was a few blocks down. “How does Tony’s sound? They’ve got pasta to die for.” Handing over her phone so he could see the picture of the delicious pasta. 

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HIS EYEBROWS SHOT UP THEN, a faux expression of disbelief plastering itself upon his features. “ Are you implying that this, ” pausing, a singular index digit moved in a circular motion around the circumference of his visage to emphasise on ‘this’, “ looks like clown material? ” With a shake of his head, he placed a palm across his heart as an indicator of his pretend offence. “ You cut me deep, Dylan — you cut me deep. ” A split second passed before his masquerade crumbled, an amused chuckle spilling from his mouth. “ Well, if that's your way of admitting that I'm more entertaining than you, I can't say I disagree. ” Firing an impish grin toward Dylan, Jace extended a limb to proffer the documents to her outstretched hand. Then, giving a mild hum of consideration, his head nodded slightly. “ Touché, ” he simply replied, kicking his stature back in his chair; boot-clad feet coming to rest atop his desk. “ That makes two of us. Guess we aren't so lucky after all. ”

       Folding his hands atop his stomach, inky eyes wandered toward Dylan as a small chuckle fell from his lips. “ I'd say you hulking out is slightly more intimidating than your brother — slightly. Don't tell him I said that though, ” Jace warned, pointing a finger toward the brunette though his tone was one of lighthearted jest. Giving a nonchalant roll of his shoulders, he crossed one ankle over the other; limbs outstretched before him. “ Sure, pasta sounds pretty good right about now. ” As Dylan offered her phone, he leaned forward only to take the device into his hand; dark eyes studying the picture for a moment. “ I'll take some of that. My stomach's starting to do somersaults, ” Jace quipped, handing the female her phone back before settling back into his previous position.

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REYNOLDS, Skylar.

Skylar smiled at the male who turned on his heel at his name and made his way towards her. Leaning forward, she plucked various of her opened books and piled them atop of others in order to provide space for him. Shifting her bag over, she leaned back and offered a smile when he pulled on the empty chair and folded his form into it. “I wouldn’t necessarily call it disappointment.” She winked in his direction. While she had a busy life as a resident surgeon, she couldn’t say that there wasn’t an edge of excitement to the male’s life that kept her attention. Secretive and unwilling to fully explain the reasons behind each injury, she loved the rush it provided to her life. It gave her the confidence that she could work beneath stress and in a situation where she needed to fly solo — she wouldn’t choke like many others had done. A laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head, golden tresses tumbling down her shoulders to frame her face. “I’m actually a little saddened by your lack of visits. My stitches were becoming impeccable with the constant practice that you provided me.” Another wink was given, pushing a strand of hair from her face. “I try to stay as busy as I can. Am I right in assuming that the reason behind your disappearance is because things have slowed down for you? No life threatening situations?”

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A SMALL CHUCKLE FLOATED PAST his lips then, accompanied by a short shake of his head. “ You wouldn't? Now, isn't that music to my ears? ” Inky eyes peered across at the blonde, a faint smirk framing the edge of his mouth. Jace had to admit that a fragment of him owed Skylar his life. After the countless nights she'd spent stitching his skin back together, he was forever indebted to the female. At the start, he hadn't paid much consideration towards the particular talent ( or lack of ) a medic possessed — really, he'd never been a man fixated on the aesthetics of his outward appearance. Yet, in his search for a soul mad enough to sew him back together, he crossed paths with Skylar and, luckily for Jace, she was quite the dab hand at suturing. Of course, the silver glints of scar tissue remained, littering his skin, lingering on for all of eternity — but, again, Jace was far from concerned about bearing the evidence of old wounds.

       Arching a dark eyebrow, an understated smirk capturing his expression as he offered a low hum at her words. “ Is that your not-so-subtle way of telling me that you miss me? ” Unable to suppress the urge any longer, a grin split his lips apart; his frame leaning forward to rest folded arms atop the table. “ I knew you'd miss me. Or are you gonna try and tell me it's my body that you miss? ” Another smirk clouded his features, an evident tone of jesting evident in his words. Eventually, a chuckle melted into the air — cracking his flirtatious facade for a split second. “ Ah, there it is — you only use me for my body. I'd say I'm offended, but that wouldn't necessarily be true. ” Allowing his gaze to linger upon the blonde momentarily, Jace finally reclined back against the chair. Giving a nod at Skylar's inquiry, he released a silent sigh, his shoulders deflating with the action. “ Not of late. But, don't fret, I'm sure I'll end up on your doorstep one of these nights. ”

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ft. veronica​.

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Savoring the burning sensation the whiskey left in her throat, Veronica, for the tenth time probably, went over the photographs her informant had provided. The photographs depicted a bank robbery that took place the previous week in Crystal Cove and Veronica quietly wondered if those Wilkes bastards were behind it. If they did and if Elias’ people found them before the police, maybe just maybe, she’d be able to get some answers and be a step closer to finding the– her eyebrows shot up at the quiet steps coming from the hallway. Elias’ office at LUX had Elias written all over it, it was enormous and luxurious but Veronica’s was smaller so nothing got past her. As the figure appeared on the door, V’s gun was already pointed at them. “Hey you.” Her features involuntarily softened as she recognized the man to be Jace, lowering her weapon. “Back so soon?” V asked, with a hint of amusement in her voice. In truth, she didn’t know what his assignment for tonight was but oh, did she want to know. “Elias took off a few hours ago, if you’re looking for him. To put his daughters to bed– or something,.”

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NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN, the only office ( aside from his own ) that Jace frequented was that of Elias'. With business to be done and matters to deal with, the male had found himself venturing toward the boss' headquarters only to discover that the space was unoccupied. Just as he was about to set off on a mission to locate Elias, his attention was drawn to the light illuminating from the doorway of Veronica's office. Almost instinctively, self-assured strides carried his stature toward the door only to round the corner and find himself staring down the barrel of a gun. By now, the sight was not something that rendered the male cautious. In fact, it was simply something that he'd grown accustomed to — remaining as unfazed as ever. However, the subtle smirk that captured his mouth gave away the mild amusement he held toward the situation. “ Hey yourself, ” he quipped, taking a step forward in order to advance into the room. Veronica's following inquiry earned a chuckle from Jace, his inky pupils floating toward hers. “ What can I say? I can't seem to stay away. ” Yet another smirk toyed at the edges of his mouth; footsteps ceasing only as he rested his lower back against the edge of her desk. Giving a nod at her information, Jace folded his arms across his chest whilst glancing around the space. “ Actually, as it happens, I was looking for him. But it can wait — wouldn't want to interrupt his time with his family. ” Allowing a moment of silence to settle in the atmosphere between them, his gaze drifted back towards Veronica then. “ So — you aim that gun at everyone? Or am I special? ” Evident mirth and jest laced his voice; a lighthearted attempt to engage in conversation.

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ft. dylan​.

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Dylan had to admit at this point all she could see was number, they were starting to blend together after eight straight hours of constant numbers. She’d skipped meals and had only been downing water the whole time she worked. Deciding it was time for a break she closed the lid on her laptop and left it in her office as she made her way to Jace’s. Seeing he was still in there thankfully, she knocked to make him aware of her presence. “I’m literally so burnt out on numbers right now that I’m actually giving myself a headache.” She complained and walked into his office. “Also I’m really bored right now.” She told him with a laugh as she made her was over to his desk and sat on the edge of it. “Entertain me.” She ordered even though she knew he was probably wouldn’t actually do it.

“Also I’m just saying if you haven’t ate either we should order in before I start getting hangry.” She warned as she pulled out her phone and pulled up one of the delivery apps she had stored on it. “Does anything sound good tonight?”

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HE'D BEEN SAT AT HIS DESK, inky eyes flickering across the documents scattered before him; calloused fingertips flicking through each page. Upon the knock upon at door, without peering up, Jace gave a faint hum of acknowledgement. As Dylan's voice pricked his ears, his gaze instantly abandoned the paper beneath him — trained onto the female instead. Emitting a chuckle at her words, he leaned back in his chair, draping his limbs over the armrests in a rather languid manner. In truth, he too had long ago lost the ability to properly focus and an unexpected visit from Dylan was exactly the excuse he needed to desert his current task. Dark eyes watched her for a moment before they narrowed slightly, a low hum resounding within his throat. “ As much as it saddens me to hear that you're bored, we both know I don't do entertainment, ” Jace quipped, the corner of his mouth twitching into a subtle smirk. “ But here's an idea — how about you entertain me? ” Arching an eyebrow then, a shimmer of amusement flashed behind his eyes before he surged forward; beginning to tidy up the piles taking residence atop his desk. “ Looks like it's your lucky night, ” he started, shuffling a few pages together. “ I haven't eaten yet so, in fear of you Hulking out on me, I'm on board with ordering in. Anything to stop you from being hangry. ” His attention returned to Dylan, the small grin evident on his lips a clear indication of his jest. “ At this point, I'd eat just about anything. And, because I'm such a gentleman, I'll leave the final decision up to you. ”

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ft. skylar.

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Skylar peered up from the chair she’d taken up outside of a cafe, her medical books were splayed out on the table while her stripper bag was beneath her with an heel popping out. She had a few hours to get ready for this test before she had to rush off to work in the hope of paying rent this month. It was only when she noted a figure approaching her ( or going in her direction ), that she realized she recognized them. “Jace,” she called out with a small wave. “No sight of red on you, I’ve got to say I’m pretty disappointed.” After all, he’d almost become a trial dummy for her as of late after she’d caught him here and there with a few injuries that she patched up. “It’s been a while. How are you?”

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These days, Jace found himself rapidly adjusting to the all-consuming tornado of thoughts that continually orbited his brain. One might assume that given his line of work, there remained little to zero time to dwell on ideas and notions. Yet, ( try as he did ), he could never seem to fully escape the ghosts of his past — the demons that haunted his every waking moment. If it hadn't been for the familiarity of the voice calling his name, the male might have breezed on past without even the faintest sliver of recognition. As his footsteps reached a halt, dark eyes turned toward the blonde perched upon one of the chairs a few feet away. Almost mechanically, Jace started toward her table; her words plucking a genuine chuckle from him that slid past his lips and pierced the air. “ I'm sure the disappointment won't last too long — not where I'm concerned, ” he quipped, firing Skylar a grin whilst calloused fingers drew the vacant seat from its position; sliding his frame onto the cool metal. Taking a brief moment to consider her question, inky hues peered across at the female before he offered a mild hum that echoed within his throat. “ Oh, you know, the usual, ” he began, lifting a shoulder in a display of nonchalance. “ Though you must be relieved that I haven't darkened your door in a few weeks now. ” A subtle smirk framed his expression then, allowing his gaze to flicker toward the books splayed out in front of her. “ I'd ask how you've been but clearly, you're hard at work. As always. ”

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&.  dtctvshmd​.

On nights she didn’t work, Charlie would try and clear her mind by going on a run. Sure, it was nighttime and most women didn’t run by themselves at night which was why she’d run with her German Shepherd. When she had gotten Dodge, her father laughed and stated it was typical a cop would get a Shepherd, however, Dodge was really the only living being she really cared about and reciprocated the feelings. He looked forward to the nightly runs and would jump - very high - whenever Charlie would even reach for the leash. 

Slowing from her pace by Mystic Park, Charlie tugged on Dodge’s leash to get him to sit. Suddenly a shadow caught her attention. Jumping at it, Charlie reached for her gun but relaxed when she saw who it was. “Holy shit you scared me,” Charlie breathed, taking out an Airpod. @crystalcitystarters​

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TRUTHFULLY, the only situation that brought Jace to Mystic Point was conducting and taking care of business. Well, that and the lure of the pancakes from Rosie's Diner. Right now, it was the latter that had reeled him toward the neighbourhood. Opting to cut through the park, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his dark eyes were trained on the ground beneath his feet. Rounding the corner, his assured footfalls suddenly ceased as the brunette flinched at his presence. As a soft chuckle escaped his throat, Jace tore his hands from his pockets to raise his palms in a display of peace. “ Didn't mean to startle you, ” he claimed, inky pupils remaining upon the woman. “ I promise I wasn't sneaking up on you — definitely not with that guy by your side, ” Jace joked, gesturing toward the German Shepherd sat next to her.

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&.  noahale​.

“Where the fuck are you Lizzie? You can’t just have us uproot our lives then disappear again!” Noa whispered harshly into the voicemail, it was the 5th she’d left her sister in the past 3 days. Hoping that maybe one of these would get through to her sister, she’d come back at least for Ava. As the voicemail said it couldn’t record anymore Noa let out a sigh of frustration and ended the call. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Running a hand though her blonde hair as she tried to the number again, just like before it went to voicemail. Turning to the first person who passed her as she stood outside her shop. “Can I borrow your phone? I’m pretty sure this person is ignoring my call, but I really need to reach them. I know I have one, but they have my number.” 

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HE'LL ADMIT, he was far from being as devout a Catholic as his folks were but regardless, Jace oftentimes found himself venturing into Pembrooke — more specifically, to St. Anthony's church. After lingering in a back pew for Lord knows how long, the male left right before the next service began. As self-assured strides carried him along the pavement, he'd barely registered the blonde until her voice pricked his ears; grasping a firm hold on his attention. Reaching a halt, dark eyes turned toward the female as his eyebrows momentarily furrowed. Then, after a beat, Jace offered a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “ Sure, why not, ” he uttered, fishing his phone from the confines of his jacket pocket. Unlocking the device, a limb extended to proffer it toward the woman. “ Let's hope that pulling the unknown number trick works. ”

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ELIAS MORGAN.

It’s a normal night at LUX, the line outside is long, the crowd inside is packed, the drinks are flowing, and all is generally well. He’s glad for it honestly, because it means while he does need to show face for at least an hour, that he doesn’t need to stay much longer than that if he doesn’t want to.  He plays a song first, something easy and lighthearted that gets the crowd going, and he relishes in the attention it brings, though he does have to pull a few hands off of himself.  He doesn’t mind it too much, people tended to be drawn to him, he knew that well enough by now. But still, he found himself pulling away from grabby hands and heading towards the bar.

His manager is here tonight, but right now she’s flirting with someone at the end of the bar. He unashamedly takes a moment to watch the way she leans over the bar before he walks behind it, pouring himself a drink, three fingers worth of scotch. He’s just about to down it in one gulp when he spots a new patron, and well, he does own the place, he should probably take care of the customers.  “Well hello,” he greets, voice dripping with charm and too much flirtation for his own good. “what can I get you, tonight?”

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ONE MIGHT SAY that LUX acted as a second home of sorts for Jace. They wouldn’t be entirely wrong in that assumption, either. When not taking care of things on the security front, you could find the male tucked away in a corner of the club; dark eyes roaming the premises, consistently vigilant. After all, the establishment had been the point of his origin within the Berk-Morgan organisation. More so, he had Elias to thank for his position. It was far from rare to spy Elias lingering around LUX — it is his club, after all. Though, as always, Jace kept a keen eye on his friend; ensuring that both his safety and the elk of his company were of a satisfactory level.

     Having finished his shift at the door, Jace found himself situated at the bar, ordering a scotch only to down the contents in one. It was only when Elias breezed past him to take position behind the bar, his nature flirtatious as he addressed the woman on Jace's left, that a subtle grin split Jace's mouth. As the female sauntered off, joining her gathering of friends with shared, hushed giggles, his dark eyes were on his friend. “ You live for that kind of reaction, don't you? ” He inquired, his voice tinted with equal parts lightheartedness and jest. Then, in the following moment, he adopted a more serious tone. “ How have things been in here so far? ”

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MATILDA REED.

“Welcome to Me, Myself, and Pie, what can I get for you this morning?” Matilda trilled in a sweet voice almost automatically when she heard the bell above the front door to the bakery ring through the store. She wasn’t even facing it currently, deep in the task of slicing up a freshly baked trey of cinnamon swirls. “Do you want to hear about what we have special on the menu today, or are you here for something specific?” Once that was done she could set the sharp bread knife down to turn with a bright smile towards the new customer. Being in the bakery filled her with such joy there was no choice but for it to radiate genuinely through her eyes as well as her smile, more like a beam really. Maybe it was all the sugar in the air that gave her a boost of energy, or maybe it was just Millie, probably though it was a combination of both. @crystalcitystarters​

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WITH ITS PROXIMITY to Downtown, New Haven was an area Jace found himself inhabiting quite often. Having just clocked off from LUX, the first thing on his mind was a steaming hot mug of coffee. Far from being a stranger to sleep deprivation, a quick caffeine fix was part and parcel of his daily life lately. His journey brought him to Me, Myself and Pie; his tall stature sliding into a vacant stool alongside the counter. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher his pensive demeanour — the gloomy, melancholic nature practically radiating off of him now. It was the sudden feminine voice that plucked the male from his never-ending train of thoughts; his inky eyes lifting to settle upon her countenance. “ I'll have a coffee, thanks, ” he responded, the corners of his mouth lifting upward into a subtle smile. “ And sure, what are the specials? ” He hadn't necessarily paid much thought to food but the sweet scent of baked bread flooding his senses was enough to make his stomach churn with a distinct hunger.

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VICTORIA WARNER.

“You know, my favorite part of going to the bank is handing over a big wad of cash and them jokingly asking ‘are you a stripper or a drug dealer?’” Vic grinned, tucking a strand of brunette locks behind her ear. “And I just smile and say ‘both’ just to watch them try and figure out if I’m joking or not.”

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A BROW ARCHED, the faintest hint of mirth dancing across Jace's face. “ How professional of them to ask, ” he replied, evident sarcasm lacing his voice. “ Hasn't the idea of money laundering crossed their minds? If not, next time, switch it up and let them stew on that idea instead. ”

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❝ WIN BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOSE. ❞

ALL ABOUT JACE

NAME: Jace Torres GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him DATE OF BIRTH: January 2nd, 1986 BIRTH PLACE: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Downtown  OCCUPATION: Underboss FACE CLAIM: Peter Gadiot 

BIOGRAPHY

Trigger Warnings: Car Accident, Death, Domestic Violence, Drugs, Violence, Blades, Stabbing, Blood, and Murder.

Born into a world of tenderness and light, Jace’s arrival into this universe was a moderately placid one. The instant he opened his eyes to the world, he was a cherished and adored baby boy. This was how the young boy assumed his life would continue to play out: showered with affection and admiration, given endless love and support by both of his parents. With his father, Alexander, a renowned criminal lawyer and his mother, Katherine, an equally as esteemed neurosurgeon, the Torres family were respected, affluent and forefront in their community. Always hosting charity events, attending fancy galas, prominent figures at every fundraiser, the Torres’ seemed as normal as just about any aristocratic London-based family. One might just say that Jace was destined for greatness — primed for success. Of course, all eyes of the extended Torres family were on the boy, watching and waiting to see how his story would unfold. Would he follow his father’s footsteps? Or his mother’s? The idea of him paving his own path had failed to cross the minds of them all.

From a young age, Jace had been incredibly intelligent and adept, his keen perception proving to extremely surpass that of his age. He was able to captivate others with both his appearance and his capabilities. Those in his company hung off his every word, often discovering themselves enthralled by a charming and sincere young boy. Regardless of his family’s secured position in society and their abundance of riches, Jace never looked for much more than their approval and their devotion. It is perhaps this fact alone that makes the next chapter in his life one of those unbearable moments that seem to live on for the rest of eternity, an emotion so overwhelming that it lingers in your bones until the end of time — rattling them every so often to remind you of the pain. The tenth instalment in the story of Jace’s life is what he would nowadays refer to as the beginning of the end. All of the light and love that he had encountered throughout his life up until that point had only been leading him to the tragedy and devastation that would prevail from that day henceforth. The night that Jace had been sat down by his mother and told that his father had met his fatal end in a horrific car accident was the same night that Jace lost a piece of himself. A ten-year-old boy endured his first heartbreak then. And, unfortunately, the torment refused to cease. Jace’s existence prior to the horrendous atrocity that altered the very fabric of his nature endured for what would now seem to him a fleeting period in time. Yet, throughout those ten years of normalcy, every transient second aided in concocting the basis for all that was to come.

Within the span of a single year, Katherine had found herself in the clutches of what Jace would grow to describe as a vulture; a man of a lower class who latched onto his mother — leeching off her riches while abusing her in the process. Soon, this man, Nicholas Carmichael, became Jace’s stepfather and things only dipped further south afterwards. Nicholas drank copious amounts of liquor, ran around behind Katherine’s back, smacked at Jace for defending his mother and the list went on. He manipulated Katherine, made her pick a side, tore her relationship with Jace asunder. Nicholas was indeed an angry, offhand man who often resorted to acts of violence toward both Katherine and Jace. During this time, and within the blink of an eye, Jace turned hostile and indifferent. It was as if he had transformed into a polar opposite version of what he’d always been — metamorphosing into an alternate version of his old self. Once a sheltered child who knew nothing but warmth and consideration, Jace was soon neglected, discarded and left to fend for himself. It was enough to turn him into a colder, less vibrant boy who soon became void of emotion and attachment. He picked fights with his stepfather for the sheer kick he got out of it, rebelled against his mother and found his once soft heart hardening as a result of years of enduring torment at the hands of Nicholas.

Unfortunately for Jace, he’d stepped out of line one too many times and aged eleven, he found himself sent off to an all-boys boarding school. In one way, he was thankful to be shot of the horrid creature who claimed to be his stepfather. Yet, on the other hand, he spent sleepless nights worried about the mortality of his mother. All in all, though, his time spent in the educational facility was a positive one. He made friends, excelled in all of his classes and extracurriculars. For the years that Jace boarded at the school, his life seemed to be steering him down the right path. Once he graduated, he’d decided to follow the same path as his father: criminal law. He felt it was the right thing to do in order to honour his father. Jace wound up attending Oxford University where he resided in a dorm, visiting his mother on the weekends. However, as all good things do, they come to an end. In Jace’s case, his few years of bliss and contentedness arrived at a rather abrupt halt, taking a severe nosedive. He was nineteen when he learned of his mother’s passing and, ultimately, lost control of himself and of his path in life. He dropped out of university, moved back home and spent many months alone and aimless; desperate to find answers behind his mother’s suspicious death. Of course, Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t even had the decency to show his face at Katherine’s funeral. One thing was for sure, though: he’d walked off into the sunset with the Torres fortune, presumably never to be seen again. The details outlined in Katherine’s autopsy report had been vague and nobody seemed willing to help Jace in his search for answers. Though that did little to deter him from continuing to hunt for the truth behind his mother’s death. Without a shadow of doubt in his mind, Jace knew deep down that Nicholas had been responsible but with no evidence, the idea of justice being served seemed to drift further and further out of reach.

Eventually, after years of fighting and persisting with his mission, Jace was able to uncover concealed elements of Nicholas’ background. As it turned out, the man was involved in gang activity and played a prime roll in drug trafficking throughout the streets of London. Though, still failing to get his hands on any kind of proof of Nicholas’ involvement in Katherine’s murder, a twenty-three-year-old Jace began to ponder if he should continue down this road. Tracking down his stepfather had consumed Jace whole, rotting him from the insides out. For so long he’d been holding onto an immense amount of resentment and wrath that he’d become bitter, hostile and obsessed. He knew it would only end in disaster if he continued to cling onto his vendetta and so for the following year, Jace pressed pause on seeking the truth. At least, until he’d happened upon a new lead that indeed confirmed his assumptions about Nicholas’ role in Katherine’s death. This was the break that Jace had been desperate for — the fuel that added flames to the fire within his belly. With new information and a penchant for revenge, he set off on his previously abandoned purpose.

Admittedly, it had taken Jace months to successfully unearth the exact location of Nicholas and when he did, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the information. Still, he set off for New York City with plans of confronting the man. Part of Jace wanted nothing more than to make his stepfather suffer, to subject Nicholas to torture as appalling as what Katherine had undoubtedly endured. Another part of him wanted to reveal all the little details that he’d uncovered, to tell him he knew what he’d done and watch his stepfather wince in objection and pathetically string one faux apology after another. Neither of these scenarios played out in the end. Instead, Jace’s first encounter with Nicholas after all this time had an entirely different outcome than he’d anticipated. Managing to tail the older man to Lux, Jace decided to linger around outside in the hopes that Nicholas would make an appearance. As fate would have it, only a mere hour had passed and there he was, leaving the building alone; having been removed from the vicinity for hassling one of the dancers. As Nicholas made his way to the back of the club, Jace followed in the shadows. Stood at the edge of the establishment to watch his stepfather from afar, Jace considered the endless possibilities that had entered his mind the second he set eyes on the man who’d destroyed his life.

When Jace eventually approached his stepfather, the look that claimed Nicholas’ face was one of incalculable shock and Jace couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride in how his sheer presence brought about such dismay in the other man. He had to admit though, that it sent a strange twinge of nostalgia mixed together with dejection down the length of his spine. Jace had a collection of cruel words and obscenities he so desperately wanted to hurl the older man’s way. Alternatively, he opted for asking a question that had been haunting his warped mind for almost a decade. “Tell me, Nicholas. Why did you do it? Why did you murder my mother?” The inquiry almost made the other male tumble out of his shell even after he admitted that yes, he had been the one to end Katherine’s life and lacked even a shred of remorse. There was something in Nicholas’ blasé tone of voice that triggered an immediate rage deep within the pit of Jace’s stomach, bubbling and bubbling away, rising up and up until the only colour he could see was red and unfortunately for Nicholas, he was on the receiving end of Ross’ explosion. Moving in a flash, before he knew it, Jace was invading Nicholas’ personal space and the small blade he had been carrying was sunk into Nicholas’ abdomen.

Finally, once Jace had recoiled and his fists that had been balled into the fabric of Nicholas’ jacket eventually unfurled, his dark eyes took in the sight of the elder man’s towering figure collapse to the ground beneath him. Dropping his gaze to his hands, Jace noticed the way that the colour slowly began flowing back into his knuckles that had been white from the thin skin stretching tightly over the protruding bones. Flipping over his uncurled palms, Jace noted the way his hands trembled only marginally less than he expected they would be. It was the shrieking resonating in his ears that brought him to divert his attention toward Nicholas who was writhing around on the ground as a result of his suffering and loss of blood. Jace knew he had to get out of there — that he had to leave before he’d give anyone the chance to flock toward the screams and clap their eyes on his guilty face. As he backed away, watching the actions of his decision unfold, the feeling inside his gut was different than he imagined it would be. He had made the decision to kill Nicholas, there and then in the heat of the moment and it was a gradual and torturous death. A death inflicted by him deliberately, no matter the fact that it wasn’t premeditated. Lacking the desire to stick around and witness Nicholas’ final screech, Jace ran and before he even had the chance to allow any sort of repentance to seep into his body for what he’d just done, a gathering of men stepped out of a dark alleyway in front of him just footsteps away from the scene of the crime. There was something about the way in which they emerged from the darkness that caused Jace to immediately cease in his footfalls and as he briefly surveyed the area he realised there was nowhere left for him to run — there were too many of them and although he tried to fight them off, he was vastly outnumbered.

How Jace had managed to defend himself against the others, able to hold his own and give as good as he got, was beyond him. In the end, he pegged it down to sheer luck. Despite such a fluke, he was far from being out of the woods. Having witnessed the murder of Nicholas and how Jace had been able to stand his ground against the group, the eldest of the group of men had stepped forward to explain that he could use a young man of Jace’s stature and expertise. This was precisely how a then twenty-five-year-old Jace wound up entangled with the Berk-Morgan family. Initially, he was hired as a security for the same club that he’d slaughtered Nicholas outside of. After quite some time as an associate, he climbed the ladder and became a hitman for the family. Now thirty-four, with nine years of experience under his belt, Jace is worlds away from the man he used to be. A shell of the man he used to be. Simply put, Jace has resigned himself to the reality that happiness is never going to be an emotion he will feel in his heart. He is closed off and secluded. He is mysterious and holds everyone in his life at arm’s length, afraid to let them in; only permitting people to see what he wants them to see and know what he wants them to know. His life is full of a myriad of memories soaked in blood and torment. A plethora of crooked dealings and immoral acts. But this is his life now and he isn’t prepared to give up the good fight – not after everything he has gone through just to be exactly where he is right now. A fighter has always lived inside of Jace Torres.

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JACE ISAIAH TORRES  ⁏  thirty-four  ○  security for lux & elias morgan’s right hand man  ○  downtown.

❝ APOCALYPSE BOY, YOU WON’T DESTROY ALL YOU TOUCH. YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR DARKNESS AND MORE THAN THE DEATH YOU CARRY IN YOUR HANDS. ❞

⇨  aesthetics ⍮ the scent of fire and gasoline, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, an old punching bag in the corner of an old office, a towering figure shrouded in darkness as they linger in an empty church, bloodied noses and busted knuckles, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, black shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly smirk under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a 1967 chevy impala engine, & a crumpled, worn family photo stuffed inside a wallet.

ALOHA !!! waddup, angels ?? it’s me, back at it again with another character bcos i have zero self control so here i am !! i’ll save you all from having to put up with my pointless babbles and get straight into it. as always, pls feel free to hmu on ims or discord ( chrissie.#9606 ) for plots and connections !!

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name. jace isaiah torres.

current age. thirty-four.

birthday. january 2, 1986.

gender. cisgender male.

pronouns. he / him.

nationality. british.

religion. raised roman catholic but no longer practices.

hometown. knightsbridge, london, england.

past residence. oxford, oxfordshire, england.

current residence. downtown, crystal city, united states.

sexual orientation. heterosexual.

romantic orientation. heteroromantic.

education. attended oxford university for a year before dropping out due to his mother’s passing.

occupation. security at violet, & elias morgan’s right hand man.

CONNECTIONS.

birth mother. katherine torres. †

birth father. alexander torres. †

step-father. nicholas carmichael. †

full blood siblings. none.

step-siblings. none.

maternal grandmother. julia monroe. †

maternal grandfather. andrew monroe. †

paternal grandmother. elizabeth torres. †

paternal grandfather. michael torres. †

maternal aunts. none.

maternal uncles. peter monroe.

paternal aunts. lucilee monroe, & miranda monroe.

paternal uncles. benjamin torres.

PROFICIENCIES.

spoken languages. english, & spanish.

negative traits. cunning, unfeeling, arrogant, cynical, & temperamental.

positive traits. astute, debonair, adroit, resolute, & adept.

strengths. sophistication, etiquette, professionalism, resourcefulness, integrity, delegation, honest, strong-willed, responsible, calm, practical, & a jack-of-all-trades.

weaknesses. impulsive, hot-tempered, stubborn, insensitive, judgmental, & by the book.

skills. skilled with firearms and other weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, lock-picking, carjacking, knowledge of automobiles, knowledge of the law, tracking people down, & excellent critical thinking and problem-solving abilities.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, & marksmanship.

APPEARANCE.

eye colour. dark brown.

hair colour. dark brown.

height. six foot.

weight. 70 kg.

build. both tall and considerably broad, he is toned with an evident definition in his muscles.

scars. too many to count at this point.

tattoos. tba.

piercings. none.

glasses. n/a.

prominent feature. sharp, angular jawline.

MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac. capricorn.

element. earth.

house. gryffindor.

myers briggs type. istj-a.

alignment. true neutral.

enneagram. type five.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. linguistic.

character label. the opaque.

past mental disorders. post-traumatic stress disorder, insomnia, & alcohol abuse.

current mental disorders. mild post-traumatic stress disorder, & insomnia.

addictions. alcohol, & tobacco.

vices. lust, wrath, & pride.

virtues. temperance, charity, & diligence.

allergies. n/a.

diet. carnivore.

accent. british.

dominant hand. right.

blood type. ab positive.

felonies. none.

vehicle. black 1967 chevy impala.

BACKGROUND.

TRIGGERS. car accident, death, domestic violence, drugs, violence, blades, stabbing, blood, & murder.

Born into a world of tenderness and light, Jace's arrival into this universe was a moderately placid one. The instant he opened his eyes to the world, he was a cherished and adored baby boy. This was how the young boy assumed his life would continue to play out: showered with affection and admiration, given endless love and support by both of his parents. With his father, Alexander, a renowned criminal lawyer and his mother, Katherine, an equally as esteemed neurosurgeon, the Torres family were respected, affluent and forefront in their community. Always hosting charity events, attending fancy galas, prominent figures at every fundraiser, the Torres' seemed as normal as just about any aristocratic London-based family. One might just say that Jace was destined for greatness — primed for success. Of course, all eyes of the extended Torres family were on the boy, watching and waiting to see how his story would unfold. Would he follow his father’s footsteps? Or his mother’s? The idea of him paving his own path had failed to cross the minds of them all.

     From a young age, Jace had been incredibly intelligent and adept, his keen perception proving to extremely surpass that of his age. He was able to captivate others with both his appearance and his capabilities. Those in his company hung off his every word, often discovering themselves enthralled by a charming and sincere young boy. Regardless of his family’s secured position in society and their abundance of riches, Jace never looked for much more than their approval and their devotion. It is perhaps this fact alone that makes the next chapter in his life one of those unbearable moments that seem to live on for the rest of eternity, an emotion so overwhelming that it lingers in your bones until the end of time — rattling them every so often to remind you of the pain. The tenth instalment in the story of Jace’s life is what he would nowadays refer to as the beginning of the end. All of the light and love that he had encountered throughout his life up until that point had only been leading him to the tragedy and devastation that would prevail from that day henceforth. The night that Jace had been sat down by his mother and told that his father had met his fatal end in a horrific car accident was the same night that Jace lost a piece of himself. A ten-year-old boy endured his first heartbreak then. And, unfortunately, the torment refused to cease. Jace’s existence prior to the horrendous atrocity that altered the very fabric of his nature endured for what would now seem to him a fleeting period in time. Yet, throughout those ten years of normalcy, every transient second aided in concocting the basis for all that was to come.

     Within the span of a single year, Katherine had found herself in the clutches of what Jace would grow to describe as a vulture; a man of a lower class who latched onto his mother — leeching off her riches while abusing her in the process. Soon, this man, Nicholas Carmichael, became Jace’s stepfather and things only dipped further south afterwards. Nicholas drank copious amounts of liquor, ran around behind Katherine’s back, smacked at Jace for defending his mother and the list went on. He manipulated Katherine, made her pick a side, tore her relationship with Jace asunder. Nicholas was indeed an angry, offhand man who often resorted to acts of violence toward both Katherine and Jace. During this time, and within the blink of an eye, Jace turned hostile and indifferent. It was as if he had transformed into a polar opposite version of what he’d always been — metamorphosing into an alternate version of his old self. Once a sheltered child who knew nothing but warmth and consideration, Jace was soon neglected, discarded and left to fend for himself. It was enough to turn him into a colder, less vibrant boy who soon became void of emotion and attachment. He picked fights with his stepfather for the sheer kick he got out of it, rebelled against his mother and found his once soft heart hardening as a result of years of enduring torment at the hands of Nicholas.

     Unfortunately for Jace, he’d stepped out of line one too many times and aged eleven, he found himself sent off to an all-boys boarding school. In one way, he was thankful to be shot of the horrid creature who claimed to be his stepfather. Yet, on the other hand, he spent sleepless nights worried about the mortality of his mother. All in all, though, his time spent in the educational facility was a positive one. He made friends, excelled in all of his classes and extracurriculars. For the years that Jace boarded at the school, his life seemed to be steering him down the right path. Once he graduated, he’d decided to follow the same path as his father: criminal law. He felt it was the right thing to do in order to honour his father. Jace wound up attending Oxford University where he resided in a dorm, visiting his mother on the weekends. However, as all good things do, they come to an end. In Jace’s case, his few years of bliss and contentedness arrived at a rather abrupt halt, taking a severe nosedive. He was nineteen when he learned of his mother’s passing and, ultimately, lost control of himself and of his path in life. He dropped out of university, moved back home and spent many months alone and aimless; desperate to find answers behind his mother’s suspicious death. Of course, Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t even had the decency to show his face at Katherine’s funeral. One thing was for sure, though: he’d walked off into the sunset with the Torres fortune, presumably never to be seen again. The details outlined in Katherine’s autopsy report had been vague and nobody seemed willing to help Jace in his search for answers. Though that did little to deter him from continuing to hunt for the truth behind his mother’s death. Without a shadow of doubt in his mind, Jace knew deep down that Nicholas had been responsible but with no evidence, the idea of justice being served seemed to drift further and further out of reach.

     Eventually, after years of fighting and persisting with his mission, Jace was able to uncover concealed elements of Nicholas’ background. As it turned out, the man was involved in gang activity and played a prime roll in drug trafficking throughout the streets of London. Though, still failing to get his hands on any kind of proof of Nicholas’ involvement in Katherine’s murder, a twenty-three-year-old Jace began to ponder if he should continue down this road. Tracking down his stepfather had consumed Jace whole, rotting him from the insides out. For so long he’d been holding onto an immense amount of resentment and wrath that he’d become bitter, hostile and obsessed. He knew it would only end in disaster if he continued to cling onto his vendetta and so for the following year, Jace pressed pause on seeking the truth. At least, until he’d happened upon a new lead that indeed confirmed his assumptions about Nicholas’ role in Katherine’s death. This was the break that Jace had been desperate for — the fuel that added flames to the fire within his belly. With new information and a penchant for revenge, he set off on his previously abandoned purpose.

     Admittedly, it had taken Jace months to successfully unearth the exact location of Nicholas and when he did, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the information. Still, he set off for New York City with plans of confronting the man. Part of Jace wanted nothing more than to make his stepfather suffer, to subject Nicholas to torture as appalling as what Katherine had undoubtedly endured. Another part of him wanted to reveal all the little details that he’d uncovered, to tell him he knew what he’d done and watch his stepfather wince in objection and pathetically string one faux apology after another. Neither of these scenarios played out in the end. Instead, Jace’s first encounter with Nicholas after all this time had an entirely different outcome than he’d anticipated. Managing to tail the older man to Lux, Jace decided to linger around outside in the hopes that Nicholas would make an appearance. As fate would have it, only a mere hour had passed and there he was, leaving the building alone; having been removed from the vicinity for hassling one of the dancers. As Nicholas made his way to the back of the club, Jace followed in the shadows. Stood at the edge of the establishment to watch his stepfather from afar, Jace considered the endless possibilities that had entered his mind the second he set eyes on the man who’d destroyed his life.

     When Jace eventually approached his stepfather, the look that claimed Nicholas’ face was one of incalculable shock and Jace couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride in how his sheer presence brought about such dismay in the other man. He had to admit though, that it sent a strange twinge of nostalgia mixed together with dejection down the length of his spine. Jace had a collection of cruel words and obscenities he so desperately wanted to hurl the older man’s way. Alternatively, he opted for asking a question that had been haunting his warped mind for almost a decade. “Tell me, Nicholas. Why did you do it? Why did you murder my mother?” The inquiry almost made the other male tumble out of his shell even after he admitted that yes, he had been the one to end Katherine’s life and lacked even a shred of remorse. There was something in Nicholas’ blasé tone of voice that triggered an immediate rage deep within the pit of Jace’s stomach, bubbling and bubbling away, rising up and up until the only colour he could see was red and unfortunately for Nicholas, he was on the receiving end of Ross’ explosion. Moving in a flash, before he knew it, Jace was invading Nicholas’ personal space and the small blade he had been carrying was sunk into Nicholas’ abdomen.

     Finally, once Jace had recoiled and his fists that had been balled into the fabric of Nicholas’ jacket eventually unfurled, his dark eyes took in the sight of the elder man’s towering figure collapse to the ground beneath him. Dropping his gaze to his hands, Jace noticed the way that the colour slowly began flowing back into his knuckles that had been white from the thin skin stretching tightly over the protruding bones. Flipping over his uncurled palms, Jace noted the way his hands trembled only marginally less than he expected they would be. It was the shrieking resonating in his ears that brought him to divert his attention toward Nicholas who was writhing around on the ground as a result of his suffering and loss of blood. Jace knew he had to get out of there — that he had to leave before he’d give anyone the chance to flock toward the screams and clap their eyes on his guilty face. As he backed away, watching the actions of his decision unfold, the feeling inside his gut was different than he imagined it would be. He had made the decision to kill Nicholas, there and then in the heat of the moment and it was a gradual and torturous death. A death inflicted by him deliberately, no matter the fact that it wasn’t premeditated. Lacking the desire to stick around and witness Nicholas’ final screech, Jace ran and before he even had the chance to allow any sort of repentance to seep into his body for what he’d just done, a gathering of men stepped out of a dark alleyway in front of him just footsteps away from the scene of the crime. There was something about the way in which they emerged from the darkness that caused Jace to immediately cease in his footfalls and as he briefly surveyed the area he realised there was nowhere left for him to run — there were too many of them and although he tried to fight them off, he was vastly outnumbered.

     How Jace had managed to defend himself against the others, able to hold his own and give as good as he got, was beyond him. In the end, he pegged it down to sheer luck. Despite such a fluke, he was far from being out of the woods. Having witnessed the murder of Nicholas and how Jace had been able to stand his ground against the group, the eldest of the group of men had stepped forward to explain that he could use a young man of Jace’s stature and expertise. This was precisely how a then twenty-five-year-old Jace wound up entangled with the Berk-Morgan family. Initially, he was hired as a security for the same club that he’d slaughtered Nicholas outside of. After quite some time as an associate, he befriended Elias Morgan; soon becoming a confidant and someone the other trusted. Of course, the trust was mutual. And this has brought him into the position of becoming Elias’ right hand man. Now thirty-four, with nine years of experience under his belt, Jace is worlds away from the man he used to be. A shell of the man he used to be. Simply put, Jace has resigned himself to the reality that happiness is never going to be an emotion he will feel in his heart. He is closed off and secluded. He is mysterious and holds everyone in his life at arm’s length, afraid to let them in; only permitting people to see what he wants them to see and know what he wants them to know. His life is full of a myriad of memories soaked in blood and torment. A plethora of crooked dealings and immoral acts. But this is his life now and he isn’t prepared to give up the good fight – not after everything he has gone through just to be exactly where he is right now. A fighter has always lived inside of Jace Torres.

WANTED PLOTS.

give me all of the connections from friends, frenemies, enemies, hookups, exes, rivals and everything else in between. added bonus if there’s angst or drama. if you have anything in mind feel free to throw it at me, i’m open to the majority of things and have zero triggers so come at me bro !!

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He smokes so much it is as if he is turning himself into ash

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr (via xmusiings)

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“He was a boy once. Never forget, he had a family that loved him, he had a mother and a father. Even if he is a monster now, remember that he was loved, and he loved in return.”

— He was a boy once (via adreamersmusings)

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