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julianacapulets · 5 years

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✧ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ✧

“The end of the melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end, it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” — Friedrich Nietzche

PART I.

Juliets were made for balconies, and February eighteenth found Juliana Capulet stood at the alabaster lip of her own, dark eyes unveiled to skirt over the sea of paramours walking the streets of fair Verona, and none of them her own. None who know her, and none to whom she could belong to. The Capulet heiress stood at the helm, like a captain of a ship, or only a tender girl plagued by loneliness – utterly, entirely alone. Her inhale was sharp—as it was, always. When she focused, she forgot to breathe, at least until her lungs burned in protest, in searing reminder. Her lashes lowered, her lids squeezed, tightly: it’s like slamming a window shut, end meeting pane scornfully. Yet it wasn’t scorn that coursed, potently, through Juliana’s bloodstream that day, that moment.

The perfume in the air was pungent, the floral decadence in ode to Saint Valentine, supposedly. An ode to Damiano Montague’s ego might be more accurate, but she digressed. Nevertheless, an inhale was all it took. Roses, the woman-girl knew. She knew without looking.

Quiet, calm—as if she is the bystander, not the host—Juliana diagnosed the heaviness of her lids, of her soul & her heart, as a melancholy teetering on nostalgia, engulfing her with a pressure that wasn’t quite crushing, wasn’t quite warm. Her fingers were curled around the railing, the wrought-iron blooms pressing indentations into fragile palms. She didn’t realise, not until her eyes were once more open, until her gaze dropped to blanched fists: she was shaking.

Roses, roses, roses; there were only ever so many at a wedding – or at a funeral.

PART II.

Shell-casing & shrapnel rained. The same shaking hands throttled the weapon so desperately clutched between her fingers. A machine that propagates death held onto for dear life; there was a terrible irony here, was there not? There were two choices. There were only two choices. She could either shoot, or she could not. But that wasn’t true, either, was it? Didn’t she ask a third option of the towering blonde on the other side of the column? Shoot to disarm or distract, not wound, not fatally. Didn’t she ask it of Katarina Du Pont as Juliet, not Juliana? Had the plea not been as good as an order?

For a moment in time, Juliana could no longer hear the shots firing all around the room, bullets ricocheting, left, right, and centre. She couldn’t hear anything anymore, nothing besides the hard, deafening beat of her own heart, pounding in her ears, loud as a war song. It sounded like heavy footsteps, and then, just as quick, it sounded like a scream. It sounded like a scream, but it tasted like blood—and the blood was never hers. Shell-casing & shrapnel: she heard them, knew that on the other side of the column, there was blood.

She knew that the blood was always theirs, her Capulets. It was always them, spilling their blood and risking their lives, whilst she stood, always on the sidelines, useless.

“Defend them,” came a murmur. Or was it a prayer?

Juliet stepped out from behind the makeshift barricade. Hands still, finger trigger-ready. Her eyes as dark as a prophecy of the night’s impending unraveling. They caught on a flash of bolstering blonde in their periphery, and her gun joined the bloody orchestra, playing like the rest of them.

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—a scream. It was a sound that chilled her to the bone and would later haunt her, the scream of Juliana Capulet. Between both physical and verbal rows, it would seem a certain charge of hers had snuck past, and Katarina’s head turned sharply at the sound– past marble columns, past ballroom doors, to Juliana. Juliana. Whether it was desperation or anger, love or duty that fueled her next, a hard knee to her opponent’s gut had her moving faster than before, reclaiming her Beretta from the ground. “This isn’t over–”

She barreled her way towards the brunette she’d been ordered to keep safe, careened through the air as proiettile di Volumina – but, she was a weapon triggered too late, blindly following the sound that chilled her heart from the volatile inferno that accompanied a battle of fists. La principessa was within sight, not a dozen yards away and she’d seen it: that movement forward into the doorway of the ballroom, those few steps in the shocked atmosphere of battle to hear such a horrible heartbreaking wail escape from a woman’s mouth. Then: A shot loosed from a weapon that was not her own met her ears.

Too late, Katarina’s heartbeat roared in her ears. Too late, too late, too late-- Her heart declared each venomous cry in beat as she sprinted towards the younger woman fearing the worst. The way that Juliana’s body had violently jerked in response to the gunshot said everything the blonde had needed to know. Months ago, it had been Don Capulet. Now, his daughter-- their future-- Katherine’s charge, Katarina’s friend had a bullet torn into her body-- Too late, her mind howled. But, once the Capulet bullet had been loosed from its chamber, there was no stopping her; and, as the blonde came from the side of the entryway her arm was outstretched to wrap protectively around Juliana’s midsection to pull her away, to shield her, she finally spared a glance into the ballroom.

Rafaella–

Was not who she had been ordered to protect. The woman was their consigliera, and Matthias Warren would receive what was due to him. However, she had to get Juliana out of danger. Katherine needed to defend her life, had to do her duty. With her free hand, her gun came up to fire at the Montague who had shot at Juliana. Three shots, both shoulders and the hand that held the gun. There was no clean shot at Warren, not in the four heartbeats since she’d reached la principessa, not in the three and a half seconds she’d assessed the situation with the cutting authority of Carabinieri Lieutenant Du Pont and not Katarina. “We need to go–” A command, not a request tumbled from her lips, urgent as she attempted to pull her behind the entryway and out of another bullet’s line of sight, hand stained red from the blood that seeped from the younger woman’s wound.

“– Volumina, she’s been hit!” Help me save her, her words seemed to yowl. Their conversation days ago, just before she’d spent an afternoon with Juliana seemed to find its influence here now. Katarina Du Pont had lost Delphine Cloutier; but, Katherine would not lose Juliana Capulet. Not when they both wanted the same thing: a better Verona for the people they loved. She would not fail, and her yell called for the older woman to help her move the youngest of them to safety. “Her shoulder–” They needed to put pressure on it, get her to the hospital or she’d run the risk of bleeding out. “Juliana, please, we need to move--”

•••

Power was to be in the middle of a battlefield, defended by her allies, untouched by her adversaries.

Power was in extolling vengeance, in depriving Alexander Rallis of air in the same way he had done her, when a near-fatal wound had her choking on her own lifeblood backstage of the theatre in December.

Power was feeling each frantic beat of the Montague’s carotids, right beneath her fingers. And squeezing harder, and harder still...

Power was not losing one of their greatest chess pieces in the maelstrom.

Yet one minute Rafaella was there, fighting alongside herself and Lucrezia – the next, she was in Matthias’ grip, as surely as Alexander is within her own. Fear filled Vivianne’s eyes as she she stared at the glinting knife the Montague barred against the Capulet’s throat. Rafaella’s curls bounced back as she strained to avoid the serrated edge, and briefly, Vivianne recalled the press of those same tendrils against her cheek, when the young woman threw herself into her arms at the hospital, only two months prior. Not just a Capulet, not just their adviser, but her fiamma feroce. Her fierce flame. It was enough for love to briefly eclipse hatred, for Volumnia to reluctantly release her most reviled rival in order to reach for her gun, raising it quickly to target Matthias through its barrel. “Liberala.” Release her. She didn’t recognise the animal fury in her former friend’s eyes, didn’t know what vendetta he had against Rafaella that caused him to ignore even her own sovereign words.

“Malcolm –”

It was then she heard Juliana’s scream, her attention instantly diverted to the heiress who had come upon them, and fallen down the rabbit-hole to Hell. By the time she turned back to Matthias, he was already retreating with Rafaella in tow, putting Montague soldiers between them as her bullets rained down; catching, not on the Captain, but the collateral damage he’d tossed in her path instead. Her mind was as divided as her targets, keenly aware—with pulsing, nauseating whorl—of Juliana’s vulnerable presence only a few meagre feet away. She’d be damned before the girl was used against her once more, before another Montague was foolish enough to mistake la principessa for a mere bargaining chip, to be bled and discarded at will.

And then it happened.

She heard another cry erupt from the heiress, the multitones of surprise indicating that she’d been hurt. There were too many bodies between then; the Underboss couldn’t see her, but she spotted the Carabinieri bolting towards Juliana with single-minded purpose. And she was relieved for Katarina, relieved that she needn’t remind the bodyguard of her priorities. Instead, she continued fighting, until the path temporarily cleared, bloodthirsty resolve doubling with each body that hit the ground – until, finally, Vivianne reached them.

She knelt down to assess the extent of Juliana’s injury, but did not plead with the girl as the soldier did. Instead, her voice rang out a command, the doting concern with which she normally addressed the heiress with temporarily replaced with steel-spined authority. “Mantieni la pressione sulla tua ferita, Juliana.” Keep pressure on your wound, “non fermarti se non lo senti dalle mie labbra!” Don’t stop unless you hear it from my lips.

There was no time to argue, and no time to count their losses either. She hoisted Juliana up in her arms, as best as she could, taking care to avoid hurting her further.

“Andiamo, Katherine. Cover me,” she added to the lieutenant, rising to her feet. “Let’s get her out of here.”

PART III.

She always expected a scream. After the gun went off like a judge’s gavel—BANG!—after the bullet pierced flesh... before the blood, before the end. In films, as the body hit the ground with a harsh breath, the quivering gasp, all they ever were was winded. She’d gone off on so many indignant rants, hadn’t she? About poor direction and lazy acting, about a lack of realism, and on and on? And in the life she’d inherited a mere three years ago... Juliana hadn’t paid it any mind, each time one of them had been wounded – hadn’t been able to. Perhaps she blocked it out? People did that with trauma, she knew, when it was too much and too hard, when it was unbearable. The theory had merit. Though, the nights lost to the sour wet of Vivianne’s blood on her hands, too much blood out where Rallis had wounded her negated it. Was the repression conditional on the basis of weaponry? Guns versus blades? Juliana supposed it didn’t matter anymore. No, it did not matter at all.

As it turned out, it wasn’t bad film-making. It wasn’t trauma overshadowing the event. She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream, she wanted to never stop screaming: Please, please, please, please, please –

But she couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t breathe. She could feel the blood, warm and slick. She could feel strong arms around her, the racing pulse, the ragged breaths. The curtains came down on another blood-stained in Verona, with crimson velvet traded in for glistening, fluttering ribbons in black sweeping across Juliana Capulet’s vision. Her hands reached as her heart pled: RAFAELLA. WE CAN’T LEAVE HER. WE CAN’T LEAVE HER, I WON’T, I CAN’T – PLEASE! Please –

Her mind numbed, cooled. Her body could feel it; they moved farther away, they left her. They left her. Juliana left her.

Her lungs strained, oxygen sneaking into her system in whisper-thin tendrils, desperately, burning. The smell was unbearable: roses & blood.

Roses.

– It would be a funeral, then.

#x. bloom #guns tw #blood tw #date: 18.2.19.#act ii; scene ii.#with: katarina du pont.#with: vivianne sloane.#with: rafaella capulet.#{ ooc: okay folks so this one is an important one & i'm about to hit the GC up for plots regarding it #but i really absolutely could not have done this without vic & lina just being truly incredible #and lending me viv & kat and their gorgeous words and helping me so hard #thanks for reading! love you }

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wikitopx · 5 years

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Here are the top 500 baby name meaning!

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1. Top 500 baby name meaning

Rank Male name Female name 1 Liam Emma 2 Noah Olivia 3 William Ava 4 James Isabella 5 Oliver Sophia 6 Benjamin Charlotte 7 Elijah Mia 8 Lucas Amelia 9 Mason Harper 10 Logan Evelyn 11 Alexander Abigail 12 Ethan Emily 13 Jacob Elizabeth 14 Michael Mila 15 Daniel Ella 16 Henry Avery 17 Jackson Sofia 18 Sebastian Camila 19 Aiden Aria 20 Matthew Scarlett 21 Samuel Victoria 22 David Madison 23 Joseph Luna 24 Carter Grace 25 Owen Chloe 26 Wyatt Penelope 27 John Layla 28 Jack Riley 29 Luke Zoey 30 Jayden Nora 31 Dylan Lily 32 Grayson Eleanor 33 Levi Hannah 34 Isaac Lillian 35 Gabriel Addison 36 Julian Aubrey 37 Mateo Ellie 38 Anthony Stella 39 Jaxon Natalie 40 Lincoln Zoe 41 Joshua Leah 42 Christopher Hazel 43 Andrew Violet 44 Theodore Aurora 45 Caleb Savannah 46 Ryan Audrey 47 Asher Brooklyn 48 Nathan Bella 49 Thomas Claire 50 Leo Skylar 51 Isaiah Lucy 52 Charles Paisley 53 Josiah Everly 54 Hudson Anna 55 Christian Caroline 56 Hunter Nova 57 Connor Genesis 58 Eli Emilia 59 Ezra Kennedy 60 Aaron Samantha 61 Landon Maya 62 Adrian Willow 63 Jonathan Kinsley 64 Nolan Naomi 65 Jeremiah Aaliyah 66 Easton Elena 67 Elias Sarah 68 Colton Ariana 69 Cameron Allison 70 Carson Gabriella 71 Robert Alice 72 Angel Madelyn 73 Maverick Cora 74 Nicholas Ruby 75 Dominic Eva 76 Jaxson Serenity 77 Greyson Autumn 78 Adam Adeline 79 Ian Hailey 80 Austin Gianna 81 Santiago Valentina 82 Jordan Isla 83 Cooper Eliana 84 Brayden Quinn 85 Roman Nevaeh 86 Evan Ivy 87 Ezekiel Sadie 88 Xavier Piper 89 Jose Lydia 90 Jace Alexa 91 Jameson Josephine 92 Leonardo Emery 93 Bryson Julia 94 Axel Delilah 95 Everett Arianna 96 Parker Vivian 97 Kayden Kaylee 98 Miles Sophie 99 Sawyer Brielle 100 Jason Madeline 101 Declan Peyton 102 Weston Rylee 103 Micah Clara 104 Ayden Hadley 105 Wesley Melanie 106 Luca Mackenzie 107 Vincent Reagan 108 Damian Adalynn 109 Zachary Liliana 110 Silas Aubree 111 Gavin Jade 112 Chase Katherine 113 Kai Isabelle 114 Emmett Natalia 115 Harrison Raelynn 116 Nathaniel Maria 117 Kingston Athena 118 Cole Ximena 119 Tyler Arya 120 Bennett Leilani 121 Bentley Taylor 122 Ryker Faith 123 Tristan Rose 124 Brandon Kylie 125 Kevin Alexandra 126 Luis Mary 127 George Margaret 128 Ashton Lyla 129 Rowan Ashley 130 Braxton Amaya 131 Ryder Eliza 132 Gael Brianna 133 Ivan Bailey 134 Diego Andrea 135 Maxwell Khloe 136 Max Jasmine 137 Carlos Melody 138 Kaiden Iris 139 Juan Isabel 140 Maddox Norah 141 Justin Annabelle 142 Waylon Valeria 143 Calvin Emerson 144 Giovanni Adalyn 145 Jonah Ryleigh 146 Abel Eden 147 Jayce Emersyn 148 Jesus Anastasia 149 Amir Kayla 150 King Alyssa 151 Beau Juliana 152 Camden Charlie 153 Alex Esther 154 Jasper Ariel 155 Malachi Cecilia 156 Brody Valerie 157 Jude Alina 158 Blake Molly 159 Emmanuel Reese 160 Eric Aliyah 161 Brooks Lilly 162 Elliot Parker 163 Antonio Finley 164 Abraham Morgan 165 Timothy Sydney 166 Finn Jordyn 167 Rhett Eloise 168 Elliott Trinity 169 Edward Daisy 170 August Kimberly 171 Xander Lauren 172 Alan Genevieve 173 Dean Sara 174 Lorenzo Arabella 175 Bryce Harmony 176 Karter Elise 177 Victor Remi 178 Milo Teagan 179 Miguel Alexis 180 Hayden London 181 Graham Sloane 182 Grant Laila 183 Zion Lucia 184 Tucker Diana 185 Jesse Juliette 186 Zayden Sienna 187 Joel Elliana 188 Richard Londyn 189 Patrick Ayla 190 Emiliano Callie 191 Avery Gracie 192 Nicolas Josie 193 Brantley Amara 194 Dawson Jocelyn 195 Myles Daniela 196 Matteo Everleigh 197 River Mya 198 Steven Rachel 199 Thiago Summer 200 Zane Alana 201 Matias Brooke 202 Judah Alaina 203 Messiah Mckenzie 204 Jeremy Catherine 205 Preston Amy 206 Oscar Presley 207 Kaleb Journee 208 Alejandro Rosalie 209 Marcus Ember 210 Mark Brynlee 211 Peter Rowan 212 Maximus Joanna 213 Barrett Paige 214 Jax Rebecca 215 Andres Ana 216 Holden Sawyer 217 Legend Mariah 218 Charlie Nicole 219 Knox Brooklynn 220 Kaden Payton 221 Paxton Marley 222 Kyrie Fiona 223 Kyle Georgia 224 Griffin Lila 225 Josue Harley 226 Kenneth Adelyn 227 Beckett Alivia 228 Enzo Noelle 229 Adriel Gemma 230 Arthur Vanessa 231 Felix Journey 232 Bryan Makayla 233 Lukas Angelina 234 Paul Adaline 235 Brian Catalina 236 Colt Alayna 237 Caden Julianna 238 Leon Leila 239 Archer Lola 240 Omar Adriana 241 Israel June 242 Aidan Juliet 243 Theo Jayla 244 Javier River 245 Remington Tessa 246 Jaden Lia 247 Bradley Dakota 248 Emilio Delaney 249 Colin Selena 250 Riley Blakely 251 Cayden Ada 252 Phoenix Camille 253 Clayton Zara 254 Simon Malia 255 Ace Hope 256 Nash Samara 257 Derek Vera 258 Rafael Mckenna 259 Zander Briella 260 Brady Izabella 261 Jorge Hayden 262 Jake Raegan 263 Louis Michelle 264 Damien Angela 265 Karson Ruth 266 Walker Freya 267 Maximiliano Kamila 268 Amari Vivienne 269 Sean Aspen 270 Chance Olive 271 Walter Kendall 272 Martin Elaina 273 Finley Thea 274 Andre Kali 275 Tobias Destiny 276 Cash Amiyah 277 Corbin Evangeline 278 Arlo Cali 279 Iker Blake 280 Erick Elsie 281 Emerson Juniper 282 Gunner Alexandria 283 Cody Myla 284 Stephen Ariella 285 Francisco Kate 286 Killian Mariana 287 Dallas Lilah 288 Reid Charlee 289 Manuel Daleyza 290 Lane Nyla 291 Atlas Jane 292 Rylan Maggie 293 Jensen Zuri 294 Ronan Aniyah 295 Beckham Lucille 296 Daxton Leia 297 Anderson Melissa 298 Kameron Adelaide 299 Raymond Amina 300 Orion Giselle 301 Cristian Lena 302 Tanner Camilla 303 Kyler Miriam 304 Jett Millie 305 Cohen Brynn 306 Ricardo Gabrielle 307 Spencer Sage 308 Gideon Annie 309 Ali Logan 310 Fernando Lilliana 311 Jaiden Haven 312 Titus Jessica 313 Travis Kaia 314 Bodhi Magnolia 315 Eduardo Amira 316 Dante Adelynn 317 Ellis Makenzie 318 Prince Stephanie 319 Kane Nina 320 Luka Phoebe 321 Kash Arielle 322 Hendrix Evie 323 Desmond Lyric 324 Donovan Alessandra 325 Mario Gabriela 326 Atticus Paislee 327 Cruz Raelyn 328 Garrett Madilyn 329 Hector Paris 330 Angelo Makenna 331 Jeffrey Kinley 332 Edwin Gracelyn 333 Cesar Talia 334 Zayn Maeve 335 Devin Rylie 336 Conor Kiara 337 Warren Evelynn 338 Odin Brinley 339 Jayceon Jacqueline 340 Romeo Laura 341 Julius Gracelynn 342 Jaylen Lexi 343 Hayes Ariah 344 Kayson Fatima 345 Muhammad Jennifer 346 Jaxton Kehlani 347 Joaquin Alani 348 Caiden Ariyah 349 Dakota Luciana 350 Major Allie 351 Keegan Heidi 352 Sergio Maci 353 Marshall Phoenix 354 Johnny Felicity 355 Kade Joy 356 Edgar Kenzie 357 Leonel Veronica 358 Ismael Margot 359 Marco Addilyn 360 Tyson Lana 361 Wade Cassidy 362 Collin Remington 363 Troy Saylor 364 Nasir Ryan 365 Conner Keira 366 Adonis Harlow 367 Jared Miranda 368 Rory Angel 369 Andy Amanda 370 Jase Daniella 371 Lennox Royalty 372 Shane Gwendolyn 373 Malik Ophelia 374 Ari Heaven 375 Reed Jordan 376 Seth Madeleine 377 Clark Esmeralda 378 Erik Kira 379 Lawson Miracle 380 Trevor Elle 381 Gage Amari 382 Nico Danielle 383 Malakai Daphne 384 Quinn Willa 385 Cade Haley 386 Johnathan Gia 387 Sullivan Kaitlyn 388 Solomon Oakley 389 Cyrus Kailani 390 Fabian Winter 391 Pedro Alicia 392 Frank Serena 393 Shawn Nadia 394 Malcolm Aviana 395 Khalil Demi 396 Nehemiah Jada 397 Dalton Braelynn 398 Mathias Dylan 399 Jay Ainsley 400 Ibrahim Alison 401 Peyton Camryn 402 Winston Avianna 403 Kason Bianca 404 Zayne Skyler 405 Noel Scarlet 406 Princeton Maddison 407 Matthias Nylah 408 Gregory Sarai 409 Sterling Regina 410 Dominick Dahlia 411 Elian Nayeli 412 Grady Raven 413 Russell Helen 414 Finnegan Adrianna 415 Ruben Averie 416 Gianni Skye 417 Porter Kelsey 418 Kendrick Tatum 419 Leland Kensley 420 Pablo Maliyah 421 Allen Erin 422 Hugo Viviana 423 Raiden Jenna 424 Kolton Anaya 425 Remy Carolina 426 Ezequiel Shelby 427 Damon Sabrina 428 Emanuel Mikayla 429 Zaiden Annalise 430 Otto Octavia 431 Bowen Lennon 432 Marcos Blair 433 Abram Carmen 434 Kasen Yaretzi 435 Franklin Kennedi 436 Royce Mabel 437 Jonas Zariah 438 Sage Kyla 439 Philip Christina 440 Esteban Selah 441 Drake Celeste 442 Kashton Eve 443 Roberto Mckinley 444 Harvey Milani 445 Alexis Frances 446 Kian Jimena 447 Jamison Kylee 448 Maximilian Leighton 449 Adan Katie 450 Milan Aitana 451 Phillip Kayleigh 452 Albert Sierra 453 Dax Kathryn 454 Mohamed Rosemary 455 Ronin Jolene 456 Kamden Alondra 457 Hank Elisa 458 Memphis Helena 459 Oakley Charleigh 460 Augustus Hallie 461 Drew Lainey 462 Moises Avah 463 Armani Jazlyn 464 Rhys Kamryn 465 Benson Mira 466 Jayson Cheyenne 467 Kyson Francesca 468 Braylen Antonella 469 Corey Wren 470 Gunnar Chelsea 471 Omari Amber 472 Alonzo Emory 473 Landen Lorelei 474 Armando Nia 475 Derrick Abby 476 Dexter April 477 Enrique Emelia 478 Bruce Carter 479 Nikolai Aylin 480 Francis Cataleya 481 Rocco Bethany 482 Kairo Marlee 483 Royal Carly 484 Zachariah Kaylani 485 Arjun Emely 486 Deacon Liana 487 Skyler Madelynn 488 Eden Cadence 489 Alijah Matilda 490 Rowen Sylvia 491 Pierce Myra 492 Uriel Fernanda 493 Ronald Oaklyn 494 Luciano Elianna 495 Tate Hattie 496 Frederick Dayana 497 Kieran Kendra 498 Lawrence Maisie 499 Moses Malaysia 500 Rodrigo Kara

2. Meaning of name "Liam" and "Emma"

Liam:

Liam's name is the name of a boy of Irish origin meaning "resolute protection".

Liam originated as the nickname of Uilliam, the Irish variant of William. William is an English name from German origin brought to Ireland when the British fled England after the conquest of Norman.

The Irish began to use English names, including William, which led to the development of Uilliam and its short form, Liam.

Liam is the top US boy's name for 2018, joining the elite group of names to top the list. Liam started out as a short form of William but has long stood on his own and for several years has become one of the most popular baby names for boys.

Now it is the fastest-growing Irish name in the United States, first entering the Top 10 in 2012 and before climbing to No. 1, holding No. 2 for four consecutive years.

Emma:

Initially, a short form of the German name beginning with the ermen element meaning "whole" or "universal". It was introduced to England by Emma of Normandy, who was the wife of King Ethelred II (and by him the mother of Edward the Confession) and later King Canute.

After the Norman conquest, this name became popular in England. It was revived in the 18th century, perhaps in part because of a poem by Henry Prior Henry and Emma (1709). In the United States, it ranked third in 1880 (after Mary and Anna were omnipresent).

It declined steadily over the next century, beginning another rise in the 1980s and eventually becoming the most popular name for girls in 2008.

At this time it also experienced similar levels of popularity elsewhere, including the United Kingdom (where it began rising a decade earlier), Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Scandinavia, and the Netherlands.

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tomassabello · 5 years

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🎬Troilus & Malcolm, Scene I

Date: January 16th, 2019. Time: 4:45pm Place: University of Verona Availability: Closed to @matthiaswarren

The macabre events at Il Teatro Nuovo that had transpired a month ago were still weighing on most people’s minds, and Tomas was no exception. He hadn’t been in attendance that night, but Celeste was, and for all her efforts to protect Roman (always Roman), she’d gotten herself injured by some Capulet hell-hound named Regan. It was the second time in as many months that his wife had been hurt in the name of politics, and the normally quiescent man was livid. How could he possibly keep his family safe when her line of work mocked his attempts, time and time again? Please don’t say it, he’d told her, rubbing aloe vera gently over her bruises. It’s worth it, she’d replied, and that familiar ache bloomed in his heart again.

It was all he could think of, even now; jolted back into the present as students stood up all around him and Matthias Warren dismissed his class. His eyes settled on the professor as he began gathering his things, and a nagging question began forming in his mind as the auditorium emptied. He waited until the very last student had left before approaching the man at the front of the room. “Professor, do you have a minute? I’m having trouble wrapping my head around some of this stuff, and I’m thinking you’re the best person to talk to.”

“Happy New Year by the way,” Tomas added customarily. “Hope you were given time-off to enjoy the break.” The events at Il Teatro had certainly put a damper on the holiday season. He wondered if Dr. Warren felt the same way... Or whether - like the war generals he covered in his military lectures - he thrived on the chaos just the same.

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#Malcolm: Scene I #starring: Matthias

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diveronarpg · 5 years

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with HARRIET D’ANGELO, who is THIRTY-FIVE years old. She is often called HERMIONE and is NEUTRAL. She uses SHE/HER pronouns.

TW: DEATH

When a PRINCESS is born, we all know how the story goes. She grows up in a castle that reaches up to the peaks of Heaven, with all that she desires at the tip of a bejeweled finger and the entirety of the world posed outside a gold-plated window; conquered and left for the taking. The princess embraces it all as she leads a happy, star-streaked childhood – but then she flourishes into cynical adulthood, and happiness becomes nothing more than a myth. Her castle in the skies turns into a prison buried within the depths of the earth, and the world outside her window becomes nothing more than an unattainable dream. And then the rest of her journey fades into a haze of rebellion and rage – because it can’t possibly end any other way, could it? Stories like these are abound in cities like Verona. You can almost see their scripts written over blood-soaked cobblestones and drawn across dusty, boarded up windows. And so, it’s only natural for one to FORESEE this story and claim to know how it unfolds without even sparing its text a glance. But there could be no greater mistake when it comes to the story of Harriet D’Angelo for it is not one that speaks of princesses and dragons and noble heroes. It simply speaks of a girl who loved and lost and LIVED to tell her own tale.

Harriet wasn’t born a princess, and she didn’t grow up in a castle – but she certainly came close. The D’Angelo family was not in the ruling class towards which the likes of the Du Ponts and the Vernons belonged, but it was esteemed in its own right. And so, Harriet received the BLISSFUL upbringing that could be expected for any child born onto the glamorous, gleaming pedestal of aristocracy. She received the greatest education, dressed in the finest silks, and hovered within the brightest social circles. However, while some would fill themselves up with such blessings until they reached the pinnacle of gluttony, Harriet merely took what was enough and looked no further. She possessed an uncanny sense of HUMILITY, despite being born to a mother who hungered for influence and a father who thrived on the opinions of others. Her eyes never sharpened with disdain as she looked up at her superiors, and her nose never wrinkled with disgust as she looked down at her lessers, either. Her sights were limited to what was before her; her heart tethered to the bright, sunlit slice of the world she found with her family – because for all their faults and flaws, they loved each other, and to Harriet, that was more than enough.

Even when that love was tested beyond its bearings, it was still ENOUGH for her, although it took her a tremendous amount of time and patience to reconcile with that belief. After all, no amount of faith could prepare anyone for the prospect of being shackled by the very people through which they sought freedom and safety – and that was exactly what happened on the dreary day when her parents made her an unprecedented, unwanted, offer of betrothal. It was from an established young man who, in her mother’s words, had hymns sung to his name around every corner of the city – but not even that description was quite as appalling as the story he spun. A chance encounter had apparently set him on Harriet’s unwitting path, and indeed, just like that, he wished for her be his. It was at that point that Harriet decidedly shut her ears to the rest of her mother’s honeyed words, eyes brimming with enraged tears and lips clamping shut against the protests that struggled to break free. But then her mother began to speak of how impactful such a marriage would be for their family name, holding Harriet’s hand in a feather-light grip as her lips curved with a smile that sparked stars into her eyes and dug the tenuous doubt into Harriet’s mind that perhaps this was indeed a venture worthy of her SACRIFICE. Her mother would have moved on to ensure her that she was under no obligation to do this – but before her tongue could even roll around the words, Harriet said yes. Even then, she would have still said yes. Even if asked to jump off a precipice and give her life away for her family’s sake, she would have still said yes. LOYALTY was as rigid and firm in her blood as a pillar of steel, and if anything stood true to Harriet, it was that.

Her marriage only lasted a handful of months, and when it finally sputtered away, it left behind a waning, war-torn GHOST of who Harriet had once been. The man she had gifted herself to turned out to be nothing more than a cruel, conniving monster who took away her life and then dared to take away the one thing that would have brought it back; feeding her lies of redemption and change upon the adoption of their child, only to walk away and leave her in the dust mere months later. Her son was the breath of life her heart had starved for, and it was in the wake of his blessed arrival into her life that Harriet found the will and the strength to gather her ashes and RISE from them. Years passed in blessed peace that she and her son joyously shared – right before it was ripped from them; right before he was ripped from her. The twist of fate couldn’t have been more random, or more cruel. Another vicious link had erupted in the chain of war harnessed by undeserving Capulet and Montague hands, and her son fell victim to it. A casualty was the exact wording in the tabloids, but there was no describing the loss or the AGONY that it brought forth. Once again, she crumbled; only this time, Harriet had to learn how to pick herself up. This time, she let herself soak up in the ashes in the hopes they would leave the scar on her heart even a little bit faded by the time she was back on her feet. This time, she taught herself how to stand alone, and how to seize that loneliness and turn it into strength. Now, she has risen, and rather than wait and pray, she has stolen a slice of peace and made it hers. And even with her heart torn in two, even with her happiness incomplete and unfulfilled, she was determined to protect what little of it she’s managed to earn. In Verona, the cost of PEACE is bloody and heavy, but make no mistake; she is willing to PAY it.

ODIN BELLO & MATTHIAS WARREN: Demons. Othello and Malcolm. Two accursed names that have haunted and tormented her from the moment they poked out of the retelling of her son’s death like twin blades. Out of the drawling, monotone slew of the police officer’s words and straight into the core of her gnashing heart. Harriet doesn’t wish to find them, but she knows that her path will inevitably collide with theirs. After all, no two strings of fate ever went untangled when pulled by the hands of tragedy – especially in a city like Verona. But just as her story is not one that centers around a princess-turned-queen, it is not one that is driven by a force of vengeance, either. She doesn’t seek to harm them or punish them—but that doesn’t mean she isn’t seeking to condemn them with every untarnished inch of her heart.

DELILAH BELLO: Reflection. She’s heard the scathing whispers tacked onto Delilah Bello’s name, and the dreary tale that follows in its wake. It’s one that undeniably parallels her own, with the only difference being that Harriet was leashed by the chain of devotion while Delilah was caught in the snare of love. But in the end, is there truly that much of a difference between the two? Harriet isn’t too keen on figuring that out, but she is intrigued by Delilah’s story and the struggle she must find in her ceaseless attempts to regain control of its narrative. Perhaps it will help Harriet regain control of hers. Perhaps it will help her learn that such is a goal that she should have aspired for many years and losses ago.

SANTINO GALLO: Lost soul. The vision of the man struck her heart the moment she laid eyes on him, although at the beginning, it was merely due to the pitiful state in which she found him. Huddled up in a dark alleyway, one hand pressed against his stomach and the other gnarling against the grimy pavement as he retched. Her immediate impression was that he was a drunken fool who wasn’t worth the waste of her time, but despite the thought, something kept Harriet’s feet rooted to the ground. Perhaps it was mistaken judgement or perhaps it was something far more intrinsic than that, but she decided to help him. Took him home, laid him on his couch, brushed his sweat-slicked hair from his forehead with a gentle hand, then bid him farewell with a glass of water and one last wondering glance. Somehow, Santino was able to track her down later on and demanded that she let him repay her for what she did—and strangely enough, she let him. Something about Santino tinges her tongue with the bitter taste of loss; sears her mind with the weighted question of whether or not her son would have wound up on a similar path of condemnation had his life not been cruelly ripped away. She seeks only an answer from Santino, but she might be in for a lot more than she bargained for.

MONA CHEN: Kindred spirit. Mona Chen is the last person she would have expected to befriend in the years following her son’s death. Before then, yes, Harriet would have been compelled to unravel the mysteries enshrouding the renowned Lady of Whispers—but now, the fire of her curiosity has been doused by the icy blades of mourning, and thus she should have avoided Mona at all costs. After all, her son’s precious life was ripped away at the hands of ruling figures such as Mona. But as much as it sometimes feels like a betrayal to that crucial missing piece of her heart, the sentiment only lessens with each day that she spends in Mona’s company. She’s a woman who keeps her cards close to her chest, but in turn, Harriet has no cards of her own—and perhaps that is why Mona’s let her in as much as she has. There is a lot that eludes her about the infamous woman, no matter how close they’ve grown over the years, but that speck of distance, while it may be significant to others, is of no consequence to Harriet. She shares a kinship with Mona that she hasn’t found with anyone else, and that’s all that matters to her.

Harriet is portrayed by JENNA TALACKOVA and was written by JEN. She is currently TAKEN by EMMA K.

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Finding the perfect name for your newborn baby may take some time and careful consideration, but it can also be very interesting.

In fact, it's one of the first and biggest decisions you have to make as a new parent. Are you looking for a son to speak of a family tradition or celebrate a cultural tradition? Whatever your approach, you'll find lots of great options on the following list of the 1,000 most popular boys, according to Social Security Administration (SSA). Take a look to help you narrow down your favorites list (or inspire new ones) and enjoy the experience of finding your favorite name for your new son.

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1. Top 1,000 Baby Boy Names

Liam

Noah

William

James

Oliver

Benjamin

Elijah

Lucas

Mason

Logan

Alexander

Ethan

Jacob

Michael

Daniel

Henry

Jackson

Sebastian

Aiden

Matthew

Samuel

David

Joseph

Carter

Owen

Wyatt

John

Jack

Luke

Jayden

Dylan

Grayson

Levi

Isaac

Gabriel

Julian

Mateo

Anthony

Jaxon

Lincoln

Joshua

Christopher

Andrew

Theodore

Caleb

Ryan

Asher

Nathan

Thomas

Leo

Isaiah

Charles

Josiah

Hudson

Christian

Hunter

Connor

Eli

Ezra

Aaron

Landon

Adrian

Jonathan

Nolan

Jeremiah

Easton

Elias

Colton

Cameron

Carson

Robert

Angel

Maverick

Nicholas

Dominic

Jaxson

Greyson

Adam

Ian

Austin

Santiago

Jordan

Cooper

Brayden

Roman

Evan

Ezekiel

Xavier

Jose

Jace

Jameson

Leonardo

Bryson

Axel

Everett

Parker

Kayden

Miles

Sawyer

Jason

Declan

Weston

Micah

Ayden

Wesley

Luca

Vincent

Damian

Zachary

Silas

Gavin

Chase

Kai

Emmett

Harrison

Nathaniel

Kingston

Cole

Tyler

Bennett

Bentley

Ryker

Tristan

Brandon

Kevin

Luis

George

Ashton

Rowan

Braxton

Ryder

Gael

Ivan

Diego

Maxwell

Max

Carlos

Kaiden

Juan

Maddox

Justin

Waylon

Calvin

Giovanni

Jonah

Abel

Jayce

Jesus

Amir

King

Beau

Camden

Alex

Jasper

Malachi

Brody

Jude

Blake

Emmanuel

Eric

Brooks

Elliot

Antonio

Abraham

Timothy

Finn

Rhett

Elliott

Edward

August

Xander

Alan

Dean

Lorenzo

Bryce

Karter

Victor

Milo

Miguel

Hayden

Graham

Grant

Zion

Tucker

Jesse

Zayden

Joel

Richard

Patrick

Emiliano

Avery

Nicolas

Brantley

Dawson

Myles

Matteo

River

Steven

Thiago

Zane

Matias

Judah

Messiah

Jeremy

Preston

Oscar

Kaleb

Alejandro

Marcus

Mark

Peter

Maximus

Barrett

Jax

Andres

Holden

Legend

Charlie

Knox

Kaden

Paxton

Kyrie

Kyle

Griffin

Josue

Kenneth

Beckett

Enzo

Adriel

Arthur

Felix

Bryan

Lukas

Paul

Brian

Colt

Caden

Leon

Archer

Omar

Israel

Aidan

Theo

Javier

Remington

Jaden

Bradley

Emilio

Colin

Riley

Cayden

Phoenix

Clayton

Simon

Ace

Nash

Derek

Rafael

Zander

Brady

Jorge

Jake

Louis

Damien

Karson

Walker

Maximiliano

Amari

Sean

Chance

Walter

Martin

Finley

Andre

Tobias

Cash

Corbin

Arlo

Iker

Erick

Emerson

Gunner

Cody

Stephen

Francisco

Killian

Dallas

Reid

Manuel

Lane

Atlas

Rylan

Jensen

Ronan

Beckham

Daxton

Anderson

Kameron

Raymond

Orion

Cristian

Tanner

Kyler

Jett

Cohen

Ricardo

Spencer

Gideon

Ali

Fernando

Jaiden

Titus

Travis

Bodhi

Eduardo

Dante

Ellis

Prince

Kane

Luka

Kash

Hendrix

Desmond

Donovan

Mario

Atticus

Cruz

Garrett

Hector

Angelo

Jeffrey

Edwin

Cesar

Zayn

Devin

Conor

Warren

Odin

Jayceon

Romeo

Julius

Jaylen

Hayes

Kayson

Muhammad

Jaxton

Joaquin

Caiden

Dakota

Major

Keegan

Sergio

Marshall

Johnny

Kade

Edgar

Leonel

Ismael

Marco

Tyson

Wade

Collin

Troy

Nasir

Conner

Adonis

Jared

Rory

Andy

Jase

Lennox

Shane

Malik

Ari

Reed

Seth

Clark

Erik

Lawson

Trevor

Gage

Nico

Malakai

Quinn

Cade

Johnathan

Sullivan

Solomon

Cyrus

Fabian

Pedro

Frank

Shawn

Malcolm

Khalil

Nehemiah

Dalton

Mathias

Jay

Ibrahim

Peyton

Winston

Kason

Zayne

Noel

Princeton

Matthias

Gregory

Sterling

Dominick

Elian

Grady

Russell

Finnegan

Ruben

Gianni

Porter

Kendrick

Leland

Pablo

Allen

Hugo

Raiden

Kolton

Remy

Ezequiel

Damon

Emanuel

Zaiden

Otto

Bowen

Marcos

Abram

Kasen

Franklin

Royce

Jonas

Sage

Philip

Esteban

Drake

Kashton

Roberto

Harvey

Alexis

Kian

Jamison

Maximilian

Adan

Milan

Phillip

Albert

Dax

Mohamed

Ronin

Kamden

Hank

Memphis

Oakley

Augustus

Drew

Moises

Armani

Rhys

Benson

Jayson

Kyson

Braylen

Corey

Gunnar

Omari

Alonzo

Landen

Armando

Derrick

Dexter

Enrique

Bruce

Nikolai

Francis

Rocco

Kairo

Royal

Zachariah

Arjun

Deacon

Skyler

Eden

Alijah

Rowen

Pierce

Uriel

Ronald

Luciano

Tate

Frederick

Kieran

Lawrence

Moses

Rodrigo

Brycen

Leonidas

Nixon

Keith

Chandler

Case

Davis

Asa

Darius

Isaias

Aden

Jaime

Landyn

Raul

Niko

Trenton

Apollo

Cairo

Izaiah

Scott

Dorian

Julio

Wilder

Santino

Dustin

Donald

Raphael

Saul

Taylor

Ayaan

Duke

Ryland

Tatum

Ahmed

Moshe

Edison

Emmitt

Cannon

Alec

Danny

Keaton

Roy

Conrad

Roland

Quentin

Lewis

Samson

Brock

Kylan

Cason

Ahmad

Jalen

Nikolas

Braylon

Kamari

Dennis

Callum

Justice

Soren

Rayan

Aarav

Gerardo

Ares

Brendan

Jamari

Kaison

Yusuf

Issac

Jasiah

Callen

Forrest

Makai

Crew

Kobe

Julien

Mathew

Braden

Johan

Marvin

Zaid

Stetson

Casey

Ariel

Tony

Zain

Callan

Cullen

Sincere

Uriah

Dillon

Kannon

Colby

Axton

Cassius

Quinton

Mekhi

Reece

Alessandro

Jerry

Mauricio

Sam

Trey

Mohammad

Alberto

Gustavo

Arturo

Fletcher

Marcelo

Abdiel

Hamza

Alfredo

Chris

Finnley

Curtis

Kellan

Quincy

Kase

Harry

Kyree

Wilson

Cayson

Hezekiah

Kohen

Neil

Mohammed

Raylan

Kaysen

Lucca

Sylas

Mack

Leonard

Lionel

Ford

Roger

Rex

Alden

Boston

Colson

Briggs

Zeke

Dariel

Kingsley

Valentino

Jamir

Salvador

Vihaan

Mitchell

Lance

Lucian

Darren

Jimmy

Alvin

Amos

Tripp

Zaire

Layton

Reese

Casen

Colten

Brennan

Korbin

Sonny

Bruno

Orlando

Devon

Huxley

Boone

Maurice

Nelson

Douglas

Randy

Gary

Lennon

Titan

Denver

Jaziel

Noe

Jefferson

Ricky

Lochlan

Rayden

Bryant

Langston

Lachlan

Clay

Abdullah

Lee

Baylor

Leandro

Ben

Kareem

Layne

Joe

Crosby

Deandre

Demetrius

Kellen

Carl

Jakob

Ridge

Bronson

Jedidiah

Rohan

Larry

Stanley

Tomas

Shiloh

Thaddeus

Watson

Baker

Vicente

Koda

Jagger

Nathanael

Carmelo

Shepherd

Graysen

Melvin

Ernesto

Jamie

Yosef

Clyde

Eddie

Tristen

Grey

Ray

Tommy

Samir

Ramon

Santana

Kristian

Marcel

Wells

Zyaire

Brecken

Byron

Otis

Reyansh

Axl

Joey

Trace

Morgan

Musa

Harlan

Enoch

Henrik

Kristopher

Talon

Rey

Guillermo

Houston

Jon

Vincenzo

Dane

Terry

Azariah

Castiel

Kye

Augustine

Zechariah

Joziah

Kamryn

Hassan

Jamal

Chaim

Bodie

Emery

Branson

Jaxtyn

Kole

Wayne

Aryan

Alonso

Brixton

Madden

Allan

Flynn

Jaxen

Harley

Magnus

Sutton

Dash

Anders

Westley

Brett

Emory

Felipe

Yousef

Jadiel

Mordechai

Dominik

Junior

Eliseo

Fisher

Harold

Jaxxon

Kamdyn

Maximo

Caspian

Kelvin

Damari

Fox

Trent

Hugh

Briar

Franco

Keanu

Terrance

Yahir

Ameer

Kaiser

Thatcher

Ishaan

Koa

Merrick

Coen

Rodney

Brayan

London

Rudy

Gordon

Bobby

Aron

Marc

Van

Anakin

Canaan

Dario

Reginald

Westin

Darian

Ledger

Leighton

Maxton

Tadeo

Valentin

Aldo

Khalid

Nickolas

Toby

Dayton

Jacoby

Billy

Gatlin

Elisha

Jabari

Jermaine

Alvaro

Marlon

Mayson

Blaze

Jeffery

Kace

Braydon

Achilles

Brysen

Saint

Xzavier

Aydin

Eugene

Adrien

Cain

Kylo

Nova

Onyx

Arian

Bjorn

Jerome

Miller

Alfred

Kenzo

Kyng

Leroy

Maison

Jordy

Stefan

Wallace

Benicio

Kendall

Zayd

Blaine

Tristian

Anson

Gannon

Jeremias

Marley

Ronnie

Dangelo

Kody

Will

Bentlee

Gerald

Salvatore

Turner

Chad

Misael

Mustafa

Konnor

Maxim

Rogelio

Zakai

Cory

Judson

Brentley

Darwin

Louie

Ulises

Dakari

Rocky

Wesson

Alfonso

Payton

Dwayne

Juelz

Duncan

Keagan

Deshawn

Bode

Bridger

Skylar

Brodie

Landry

Avi

Keenan

Reuben

Jaxx

Rene

Yehuda

Imran

Yael

Alexzander

Willie

Cristiano

Heath

Lyric

Davion

Elon

Karsyn

Krew

Jairo

Maddux

Ephraim

Ignacio

Vivaan

Aries

Vance

Boden

Lyle

Ralph

Reign

Camilo

Draven

Terrence

Idris

Ira

Javion

Jericho

Khari

Marcellus

Creed

Shepard

Terrell

Ahmir

Camdyn

Cedric

Howard

Jad

Zahir

Harper

Justus

Forest

Gibson

Zev

Alaric

Decker

Ernest

Jesiah

Torin

Benedict

Bowie

Deangelo

Genesis

Harlem

Kalel

Kylen

Bishop

Immanuel

Lian

Zavier

Archie

Davian

Gus

Kabir

Korbyn

Randall

Benton

Coleman

Markus

2. Top 10 beautiful Middles names for baby Boys

Ace

Abe

Beck

Blake

Dean

Grant

Hugh

James

Charles

George

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with MATTHIAS WARREN, who is THIRTY-THREE years old. He is often called MALCOLM by the MONTAGUES and works as their CAPTAIN. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.

TW: DEATH

Some sons and daughters spend their whole lives trying to distance themselves from their parents, to distinguish themselves as their own person entirely, but Matthias Warren has done no such thing. Proud to be his father’s son and eager to be compared to the man who gave him life, he strove to follow in his father’s much larger footsteps as a child, wearing his old clothes and playing with toy guns in the hopes that one day, he might be HALF the man Marius Warren was. And whether he realized it or not, he got his wish; worn collared shirts turned into suits and toy guns turned into pistols, and day by day, an endearingly ambitious boy turned into a respectable man. He became his father’s equal, his brother-in-arms, a man worthy of bearing the Warren name. But he didn’t stop there; his father had been a Montague for years—longer than he’d let on when his young son had asked, he was sure—and despite Marius’s insistence that he avoid the mob and pursue a career of his own, the younger man was drawn to it, to the risk, the danger of defending one’s family with blood in your mouth and a finger on the trigger. As a child, he’d dreamed of being just like his father. Given the chance, he took it and RAN. But that wasn’t the only running Matthias Warren would ever do. A few short years after he joined the mob, he awoke one fateful Wednesday morning to the news that his father had been killed—shot down while out for a drink at a bar just across the Castelvecchio—and lost without the guidance of his idol, his best friend, he ran. He left the city to clear his head and avoided alcohol like the plague, suddenly determined to do things differently than his father had in order to avoid the same end. He took his time and mourned his father privately, comforted by the ANONYMITY of being in a city where no one knew either of their names, and once he’d come to terms with the fact that the man he’d aspired to be was gone, his next task was to make peace with his obligation to avenge his father’s death. It was his duty, one last way to honor his father’s name, but for all that he would’ve liked to storm back into the city, guns blazing and blades drawn, he knows that haste would do him no favors. REVENGE is an endeavor best pursued with much forethought, and it was this careful planning that kept him away from Verona a few months more. And plan he did. Ever his father’s son, he spent much of his time in Paris using whatever resources he could to pin down the guilty man and decipher how to ensure he would never get up again. He drew from his inheritance to hire eyes in Verona and and bribed an emissary to scour the records for him—he did anything and everything he could to complete the puzzle, to assemble piece by piece the picture of Marius Warren’s final hours. And now, nearly a year later, he’s almost certain he’s found his mark. They called him a coward, a son who looked retribution in the face and fled, but even SNAKES may pause before striking, and Matthias is nothing if not prepared. Prepared to make his father’s murderer pay for his sins—prepared to cut him down at his knees, for what better position is there to beg for mercy from? Not all that glitters is gold, and not all who wander are lost; in much the same way, not all who run are AFRAID. He’s returned to Verona with a vengeance, every ounce as vicious as he was when he left, and he won’t rest until he sees the man who killed his father buried six feet under. He’s been running for so long that he’s forgotten what it feels like to have both feet planted firmly on the ground, but the city should hold its breath in anticipation for the moment that he REMEMBERS, because men like him—righteous in their ways and justified in their revenge—are often more dangerous than those that seek to stop them. But dangerous or not, he’s not a monster. His enemy can take heart in the fact that he’s dealing with a man far more honorable than himself, but even HONOR calls for reparations, and he’s not afraid to take what he knows is his: retribution. As long as his father’s killer still breathes, no one is safe, for a man who does wrong for himself is fearsome, but a man who does wrong for another is terrifying.

RAMONA AGUILAR: Companion. Ramona is relentless; often behaving like a tigress unleashed in long-overdue free reign and although he keeps warning her that her recklessness will be the end of her, he respects her for it. Unlike him, a man chained to his past and his loyalties, Ramona is a free spirit and it makes their encounters interesting, to say the least. She reminds him that there can be more to his existence than calculative tact and often entices him to be more impulsive with his actions which is a welcome change sometimes but not one he is really willing to give in to.

MIKAEL FALCO: Mark. All the signs point to him, and if Matthias has anything to do with it, the next thing that will be pointing in his direction is the barrel of a gun. He’s watched the man for quite some time, both through the keen eyes of another and with his own, and he’s been pleased to find that of he and his wife, the latter seems far more lethal. It almost makes him question whether Falco could’ve even committed the crime he’s convicted him of, but Warren knows the dangers of underestimating his enemy, and he refuses to lull himself into believing that the Capulet man will go down without a fight. He’s not sure whether or not he wants to be proven right. ALEXANDER RALLIS: Private adviser. Despite how conniving Matthias is, you can only go so far on your own and two heads are always better than one. With how tentative the situation is between the two mobs, Matthias can’t afford to make a single wrong move when executing his revenge—it’s imperative that he keep the broad picture in mind and who could assist him with that better than the renowned Montague adviser himself? He often goes to Alexander for advice and tactical guidance and the Rallis man indulges him, although Matthias is unsure why. Perhaps he finds his consultations to be mutually beneficial for the both of them but whatever his reasons are, he’ll help bring Matthias’s plans to fruition and that is all that matters. DELILAH BELLO: Interest. He first laid eyes on her while trying to get a feel for Mr. Falco’s favorite haunts, and he was intrigued enough by her to keep looking long after he’d found what he was searching for. There’s something in the way she carries herself, a sort of tried elegance in the way she moves, and he’s taken it upon himself to get closer, to introduce himself to and learn more about the woman the Capulets seem to treat like a plague. No stranger to feeling like an outsider himself after months out of the circuit, he empathizes with her, but with that empathy comes the acknowledgment that there’s always more to the story than what meets the eye. He just might be going crazy, but he wants to know hers.

Matthias is portrayed by CHARLIE HUNNAM and was written by BREE. He is currently TAKEN by HAYLEY.

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Congratulations, HAYLEY! You’ve been accepted for the role of MALCOLM. Admin Jen: Upon first glance, one would assume that Matthias is an easily-understood character and I believe that he’s almost underestimated in that sense. But Hayley, you showed us that there’s definitely a lot more to him than meets the eye! Revenge is the focal point in his character but it’s not the only thing that defines him and I loved how you emphasized that with all the different aspects that you explored in Matthias. I especially loved the way that you explored his relationship with his father and all the intriguing developments that you touched on in your future plots. The interview was absolutely beautiful, as well. I loved Matthias’ eloquence and his deceptive poise. I also loved the way he expressed his thoughts during the interview - it was so riveting to read. Overall, your application was astonishing and I can’t wait to see our favorite usurper on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Hayley

Age | 21

Preferred Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | I’m usually on daily and try and get to replies every day or at the very least every other day depending on how hectic work/school is for me at the time

Timezone | EST

Current/Past RP Accounts | this is my current rp account ;)

In Character

Character | Malcolm / Matthias Warren

What drew you to this character? | Honestly I wanted someone who wasn’t gonna be as emotionless as Regina and I wanted someone who had a strong driving force motivating their thoughts and actions and what could be a better motivator than vengeance??

So, really, who is Matthias Warren without his father?

The short answer is no one.

There is a boy within the walls of a Montague who still feels the weight of grief years later. There is a boy who had to learn the hard way that his heroes were mortal, that even the gods could fall, that idolizing only set one up for disappointment. A name he carried with pride then dug into his shoulders with the sadness it brought. He spent his whole life wanting to be just like his father, and truly, he didn’t form that identity of his own. He only wanted to be a man who was not as strong as he had grown up believing. He wanted to be a man who was now dead.

Don’t get him wrong, he still wants to be that man, but he cannot be that man without the closure he has sought for so long. He would certainly not find it in Paris. He would not even find it in the Montague ranks, not until he did the one thing that he firmly believes would bring him that closure: he would only find it when the son of a bitch that took away everything that mattered to Matthias – his father’s guidance, his surname’s association with strength and invincibility, his mother’s security – was buried in a lesser plot than that in which his father rested right now.

Basically, he won’t stop until he has Mikael Falco begging for his mercy, regardless of whether it would be true justice or not.

But then what? There is a sense of self that has been lost, or perhaps it was never there. There is a sense of self yearning to be found in Paris, but a heavy grief and burning desire for vengeance stifled it. There is a sense of self longing to be found with the Montagues, so long as they fully accept him, of course. For he is the one who ran, the one who abandoned them, and the one who returned expecting to pick up right where he had left off. At least he didn’t betray them, he would say.

Now, there is the man who ran, but is not a coward. There is the man who seeks revenge, but can wait – he has for years, and he can wait a short time longer.

Who is Matthias Warren without his father? He is careful, he is conniving, he is thorough. He is welcomed, yet an outcast. He is a man with the weight of his surname on his shoulders, determined to carry it. He is a man out for revenge and a man with something to prove – thus, perhaps, he is the most dangerous man in Verona.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

Revenge is a dish best served with a gun to your head. I’d love to see Matthias go about his plot to avenge his father’s death! I can see a lot of avenues with it, as well. Obviously, this includes planning (because there is never enough planning in his mind), aid from Alexander (which is a connection I would love to explore!), and confronting Mikael. He wants to know his enemy inside and out to find the best avenue to destroy him. I can see him trying to grow close to Lucrezia to gain more information, to straight up chomping at the bit when he sees an opportunity he knows he cannot take. Will he succeed? Will it turn out that his mark actually isn’t the man who killed his father? Who knows! I’d love to explore his planning leading up to what he sees is a grand moment, and to see how he will finally seize what he’s been craving for a good portion of his life.

When the storm fades, what is left but destruction? I also want to explore what comes after the revenge plot. Matthias has always been a man focused on his father, whether he is trying to emulate him or trying to avenge him. He has never truly lived for himself, though he would tell you he was before his father’s death. Whether he actually succeeds in his revenge plot, fails, or it turns out Mikael is not the man who killed Marius, the plotting and waiting are over, the time to take action has since passed, and I’d love to explore what is left, what is next. It’s definitely going to have a shaky start, for this man has no foundation to build himself upon without revenge or his father to look up to. Perhaps he will try and be like his father, but falter without the man to guide him, or perhaps he will find a side of himself he never knew existed and feel a sense of fulfillment he never would have achieved just trying to follow in another man’s footsteps.

A name is all we have. I’m interested to see how Alexander’s use for Matthias plays out! There are also a lot of avenues I can see this going, depending on the actions Alexander does or does not take in regards to helping Matthias. Perhaps it ends in him outing Matthias’s plans and him facing consequences from the Montagues – in that case, I’d love to explore the devastation he’d experience, having tarnished his Montague affiliation, the one thing he wanted to gain back and polish to perfection to honor his late father. Perhaps Alexander doesn’t oust Matthias, either for personal gain or out of fear of loss – as in, what if one of them blackmails the other? In that case, I would love to see the character dynamic, either the betrayal Matthias may feel from someone he thought was on his side (did losing your father teach you nothing about looking to others Matthias?) or the ruthlessness he shows when he fears he has everything to lose.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Um hell yeah (bonus points if it’s just like how his father died)

In Depth

In-Character Interview:

Tired eyes scan a room that is much less comfortable than it tries to disguise itself as. The coloring under them suggests a late night, and knowing Matthias, it was a late night looking over notes from his own personal collection as well as lesson plans, papers mixing together, the battles of man’s past meeting the battles of his own present – well, the battles being planned in the present, and hopefully, it would not be much of a battle at all. While part of him desired a drawn out and torturous revenge, the other part impatient with his own waiting and plotting, no matter how necessary he convinced himself it was. It was something he tried not to give much thought to, for he was here, in this room, and nowhere close to Falco.

When the door opened, his head shot to the entrance – a man, certainly not his mark, entered, appearing older than he was, with a quiet, professional demeanor to him. He gave Matthias a curt greeting before taking a seat across from him, sinking into a chair that was certainly not as plush as it appeared to be, but not as firm to avoid him from leaning back a bit too far as he tried to get comfortable. Save it, Matthias thought, I’ve been trying for twenty fuckin’ minutes.

“Mr. Warren, thank you for meeting me here,” his voice had a nasal-sounding aspect. Matthias already decided he wasn’t fond of him. “I will try and make this as brief as possible.”

“Good. Make it worth my time,” he commanded, though his voice sounded slightly disinterested already. Moments here seemed to be moments wasted, already knowing he was not going to walk away from this having gained something other than perhaps a minor headache at the smell of mothballs that coated the room (the whole building, actually, thanks to a mice problem).

“Um, what is your favorite place in Verona, sir?”

“Seriously?”

“Just answer the question, please.”

Matthias sighed, but tried to at least look like he was giving it a second or two of thought before answering. “Lamberti Tower. It has a view of Verona unlike any other.” That was only a partial truth. Truly, his favorite place was his childhood home that his mother still occupied, but technically it was just outside Verona, only down the street from the city’s limits. But even then, the walls of that home felt heavy with the presence of a man who no longer occupied it, though he did not mention this to his mother when they had dinner together on Sundays.

“Good, um, what does your typical day look like?”

Matthias wondered exactly what the purpose of these questions were, but he launched into a quick explanation, hoping it would be done with quickly. Sure, he could be charming, sure, he could play the part, but this morning, tiredness weighing on him, and sitting across from a man who he’d already written off, he was not in the mood. “I wake up, get ready, and go to work. First, it’s tasks for the Montagues, then after lunch I go to teach my class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and after that, if I have no tasks left over from earlier in the day, I go home and have dinner. Then, I work on my lesson plans. Truly, I am not Verona’s most interesting man, but you will keep that a secret between you and me, no?” Again, this was not completely true, but the hours he spent researching Mikael Falco and planning revenge years in the making did not need to be known by this man.

“Of course… And, um, we’re going to get a little deeper, now; what has been your biggest mistake thus far?”

“Wow, that is… certainly a change in tone,” commented Matthias, raising a brow on his unamused expression. For the first time, he saw the first signs of nervousness from the man before him, which, he would admit, was a bit amusing. “Not being at that bar ten years ago. Next.” His tone was hard, warning the man not to press further. If he didn’t know what happened, he should not ask, at least, for his own good.

He seemed to pick up on the hint, and Matthias realized he could not completely label this man as a moron. “What has been the most difficult task asked of you?”

“To wait. To stay. To move on from an event I’ve found shaped me. People do not understand what a person is going through if it is not the exact same way they will deal with it. That does not mean I listened to such a ridiculous request.” He did not wait before running. He did not stay when his legs told him to go. He did not move on when his father was buried, he has not moved on. He may never, at this rate. Matthias never thought about how that may have been unhealthy.

There was obviously a lot of issues to be unpacked in that answer, and issues that the man sitting across from Matthias thought were best left sealed in the boxes they arrived in. Though he didn’t like him, Matthias may have still called the man smart. “What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?”

“There has always been a war, one my father was poised to lead us to victory in. It is the way of life and of man – where there are men, there is conflict, and on a scale as large as this, conflict arises in the form of war. It is inevitable. And, like every war, there will be a victor. I can only hope I have the privilege of earning the place my father held in leading the Montagues to victory after all these years. It is the same war, after all, simply with different stakes. And Warren men do not lose, no matter the stakes, no matter the war.”

The other man may have had more questions, but the way Matthias’s voice deepened as he closed his statement, the darkness that showed in his eyes, the bloodshed imagined behind their blue hue, must have shown something to the interviewer, something he truly did not want to dig into after learning he had unchained something dark, something he may have even feared to encounter. For he gave a quick thanks to Matthias for his cooperation and politely excused himself. A weasel, but a smart weasel, in the presence of a hungry wolf.

Extras:

Matthias’s second job is as a part-time history professor at a college! Specifically, war history.

With the timeline in my head, Marius Warren was killed approximately eight years ago (four years after Matthias joined the Montagues), and Matthias returned one year ago. This gives him nine years to plot in Paris, though most of this was spent getting multiple degrees so that he could be qualified to teach college history. Ironic, considering those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it, and he does not heed the warning that maybe trying to become Marius may cause him to suffer the same fate. ((I’m open to this being flexible, though!))

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#accepted: malcolm #accepted

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