#Positive Status In Hindi

[rosewilted]

❛❛   appllication.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻   (  melissa barrera  .  cis woman  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  vanessa  estrada  ,  a  thirty - five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red creek  where  they  have  lived  for  all  her  life  .  the  professional  is  known  for  being  playful  and  pragmatic   and  is  often  associated  with   bruised  &  bloody  knuckles ,  the  subtle  yet  sweet  scent  of  honeysuckle  jasmine  trailing  closely  behind , &  a  blade  always  hidden  on  her ; piercing  and  tearing  but  with  an  unflinching  expression .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a bar manager at redstone  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that redacted . 

CONTENT WARNINGS : dementia , death , scars .

BASICS.

full  name:    vanessa estrada.

nickname  name:    V .

date  of  birth  &  age:  october 31  &  35.

gender  &  pronouns:    cis  woman  &  she / her.

orientation:    heterosexual 

spoken  languages:    english , spanish , russian , mandarin , japanese , german , french , hindi , arabic .

education:    graduated college with masters in chemistry.

occupation:    currently working as a bar manager at redstone / active duty special navy seal commando.

relationship  status:    single.

KEY  DYNAMICS.

mother:    ana-maria estrada —    deceased .

father:    david estrada —    alive / sick .

siblings:    victor estrada ( brother ).

nieces:    daniela estrada — missing. & angela estrada.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

faceclaim:    melissa barrera.

hair  color:    brown.

eye  color:    brown.

height:    5'7".

tattoos / scars :    none / but she does have a couple scars ; lichtenberg figures on her right arm ( click here to see ) + on the back of her neck , two scars on left side of abdomen ( both from stab wounds ) , another smaller scar on left shoulder from being stabbed with a very thin blade.

piercings:    yes  -  ears + belly button .

TRAITS.

positive  traits:    playful ,  tactile ,  loyal.

negative  traits:    pragmatic ,  secretive ,  tempered.

zodiac  sign:   Scorpio.

phobia  /  fears: ... redacted ...

sociability:    very  high.

emotional  stability:    moderate.

drug  &  alcohol  usage:    no  &  always.

BIOGRAPHY.

Born and raised in red creek , vanssa was born 15 years after her older brother , victor . A miracle child to her parents considering it was said her mother would not have any more children after victor . Still , ana-maria and david never played favorites , although vanessa would say mom loved victor more and victor would say dad loved her more , it was simply the typical mama's boy and daddy's girl dynamic most siblings would have . being close in age with her nieces , vanessa built a closer bond to them and would often times spoil them in any way that she could . they are her only nieces after all . no matter how opposite they were to one another .

while she was a known trouble maker and even getting arrested a few times for street racing , she graduated high school where she was the captain of the varsity soccer team her senior year and earned scholarship money to which she decided rather than use it for herself , as she planned on joining the military , she would save it for fundings for her nieces for their own needs and future college fund .

leaving the town , vanessa would join the navy . doing a lot of work and quickly rising in ranks . She kept in touch with her family over the years . visiting on holidays , coming home for a year when their mother died , and racking up her pto so she could stay for at least a month and be with family . vanessa would always bring presents .

there was a year between where vanessa had no contact with her family , to which vanessa simply told them , that she not only was loaded with too much work , but she had to stay at sea for 11 months . reception being horrible and well , there was no internet or mailing system .

despite her work and the scars she earned from it , it never really changed vanessa . she was still the fun loving aunt , annoying little sister , and daughter of the estrada family .

vanessa came back home as of two week ago when not only her father got diagnosed with dementia but her brother called her when daniela went missing.

[wreckedguystuff]

July 9, 2024 ; 8:32 PM

Life update: I'm currently in the training for the Supervisory position. I think almost 6 months na. I don't know why tinanggap ko 'to, kahit alis na alis na ko sa company namin, I guess wala lang talaga ako magawa sa work ko lately. Lol. But anyway, kinakaya ko pa naman kahit delay mga activities ko.

I also went to the dentist last April para ipaayos yung crossbite ko. So right now, ilang months na kong may expander sa bibig. Sana next year aligned na teeth ko.

Earlier, I went to the clinic para magpacheck ng HIV status since 2022 pa yung last test ko. Nagstart na rin ako magtake ng Prep, just in case for emergency. Lol. But I'm not really sexually active. Di ko rin alam sa sarili ko. Feeling ko, mas nag eenjoy ako kapag sarili ko lang. May kamay naman ako. Dejk. hahaha!

After the test, I went to SM Calamba naman to sell my camera lense that I bought last year. I finally let go yung last thing na pinapangarap kong hobby. Soon, babalik ako. Hindi naman mawawala yan.

Then before ako umuwi, Idk why dumaan ako sa Fitness Horizon para maginquire. Sa sobrang impulsive ko, dahil nalaman kong may promo sila sa membership, ginrab ko yung chance. Hahaha ka-iyak. Ano ba 'tong ginagawa ko sa buhay ko? Lol One thing I realized when I got home is that, I'm doing all of these things for myself. Yun na lang panghahawakan ko, self improvement. Wala dapat ako pagsisihan dito. Haha

[sanguisxferox]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Knox Marquis Age: 160 Species: Undead Shapeshifter / Familiar Powers: Knox doesn’t have special powers, but his natural shapeshifter powers are significantly enhanced as a reflection of his master’s growing powers. When they kill in their bear form, they absorb the life force out of their targets to act as a battery for Mathias later on. Deity: God of Life Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/they. Pansexual. Panromantic Residence / Years: Bayou / 140 years Affiliation / Years: The Deathrunners / 140 years Job / Workplace: Bodyguard / Wherever Mathias is and he's needed Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Strong-willed, loyal, reliable, confident, wise Negative traits: Violent, unstable, detached, inhibited, overprotective

{ FAMILY TREE }

Father: Deceased

Mother: Deceased

Adoptive Brother: Kazimir 'Vanja' Voronovitch

{ HEADCANONS } TW: Mention of death

His birth name is Lennox MacMharcais. They were born on November 17th, making him a Scorpio. He's of Scottish descent.

He has a Scottish accent and it thickens when he gets agitated or joyful.

He speaks Scots, Scottish Gaelic, English, Louisiana French, Spanish and understands some Hindi

He is Mathias Attano’s familiar.

His animal forms are much larger than usual. They are an albino alligator and a bear, both corrupted. Though, the bear is also rotten (like the bear and alligator from the movie Annihilation). This is due to Mathias’ powers and decaying.

They weren’t born a familiar. They were initially a very loyal and devoted shapeshifter and member of the Deathrunners. Before their first death, their two forms were a Red Deer and an Adder.

They were Sebastian Atlas’ bodyguard until they got resurrected.

They died for the first time at 45 to save Kazimir and brought back as an undead by the Higher Ups. He was an undead for a century.

They have died countless of times and always brought back as an emotionless undead (golem). Until the the age of 145, when they were fully brought back to life by Mathias Attano; magically binding them together which turned Knox into his familiar.

He’s very comfortable in his gator form, but hates the bear one, because it’s more painful and corrupted. Now seeing his own human skull on the side of his head and his eye also traumatized him. The bear form also has many other skulls across its body. So he only shifts into a bear when commanded by Mathias.

Knox doesn’t remember much from their time as a “Golem” if any and still has a hard time remembering his time before his first death. Even after 15 years, he still struggles with emotions at times.

Standing at only 1.70m (5'7"), Knox compensate what he lacks in height with an imposing muscular figure. He has shoulder-length hair, often styled in a half ponytail, highlighting his striking blue eyes and well-kept short beard. While his few tattoos hold deep meaning for those close to him, they remain largely hidden beneath his casual (and sometimes chic) attire. Often dressed in knitwear or open-buttoned shirts those always reveal his well-defined pecs as he carries an air of effortless confidence. His rugged physique speaks to a life of hardship, marked by countless deaths and reanimations, adding depth to his presence and an intriguing story beneath the surface.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Mathias Attano / Master: As both his bodyguard and familiar, Knox is extremely close to Mathias; probably more than either likes since there’s not much to keep secret between them. Knox―at times―interchangeably sees Mathias as a son, younger brother, his Master or just his favorite person when he’s in his gator form. He’s extremely protective of him; hence his growing hatred for the Higher Ups of the Deathrunners whom he holds sole culprits for Matty’s suffering.

Kazimir 'Vanja' Voronovitch / Adoptive brother: Initially, they were both from the same nomadic pack of shapeshifters and grew up together. Prior to his first death, they had a really close relationship. Knox still hasn’t fully regain his memories from before he was resurrected, so there’s a lot he doesn’t remember about his time within their pack. Nowadays, 15-16 years after his resurrection, their relationship is almost back to its former glory even though Knox misses a lot of information.

Suresh Lal / Fuck buddy: They’ve technically known each other for much longer than Knox can remember. So because Knox was first Sebastian Atlas’ bodyguard, he has unknowingly met Suresh before his first death and during his time as an undead, but he only remembers the times after his resurrection. He has an intense fascination for the naga’s true form and they’ve been sporadically sleeping together for the past 3 years. There’s no great love story between them; just sex and camaraderie.

Father Jude Freling / Contentious ally: They have a mutual dislike of each other. From his side, Knox finds Jude ungrateful for being saved by Mathias and doesn’t like his antagonistic attitude toward him. They’ve fought on multiple occasions, but always away from prying eyes―unless it’s Mathias’―and in public Knox will always defend Jude or show a united front so that their dislike of each other doesn’t affect Mathias negatively.

Ricardo Jimenez / Close friend: Knox has known Ricardo as long as Mathias and in both case, he doesn’t remember either before being resurrected by Mathias. Because of the two younger men close proximity, Knox who’s tightly connected to Mathias’ emotions grew naturally closer to Ric over time. Knox can count on one hand those he blindly trusts and Ricardo is among them.

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Friends, Gang members, Frenemies

[succiducus]

{uraz kaygılaroğlu, 34, agender, he/they/she} We are so glad to see you safe, ADVISOR ABDULLAH MACKENZIE of SCOTLAND! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are CALCULATIVE and DEDICATED enough to handle it. Just don’t let your RECKLESSNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out after the reckoning your heart is no longer in the rebellion.

b a s i c s //

birth name: murat abdullah mackenzie

nickname: abby

birthday: march 31st (aries)

occupation: royal advisor to the stuarts

orientation: demi-romantic / pansexual

status: single-ish

languages: english, scottish gaelic (native). persian, hindi, japanese (fluent). german, amharic, sanskrit (conversational).

character influences: brian kinney (queer as folk), link & ganondorf (tloz), aragorn (lotr), indra (the 100), uchiha madara (naruto).

tarot card: strength

p r o l o g u e //

crooked by nature, they have always had a knack for manipulation and persuasion - nurture worsened it. selfish; power-hungry; proud; a perfect canvas for the pursuits of the family that they'd been adopted into and admittedly for their own gain. freedom granted them invisibility and they remain clutched onto that to this day. they've slipped into and out of many empires, left impacts, bought loyalties but as chaotic as they are, they're not simpleminded. they make calculative decisions and take well thought out actions for the gain of themselves and the mackenzies. prepared, intuitive, controlled - sometimes they seem outwardly unapproachable, they led their army with a strong hand, charm their way through awkward situations, and work hard regardless of their reasonings for doing so. they have two faces and only those loyal to the mackenzies know which one is real. they will stop at nothing to attain what they want.

a c t i : l a l q i l a //

The Mughal Empire had always been, to him, a means to an end. After his discharge from the Scottish military, being reassigned to a new empire to help aid the rebellion in any way that he could, he thought that settling in Delhi was temporary, that he would not grow attached to the people, sights, and sounds that surrounded him on a daily basis, however, that was far from the case. Assuming a new identity, working his way through the ranks of their military, making connections and friendships (even if surface level), and getting acquainted with a culture that his birth parents had fallen in love with after leaving Scotland wasn't supposed to leave a mark on him, but it did. The Grand Memoriam; reconnecting with Cailean and his sisters; hearing the loud accents of the Scottish court in the dining hall; followed shortly by invasions, political fights, chaos, and watching his heart face death once more pushed Abdullah from a state of clarity into one of complete and utter exhaustion. He decided to resign from his position as commander, swear fealty to Claire Stuart, and return home. The Reckoning shook him far beyond exhaustion; it cemented his love for the empire in his heart.

t i m e s k i p //

Grief was not new to Abdullah. He had been mourning Scotland and his place within it for years before The Reckoning took the rulers of the Mughal Empire from him. However, the loss struck him harder than he thought it might. Grown accustomed to serving them, to his every thought encompassing their safety and safety of their empire, suddenly being without all of it made guilt trickle into the space between his ribs. He struggled with this for the majority of their journey home, tried his best to smile when he was supposed to smile; one might say that his years of pretending came in handy when asked if he was glad to be home by fellow clansmen and their family friends. It was interesting, he supposed, how being back on the moors of Scotland didn't remove the sting of having to leave India behind. With news of it's descent into chaos reaching him, the guilt of leaving it defenceless when he did, lingered. But, somewhere between training with his mother in the halls of Castle Stuart and sliding into bed next to the youngest Fergusson, his grief disappeared and was replaced by a warmth that was often threatened by the thought of what those he cared about most were doing behind the scenes. You see, even with the new reign among them, the rebels that he had once proudly stood with were strong, perhaps, even stronger than ever, and in the land under Stuart reign, whether by one monarch or by four, rebels careless enough to get caught were hung. Once a thought that made him chuckle, the reality of losing those he cared about to something they could choose to refrain from started to make him weary.

p r e s e n t d a y //

Exhausted by his days in the military and the monotony of daily life now that he's back home, when the opportunity to put his mind to use once more approached him, he took it. From Mughal Commander to Royal Advisor, Abdullah is settling into his position comfortably while still training under his mother's guidances to become Duke after her retirement - the most prominent issue? He's starting to see each Stuart as people and not monarchs, an issue for the once rebel still lurking under the surface. For now, he's keeping up appearances for the sake of his parents and lover, however, he's come to the realization that the exhaustion from years of pretending is finally catching up with him and if he had to be honest? He simply wished to wake up to the sun illuminating red hair, the loud purr of Mor, and the smell of grass fluttering in through the open window of their bedroom. He supposed, being so close to love and it's beauty had made him soft - he could no longer stomach the rebellion and what it had the potential to take from him.

c o n n e c t i o n s //

cordelia mackenzie (sister) - to be written

karolina mackenzie (sister) - to be written

cailean fergusson (soul-mate) - they have been caught in a dance of cat and mouse for decades, unable to shed their emotional attachment to one another. they fall apart, put distance between themselves, however the universe brings them back together, often stronger than the last time their souls tangled. once on the same side of the coin, they now faced the unique challenge of being on opposites. its led to countless arguments and skirting around the topic of the scottish monarchy yet underneath all of the anger and frustration, they make moves toward one another and for each other out of love, even if they cannot admit aloud quite yet.

[flcralhaze]

{ simone ashley , 28 , cis woman , she/her } we are so glad to see you safe, honorary princess parvati sharma of the mughal empire ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days , but i hear that you are kindhearted and logical enough to handle it. just don’t let your timidness bring you down. stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out you're unsure if you should support the new royals or restore your family's status.

basic information.

full name: parvati sharma. nickname: parv. name meaning: daughter of the mountains. age: twenty-eight. date of birth: june 6th. astrological sign: taurus. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual - preference for women. spoken languages: hindi , arabic , farsi , english , french , spanish , italian , mandarin , learning japanese. title: honorary princess of the mughal empire. martial status: widowed , betrothed to the ruler of the mughal empire. loyalty: the mughal empire.

personality.

positive: kindhearted ,  logical ,  dependable ,  prudent , conciliatory. negative: timid ,  passive ,  self-sacrificing , perfectionist , phlegmatic. moral alignment: lawful good. temperament: phlegmatic. mbti: istj - the logistician. enneagram: 5w6 , the problem solver. hobbies: reading , learning , tinkering/inventing , botony.

familial ties.

father: late sharma emperor , deceased. mother: late sharma empress , deceased. siblings: empress rashmi sharma-thimmana , older sister , deceased. one older brother , deceased. princes/princess utp sharma , younger sibling. extended: empress consort eesha sharma , sister in law , deceased. lady indira dhar , sister in law , deceased. significant other: kajal gupta , husband , deceased. pets: an elephant and a cat.

history.

forever a quiet child, her parents would often boast that their third child rarely cried or caused a fuss, and growing up everyone knew that the best place to find her would be in the royal library, where she would normally be sitting with her nose in a book and many more surrounding her. parvati often drifted to the background while her siblings, both older and younger, took the spotlight but she had no qualms with it, preferring playing a secondary role to any adventures her siblings embarked upon than leading one of her own. however, she was constantly there to offer advice or reassuring words if any member of her family ever needed it.

parvati dedicated most of her years to her studies. she immensely enjoyed learning about whatever topic she could get her hands on, often spending hours upon hours in the library, even falling asleep there on occasion. the only lessons that pulled her away from her books were her courtesy lessons. a perfect lady, so proper and demure, her governess would say.

leaving home never interested her nor did aspirations of wedding someone who'd one day inherit a throne, despite a few proposals offered over the years. no, she was content remaining in the familiar halls of her home, acting as an advisor to her eldest sister, being a voice of logical reason in a room sometimes clouded with conflicting motives, ensuring that her sister's reign was secure and strong.

love did bless her in the form of a first love who stole the princess' heart. everyone at court would whisper that a proposal was imminent, but then the months stretched on. even parvati wondered about the noble's intentions and then suddenly there was another contender for her hand, one who made his intentions clear the moment they met. within the year the two were betrothed; parvati's happiness was apparent to all, and india celebrated the union as if months ago they hadn't been rooting for another.

yet not all the glittered was gold; a truth parvati discovered once the initial wedding bliss faded. her spouse's demeanor began changing; he began requesting that she speak with the empress about matters and political decisions that would benefit his family and their interests, believing that the empress would be swayed if parvati advocated for the ideas. she refused each time. the more she did, the colder he became - but only in private. in public, he played the role of a doting husband utterly in love with his wife. the realization that she'd been used from the start hit her hard, but parvati didn't say a word about the reality of her marriage to anyone. when asked, she too would play the role of an infatuated wife. no one could know the truth. she would not burden her family with what had happened, especially not rashmi.

when her husband was wounded during a hunt and eventually passed, parvati, despite publicly grieving, felt only relief. she was free at last. she could return home to lal qila and be surrounded by her family again. she could, hopefully, find happiness again. however, since returning home parvati couldn't help but feel like something was amiss, especially as her advice, which was normally welcomed, seemed to fall upon deaf ears more and more often.

arc o1.

as tensions rose in lal qila, parvati did her best to quell them. she could understand why some were upset ( the ball, the lack of answers, the perceived insult to thailand ) but she also knew that her family were doing their best. as more people called for vengeance, she continued advocating for the still metaphorical swords to be dropped, believing that division and infighting was exactly what the true culprits wanted. the reunion with her first love was an additional complication but parvati did her best to focus on the more important matters. her older sister needed her, needed her guidance, especially as more secrets were spilled and enemies felt closer with every passing day.

timeskip.

parvati remembered the day each member of her family died in vivid detail. it felt like her entire world shattered. for she had seen her future clearly, rashmi and her wives would rule, leading the empire into another generation to prosperity, and parvati would be at her sister's side, advising her and ensuring her legacy. but now her sister was gone. her older bother, her sister in law, and indira too. the grief was immense. ( tw ! ) one day parvati wandered into rashmi's sitting room and stared at the bottles of wine, wondering what one contained the poison and how much a fatal dose would be, only to flee the room before trying one. but it wasn't the last time similar thoughts entered her mind. ( tw end )

most of the days blended together. she vaguely remembered the visiting nations leaving, followed by talk of civil conflict spreading throughout the empire, and people looking to her for guidance - each time she'd look around for her sister and the knife would twist. still she tried to quell the conflict that swept across the empire but it had spiraled out of control. it didn't matter if she solved one problem, two more would replace it.

when the bhatis took over, parvati believed it was the end. she knew her histories: many times in order for a new monarchy to rise, the former must be eliminated. however, her younger sibling and her are not only permitted to live but retain their titles as honorary guests of the bhati family. it was then that parvati remembered the other histories, of former royals only exiled or kept close so they could not be forged into martyrs - so the new regime was strengthened through their mercy. when the bhati ruler proposed they wed and join their families, parvati knew it wasn't a choice. the last sharmas would be used to legitimize the new rule. this was the path they wanted her to walk.

she felt like a prisoner in her own home. a princess in name alone, a hostage in all other regards. not that she was treated cruelly but a gilded cage was still a cage. no matter what words were spoken, parvati couldn't shake the feeling that they were all empty. her fear grew, whispering in her ear that if she stepped out of line she would be punished, possibly killed. she didn't dare speak a word of her feelings. the empire had suffered enough; they needed stability not further fighting. instead, parvati secluded herself, only stepping outside of lal qila when her presence was necessary or to pray, and avoiding most people.

a year passed and parvati still struggled to not reach for her plain, white sari every morning. the summit in ethiopia would mark her longest departure from her seclusion. a part of her dreaded having to see the faces of everyone who turned their backs on her sister when rashmi had only been trying to help. another part of her was unsure how to approach the gathering. she knew the role she was expected to play: a dutiful betrothed, a symbol of a unified empire reclaiming their strength. but should she bow her head, accept the new dynasty, and her future place in it? or should she seize the opportunity, seek out allies, and attempt to restore her family's status? if only her older sister was still alive to advise her as parvati once tried to advise rashmi. but parvati sharma was quite alone now.

headcanons.

the biggest bookworm. she's constantly looking for new books to bring to the royal library despite there still being hundreds already on the shelves that she hasn't read yet. finding her without a book is a rarity. even sometimes at gatherings she's hide a book in the corner of the room or out on a balcony so she can read a little when she needs breaks from socializing.

she does enjoy tinkering with possible new ideas and inventions. has played an active role in assisting with new advancements in the mughal empire in the past be it as an advisor or leading a few small initiatives herself.

she's extremely bright, and her mind is extremely logical, which is why she made an excellent advisor. she does her best to look objectively at all situations in order to find the ideal path forward.

the loss of her family is a wound she doubt she'll ever recover from. all her life there was nothing more important to parvati than her family. she is absolutely terrified that she'll lose her younger sibling to and thus has grown extremely protective of them, constantly worrying about their safety.

she has never had any desire to hold any power herself and only ever wanted to help her sister's empire in whatever way she can. a sentiment that still remains. when the thought of restoring the sharmas as rulers enters her mind, it's always with the image of her younger sibling on the throne - especially because parvati doesn't believe herself capable of ruling.

after what happened in her first marriage and realizing that her husband only courted her because he wanted to use her, parvati believes that no one will ever want to marry her for love but rather only want her wealth and title. it's that belief that made doubting the bhati's ruler sincerity when they proposed marriage easier. a similar wariness is extended toward people trying to endear themselves to her in general.

that being said, she does genuinely want to find real love. she simply doesn't believe it's likely to happen given the reality of the world.

she really hates conflict of any sort and will either react passively or try to play peacemaker. the former has become more common since the reckoning.

she does have a pet elephant who she raised since it was a baby after its mother passed. she also has a female cat as a pet.

her self-confidence is at an all time low following the loss of her family and her change in status. parvati does blame herself for what happened, for not giving rashmi better advice, for not noticing she was being poisoned sooner, and now doubts herself often. in contrast, her timidness has grown immensely, occasionally getting close to paranoia.

[smalldcath]

*WHAT I SOMETIMES MISTAKE FOR ECSTASY / IS SIMPLY THE ABSENCE OF GRIEF.

*NAME: Zahir Rohan Sharma. *TITLE: Crown Prince of the Mughal Empire. *AGE: 38. *PINTEREST: here.

»» the equal joy and disdain felt at the return of one who was lost; years like layers of dust collecting upon things kept, but never held; the many ways the body keeps score. The full weight of a crown and the shadows it casts; debauchery as a means of distraction; tragedy befalling comedy; scars underneath the silks and satins of your finery, a private museum containing the horrors of your youth. Destiny as it slips through your fingers, pooling at your feet, threatening to submerge. The duality of hardship and healing, both born from an awful truth. The prodigal prince.

BASICS, HISTORY, & WANTED CONNECTIONS UNDER THE CUT !!

*BASICS.

BIRTH NAME: Zahir Rohan Sharma NICKNAMES: Za / Zahi (family nickname only), Rohan (when he doesn't want to be known) TITLE: Crown Prince of the Mughal Empire AGE: 38 D.O.B.: tbd LANGUAGES SPOKEN: hindi, arabic, farsi (all native); english (near-native proficiency); french (proficient) ORIENTATION: Pansexual panromantic / polyamorous — preference for masc individuals RELATIONSHIP STATUS: tbd !! (possibly betrothed?) CHILDREN: none (that he knows of...?)POSITIVE TRAITS: gregarious, witty, playfulNEUTRAL TRAITS: curious, spontaneous, mischievous   NEGATIVE TRAITS: overly-indulgent, reckless, unreliable INSP: Klaus Hargreeves, Fleabag, the tale of the prodigal son, and the tragic true story of John Paul Getty III. (more tbd)

*TLDR. (APP + SOME EXTRA DETAILS.)

{rahul kohli, 38, cisman, he / him} We are so glad to see you safe, [CROWN PRINCE] [ZAHIR SHARMA] of [THE MUGHAL EMPIRE]! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are [CONVIVIAL] and [WITTY] enough to handle it. Just don’t let your [DEBAUCHERY] bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out [IN A PLOY TO EXTRACT MONEY FROM YOUR FAMILY AND STRIKE OUT ON YOUR OWN, YOU ORGANIZED YOUR OWN KIDNAPPING ONLY TO REALIZE THE CONSEQUENCES TOO LATE]. ——— The eldest of the heirs to the Mughal Empire, but not the reigning individual. Not wanting to be bound to his destiny as ruler, he concocted a scheme as a teenager to fake his own kidnapping to extort enough money from his family to break apart from them and set out on his own. The kidnapping lasted longer than he imagined it ever could, due to the fact that his family knew by now that Zahir was the likeliest of the siblings to disappear without notice. During this time, he was subjected to cruelty by the hands of the kidnappers he trusted, who sought to gain a fortune for themselves. After three years' time, Zahir returned when the kidnappers finally had their fill, only to be granted a twisted version of precisely what he'd wanted, the very idea that drove him to create such a scheme: the relief of his duties and expectations as ruler, replaced by the decidedly lighter weight that was Crown Prince. Although it's been about two decades since that event, Zahir is, in a way, mentally stuck there. Impulsively indulgent and certainly scarred, he utilizes debauchery as a means of distraction from both himself and the countries converging on the world stage that is the Red Fort of the Mughal Empire. Half a prison and half a home — his home, once-forsaken — plays host to enemies and allies alike, all trapped under the demands of the here and now. Basically, Zahir's the party playboy of the Mughal Empire, coping with the partially self-inflicted traumas of his youth through utterly self-destructive means. Charismatic, witty, and uninterested in politicking, he's (hopefully) a bit of a reprieve to the courtly intrigue constantly plaguing those gathered at Lal Qila. However, he's also easily manipulated, and with his proximity to power, it's only a matter of time before someone steps in to take advantage of the prodigal prince.

*HISTORY.

[ trigger warnings for: mentions of torture / bodily harm, addiction ] Zahir is the eldest of the heirs to the Mughal Empire — and notably, he's not the current reigning individual. Though he's oft regarded as the black sheep of his family, Zahir didn't start out as such; rather, he willingly led himself down the path which gave him such an identity. Still young and reeling from the death of his older brothers who'd been shipped off to war, he'd realized an inconvenient truth about himself: he wished to reject the weighty shackles of royal expectations but still claim the benefits of his title and his family name. So, he concocted a plot to stage his own kidnapping in an effort to extort money from the Sharmas and set off as his own person. The kidnapping occurred, but to disastrous results. As Zahir was known to whisk himself away on all manner of debauched and reckless excursions without notice, the Sharmas believed it to be hoax and waited to pay off the ransom, fully expectant that the prince would return home when he was tired of his games. However, the longer the family refused to pay, the more tireless and indulgent the kidnappers grew, and they began to torture the young prince, to the point of breaking, branding, and even severing different parts of his body in their own efforts to extort the Sharmas. After three years' time, he was returned back to his family — broken beyond measure, no longer the boy prince he'd been before the incident, and instead an unrecognizable, deeply scarred young man whose re-entry into royal life was met with such sorrow. Zahir could not nor wanted to confess his involvement in his disappearance. Who we was he to cause an even deeper fissure in hearts which had only just begun to heal? The rumors swirled nonetheless, particularly when the court realized that Zahir, as the technical eldest, could make a play for the title and throne his younger sister had been granted during his absence. The family, knowing the extent of his brokenness at this time, decreed that he would be the Crown Prince of the Mughal Empire, as he was when his parents were still alive — a title which would only change upon the birth of the Empress' first child, who would then be next in line. Zahir is a kind of walking Greek tragedy, an exploration of the irony of obtaining one's dreams by being forced to endure one's living nightmares. Though his disappearance was roughly twenty years ago and his body has aged accordingly, his mind seems stuck in what it was then: a cowardly, impulsive young man with a predilection for utter hedonism. The torture he endured caused a lasting dependence on alcohol and any other mind-altering tonics and substances he can get his hands on. Now, with the whole of the world's burning gaze set upon the Mughal Empire like the sun's rays through a magnifying glass, Zahir relies on debauchery as distraction to conceal the horrid truth of himself.

*WANTED CONNECTIONS.

[ definitely a wip, my brain's a bit wiped rn so will add as gameplay progresses! ]

[wrvtchedhearts]

RAKESH GHAI - the wolf in sheep's clothing

Stats --

FULL NAME: Rakesh Syed Ghai

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 38 -- February 24th

OCCUPATION: veterinarian, capo

MEMBER OF JADE TRIBE

GENDER & PRONOUNS: bi-gender, they/he

SEXUALITY: Bisexual, Biromantic

LANGUAGES: Hindi, Gujarati, English

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced

FC: sidharth malhotra

Biography / Headcanons --

Rakesh was born on American soil, the child of first generation immigrants from Delhi, India. His parents, while both with a masters degree from renowned universities in Delhi, could not find fitting jobs in Austin, Texas. His father was a taxi driver, while his mother became a school teacher. There was never enough money to go around, and often times they sat without electricity or water.

Soon as Rakesh was old enough, they ran from home, done with the high expectations, after all, it was always paired with disinterest. It didn't matter what Rakesh wanted to do, their parent's dreams had to be followed. They completely disappeared from the map.

Then remerged at age twenty-one in New York City, with a certificate proving they could legally practice being a veterinarian, and a new found rage. One they kept perfectly hidden beneath a goofy smile and kind eyes.

Rakesh got into crime merely by association, life in NYC wasn't easy, one had to fight for a spot, and so they did. Using connections with the Jade Tribe to build their practice, and using their practice to build their position at the Jade Tribe.

He comes off as a harmless goof, but he could actually kill you. Though if there is a diplomatic option, he’ll go for that.

He has an intense caffeine addiction, will get jittery if he doesn’t get his cuppa in the morning.

While Rakesh has cut all ties with their past, culture, and community, there are times when they visible feel untethered, grasping at straws to belong somewhere, anywhere, if only for an hour.

Has a 14 year old daughter and an ex-wife.

[heartxsighs]

✦ ・( megan suri. cis woman. she / her. ) ⸺   🦬   greetings,  buffalos !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  HER  FAVORITE  PAIR  OF  FUZZY  ANIMAL - PRINT  SOCKS  we’ve  spotted  NOOR  RAI,  a  TWENTY - FIVE  years  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  SCAVENGER.   according  to  our  intel,  she’s  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  FIVE  YEARS  and  what  we  know  about  her,  aside  from  the  fact  that  she  DOESN’T  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  she  doesn't  feel  quite  at  home  in  the  sanctuary,  thus  leading  her  to  scavenging  on  the  outside  and  thinking  about  days  long  past  before  the  brutal  deaths  of  her  parents,  which  she  shouldered  alone  as  a  child  and  forced  her  into  growing  up  fast;  she  has  a  beautiful,  warm  smile  but  she  finds  it  hard  to  display  it,  leading  her  to  looking  a  bit  hard,  especially  because  she's  usually  in  resting  bitch  face  mode;  she'll  argue  what  she  thinks  is  right  or  fair  and  tends  to  be  rather  blunt  and  bitchy,  but  the  presence  of  those  fuzzy  animal - print  socks  and  pink  notebook  with  hearts  drawn  on  the  inside  shows  that  she's  not  all  toughness  and  hard  edges.  doesn’t  that  make  them  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  her  so  much,  grateful  for  what  she  gives  to  our  community.

꒰ basics ꒱ ✦ full name. noor kanika rai ✦ nicknames. n/a ✦ age. twenty-five ✦ d.o.b. august 10th (leo) ✦ gender. cis woman ✦ pronouns. she/her ✦ orientations. pansexual homoromantic ✦ marital status. single ✦ occupation. scavenger ✦ languages spoken. english, hindi

꒰ physical ꒱ ✦ hair color. black ✦ eye color. brown ✦ height. 5 ft 4 in ✦ piercings. one in each ear, one in her right nostril ✦ tattoos. none - she's never had much of an interest in getting one, but if she did, it would probably be some metal band lyrics on her wrist ✦ distinguishing marks. she has a few scrapes and scars on her arms and legs from getting out of rougher territory (and the trouble she seems to find herself in occasionally) ✦ fashion style. lots of jeans and flannel shirts over band tees. you won't catch her dead in a dress, so don't even try to convince her. muted colors are her favorite, or just plain wearing black - if she has something cute or pastel-colored on, it'll be because someone gifted it to her and she begrudgingly wore it to make them happy for a day before deciding to remove it ✦ face claim. megan suri

꒰ psychological ꒱ ✦ positive traits. resourceful, determined, independent, freethinking, firm ✦ negative traits. abrupt, sarcastic, cynical, argumentative, stubborn ✦ mbti type. entj - the commander ✦ temperament. choleric ✦ education level. high school graduate (only after she arrived at the sanctuary - she hadn't even started her freshman year before the virus outbreak and while education wasn't firmly fixed in her mind, some people were insistent that she go back and at least 'earn' her degree, even if it's unofficially) ✦ hobbies / skills. she likes to keep busy and keep her hands moving, so she's likely asked people to teach her various skills - carpentry, cooking, etc. however well this has gone really depends on her ability to stay focused on each task, which depends on her interest. she loved the carpentry, hated the cooking. ✦ mental ailments. depression ✦ physical ailments. she was injured in a previous scavenge run and her ankle likes to bum around sometimes, but it hasn't given her enough trouble to keep her from going out. she's never down and out if she can help it

꒰ familial ꒱ ✦ mother. name rai (deceased) ✦ father. name rai (deceased) ✦ siblings. anushka rai, sister; other siblings (deceased) ✦ children. hell no ✦ significant other. none currently

꒰ history꒱ (a very messy rundown but here we go!!) cw: familial death

✦ noor was the youngest in her family, meaning that everyone spent their time trying to shelter and protect her. funnily enough, though, she ended up preferring to do things on her own after some of them made it clear she was too young to hang out with them ✦ she did fairly well in school, was neither a nerd nor a jock - just your average elementary and middle schooler who fell somewhere in the middle of things. what she definitely was into was music, and not the kind her mother or father would have approved of. she was obsessed with making playlists and sneaking band t-shirts into the house, the ones with skulls on them ✦ she probably would have started rocking some dark makeup and a specific style, too, had things not gone to hell in a handbasket before she could make it to high school. her childhood and subsequent teenage years were very quickly taken from her and she was pushed into growing up quicker than she expected, finding herself in unknown territory with a brain that wasn't fully formed, but could still process that things would be forever changed ✦ a lot of her life has been spent trying to survive, as well as not be a burden on those who looked out for her until she could watch out for herself reasonably well. but she always wanted to be involved in decisions, to know the truth of what they were facing. in hindsight, so much being on the shoulders of a girl that young did, in fact, make her much more bitter towards the world than she might have been. but she doesn't think she regrets being in the know instead of being kept in the dark - after all, the world wasn't a place to go in blind ✦ she survived but many around her did not, including her parents and her siblings. having to shoulder that load was agonizing, especially when she ended up being the only one left. having to carry on afterward was even harder for someone as young as noor was at the time. she found a way, though, and after a matter of time in a couple different groups, she found her way to the sanctuary, where she's lived for the last five years ✦ after what she's seen and had to do in order to survive, though, it's hard for her to try to live 'normally'. after all, literally half of her life has been spent in this new world, and something doesn't sit right for her to play pretend - to go to the 'bar' and get a drink, or find the library and look at a book. she's spent so long in survival mode that she doesn't know much of any other way, thus leading her into scavenging and getting out of the bounds of the sanctuary as often as she possibly can, never being idle there for too long ꒰ headcanons ꒱ ✦ she hasn't had a chance to really explore her preferences. that said, she is a full disaster lesbian who definitely stared at cute girls in her classes and didn't realize why she was doing it until she was older ✦ she does get a bit resentful when people overly worry for her. she's survived this long and doesn't expect that things are going to be much different on any other given day, so noor doesn't believe spending any time stressing for her safety is going to help someone at all. it's just going to give them high blood pressure, and do you really wanna deal with that? nah. ✦ she once dreamt of becoming a drummer or guitar player and was probably secretly saving some money up to buy one of these instruments by doing some jobs around the neighborhood, such as cutting grass, etc. who really knows if that dream would have come true, though. she certainly doesn't *cue sarcasm* ✦ she hates the hell out of coffee but it keeps her awake and alert, so she chugs the stuff like it's her life's blood. and when i say chug, i MEAN chug. five huge gulps and a cup is gone and her stomach hurts, but boy isn't it a rush to the bloodstream ✦ she'll speak her mind always. if she isn't, there's probably something wrong or some hidden reason as to why she's keeping what she thinks to herself ꒰ wanted connections꒱

✦ i'd love to have someone that she shares a dorm room with. she's in and out of the sanctuary as much as possible, so her side of the room is probably pretty bare except for necessary items and a few knick knacks. it leaves a lot of space for her roommate to do whatever they want in the room when she's away, as long as they don't mess with noor's side ✦ workout buddies!!! especially over the last five years. she wants to stay #swole and while it's typically not hard to convince her to do a workout, she does get out of the routine occasionally. i imagine her as more of a drill sergeant than anyone else, so maybe also people she has to kick the ass of to get them into gear? ✦ like i said above, she is very gay. but she also has no idea how to romance a woman, couldn't tell you the first thing about it. someone she finds herself stuttering and stumbling metaphorically around would be so fun to me. taking her from, well, not confident but at least certain of herself, to just heart eyes over someone would be a great ride ✦ other scavengers to be her friend! i'd say she feels... freer? when she's outside of the sanctuary and though she's not someone to hide herself away at all, being looser out there definitely helps her to get into more vulnerable aspects ✦ she likes to speak her mind but there are some she may filter herself more around, just because she doesn't want to shatter their beliefs that things will get better one day. her sister is one such person, and though it's very rare, there could be friends she has that don't get the fullness of her thoughts ✦ friends are great, but also people who don't like her? who think she's very abrasive? i just honestly want everything and anything, please!! ✦ people to teach her various skills she's interested in!

[deeptixbhandari]

STATISTICS

FULL NAME : Deepti Bhandari ALIAS : AGE : 34 DATE  OF  BIRTH : January 5th, 1989 HOMETOWN : Dehli, India TIME IN EAST HAVEN : Since 2005 RESIDENCE : Claret Park FACECLAIM : Deepika Padukone trigger warning: huntington disorder, bullying

EDUCATION : Business and Management OCCUPATION : Co-Owner and Manager at House of Dehlicasies GENDER : Cis-Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY : Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single HAIR COLOUR : Brown/Black EYE  COLOUR : Hazel brown HEIGHT : 5'7" /171 cm BUILD : Slim ACCENT : American with a hint of Indian LANGUAGES : Hindi, English, Punjabi Urdu TATTOOS : Butterfly tattoo on her neck SCENT: Olympea by Paco Rabanne. ZODIAC : Capricorn LOVE LANGUAGE : Words of affirmation, quality time. CLOTHING: Classy, Business Chique HAIR STYLE:  ( x )

CONDITIONS : Huntington Syndrome ALLERGIES : Strawberries EXERCISE HABITS : Yoga and Pilates SLEEPING HABITS : Uses two pillows and a side pilow, side sleeper. ADDICTIONS : None DRUG  USE : None ALCOHOL USE : Occasionally

POSITIVE  TRAITS : Clever, Hard-working, mature NEGATIVE TRAITS : Resentful, blunt, distant PHOBIAS : Athazagoraphobia FEARS : Starting to forget HOBBIES : knitting, puzzles, pilates HABITS : mimicks sounds on the radio or tv. USUAL DEMEANOUR : Composed.

FATHER : Zahir Bhandari MOTHER : Jiya Bhandari SIBLINGS : four siblings. PARTNERS : None CHILDREN : None PETS : None.

BIOGRAPHY

Deepti was born in a loving family back in busy Dehli. Her father Zahir, took over the reins of his family restaurant that he ran with his wife, Jiya. Her parents were barely in their twenties when Deepti was born, bringing much joy and happiness to their family, which only grew from that point. Deepti is able to say she counts four siblings, which made for a crowded and very crowded household. In Dehli, Deepti remembers having been the most happy. Looking back fondly to the festivals, the temples she visited with her family. The community and way of life was one she thought she would never have to miss. But when she was sixteen, Deepti’s parents decided to move out of the country for political reasons, and she had to say goodbye to her dear Dehli.

They settled down in Providence Peak, Colorado. A place that barely resembled her old neighbourhood, her own home. Her father had made enough with his restaurant that they were able to settle in a house large enough for the seven of them, even starting a new restaurant within the town’s center: the House of Dehlicasies, a name chosen by her brother who always did love a good pun. Having to finish ‘high school’ in the USA was strange to say the least, and after discussion between her parents and the school she, along with her other siblings, would have to redo a whole year to acclimatize to their new surroundings. Deepti didn’t mind, feeling rather overwhelmed by everything and everyone. Having to survive in the American system definitely hardened Deepti, who along with her siblings were often the target for bullying due to their accents, the fact they had their father’s homemade cooking to school and the fact they weren’t as sharp to American customs and sayings as their peers were. Going to college, Deepti definitely adjusted, standing her ground and not letting anything drag her down. She didn’t have a lot of friends but the few she did create are ones to last a lifetime.  

Deepti graduated college in a degree for business and management, always having been great with schedules and numbers. She worked for numerous of companies through her life; ranging from law firms to an accountant firm and even for the government at some point, which is where she met Lewis Negan, a gallant officer in the U.S. Army who swept Deepti off her feet. Out of the flings and short relationships she had, she never pictured herself to be able to fall as hard as this. It didn’t take them long to get engaged, getting him as far as to want to settle in Providence Peak so she could be close with her family, which was a good call.

Her mother began to forget things, and not in a way where she couldn’t find her keys or mixed up the names of her children, but important chunks of information. When the twitching in her hand started, Zahir took her to the hospital where she was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease. This being an inherited disorder, Zahir and Jiya brought their children up to speed as soon as possible, leaving it to each of them to get tested or not. Deepti decided to do so, and was faced with the horrible truth that she was indeed a carrier of the mutation, meaning that she would start showing symptoms between 35 and 55 years old. Being thirty-four, Deepti felt her clock had begun to ran out at a rapid pace. She hoped for the support of her Lewis, but not being able to deal with the idea of having to take care of his wife at an early age, Lewis decided to end their engagement and left Providence Peak.

For the last year, Deepti has put her energy into renovating her home that she now inhabits alone. She’s also quit her job so that she can help her father run the restaurant and is working there fulltime so he can spend time with his wife. Deepti has definitely become bitter about the newfound information of her health and the inevitable ending of her life. Why make memories when in the end she will forget them after after all? With her 35th birthday coming closer, Deepti definitely feels like she is spiraling.

[nice2meetyouu]

Continuation ito ng kwento ko about sa recent online job. Para siyang plot twist na positive.

Screenshot grabbed from a facebook post.

In fairness sa international community este 'yung boss ko na gusto akong maging full time worker sa business niya, edi ba nga dinecline ko kasi ang gusto kong sahod ay mas malaki at gusto ko ng mas magandang schedule, pero hindi naman naging falling out 'yung nangyari.

Cool lang siya about it at sabi niya, naiintindihan niya. Nu'ng sinabi ko na may offer sa akin na ganito-ganyan, sabi pa niya that's great at masaya siya for me. Kaloka!!!

In the end parang hindi naman ako na-fire at 'yung pag-quit ko ewan ko ano nang status. Pinag-usapan pa nga namin 'yung next na ihihire niya hahaha. Ano raw masasabi ko sa skills at character ni [person 1] at [person 2]? Tapos kanina, hinahanap niya sa akin 'yung file ni client 1, kasi hindi raw niya makita. Baka raw ayaw na kaming ka-work ni client 1 dahil late siyang naka-reply. Hahaha naging casual 'yung chat???

Naloka ako kasi I guess, base sa screenshot and sa general environment na kinalakihan ko, may mga ganyang sasabihin sa 'yo pag nag-decline ka sa offer or umalis ka. Nagpabakuna nga lang ako at ininsist na pwede akong mabakunahan, nasabihan na ako ng pinoy encoder na "mayabang" eh "estudyante lang naman" daw ako at "asan prc mo?"

Anyway, tinanong pa ni boss, ilan na nga raw 'yung trinabaho ko (kasi nga sahod dapat ngayon at initially worried ako na baka ipitin niya 'yung sahod pag 'di ako pumayag sa new arrangement). Andami kong inoverthink pero siya pa 'yung nag-reach out about it. Hahahaha.

Akalain mo, may mga non-toxic environment pala? Pwede pala 'yung walang drama?

[ladychandraofthemoone]

✨Lady✨

The creation goddess herself…she cries out tears of pure gold dust that heals anything it touches and brings life back to ensuring that death is swift and painless…if consumed it is said to taste just like sugar candy…she can transform into a giant figure….can interact within dreams…

A WIP on what lady would wear, she was inspired by La Muerte, who was based off of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte and La Catrina (I’m biased and I made my Lady indigenous Afro-Mexican). It really fits my Lady’s role, as she’s always surrounded by marigolds and like Kyle/Proteus, has marking to symbolize her status/position as a ruler(her’s are more based off of sugar skulls and facial painting in Dia de Los Muertos, his are more Hindi based) but unlike him, she is able cover them up with magic 🪄 

A quick sketch ✍️ I did of Lady while figuring her out, I’ll digitally doodle her soon with a certain group of ghosts (just say that she let her hair loose instead of her traditional dreadlocks) 

anywho hope this makes up for the lack of art c u all very soon peace ✌️ 

[sanguisxferox]

{ THE ESSENTIALS }

Name: Henry Cohen Age: 130 Species: Blood Witch / alchemist Familiar: Eric Draven (Crow) Powers: Other than typical blood witch powers, Henry and his family are able to create 2-way fixed portals anywhere in the world that can be activated with a specific powder and their blood. The doors are noncorporeal and invisible. They are located all around New Orleans (and the world), giving Henry access to any places he wishes to go or take others with him without being seen. His homemade powders are mixed with his blood for quick use and to skip usually long rituals, different colors for different things, hence why his fingers often look stained when he uses them a lot. Deity: Primarily, the God of Travelling (deceased), but highly regards similar ones that guide souls; like Anubis, Fengdu Ghosts, Charon, Shinigami, Xolotl, Veles, etc. Gender, Pronouns, Sexual & Romantic identities: Cis-male. He/him. Homosexual. Homoromantic Residence / Years: Lakeview / 50 years Affiliation / Years:  N/A Job / Workplace: Portal Maker/Guide & Owner of Wyrmwood Apothecary (French Quarter) Relationship status: Single Positive traits: Loyal, reliable, resourceful, witty, honest, loving Negative traits: Sassy, inconsiderate, short-tempered, self-serving, obsessive

{ FAMILY TREE }

They are, for the most part, alive, but none of them currently lives in New Orleans other than Henry. They can be found all around the world.

{ HEADCANONS }

Henry was born in England and of Jewish descent. His birthday is on October 23rd, making him a Scorpio.

He can switch back and forth between a Londoner accent and a New Orleans one.

It was while visiting his uncle in New Orleans that he fell in love with the city and decided to settle down there. His uncle left a few years later, leaving Henry to be the last of his family in town.

He speaks English, French, Spanish, and Louisiana French. He can understand Hindi well enough, but isn’t very good at speaking it.

One of his most common nickname (like the rest of his family) is The Traveller(s)

The Cohen are rumoured to be descendants of the God of Travelling; hence why they can make portals and guide people through them the way they do.

Henry owns and run an Apothecary in the French Quarter called Wyrmwood Apothecary.

He can get dangerously obsessive when he wants something/someone and he’ll go to great length to get what he desires.

The Cohen's divinely blessed bloodline is something the Higher Ups of the Deathrunners found out; resulting in them making a deal with the family a long time ago. The purpose was to get some of their blood for the corruption of Mathias Attano, which was a good deal until the Higher Ups became too greedy.

Recently, their greediness led them to almost draining Henry out of his blood, but he managed to escape. The direct attack has put the Deathrunners at odds with the Cohen Family all across the world.

Unbeknownst to Henry, the attack on him wasn’t as random as he thought, nor only out of greed and no one other than the Higher Ups know what provoked the attack.

As a consequences, any know members of the Deathrunners are turned around by the Cohen family (or killed on the spot) who now refuses to make portals for them and in Henry’s case to let them enter his Apothecary shop.

Standing at 1.80m (5'11"), Henry has a charming presence to him. He has wavy, slightly curly hair that falls just below the nape of his neck, accentuating his striking turquoise-like eyes and a full, short beard. As a blood witch alchemist, his fingers are often stained from creating vibrant powders for quick use, hinting at his craft. He prefers a casual style, typically wearing dark denim jeans, a plain white t-shirt and an assortment of leather jackets he loves to flaunt. With an attractive, mischievous aura, he effortlessly draws attention while exuding an intriguing blend of danger and allure.

{ CONNECTIONS }

Ricardo Jimenez / Best friend: He’s also his closest one. Henry would kill just about anyone to protect him. They have known each other for 15 years. But the incident with the Deathrunners has caused a crack in the foundation of their friendship as Henry is now cautious and distrusting of all Deathrunners. He knows his best friend had nothing to do with it, but knows that the Higher Ups could do something to control him.

The Deathrunners / Enemy: Although, his hatred for them is mostly targeted at the Higher Ups of the faction, he still stays away from them as much as possible.

Rus Saint-Cyr / Physical therapist: He's Henry’s obsession. Someone that Henry wants and someone he wants to want him. Henry met him after the incident with the Deathrunners. He was extremely helpful in Henry’s recovering.

Mathias Attano / Cautious acquaintance: Henry knows about Mathias more than Mathias knows about what has been done to him. It's because he too is a victim that Henry talks to him. He's also aware of Mathias' real position amongst the Deathrunners.

Suresh Lal / Business partner: For as long as there was a Cohen in New Orleans, they had the Lotus Eaters’ leader as business partner. Exclusive potion ingredients in exchange of fast travelling through the Cohen’s portals.

Versipellis Singh / Business partner / Close friend: They met a few years ago, when Versi was starting his business and become friends and part-time business partners when Henry’s portals came in handy for fast travelling. Unknown to Versi, Henry has quite often used his blood powers to control human customers and made people (including Versi) that the customers were possessed by a ghost.

{ WANTED CONNECTIONS }

Friends, Employees at the Apothecary Store, Frenemies

[succiducus]

{ranveer singh, 35, non-binary, they/them} We are so glad to see you safe, RULER MUNJAL BHATI of THE MUGHAL EMPIRE! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are SARCASTIC and ADAPTABLE enough to handle it. Just don’t let your NONCHALANCE bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out you idolize the person responsible for the death of the previous monarchs.

b a s i c s //

birth name: munjal hassan bhati

birthday: tbd

occupation: ruler of the mughal empire

orientation: asexual / demiromantic

status: betrothed to parvati sharma

languages: gujarati, hindi, english, persian

character influences: ganondorf (tloz), gellert grindelwald (hp/fb), saruman the white (lotr), suguru geto (jjk), shimura danzo (naruto).

tarot card: the emperor

p e r s o n a l i t y //

The confidence that a childhood of love and ease under the rule of the Sharma's made them fearless and cocky. They've never needed affirmations of their worth nor did they worry about needing to protect themselves from negative forces; they had all the necessary tools to prevail in their belt and in their mind. Highly intelligent and well-trained in combat and strategy, Munjal used these traits to gain whatever they wanted, whenever they wished it. However, corrupt wasn't a word to describe them. They have morales, even if a bit a crooked and selfish, and hurting the empire they grew up in isn't a thought in their mind. Regardless of thirst for power or influence, Munjal has a gentleness about them. As the older Bhati twin, Munjal loves attention and praise whether it's negative or positive; they love their younger sibling with everything they have and will go great lengths to protect them, especially now that they've secured the throne of the empire. They're a bit of a nuisance; they've turned down every betrothal, their sarcastic tongue gets them in trouble, and can be a bit flighty and mean when necessary (or when hungry). Their softer side is a rarity, protected by sarcasm, politics, and nonchalance but they're not unlevelled in thought - they know when to quit.

p r e s e n t d a y //

The death of the Sharma's didn't quite come as the surprise they were hoping for; they had made a terrible decision to gather the grieving and non-grieving nations from around the world under the guise of a grand memoriam that turned out to be a party. Munjal knew that it had placed a bitter taste in the mouths of the bereaved yet they figured that if there were to be an attack, the might and power of their military would push them back. They were wrong, of course. Usually one to gather gossip with wide eyes and an amused smile, Munjal stopped laughing when the empire was sent into chaos. They grew anxious, awaiting the day when the remaining sharmas took the throne and brought peace to the land; but it never came. Day after day, the yelling and fighting in the streets worsened - and every day, Munjal grew angrier. Angry until they could stand it no longer. Once idolizing the Sharma's, inheriting their empire wasn't exactly what they thought it would be either; chaos had not only erupted in the streets of Delhi, chaos was also written behind the scenes of their empire as well. And now it was their job to gain the respect and support of an empire torn by death. Only two questions remained, however, who had done in their empresses? And when could they meet them?

c o n n e c t i o n s //

akshay chaudhari (valet) - to be written

parvati sharma (betrothed) - to be written

[flcralhaze]

{ wawwa nicha , 32 , cis woman , she/her } we are so glad to see you safe, queen aranya chakri of thailand ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days , but i hear that you are eloquent and altruistic enough to handle it. just don’t let your melancholy bring you down. stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out you once considered leaving your husband and sometimes question your choice to stay.

basic information.

full name: aranya chakri. nickname: anya. name meaning: wild forest. age: thirty-two. date of birth: october 10th. astrological sign: libra. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: heteroromantic , heterosexual. spoken languages: thai , english , french , mandarin , japanese , conversational hindi. title: queen of thailand. martial status: married to king thanin chakri. loyalty: thailand and it's people , the chakris.

personality.

positive: eloquent ,  altruistic ,  graceful ,  jovial , charismatic. negative: melancholic ,  prim ,  vengeful , conflicted , reticent. moral alignment: neutral good. temperament: sanguine. mbti: esfj - the consul. enneagram: 2w3 , the hostess. hobbies: playing the krachappi , dancing , needlework & embroidery.

family ties.

father: lord jaturong saengkaew , a prominent thai noble. mother: lady pranee saengkaew. siblings: one older brother and two younger siblings. spouse: king thanin chakri , husband. children: fa ying chakri , daughter , deceased. klahan chakri , son , deceased. extended: risa chakri , sister in law. pet: a thai cat named chai.

history.

born into a family of great wealth, aranya grew up knowing that she would want for little and that one day she would wed someone of equal or greater than she. she was the second born but eldest daughter, and while her brother would one day lead their family, she would provide them with a valuable alliance. aranya was taught how to be a lady since she was young. her music lessons, which included singing and learning how to play the krachappi, were her favorite, but she also enjoyed her dance lessons.

aranya was rarely seen without a smile on her face. she rarely had an unkind for anyone she crossed paths with unless they said something unkind to her or her family first. when her family hosted parties, she would be the last one to leave the dance floor and never said no to an invitation to show off her singing or play the krachappi.

she might have not been born with any royal titles, but the people of thailand adored her. the jewel of thailand, they called her. it was certainly aided by the kindness aranya showed the people, often stepping outside of her family home to converse with those who lived in her family's domain and extending a helping hand when she could. seeing how beloved she was only made her parents set their sights higher when it came to selecting her spouse, especially when they realized the chakris showed interest in arranging a betrothal.

aranya was all smiles on her wedding day. she might've known little of her husband to be but idealism colored her outlook. with time and as they grew to know each other, they would find happiness, even love, with each other; she believed it entirely.

the reality was a stark and crushing difference. her love for her country was immense but aranya hadn't wanted to wed thailand. she'd dreamed of a husband she could stand proudly beside, but hers barely spoke to her. the more closed off he was, the more she shut herself away. her smiles gradually began fading, hurt quieted the fondness she felt, and soon aranya ceased all efforts at trying to get through to her husband. she turned all her attention to the country and its people, but it wasn't enough for a woman who'd dreamed of love. gradually, the prospect of leaving her husband took root in her mind. the title of queen meant little to her, especially when it was costing her the chance at happiness. worried that an annulment wouldn't be granted if requested, she made her plans in the shadows to leave and seek out refuge elsewhere until the marriage was ended. and then aranya learned that she was pregnant.

hope blossomed once more. maybe a child would bring her husband and her together at last. even if it didn't, she couldn't bring herself to deprive her child of their father or thailand of its heir - her love for her country ran too deep. so she stayed. aranya was a wonderful, natural mother. her daughter and her son were her entire world. there was a noticeable shift in the queen's mood once her daughter was born; she smiled more, resumed playing the krachappi more often, and doted upon her children. while other royals might've entrusted a large portion of their child's care to a governess, aranya refused, only keeping on on staff in case she needed help. when her children were alive, aranya didn't once regret her decision to stay married. had she left, she might've missed out on motherhood.

and then her children were taken from her. a mother's duty was to protect her children, and aranya had failed. their loss utterly devastated her. she wouldn't leave her room for days, refusing all food, and her sobs echoed through the palace. being left to mourn alone, her husband nowhere to be found, only deepened the wound. grief eventually combined with vengeance, growing stronger when thailand wasn't invited to the mughal empire despite, in her opinion, suffering the gravest loss.

arc o1.

aranya arrived determined to find her children's killer no matter the cost. storming into lal qila with the aid of the french left an unpleasant taste in her mouth left a bitter taste in her mouth but it was necessary. as was searching the rooms for the smallest scrap of evidence that could point them in the right direction and then approving the reveal of the secrets discovered. and yet no clear answers arrived. only more tragedy.

timeskip.

returning to thailand nurtured her soul, its warm air softening the edges rage had hardened, but since the dead couldn't be raised from the grave and justice remained elusive, grief remained. some days were better than others but no day was without sorrow. aranya distracted herself with work, dedicating herself fully to her duties and the thai people. she spent even more time away from the royal palace and amongst the people. her children were gone but her country still needed her and by helping them, she could ignore her grief for some time. until she returned to the palace and instead of a husband welcoming her back, it was her grief.

her need for vengeance didn't vanish. the culprits were out there somewhere; she needed to find them and bring them to justice. only she didn't know where to begin. aranya thought she would be investigating alone but much to her surprise her husband joined her. in the evenings, they would look over whatever documents they could get their hands on, searching for any lead. hours were initially spent in silence but gradually conversation grew, and anya realized it wasn't the king she was talking to but rather the man she had always hoped to meet but had given up hope of it ever happening. thanin vanished every morning, replaced once more by the king, introducing a new ache in aranya's heart. yet she told herself this one was bearable. speaking with her husband for a few hours a day was better than not seeing him at all.

the journey to ethiopia proved more difficult than she expected. aranya initially attributed her fatigue and mild sickness to the rough journey, often downplaying it for it wasn't the first time rough seas had upset her stomach. but a few days before they arrived in ethiopia, she sought out the thai court physician and learned the truth: she was pregnant. anya didn't know what to feel. here she was, miles from home and about to step on foreign shores for the first time since the reckoning, and pregnant. never before had she felt so happy and terrified at once. at a loss for words and mind still coming to terms with the news, aranya has yet to tell anyone, including her husband, and is unsure how to break the news.

headcanons.

music is her safe haven. in thailand, she's renowned for her skills on the krachappi and her dancing. the unhappiness in her marriage did decrease how frequently she played in public, but she still played in the privacy of her quarters and when she visited with the thai people. since the murders of her children, however, she has refused to touch the instrument despite bringing it with her to the mughal empire.

normally a very social person who embraces any chance to meet new people. it doesn't always come across at first since her normal demeanor is prim and proper but once initial introductions are made, aranya's joyful personality emerges. she delights in inviting new friends to join her for tea and walks in the garden in order to get to know them better. or at least, she did. the anya that arrives at lal qila is a very visible shade of her former self but for certain people her true self shines through her grief.

she is never seen out in public unless her appearance is polished and not a hair is out of place. a little vain, yes, but she sees no shame in it.

public perception is crucial to her. the last thing she wants is for people to realize the true state of her marriage, knowing it would put thailand at risk, so she is constantly playing the role of a good wife in public. no one can know that despite their years of marriage, her husband remains a stranger and that they live mostly apart.

the people's queen through and through. there was a reason the people of thailand rejoiced when her betrothal was announced. whenever she goes out in public, there is always a crowd eager to greet and speak with her.

she isn't exactly a realist by nature but by circumstance. she often misses how idealistic she once was and while a small spark of that still burns, she fears the world will soon finishing snuffing it out.

her daughter had been given a thai cat for her third birthday. after her death, aranya began caring for the cat and brings it with her everywhere.

a small part of her does blame herself for her children's deaths. she feels that if she would've left her husband at any point in the past three years that they wouldn't have been killed. also partially blames her husband for not protecting them better.

deep down, she knows this quest for vengeance won't fill the gapping hole in her heart, but it truly feels like all she has left, the only thing that keeps her waking up each morning in the wake of losing her children.

[oversparklingmemories]

Introducing: Raj Kumar

[CISMALE, HE/HIM/HIS]. Hey, is that RAHUL KOHLI, no that is just RAJ KUMAR around Turtle Bay. I heard they are 40 years old, and their birthday is NOVEMBER 13th 1982. They rest their heads in the OCEANSIDE but they can mainly be found working as A DOCTOR. Some say they are SMART, FUNNY, CARING and can be BOSSY, RESERVED, COCKY. If they had a theme song it would be, MY WISH by RASCAL FLATTS. I hear they are LOCAL, either way Turtle Bay is home and welcomes you!

Full Name: Raj Bharat Kumar

Place of Birth: Mumbai, India

Family:

Mother: Nita Kumar Father: Bharat Kumar Siblings: N/A

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Doctor

Bio:

Raj Bharat Kumar was born and spent most of his childhood in India. He grew up as the only child to two Hindi parents. When he was in high school his dad got offered a position as a professor in America, so the entire family moved to North Carolina to start their new life abroad. The change was a bit different to Raj at first, but he did adjust to his new life after a couple of months.

About two months after moving to the United States Raj met a classmate named Felicity who was tutoring him in American history because he had years of the subject to catch up on. The two of them started spending a lot of time together because she was one of the first friends he had made. Over time things started to change though, because Raj realized that he had feelings for her. During their Senior year he finally plucked up the nerve to ask her out and thankfully for him she had been feeling the same way.

The two of them continued dating throughout college as they ended up attending the same school. During this early college years he also took his American citizen test because by this point he was pretty determined to stay in the states and have a life with Felicity. Around the time Raj was considering proposing to her, he also got accepted into Stanford Med school which was a huge deal. The only problem was that Felicity wanted to attend a different graduate degree that was local. However she still encouraged him to follow his dreams and they decided to do long distance.

Med School was extremely time consuming and eventually despite his and Felicity’s best efforts the two of them ended up calling it quits. Although they vowed to remain friends because they both felt like they had been through so much together and it would be hard not to be in each other’s lives at all.  Raj feels like part of him will always love her, but he felt he did the right thing by letting her go.

Raj continued to work his way through med school and he was close to the top of his class when he graduated. He was happy that he had achieved his goal, and was ready to start being able to help people. So instead of accepting a job at a top hospital like most people expected him to do he ended up getting a job at a smaller hospital where he would be able to have more of a connection with the people that he was treating.

Raj has been working as a doctor for some time now and he really does find himself enjoying it. Sure sometimes he is exhausted but she doesn’t regret the choices that he had made to get him to this point. He loves his job and he loves being able to help people every day. Some day he is hoping to start a family of his own.

[amarhastings]

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STATS

full name: amar hastings

nickname(s): am (only by a selected few, most people call him hastings or amar)

age/date of birth: 33 / october 6th, 1990

zodiac sign: libra ☼ capricorn ☾ taurus ↑

gender identity: cis male (he/him)

face claim: dev patel

place of birth: oxford, england

current location: fairford, wa

neighborhood: mountainside

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

occupation: businessman

education level: mba in business

fears: heights

hobbies: driving, gardening, reading, crafting

languages spoken: english, hindi, french, punjabi, italian and spanish

height: 6'2

instruments played: piano, french horn, violin

tattoos: none (yet)

piercings: none

labels: the soiled dove, the benefactor

positive traits: earnest, reliable, dedicated, meticulous, articulate

negative traits: secretive, unyielding, workaholic, resentful, argumentative

favorite color: depends (for clothing is neutral colors, for decorations a wam orange/brown pallet— he tends to graviatate towards that pallet more when it comes to most things)

favorite food: italian food

allergies: none

right or left-handed?: right-handed

parents: aadhira bhatt (oncologist), thomas hastings (ceo), amber hastings (step mother/real estate mogul)

sibling(s): tba hastings

pet(s): a 5 year old golden retriever that used to belong to his late fianceé

TL;DR

tw: death mention

was born in london to a single mother who tried her darn best to raise him to be a good man while also continuing her higher education to become an oncologist, dad didn't knew about him until he was 3 but once he did, he took care of him. comes from a rich family (on his dad's side), is expected to inherit the family's company and he pretty much handles half of it since it moved to america under his care. had a fiance, richard, who was a fairford local who tragically passed away a few years ago.

HEADCANONS

his family means SO much to him, he'd do anything for them, esp his mom (who now lives in california)

has a proper english accent that he absolutely claims not to have

he's not shy per se, he loves meeting people and making friends, but he has a hard time actually letting people in/learning to trust

he's a charmer by nature, though he claims he isn't. and claims to have no game— he does.

business was never something he wanted to do himself, instead something that was chosen for him. had it been his decision, amar would be either a historian or a psychiatrist (something he may do in the future, who knows? 👀)

loves art: music, painting, litrature... all of it, big advocate. sucks at each and every one of them but he is drawn to those who excell at them

okay he is still mourning so he hasn't done much of it in a while but man knows how to party. he is very reserved and proper most of the time but when there's an opportunity to party he. turns. up. and he can DANCE

hopeless romantic through and through

technologically challenged (he TRIES though, technology is just against him half of the time)

CONNECTIONS

sibling(s) (wc on main soon)

family of his late fianceé

maybe family of his own?

friends he met when his fianceé was still alive

family friends

neighbors

best friend(s)

possible love interest (?)

flirtationships

(future) fwb?

enemies

business rivals/friends

maybe future business partners?

literally anything, the sky is the limit and he is very easy going i promise!