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kanawolf · 1 year ago

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FE OC Week! Day 1 - Introduction & Day 3 - Backstory ( @fe-oc-week )

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Florence von Ludwig

(picrew from https://www.neka.cc/composer/12943 )

BIRTHDAY/AGE: 19 (pre-timeskip) / 21 (3 Hopes timeskip) / 24 (post-timeskip in 3 Houses)

NATIONALITY: Kingdom of Fargus (formerly) / Leicester Alliance (currently).

LANGUAGE/S: Common.

GENDER: Nonbinary - Fem leaning. They/Them & She/Her.

SEXUALTIY: Bisexual / Demi

CLASS: Commoner → Monk → Mage → Assassin / Warlock → Mortal Savant

WEAPONRY: Sword, bow, thunder.

HOMETOWN / AREA: Kingdom of Fargus / Leicester Alliance - Daphnel Territory

CURRENT HOME: Garreg Mach Monastery

PROFESSION: Golden Deer Student (pre-timeskip) / Mercenary + Scholar in the Leicester Alliance (post-timeskip).

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Dark indigo hair.

EYES: Pale mossy green.

NOSE: Smaller bridge that widens at the nostrils.

FACE: Oval-esc.

LIPS: Heart-shaped.

COMPLEXION: Ash-wood, rosy cheeked. Light freckles across their cheeks, scattered near the edges of their hairline & scattered over the back of their neck and shoulders.

BLEMISHES:

TATTOOS:

HEIGHT: 5’8

WEIGHT: 170lbs

BUILD: Gymnast, fencer

ALLERGIES: N/A

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: when working -

when not working/any other time -

USUAL EXPRESSION:

USUAL CLOTHING:

BACKGROUND.

Florence’s early childhood was spent in the cold north of the Guatier region, her family having lived in the Holy Kingdom of Farghus for generations, if rather in the same place. Given many of her ancestors' penchant for trade and mercantile work, they had a tendency of moving to wherever location provided the most work, and roughly around the time of Florences’ 13th birthday, her family moved once more. This time, instead of staying within the borders of their ancestral home, they moved to Leicester, passing through Galatea and Daphnel territory, before eventually settling down in Riegan territory, in one of the smaller towns, not terribly far from the capital of Derdriu.

In the 6 years between their relocation to Leicester and Florence’s attendance of the Officers Academy, her family was quick to adapt to the need of the townspeople, and as such, Florence spent much of the passing years learning all many of trade skills: sewing, leatherwork, fencing (for protection while traveling), pegasus care (learned while passing through Galatea specifically), herbology, cooking, and medicinal training.

Upon arriving at the Monastery, they joined the Golden Deer House and lent their support to their classmates with their various skills and hobbies.

After the Monastery fell, they traveled to Derdriu, rather than their hometown, in order to open up their own business; a combination of shop, where they carry tools that they are familiar with using, and a school, where they teach anyone who wants to learn skills that they are proficient in. In making their own business, they make sure to keep in touch with Claude, Hilda, and Lorenz, in order to keep their supply routes open, as well as wanting to stay aware of what else happens in Alliance.

MONASTERY EDUCATION.

DESIRED SKILLS: Magic & Sword.

DESIRED STATS: Magic & Resistance.

HIDDEN POTENTIAL: Faith.

WEAKNESS: Heavy Armor.

PRE-TIMESKIP → FALL OF GARREG MACH UNIT INFO

SKILL PROFICIENCIES

PERSONAL STATS

SWORD: D → C+

LEVEL: 1 → 20

LANCE: E

HP: 24 →

AXE: E

STRENGTH: 9 →

BOW: E → E+

MAGIC: 5 →

GAUNTLETS: E

SKILL: 8 →

REASON: E+ → C

SPEED: 6 →

FAITH: E → D+

LUCK: 5 →

AUTHORITY: E → D

DEFENSE: 5 →

HEAVY ARMOR: E

RESISTANCE: 8 →

FLYING: E+ → D+

CHARM: 5 →

RIDING: E

POST-TIMESKIP → FINAL BATTLE UNIT INFO

SKILL PROFICIENCIES

PERSONAL STATS

SWORD: C+ → A

LEVEL: 30 →

LANCE: E

HP: 37 →

AXE: E

STRENGTH: 24 →

BOW: E+ → D+

MAGIC: 30 →

GAUNTLETS: E

SKILL: 27 →

REASON: C → A

SPEED: 24 →

FAITH: D+ → B+

LUCK: 17 →

AUTHORITY: D → C+

DEFENSE: 15 →

HEAVY ARMOR: E

RESISTANCE: 22 →

FLYING: D+ → C

CHARM: 11 →

RIDING: E

PERSONALITY.

(Pre Timeskip)

Very soft spoken, Florence grew up in chaos and thus, while very accustomed to it, savors and prefers quieter moments and places. A gentle soul, they do not enjoy fighting but are very aware of the necessity in learning how to fight, in large part to having experienced multiple dangers while traveling in the road. They prefer to be a defensive fighter as a result, preferring to strike from a distance or provide support to their allies.

Good with their hands, they do take pride in the things they create (especially fabric / textile & thread based items & leatherwork), even if they do not say as much out loud, and many gifts they give and enjoy receiving are those that are handmade, but they also enjoy giving and receiving good food.

(Post Timeskip)

While they remain soft spoken and prefer gentility and quiet spaces, they certainly grow into a more self assured, assertive (when necessary), and more quietly confident after taking care of their own business during the timeskip. They are of far stronger personality, mainly due to their newfound confidence, they still do not like the limelight and are far happier to let others take the glory and spotlight.

In combat, they still prefer to be a defensive / support based unit, rather than a front line fighter, but thanks to their speed and evasion, they can more readily handle being at the front

#fe oc week #oc: florence von ludwig #day 1 - introduction #day 3 - backstory

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gladdygirl18 · 2 years ago

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Snowballs and Laughter

Happy Holidays, everyone! Surprise @sunstone-smiles! I was your Secret Santa for SquealingSanta2022! I cannot tell you how happy I was to get you! I tried to make it Christmas/holiday-themed. I really hope you enjoy this fic!

A round of applause for @hypahticklish for orchestrating this year's Squealing Santa!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

This fic contains all of the Golden Deer students and contains spoilers for Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes, Blue Lions route.

Theme for this fic: Sibling / Family/ Friend shenanigans. Playfully stealing something, banter, or playing a game (etc.) that then turns into tickling.

Summary: Christmas time was on the horizon, and the Leicester Alliance planned on spending the holiday season in Faerghus. While some of the Golden Deer enjoying the snow, others prefer to stay warm. Claude, being Claude, comes up with the best way for his friends to have fun in the snow and stay warm.

Word Count: 2706

The war between the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and the Adrestian Empire was over, and the orchestrator of the Tragedy of Duscur was no more. As soon as they tie up some loose ends in the empire's western regions, the era of peace that Dimitri and his friends longed for was on the horizon. But onto more pressing matters: it's almost Christmas!

Christmases in Faerghus are like living in a winter wonderland. Cold winters aren't uncommon in the northern regions of Faerghus, but when the temperature is low enough, it will start to snow. It's always a white Christmas in Faerghus, something that never gets old for the kingdom subjects. Now that the kingdom was in allegiance with the Leicester Alliance, the two territories had agreed to spend Christmas in the kingdom. Right now, some of the Golden Deers were enjoying their first snowfall.

"Wow! I never imagined snow to be so beautiful!" Hilda exclaimed, twirling around as the snow fell.

"It feels magical!" Ignatz said, catching snowflakes in his gloved hands.

Raphael and Leonie were competing to see who could catch the most snowflakes on their tongue. Claude smiled as he watched his friends enjoy the snow, gliding a hand over a snow-covered fence. In the center of the castle courtyard, some soldiers decorated a large pine tree while others decorated the courtyard for a Christmas party that evening, the Blue Lions helping out however they could.

"Enjoying the snow?" asked a stray voice behind Claude.

The leader of the Golden Deer turned around and smiled when he saw Dimitri.

"You bet!" Claude exclaimed, "It's been a while since I've seen snow. I almost forgot how pretty it could be."

The young king smiled and nodded toward his friend. Dimitri turned around and tilted his head as he watched some of the Golden Deers play in the snow.

"Where are Lorenz, Marianne, and Lysithea?" Dimitri asked.

"Oh, they're inside," Claude answered, "They're not the biggest fans of snow... or the cold, for that matter."

The young ruler nodded, understanding that not all people are as used to the cold as he and his kingdom.

"Surprisingly, it is not as cold today as it was the other days," Dimitri commented, "However, it will grow colder with each passing day. While I am not one to encourage someone to step out of their comfort zones, I implore Lorenz, Marianne, and Lysithea to enjoy this weather's easy chill before it grows colder."

"I hear you, Your Majesty, but you know how those three can be," Claude sighed, "Birds of a feather flock together, as they say."

Dimitri chuckled with a fond eye roll, silently agreeing with his childhood friend.

"But don't worry, I have a plan to get them out here and enjoy the snow." Claude said.

"Oh, and what might that be?" Dimitri asked.

Claude smiled before winking at the blonde ruler. The young alliance leader then explained his plan to the king, who simply scoffed.

"If that plan works, I will double your gifts for Christmas." Dimitri joked.

"It will trust me," Claude said, "I just need the knights in the courtyard to play dead. Can you spread the word? They can drop the act when they hear me call out fire."

Dimitri chuckled and nodded.

"I can't believe you drew me into one of your antics." Dimitri confessed.

Claude laughed before walking away from the young king to round up the other Golden Deer. Dimitri chuckled as he watched the five alliance members converse. The young ruler soon left Claude and the others to spread the word about Claude's prank on his knights. To the king's surprise, most of the knights agreed without question. The reason behind their excitement was something Dimitri was afraid to ask.

"Do you really think that'll work, Claude?" Hilda asked as she sat up from making a snow angel.

"Positive," Claude said, "If there's one thing Lorenz can't stand, it's me being in some sort of danger."

"So, what do you want us to do?" Leonie asked.

Claude grinned before explaining his plan in full. When the others smiled in agreement, they put Claude's plan into motion. While the plan is a bit on the devious side, it was rather simple: Ignatz would paint fake frost on Claude's face and make it look like he was frozen. Then, the young archer would drive two arrows through his leader's sleeves and have him pinned against a tree. To add to this scene, Ignatz planted some whole and snapped arrows around the young alliance leader. While Hilda and Ignatz go and warn the other three that they were attacked, Leonie and Raphael would wait behind some mounds of snow before they ambushed their friends with snowballs.

"Alright, let's do this!" Claude exclaimed.

The others nodded before scattering. Claude grinned before hanging his head in fake exhaustion as Hilda and Ignatz rushed inside the castle, and Leonie and Raphael hid.

"Mari! Thea! Lorenz!" Hilda cried in feigned panic.

The three people in question were sitting by a fireplace with tea cups sipping tea. Their heads perked up when they heard their friend's frantic outburst.

"What's the matter?" Lysithea asked.

"We... we were attacked!" Ignatz said, pretending to pant, "They got Leonie and Raphael!"

"WHAT!?" Lorenz questioned as he stood up, "And what of Claude?!"

"W-We don't know!" Hilda exclaimed, "He told us to run and get you three!"

"What happened to the kingdom knights in the courtyard?" Marianne asked.

Ignatz slightly panted as he turned away from the blue-haired girl. Lorenz growled before gripping his lance.

"To hell with the cold!" he said, "We need to save Claude!"

Ignatz and Hilda nodded before sprinting toward the courtyard with the other three in tow. When they were outside, a chilly breeze kicked up. The three nobles gawked at the "lifeless" kingdom soldiers.

"Oh, my!" Lysithea exclaimed, "This is awful!"

Lorenz gripped his lance as he walked around the courtyard. When he turned around, the young noble's eyes widened as he dropped his lance into the snow.

"CLAUDE!" Lorenz cried as he sprinted up to Claude's "frozen" body.

The alliance leader pretended to shiver as his friends sprinted up to him. Ignatz and Hilda smiled before sneaking away from the other four to join Leonie and Raphael.

"Claude! What did they do to you?" Marianne asked, grazing Claude's cheek before pulling away, "You're as cold as ice!"

"There were... s-so many of them..." Claude shivered, "I-I thought we h-had them... G-Guess I w-was wrong..."

"Don't worry, Claude," Lorenz said, removing the arrows, "Do you remember anything about your attackers?"

Claude trembled as he leaned against the purple-haired noble for support.

"T-The whole time... they would c-cry out..." Claude began.

"Cry out what?" Lysithea asked.

Claude looked up at his friends and grinned.

"FIRE!" Claude called out.

Then, the three nobles felt themselves being pelted with something cold. When they looked around, they saw the kingdom soldiers back on their feet, continuing their decorating. Lorenz turned around and saw Leonie and Ignatz compacting snow to throw them.

"Why you-" Lysithea's sentence was cut short when Hilda threw a snowball at her face.

Marianne was taken by surprise when Raphael threw a snowball at her chest, causing the blue-haired girl to stumble back into the snow.

"Hey! What was that for?" Marianne questioned, trying to suppress a smile.

"Aw, c'mon, Mari!" Raphael said, "Just havin' a bit of fun, that's all!"

Lorenz blinked in confusion as he watched the scene before him. Claude smirked before standing up on his own and began compacting snow.

"Lorenz heads up!" Claude called out, releasing the snowball.

When the purple-haired noble turned around, he got a face full of snow. Claude couldn't help but laugh at his friend's powered face.

"Okay, my aim has definitely gotten better!" Claude commented through his laughter.

Lorenz growled as he felt his face heat up, melting parts of the snow on his face.

"Claude, you...! You!" Lorenz stammered, "Why!?"

"It's a snow day, Lorenz!" Claude said, tossing a snowball and catching it, "Live a little and have fun!"

When Claude released the snowball, the nobleman picked out his spear and sliced the snowball in half.

"Is your brain half-frozen or something?" Lorenz asked, "What made you think any of this was remotely sane?"

"Now, thinking about it, this would be something Claude would do." Marianne commented before tossing a snowball at Leonie.

"Definitely one of his best pranks so far," Lysithea said, dodging Ignatz's snowball, "You really had us going, Claude. Nice work."

"Thanks, Thea!" Claude expressed.

Lorenz groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I refuse to engage in something as childish as this." Lorenz expressed.

"That can be arranged." Claude said immediately after.

Lorenz looked up at his leader with a quizzical look.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked as Claude walked up to him.

Claude smirked before tackling the young nobleman into the snow.

"Has your brain completely frozen over!?" Lorenz asked, "What in the world are you doing?!"

"Making sure you're having fun!" Claude said before skittering his fingers across Lorenz's torso.

The nobleman inhaled sharply before letting out deep giggles.

"Clahahahahaude, you bruhuhuhuhute!" Lorenz giggled, "Enohohohohough!"

"Not until you join us in our snowball fight," Claude said, "Until then, laugh for me, Gloucester!"

Lorenz giggled as he scraped his heels into the snow. The other Golden Deers stopped their snowball fight and started watching Claude wreck Lorenz.

"Claude, stohohohohop!" Lorenz giggled, "This is sohohoho unnecessaryhyhyhyhyhyhy!"

"No, it's not!" Claude said, "You're having fun, aren't you?"

"Hohohohow is this fuhuhhun?"

"Allow me to demonstrate!" Leonie suddenly said, "Mind if I lend a hand, Claude?"

The young archer sprinted to the hilarious scene and sat next to Lorenz's head. The orange-haired girl then took hold of the nobleman's wrists and held them over his head.

"Nohohohoho! Leonihihihihie!" Lorenz cried, "T-That's cheheheheating!"

"All's fair in love, war, and tickling, my friend," Leonie said.

"Thanks for the assist, Leonie." Claude said.

"My pleasure, Claude!"

Lorenz giggled loudly as he slammed his legs against the snow-covered ground.

"Who knew Lorenz was so ticklish," Lysithea commented, "That's definitely something I never expected."

"I figured as much," Raphael said, "Why do you think he wears that fancy armor all the time?"

"Now that you mention it, it makes sense." Ignatz chuckled.

Lorenz giggled madly as he tried to pull his arms from Leonie's grip.

"Leonihihihihie! Plehehehease!" Lorenz begged, "Let gohohoho of mehehehe!"

"Sorry, Lorenz, but you're not going anywhere until you have some fun with us." Leonie declared.

"Yeah," Claude commented.

"You twohohohoho are ahahahhawfuhuhul!"

"What was that?"

The Golden Deer leader moved his hands and started raking Lorenz's ribs, sending the young nobleman into a frenzy of giggles.

"Ahahahahehehe! Clahahahaude!" Lorenz cried, "Stahahahahap!"

"I'd choose your next words wisely if I were you, Lorenz," Hilda said, "You're at Claude's mercy, and you know how he is about handing out quarters to people with smart mouths."

Lorenz cackled under Claude's merciless fingers, pinching every bone it can find.

"Claude, plehehehehase!" Lorenz begged, "Enohohohohough!"

"Are you gonna have a snowball fight with us?" Claude asked.

"Absolutely nohohohot!"

Claude sighed before halting his attack, allowing the young nobleman to catch his breath.

"You're a stubborn one, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester; I'll give you that," Claude said, "But you have a weak spot that'll make you break in seconds. Where is it?"

"Why... would I... tell you, of all people...?" Lorenz panted.

"So you could finally play with us, duh!" Hilda commented as she waltzed over to her friends.

The pink-haired noblewoman grinned as she kneeled beside the purple-haired man's head.

"You're in luck, Claude," Hilda began, "I know exactly where Lorenz's weak spot is."

What Hilda said made Lorenz's eyes widen.

"H-Hilda, you promised you wouldn't tell anyone!" Lorenz panicked.

"Yeah, but it's so much work keeping a secret as juicy as this~!" Hilda smirked, "We'll have him playing with us in no time."

"Now this I've gotta see." Raphael said, strutting over to the others.

Hilda grinned as her pink eyes locked with Lorenz's amethyst eyes.

"Hilda, plehehehase! I'll do anythihihihing!" Lorenz begged, nervous giggles slipping through his lips.

"Well, there is something you can do for lil' ol' me." Hilda smirked.

"W-What is it? You name it."

The young noblewoman only grinned at the nobleman. Lorenz saw a glint of mischief behind the young woman's eyes, making him shudder.

"I want you..." Hilda began, raising her hands, "To laugh!"

When Hilda pounced on Lorenz's armpits, the young nobleman screamed with laughter.

"HILDAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHOHO!" Lorenz cried, "NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!"

"Wow! Awesome find, Hilda!" Claude commented, "How did you find out about this spot on ol' Lorenz?"

"Well, when I was telling him about my day, he wasn't listening to me," Hilda said, "And when I poked him in the armpit, he screeched like a newborn wyvern."

Claude and the others laughed at Hilda's description of Lorenz's laugh. Though, her description is proving sound.

"HILDHAHAHAHAHA!" Lorenz cried, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"He made me swear not to tell anyone about his little weakness, but drastic times call for drastic measures." Hilda said, ignoring Lorenz's pleas.

Claude chuckled before scribbling his fingers across the nobleman's ribs, causing Lorenz to arch his back and cackle.

"NAHAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAAA!" Lorenz cried, tugging at his wrists, "LEOHOHONIHIHIHIHIE! PLEHEHEASE! LEMME GOHOHOHO!"

"Will you play with us if I do~?" the orange-haired archer asked.

When Lorenz didn't respond, Leonie gripped Lorenz's wrists with one hand and fluttered her fingers against the nobleman's neck, causing him to squeal and scrunch his neck.

"YOU LIHIHIHITTLE DEHEHEHEHEVIL!" Lorenz laughed, "STOP THAHAHAHAHAT!"

"Play with us, and we will!" Hilda said.

When the pink-haired noblewoman hit a sensitive part of Lorenz's armpit, the young nobleman was thrown into hysterics.

"OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! AHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!" Lorenz cried, "I'LL PLAHAHAHAHAHAAY! PLEHEHEHEHEHASE! JUST STHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Promise?" the other Golden Deer asked.

"YEHEHEHEHEHES! I PROMAHAHAHAHAHA! I PROMIHIHIHIHISE!"

When Claude, Leonie, and Hilda were satisfied, the tickling stopped. The purple-haired nobleman heavily panted, his breath visible in the chilly air.

"You... will all rue this day..." Lorenz proclaimed tiredly.

"Sure, we will..." Hilda grinned before jumping to her feet, "Come on! We still have some light left before nightfall and the party!"

The young noblewoman picked up a snowball and threw it at Ignatz.

"Hey! I thought we were on the same team!" the young archer laughed.

"No teams anymore!" Hilda declared, "Free-for-all snowball fight!"

Leonie left Lorenz and Claude to join her friends in their snowball endeavors. Claude grinned as he climbed off Lorenz and sat beside him.

"Doin' alright, Gloucester?" Claude asked sincerely.

The young nobleman glanced at his leader with a tired smile.

"Never better." Lorenz said.

The purple-haired nobleman sat up and brushed off the snow from his chest.

"This never would've happened if I had my armor on..." Lorenz mumbled.

"Bet you wish you had it on, didn't you?" Claude asked with a cheeky grin.

Lorenz growled at the Golden Deer leader as he gathered some snow and threw it at Claude's face. Claude blinked before laughing as snow fell from his face.

"Now we're talkin'!" Claude said, jumping to his feet and darting away.

Lorenz got up and chased Claude around the courtyard with a snowball in hand.

"I'm not letting you off that easily, Claude!" Lorenz said with a smile, "You will experience first-hand the might of House Gloucester when we are vengeful!"

For the rest of the day, the Golden Deer enjoyed their snowball fight until it was time for the party and tree lighting. That evening, after the large tree was beautifully lit with rainbow lights, Claude, being Claude, started another snowball fight, but with Dimitri and the Blue Lions. It took some time, but Claude eventually convinced the young king to join them, something that Dimitri didn't regret after agreeing. It was certainly a fight to behold, but it was a fight neither side would forget.

Seeing their friends happy, having fun, and being safe was all Claude and Dimitri ever wanted from their allegiance, and they got it. If every winter was going to be like this with one another, the kingdom and alliance couldn't wait for next year's Christmas. I wonder what they plan on doing for New Year's?

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #for a friend #tickle fic #fe3hopes #spoilers #golden deer #blue lions

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rotpetals · 2 years ago

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INTRODUCING THE DOUBLY DEVIOUS DORSETS!

when they were still entirely too young to be doing so, jamie and bonnie travelled around london performing tricks. he’d pull a paper flower out of her head. she’d pull a ball of yarn out of his. they did handstands in leicester square. fistfuls of painted rocks tumbled out of jamie’s pockets, and bonnie’s dress fell up over her head to reveal a pair of velvet shorts. they laughed at each other upside down. sometimes a passerby would toss a coin at them and they’d wish something unspeakable on the queen’s head.

⁰¹. SHARED BIO UNDER CUT. ⁰². JAMIE. ⁰³. BONNIE. ⁰⁴. PLAYLIST.

the dorsets are a cat burglar duo, notorious for their prowess and ability to avoid consequence. they stepped into london’s underbelly when they were only eleven years old: sneaking into windows for older, hardened criminals they knew from their neighbourhood. apparently, jamie and bonnie were in juvenile hall for half a year when they were twelve ––– but if this is true, the records have been expunged or conveniently lost to time. these days, they work primarily for themselves. the twins don’t hold any manner of regular occupation; whenever it suits them (which is to say often), they take to the streets as performers. the truth is, they don’t need to work to support themselves. their lives are cushioned by a bottomless trust fund, courtesy of their estranged father. the dorsets, however, choose to make their own money ––– either by stealing high-value items and selling them off to a network of fences, or by taking on heist jobs from others. they’re loosely affiliated with a number of criminal organizations, coming and going from their ranks as they see fit. they pride themselves in their ability to steal seemingly anything without detection, and have garnered quite the reputation.

jamie and bonnie are trained acrobats. they spent the majority of their youth involved in gymnastics, theatre, and dance. they performed competitively for some time during their early teens, taking the stage as a mixed pair in the acrobatic gymnastics division ––– as well as individually in the tumbling division. the twins are unruly, however, and averse to stringent routine and the imposition of authority. they dropped out of competitive gymnastics when they were sixteen and never looked back. in their career as burglars, they capitalize on their skills to break in and out of places sans detection. they are often contracted to steal from upper-storey apartments and penthouses. they manoeuvre through buildings and security systems by relying on one another completely, and neither could ever work without the other.

the twins grew up in the east london borough of tower hamlets and speak with garishly thick cockney accents. despite their relative wealth and fortune, they consider themselves a part of the working class. they are blind to ––– or at least unwilling to admit ––– their privilege, and posses a victim mentality. they claim to have grown up in poverty, and exhibit some level of internalized classism towards the conditions of east london.

mary dorset watched the twins set the dinner table. it was like sitting in the front row of a choreographed performance. wherever they were, they were always able to act in an oddly harmonious way. they set the table quickly, and at no point did either of them reach for the same utensil or the same dish. indeed, no matter what they did, they managed to do it without ever bumping into each other.

the dorsets are the children of conrad whitacre ––– a financial investor and industry mogul stemming from old, generational wealth. they have older half-siblings, james (“jaime”) and bonny, who their spiteful mother named them after. the products of an affair, the dorsets did not grow up with their father in the picture. their mother, mary dorset, told them about him, and they have always known who their father is. when they were still quite young, mary would take them to the big, fancy gate that blocked off the whitacre estate. together, the three of them threw eggs at the iron bars and whooped and hollered loudly whenever one landed. the whitacre family know about the dorsets, largely due to mary’s relentless nuisance acts. she spent many years getting conrad’s attention, unwilling to let him shirk his obligations as a parent. while he never accepted his responsibility as a father, he did eventually concede to being a provider.

both jamie and bonnie have substantial trust funds to their names. these funds, entrusted to mary when the twins were still quite young, have always been used to support their peculiar lifestyles. the dorsets focus their lives on performance arts because they can. they have the luxury of pursuing their interests and refusing to do anything they don’t want to do. every few months, conrad adds money ––– all without ever exchanging a word with his youngest children. the first time they met him was when they were twelve and (maybe or maybe not) serving a juvenile sentence for burglary. at this point, their father, as influential as he was rich, began cleaning up after their messes. probably it‘s because mary dorset threatened to expose his infidelity scandal and ruin his reputation ––– but neither parent ever admitted as much, and the twins don’t care to ask. years later and they continue to abuse the privilege of having a proverbial janitor for a father. on the rare occasion that they get themselves into hot water, conrad whitacre always manages to sweep the problem under the rug.

the dorsets were liars by nature. their lies sounded so pretty, however, that people wanted desperately to believe they were true. bonnie told everyone that the world's greatest juggler taught her the rules of science and the natural universe. jamie told anyone who would listen that the most amazing escape artist taught him how to tie his shoes. they claimed their best friend was a white cat that walked on a tightrope. to those around them, their life seemed to be the most marvellous circus, both on and off the stage.

ARC I [MAIN]. the dorset burglar duo wreaks havoc on the (london) upper class, stealing their most prized possessions and turning a profit. they’ve got their fingers in a great many criminal enterprises. they spend their leisure time as street performers. AGES 18-29 (defaults to 24).

ARC II. conrad whitacre dies due to underlying health problems; the trust funds stop accruing bimonthly deposits, and the twins lose their pseudo legal immunity. when they’re caught out during a particularly overzealous heist, jamie takes the fall for both of them. he is forced to turn the contents of his trust fund over as restitution and is sentenced to house arrest. bonnie sets aside her criminal career and opens a (free) school for the performing arts. AGES: 30-33.

ARC III. jamie completes his sentence, loses all of his money, and gains a criminal record. using the rest of bonnie’s trust fund, the twins establish an extravagant travelling circus. they use the props to conceal and traffic large volumes of drugs across the country. the dorsets, once well-established thieves, become the heads of their own criminal organization ––– while also putting on grandiose performance shows. AGES: 34-onwards.

DEVELOPMENT POSTS. the naming of dorsets, tba, tba, tba.

#the dorsets

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tamekalina-blog · 3 months ago

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https://www.less-stuff.co.uk/what-is-the-best-thing-to-do-with-your-old-wooden-fences-and-panels-your-top-questions-answered/

Yes, old wooden fences can often be recycled, depending on the type of wood and its condition, as confirmed by fencing contractors in Leicester, such as RTC. Many recycling centres accept untreated wood, which can be chipped and repurposed for mulch, compost, or even new wood products. Treated wood, however, can be more challenging to recycle due to the chemicals used in its preservation. You must check with your local recycling centre for their specific guidelines.

#fencing contractors in Leicester

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deandreraden · 10 months ago

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The first and most effective step in securing your vineyard is installing a robust perimeter fence, as confirmed by respected fencing contractors in Leicester like RTC. Fencing acts as a visible deterrent, sending a clear message that your vineyard is off-limits. But you have to choose fencing materials wisely; for instance, a combination of chain-link and deer fencing can create a formidable barrier.

#fencing contractors in Leicester

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cempump · 29 days ago

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apilgrimpassingby · 1 month ago

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Vampire Short Story Pt.1

A while back, @roses-red-and-pink was interested in reading a story about a vrykolakas, a vampire from Greek Orthodox folklore. I started writing one featuring one of my original characters, and, since October is upon us, here goes part one.

Rain cascaded like blood from an open wound in the October nighttime dark, and Detective Inspector Deborah Kilroy was racing through the streets of Leicester in her car, clutching the wheel with her pale bony hands and staring at the satnav with intense sky-blue eyes foggy with sleep. She’d woken up at half past one in the morning for this, awoken by a call from Morgan. The traffic light turned green; she hit the accelerate and exhaled a breathy, desperate prayer. A left turn past a row of charity shops and independent cafés and straight ahead. 128 Goodwood Road, she repeated to herself. A few more minutes and the house was in view.

She undid the seatbelt and pulled her ivy-green raincoat over her tall, bony body, tucking her blonde ponytail into her hood. Having exited into the rain, she looked back and forth; no police cars. Walking towards the house, she pinned on her badge, and felt the second one in her pocket.

Before her was a small, compact house of tan-coloured brick with a square balcony over a porch sunken into the wall and a low wooden fence around a grass-filled front garden; it was rather like the house her grandparents lived in. The gate was already open, permitting her to walk down the brick path to the front door. She rang the doorbell, and a few seconds of silence dissipated when the door opened. Standing in the tan-carpeted and white-walled hallway was a tall, heavily-built Asian woman with black hair just past her shoulders and bright red lipstick, beckoning Deborah indoors. Deborah looked at the woman behind her while walking past family photos beside her and the wall, and saw a leather jacket and tight black trousers, the smell of blood emanating from her.

Deborah sat down in the living room on a burgundy pouffe next to tight-drawn white curtains embroidered with forget-me-not patterns, a television atop a stack of white Ikea drawers to her right and a sobbing young woman with her mother’s dark hair in a pale pink nightdress on a blocky red sofa. She breathed in awkwardly, disconcerted by the situation in front of her and the task ahead. Nonetheless, she spoke. “Detective Inspector Kilroy from the PIT. Your names?”

The woman on the sofa retracted her hands from her eyes, revealing a round, adolescent-looking face of a very pale brown, discoloured eyes of a darker hue staring sullenly and sorrowfully at Deborah. “Lucia. And what’s the PIT?”

“Police investigation team”, Deborah spat out mechanically. It was one of many assumed names for the group. “It’s just a nickname we have in the department.” That was the necessary follow-up, lest someone attempt to research them.

Deborah pulled her notepad and pen from her pocket and said, “so, what’s happened?”

The older woman – Mishita, she gave her name as – sat down, shuddered and began talking. “My son was killed by my husband.”

Deborah’s stomach rocked and reeled; even after years of being in the PIT and years more in the police, it always hurt to hear these stories. She looked up at Mishita, whose eyes were now wide and bloodshot.

“And my husband’s been dead for eighteen months.”

Deborah pushed down her shock – she was a member of the PIT, after all – and replied softly. “Describe what happened. Describe it in as much detail as you can.”

Several gasps and tears later and Mishita started narrating what had happened. “I woke up in the middle of the night and … and I heard my son screaming. He’s … he was … he was only eleven.” The tears quickly resumed. “I ran in and switched the light on and … and …”

While pitying the woman, Deborah was glad for the tears; it provided more time to write notes.

“I switched the light on, and there he was on his bed being pinned down … by a man; the fattest man I’d ever seen. And his neck … his neck had been slit open. Blood everywhere. I just … I just froze. And the man looked up at me.”

Deborah laid her pen to rest for a moment and looked at Mishita. “Continue.”

Mishita nodded. “I saw his face … it was my husband. His hair was all the way down to the waist and tangled … but it was him. He moved his hand down to my son’s throat and lick … Licked the blood of his hand.” Deborah nearly retched at the thought, but suppressed it well. “I started backing away, going to call the police … and he lashed out at me. Long sharp nails, cut my throat. And … and … I just ran and ran and left him to…” She collapsed into weeping.

Deborah cautiously asked “Are you ready to share anymore?”

Mishita shook her head. Deborah responded with “can I go to the room?” Mishita nodded.

Deborah finally stood before the door; even outside the room, the stench of blood was palpable. She reached into her left pocket for the blue plastic footwraps used when entering crime scene, and put them on. Breathing heavily, she pulled down the brassy handle on the pale wooden door, descended the step and choked. She looked at the white cupboard, a few flecks of blood visible and a shard of glass embedded in it. Still averting her gaze from the bed, she saw the bare floorboards littered with magazines and underwear and shards of broken glass. Her gaze moved slowly up the bed, seeing a waterfall of dried blood against the white sheets, her eyes tracing it back to its source.

It was a boy with the same dark hair (shaggy, in his case) and light brown skin as Lucia, wearing striped white and dark red pyjamas. But he was sprawled over the bed, his throat cut open along the side, fresh blood pouring onto a marble-hued mattress. The window had been smashed open, releasing the rain into the room, the spots of water matching the spots of blood.

She choked a little, and felt her eyes prick with tears. She recalled Stanhope, her mentor in the police force, murdered before her eyes by an occult monster. She pushed down the memory, subduing it with incantations of “must get the job done”. She pulled her phone out, and dialled Morgan; the woman who had adopted the position of Stanhope as she had been drawn into the PIT.

A half-minute and Morgan’s sharp-edged Welsh voice was heard. “What’s the situation?”

“Standing in the room with a dead kid. From what she said, it’s a vampire.”

Morgan’s voice grew harder. “Yeah, gathered that. What did it look like and do?”

Deborah searched her mind for the descriptions she had been given. “It looked like the woman’s husband; long hair and nails. Drank blood by putting its hand in the blood and lapping it up. Said it was the fattest man she’d ever seen.”

“Is her husband alive?”

“No” said Deborah.

Morgan replied “So d’you know what her husband looked like?”

Deborah responded “also no. I’ll ask her for a photo.”

Morgan hung up, and Deborah slipped her phone back into her pocket. She turned around and walked downstairs, shaking with the visions of the dead boy dancing in her mind.

Mishita and Lucia were waiting downstairs, huddled together, each with a cup of tea in shaking hands. Deborah sat down with them, declined the offer of tea, and began talking, her own voice shaking a little.

“What… what was your husband like?”

Mishita wiped her eyes and spoke slowly. “Not good, not good at all. Usually absent, often drunk, sometimes violent. Had a new scar every few weeks and a new mistress every few months; if my parents and his hadn’t chosen him I would have divorced him.”

Deborah shook her head while her pen hand scrambled over the pages of the notepad. Unhappy marriages, violent lives, trafficking, substance abuse – she’d seen it all. But there was little she could do but be kind and polite and track down the culprits. She was no therapist, but an investigator and hunter – formerly just of criminals, and now of the things behind the veil.

Deborah laid her pen down and looked up. “Can I have a photograph of him?”

Mishita nodded, and walked a little way away. She took a purse out of a bag suspended from a hook near the hallway, and from that a photograph. She walked back, and pressed it into Deborah’s hands. It was a wedding photo, showing an Asian man stocky with muscle – no more than twenty-five, looking at him – with slicked-back hair that terminated at his neck, with his arm around his new wife’s shoulder, both of them smiling. Mishita quietly asked “will this do? Do you want to take it?”

“Yes to the first, no to the second” said Deborah with a tone fit for a funeral, and got up. She shook Mishita’s hand while the two shared a silent gaze, and returned to the dark streets.

#writing #vrykolakas

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