#hiraeth.accepted

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Rayne & Izzy! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: CC

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Rayne Kaye

AGE: 30

GENDER & PRONOUNS: She/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, biromantic

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Queen

ADDITIONAL: ----

OCCUPATION: Mercy Hospital - Surgeon

HOUSING: St. Mary's Palace

FACE CLAIM: Camila Mendes

GOOD: quick witted, humble, strategic

BAD: stubborn, overprotective, perfectionist

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: Rayne was born in Vancouver, Washington, a place where the sun rarely made an appearance, and cloudy days kept people indoors. Given up for adoption, she was first placed in the custody of her mother’s sister. However, the resemblance to her mother was too much for her aunt to bear, and Rayne was eventually placed in the foster system. By the age of twelve, she had made a promise to herself—to be self-reliant, never depending on others for her happiness. She had little hope of being adopted, accepting that her life would be one of constant change. A family had arrived, ready to take her to a new home. But trust didn’t come easily to Rayne. Faced with the prospect of yet another unfamiliar place, she panicked—and ran. Rayne had no idea where she was headed, only that she was running. One moment, she was sliding down a muddy path—then suddenly, she tumbled through what felt like an open portal. She landed in the grass, covered in dirt, but when she looked up, she was no longer where she started. Instead, she found herself at an unfamiliar entranceway. Somehow, she had scraped her leg in the process. Following the signs, she made her way to the nearest hospital, which turned out to be in Virtue. That was where she met Doctor Kaye, who was impressed by Rayne’s quick thinking and ability to navigate a strange place on her own. When asked where she came from, Rayne simply admitted that she had lost her way—and that she didn’t want to go back to Washington. Taking a chance on her, Doctor Kaye welcomed Rayne into her home. The family’s motto, Do good unto others, became something Rayne truly embraced. She was soon introduced to her new sisters, Kaye and Angelie, and for the first time, she felt like she belonged. Rayne threw herself into her studies, determined to succeed. Books became her world, and she set ambitious goals, always striving to be at the top of her class. Inspired by her adoptive mother, she dreamed of following in her footsteps, dedicating herself to becoming a doctor. At 21, Rayne graduated college with honors, quickly becoming one of the most promising names in the next generation of surgeons. She chose Virtue for her residency, dedicating herself to Mercy Hospital, where she spent the next nine years refining her skills and pushing herself to the top of her field. While her education and training were grueling, it was her family that got her through it—especially her sisters, whose unwavering support meant everything to her. If you asked them to describe Rayne, they’d probably say she was a little too serious, but always the first to defend them no matter what. When she’s not at the hospital, Rayne is deep in Virtue’s medical research, always the first to analyze new data and study emerging treatments. She takes a keen interest in experimental tonics and cutting-edge advancements. Despite her brilliance, she has her quirks—she can be clumsy, often forgets what she did the day before (a side effect of her packed schedule and nonstop surgeries), but she is an exceptional surgeon who genuinely cares for her patients. For Rayne, family comes first, and no matter how demanding her career gets, she never loses sight of what truly matters.

CONNECTION: adopted sibling of Kayla and Angelie.

OOC INFO

NAME: ashley

AGE: 29

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: CDT

MUSE INFO

NAME: isabela 'izzy' ayala

AGE: 29

GENDER & PRONOUNS: female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual heteroromantic?

STATUS: visitor

CLASS: tyro

HIERARCHY: n/a

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: n/a

HOUSING: carroll house

FACE CLAIM: lisette olivera

GOOD: dependable, intelligent, empathetic

BAD: guarded, over-thinker, snide

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

isabela is the second oldest child and firstborn daughter of the four ayala siblings. they lost their father due to an accident while she was still very young, so the only providers she'd ever really known were her mother and her older brother santiago. unfortunately, his form of providing involved illegal activities, and she was too young at first to know any better.

while not the only introvert of her family, isabela was perhaps the most reserved. she didn't often make friends outside of her siblings, and also enjoyed alone time learning to play the piano at the community center, reading at the library, and journaling. at 11, reality came crashing in, ending her childhood early. her brother had almost landed himself in prison, and she realized just how much he'd been putting at risk to help out while she was off in her head. isabela tried to learn to pull her own weight by walking dogs, babysitting, etc.

eventually, when santiago began to focus on his music career, still sending home checks, isabela tried to step up even more with helping raise her siblings. rather level-headed, she did well in school and was able to pick up a decent amount of money tutoring along with trying to help her sisters with their homework. her grades got her an acceptance to usc (university of southern california) and a few other great schools, but unfortunately not one with a large enough scholarship. not wanting anyone to think her foolish for applying (or worse, guilty that it was too expensive), isabela told everyone she'd decided to go to the local community college of her own volition to stay close to home. there, she got an associate's degree and a stable job as an accounting clerk. she wasn't passionate about it, but she was passionate about keeping her family together, even as they continued to move further and further out of reach.

when santiago told her about hiraeth, she truly didn't believe him and was rather dismissive at first. didn't he know she didn't have time to talk about ridiculous notions of things like other worlds or dimensions? was it drugs? eventually, however, when carmen left too, isabela became torn. there was no bright future for her here (probably not in hiraeth either), but who else would provide for their mother? the only thing that convinced her was their own mother encouraging her to follow her siblings along, reminding her that isabela needed to watch out for them. after nearly half a year of indecision, isabela finally gave in. what's one visit, simply to check in on them? it's not like she has to stay.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Viviana! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: cc

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: cst

MUSE INFO

NAME: Viviana Demerci

AGE: 28

GENDER & PRONOUNS: female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual, panromantic

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Diamond

ADDITIONAL: -

OCCUPATION: Stripper at Cherry on Top, Courtesan at Siren's Lair

HOUSING: Virgil's Hymn

FACE CLAIM: Madelaine Petsch

GOOD: Assertive, Promiscuous, Charming

BAD: Selfish, power-seeking, Impulsive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Vivi grew up in a chaotic household, where instability was the norm. Her siblings struggled with mental health issues, leading to emergency room visits or finding them passed out drunk in the street. Coping mechanisms never seemed to help, and their mother was overwhelmed. As the second-born in the Demerci family, Vivi watched her older sibling shoulder the responsibility of keeping the family together when their mother couldn’t. It left her feeling trapped—frustrated and hopeless. She wanted more than just surviving; she wanted a life beyond poverty, beyond wearing the same worn-out clothes year after year. She craved something different.

In high school, everything changed. She grew into her features, her curves sharpening, her beauty undeniable. She caught the attention of nearly every senior boy, while the girls seethed with jealousy. That was when Vivi realized she had power—power over her looks, her wardrobe, and, most importantly, the people around her. What started as harmless flirting soon turned into something more. She had a knack for sweet-talking the rich boys, and with that came new clothes, makeup, and a refined style that set her apart.

Her true passions, however, were art and dance. She poured herself into both, joining the high school dance team and excelling in cheer dance -pom poms. College followed, where she pursued fashion, but family obligations pulled her back before she could finish.

At 21, she left it all behind and moved to Vegas, diving headfirst into the entertainment world. It was there she found her calling—performing. She mastered the art of seduction, sweet-talking, and commanding attention on stage. A mentor guided her through it all, shaping her into the performer she is today.

Hiraeth came into her life by accident, but once she stepped into that world, there was no going back. Three months in, she knew where she belonged—Virtue had nothing to offer her. Vice, on the other hand, was exactly where she was meant to be.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Enver & Declan! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Livvy

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Enver Karatay

AGE: 33

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, biromantic

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Spade

ADDITIONAL: N/A

OCCUPATION: Security at Siren’s Lair

HOUSING: Dante’s Descent

FACE CLAIM: Alperen Duymaz

GOOD: Vigilant, responsive, reliable

BAD: Skeptical, reserved, stubborn

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: (death tw, murder tw, grief tw)

Enver didn’t exactly have a stable childhood, never really knowing his mother while his father was often busy with work endeavors, usually having some neighbors look after his son and daughter. But whenever Enver was a teenager, their father was arrested and imprisoned due to being associated with local organized crime around Istanbul, Turkey. They would visit the man in prison sometimes, but Enver only did it to appease his sister Dilara who was far more forgiving than he was. The visits gradually became less frequent after a time. Enver never really forgave their father for the shit he did, especially after seeing how negatively it affected his sister.

Holding down a few small jobs here and there, Enver became the sole provider for his sister. He was reliable and hardworking, and was a good big brother even if he felt like he was lacking at times. But his sister was always so appreciative, never complaining about their situation. Shit hit the ceiling when his sister died during a burglary gone wrong when Enver was around twenty, and unfortunately, he wasn’t home to help her. It crushed him, and he blamed himself for not being there.

It ended up being hard to stick around Turkey for much longer and he decided to start traveling elsewhere. He managed to lockdown various security jobs over the years in different places, ranging from a security guard at numerous locations or even a bouncer at a local club. Sometimes the shifts were boringly uneventful, not that he was necessarily looking for danger either. He was fine with there not being close calls. The overall pay wasn’t spectacular or anything, but he made enough to get by.

It was during a shift at a manufacturing warehouse in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania one evening that winded up not being uneventful at all. He could’ve sworn that he heard strange noises over in another room. Maybe some vermin were scurrying around or a random box had been sitting a little too close to a shelf’s edge. But upon investigating, he stumbled across something he could never have been prepared for. No longer in the realm he was used to, he had unintentionally crossed a portal to a different world. It was a tough pill to swallow, to accept the existence of something like that. And it did take a long time for acceptance to sink in even when pinching himself didn’t land him back in that warehouse in Philly.

Enver ultimately did his time as an initial Tyro, still wary of his surroundings and the people too, and then finally just chose Vice months later. That was a decade ago, and he’s gradually acclimated more to his life in Hiraeth.

  * If applying for a wanted connection, add this to your application:

Reuben’s roommate

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  OOC INFO

NAME: Livvy

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Declan Caffrey

AGE: 27

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual, panromantic

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Ace

ADDITIONAL: N/A

OCCUPATION: Tonic Dealer at Red Warehouse 59

HOUSING: Beatrice’s Purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Corteon Moore

GOOD: Adventurous, easygoing, loyal

BAD: Disorderly, impulsive, indecisive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: (death tw, murder tw, grief tw)

Hiraeth was seen as a city of opportunity and dreams, and maybe Declan had always been a dreamer, reaching for adventure with starlight in his smile with a crinkling eye to match. His mother passed when he was very young, and so he was raised by a single father who worked as a tonic dealer. The man spent a lot of time around the blocks on Vice’s side of the bridge, including the Nocturne Bazaar, where he would sell batches of tonics to intrigued customers. He was always more of a quiet man but had a heart of gold. They weren’t rich by status and wealth standards, but having people you cared about in your corner was worth so much more in the end. At least to Declan it was.

That was the normalcy of Declan’s life, sometimes hanging in the Bazaar while his father worked while also having his own little adventures around the blocks, finding nooks and crannies a lot of people didn’t know about. And then when he was fifteen, his father passed during a mugging one night on a corner block. Declan had been there to witness it, hiding in a corner. Thankfully, he hadn’t been caught in the crossfire. Luck was on his side, it seemed. Still, he was frozen with shock at the whole nightmare that unfortunately was reality. All stages of grief were included while he tried processing such a loss. He had to turn to others to try and fill the void, try and find the starlight in his life again.

Maybe there was some invisible pull beckoning him there, but Declan found himself frequenting the warehouse district more. His father still had various colleagues in the area who knew the boy, and helped him during his time of need. He missed his father tremendously, but he also didn’t want to give up just because of the heartache. He ended up trying out the whole vocational school thing for a little while. It was nice to gain experience with a few relevant trades, but overall, he found his heart wasn’t really in the options that were commonly presented.

Combining his previous knowledge of his father’s work and also learning more from other tonic workers over the years, Declan ended up following in those footsteps instead. He became a tonic dealer for Red Warehouse 59 just like his father before him. It’s not necessarily a glamorous job, at least most people may not think so, but his smiles are genuine again and he feels better with the path he’s chosen. And it still gives him the opportunity to walk around and continue enjoying the wonders of the city.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Vince & Ophelia! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

name: vincent hyde

age: 38

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: straight(?) pan? bi? Hasn’t had time to figure it out.

status: resident

class: virtue

hierarchy: queen

additional: went from vice to virtue

occupation: chemist / inventor

housing: st. catherine’s abode

face claim: andrew garfield

good: brilliant, curious, witty

bad: hypocritical, impulsive, emotional

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Orphaned at one and a half when his scientist parents (Rejected) died in a factory fire, Vincent Hyde was raised in Vice by his uncle, whom he knows as his Father.

Showed exceptional intelligence from a young age; studied, trained, and treated as an asset.

Met Amelia (Virtue) at age 6—his first friend and rival. Their competitive friendship sparks creativity and ambition.

By 9, he created "Glow Ink" for a science fair—later used for coded messages and forgery. He wins first prize, and his father rewards him, reinforcing his love for invention.

At 10, Amelia beats him in a science fair. Vince is more than happy for her… But then he disappears for a week, returning with dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. His Father wasn’t exactly as happy then.

In high school by 11, eating lunch in a science teacher’s classroom. Begins innovating independently.

At 12, he develops an experimental painkiller tonic with Amelia. It’s in the very early stages and works a little too well. They giggle over their temporarily numbed limbs.

At 13, they co-create Phantom Filter, an air purification mask inspired by Amelia’s firefighter mother. In their excitement, a small kiss follows their success.

By 15, he’s in college, challenged for the first time. Begins work on Nano-Healing Patch, but early models have major flaws.

At 16, he continues his work but is distracted by his Father. He’s unable to live in the dorms due to his age and his Father still insists upon seeing his work every night. He’s told that it’s for his safety but Vince begins to question that… Especially as his Father Begins to discourage him from continuing the patch, saying it’s a waste of his precious time. 

At 17, Amelia helps fix the patch, urging him to give it to the Doctors in Vice. While difficult to replicate without constant Virtue tech, the Hearts finally have something small over Virtue.

By 18, He graduates college and becomes an assistant to the Dean of Science who doesn’t seem to mind where he’s from. It’s nice. He and Amelia start developing White Rabbit, a tonic for trauma, anxiety, and depression, in secret.

They would have to work in a Vice lab in order to easily get their hands on tonic, but Amelia easily brought the equipment from Virtue. A combination of what both sides did best. They just had to avoid exposure.

He finally learns about his father’s connections to illegal tonic trades and how dangerous his people are. To distract and stay under the radar, Vince also picks up his work on painkiller tonic, providing his father with updates so he’ll stay away from their experiment… And their relationship.

At 21, they unofficially marry—Amelia chooses Virtue, Vince stays in Vice to keep up appearances. It allows them to fully continue their project… But Vincent knows it’s only a placeholder until he switches sides again for her later.

Then at 22, A breakthrough in the tonic. It’s no longer deadly by any measure and doesn’t cause numbness anymore. The downside is that now, it has other unintended side effects and it’s still dangerous when used over and over again… Back to the drawing board.

During this time, both Vincent and Amelia have become notable figures in their separate spaces as well. Their inventions, in between their combined project, begin to shape a better world for everyone. If only everyone could know they did it all together.

At 24, his father discovers White Rabbit and forces Vince to produce it under threat to Amelia. The tonic is dangerously addictive, but his father sees only profit. A way to keep creating more and more later. All Vincent can see is the number of people that will be injured if it gets out this early… It was the exact opposite of what they ever intended.

Amelia urges him to expose the truth, destroy their research, and flee to Virtue or the outside world together. They set fire to everything—then she was shot before they escaped.

They thought it would break him, scare him into submission… It did break him—but not in the way they expected. He snapped.

Vince played along, pretending to submit, producing White Rabbit for them in excess.

At 27, finally trusted, he immediately sets fire to his own lab, destroying all research except evidence of the truth, which he takes with him. 

His father tried to stop him, told him that he was loved and they could do so much more together than a drug. It was just the beginning now. Vince almost went back… But he knew deep down that his Father wasn’t looking out for him. Maybe he never was.

He flees to Virtue, seeking refuge with Dorothy and then the Kings like Amelia had told him to.

The Kings see him as a prodigy who defected from Vice. But only Dorothy knows the full truth of the situation… However, the truth keeps Vincent safe— so she keeps it to herself for now.

To secure his place like everyone else, he undergoes the Virtue Trials. He’s not sure he’ll ever completely recover from everything he saw… What he was forced to face. But he succeeded.

He was now a Virtue Queen. Just like his wife had been. From then on, no one in Virtue saw a criminal. They saw a success story.

To Virtue, he was the prodigy who walked away from sin and chaos. A brilliant scientist who “saw the light” and chose excellence over corruption. They didn’t know. They couldn’t know. 

He spent years in isolation, grieving, secretly using his own tonic to dull the guilt and grief. He claimed to be testing it on himself for a solution— but that was just a poor excuse.

Meanwhile, White Rabbit floods Vice, more dangerous than ever. It wasn’t as pure as it used to be, not without him. In fact, in many ways, the formula was tweaked to turn up “fun” and turn down the safety.

At 32, he was called to the university where a photo of Amelia winning the science fair sits in a case, her smile beaming and bright— it rekindles his purpose. This wasn’t what she would want. What he did already wasn’t enough respect for her memory or worth of redemption… 

He shifts to studying addiction and the Slightlies, finding his research could potentially help them too. 

Now 38, he is a leading Virtue scientist, working to rehabilitate Slightlies and those harmed by his tonic. He tells himself this is redemption, but deep down, he knows it’s desperation.

Sometimes, he still needs to talk to his wife from time to time… It helps him solve problems faster… He swears.

His father still haunts him in Vice. If the past comes calling, he’s not sure he can escape again.

name: ophelia woodhouse

age: 27

gender & pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual (questioning)

status: visitor

class: virtue

hierarchy: pawn

additional: slightly

occupation: florist at apples of eden

housing: Joan of Arc’s Refuge

face claim: havana rose liu

good: supportive, artistic, inquisitive 

bad: quiet, spacey, fragile

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

The youngest of a large family, Ophelia struggled to stand out. So, eventually, she stopped trying. She found solace in quiet places—her camera, her notebooks, the soft rustle of creatures in the park.

She loved watching birds, pressing flowers between the pages of her journal, and writing beautiful words about the world around her. The outside was beautiful. Safe.

When she was ten, a man began meeting her in the park. He taught her how to properly birdwatch, how to listen for the different calls. He was kind, charismatic—he gave her attention.

He told her she was special, different from her siblings, and she believed him. She told him everything. She had so much unreleased energy. She loved to talk.

One day, he gifted her a small gold cross necklace. A token, he said, to remind her she was protected.

Their meetings were a secret. Just for them. He said she shouldn’t have to share everything with her family. These meetings were hers and hers alone. 

Then, one day, he forgot his journal at home. He asked if she would walk with him to retrieve it.

She never made it home that day.

She spent six years in his shed, held captive, subjected to horrors she couldn’t speak about.

It wasn’t just him. There were others—a cult, a following. They spoke in strange tongues, performed rituals she didn’t understand.

He told her never to take off her cross. It was the only thing still keeping her safe.

Other girls came and went. Some stayed longer than others.

They were kind. Beautiful. Scared. She would braid their hair to calm them, whispering soft reassurances.

She never knew why they left. She hoped they made it home. She hoped they felt loved while they were with her.

When she was good, calm, and quiet, she was given books and notebooks. They became her escape. Romance, fairytales—her favorite princess was Rapunzel.

Then, one day, unceremoniously, it ended. The police found her.

She was a ghost of herself. Selectively mute. Trembling. Afraid to leave the shed that had become her world.

Her face was everywhere—newspapers, milk cartons, TV screens. She didn’t even know how to be a person anymore, and yet, everyone seemed to be expecting some heroic story of survival.

She took to spending time in the garden. The open sky helped when the walls started to close in.

Her journal became her second sanctuary—a place to trap the dark thoughts that threatened to consume her.

Then came the trial. The flashing cameras. The weight of a thousand eyes pressing down on her. Her hands trembled again. Panic set in.

She ran to the restroom to breathe—

And instead, she found herself somewhere else entirely.

The air was different. Pure. The world around her was sharp, vibrant. People passed by without recognition. No cameras. No reporters.

She was just another girl here. The more she learned, the more she wanted to stay—to heal.

However, staying meant she would be housed with someone. A sponsor. She was still underage… Just barely, but she was.

Few were willing to take on such a fragile case. Only one man agreed.

She was terrified of him. Weeks passed before she could be in the same room without flinching. Even longer before she could speak.

But he was patient. Gentle. He took her to public places, let her set the pace. Slowly, she started to trust him.

Sometimes, he’d make a face or wink at her, and she would stare, fascinated. She didn’t understand him yet, but she wanted to.

On her 18th birthday, he threw her a small party—just them, with dancing, movies, and cake. She had never had a whole party before. It was perfect.

When the academy asked her privately if she wanted to move into the dorms, she surprised herself by saying no.

That afternoon, he welcomed her home with a teddy bear and a little garden out back for her flowers. 

At that moment, he became a father to her.

With tutoring and therapy, she began to heal. Words returned, slow but steady. It was everything she had ever wanted from the outside world.

At 21, she made her choice: Virtue. Her adopted Father needed her as much as she needed him.

Slowly but surely, she earned her degree, found a job as a florist at Apples of Eden, and even took more classes to expand her skills.

But then something happened.

She was walking home when a loud noise shattered the air. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed.

“She’s slightly,” they said. “Something will always be a little off. We can’t tell what yet.”

She felt spacey. Daydreamed too much. Forgot things that should've been second nature.

Headaches pounded behind her eyes constantly.

Some memories felt wrong—like they didn’t belong to her.

To this day, she still doesn’t know what happened.

Either way, she had to postpone her studies. She couldn’t keep up anymore.

But she was still loved. Especially as a florist. The people at Apples of Eden kept her job for her… It was kind, even if some of them stared at her. 

Her adopted father became more protective than ever, pouring credits into medicine (Clear Skies). She tried to help, but he almost never let her.

At 25, she decided it was time to move out. She learned how to ration her medicine, how to take care of herself again. She even got a roommate—someone to check in on her.

Now, she’s starting to head back to class again… Or trying to, at the very least. It’s a challenge but she wanted to try. Someone there was willing to help her.

Normal life—friendships, relationships—are difficult. They always were, but especially now.

However, when she loves, she loves deeply. Fully.

She shows affection in small ways: handwritten poetry, soft touches, photographs, tiny thoughtful gifts.

Though, even after everything, one thing constantly remained… The small gold cross necklace given to her when she was 10. She wears it constantly and hates to take it off.

Old habits die hard.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Nina, Henry, Wesley, & Kol! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: CC

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Nina Rivera

AGE: 30

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

STATUS: visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Spades

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Bouncer at the Alibi

HOUSING: Dante's descent

FACE CLAIM: Lindsey Morgan

GOOD: Honest, daring, realistic

BAD: blunt, stubborn, assertive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Nina grew up in a chaotic home with a strict, controlling mother and a father who made it clear he had wanted sons. Her mother, with her military background, always needed to know where Nina was, while her father treated her more like a soldier than a daughter.

He never cared about her being fragile or needing affection. Instead, he taught her how to fight, defend herself, and never take crap from anyone. Makeup, crushes, and typical childhood fun weren’t part of her life.

She turned out a bit of a tomboy, and she was fine with that. She’s blunt, speaks her mind, and doesn’t care what others think. With her tough upbringing, a career in law enforcement seemed like the perfect fit—she thrived on adrenaline and chasing down danger.

The one good thing from Nina’s childhood was her best friend, Marlana. She would follow her anywhere and stand by her no matter what. So when Marlana planned a spring break trip for their friend group, Nina was all in. But what was supposed to be a fun night of partying quickly turned into a nightmare.

They unknowingly stumbled upon an organized crime scene, and before Nina could process it, she was watching Marlana clutch her injured brother in shock. That night changed everything. Suddenly, they were on the run, hunted by dangerous people, which eventually led them to Hiraeth.

Nina never felt strongly about Vice or Virtue, but she followed Marlana without question. Now, she’s taken on the role of a bodyguard, willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people she cares about.

OOC INFO

NAME: CC

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: Cst

MUSE INFO

NAME: Henry Cartier

AGE: 36

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

STATUS: visitor

CLASS: Tyro

HIERARCHY: n/a

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: n/a

HOUSING: carroll house

FACE CLAIM: Jonathan Bailey

GOOD: charming, loyal, adventurous

BAD: calculative, temperamental, stubborn

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Henry was the eldest of the Cartier family—by just two minutes. From a young age, his parents decided he would be their successor, a responsibility he never wanted. He spent his days buried in books, studying business and wealth, while his twin, Danny, was the carefree one, enjoying life in a way Henry never could.

Despite their parents’ expectations, Henry always put Danny first. Their bond was unbreakable. While Danny pursued architecture in London, Henry studied business, molding himself into the poised, calculating man his parents expected him to be. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care. He always checked in on his brother—until one day, Danny stopped answering.

The night Henry found him, the night he saved him, still haunts him. He nearly lost the one person who truly understood him, and the pain of it is something he can’t even talk about. So, he left everything behind to start fresh in Hiraeth alongside Danny.

The world of wealth and Vice may always call to him, but perhaps, for the first time, staying true to himself will lead him somewhere new. Maybe even to find his own virtue.

OOC INFO

NAME: CC

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: cst

MUSE INFO

NAME: Wesley Reeves

AGE: 33

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Pawn

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Busser at Frenchie's (+ Volunteer Guide)

HOUSING: Joan of Arc's

FACE CLAIM: Dylan O Brien

GOOD: Intelligent, Empathetic, hardworking

BAD: Clumsy, naïve, insecure

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Ever since he was a kid, Wesley had always wanted to choose Virtue. It represented everything he had ever hoped for—a place where he could truly belong.

His mother was around only half the time. When she wasn’t home, she was lost in her own world, getting high on tonics and barely keeping things together. His father disappeared from his life after his 21st birthday. Wesley never knew why, but he never held it against him. He had grown up in hardship, practically raising himself, but through it all, he kept his heart.

To others, Wesley was like a ray of sunshine. He was the funny one, the class clown, always making people laugh. He was smart—some might even call him a nerd—but he hid his pain behind humor. He never wanted to be a burden to anyone, so he kept his struggles to himself.

He loved being around people, which landed him a job as a busser at Frenchie’s. Helping others made him happy, and that’s why he also became an Volunteer Guide—to guide others in choosing the right class. Outside of work, he found comfort in art, painting scenes of nature and Virtue to express his creative side.

A few years ago, he reconnected with his father and has been trying to build a relationship with him. It’s not easy since his father is part of Vice, but he doesn’t want to lose the only family he has left.

OOC INFO

NAME: CC

AGE: 33

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Kol Sinclair

AGE: 26

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, He/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Jack

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Owner of Cherry on Top

HOUSING: Beatrice's purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Felix Mallard

GOOD: attentive, adaptive, ambitious

BAD: Impulsive, reckless, blunt

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

The Sinclair family was all about appearances—fancy parties, polite smiles, and a perfect image. But underneath, they were just strangers living under the same roof. Siblings, trapped in a world their parents created, each trying to find a way out.

Kol, the eldest, carried the most responsibility. He was supposed to be the perfect son—the leader, the example. He became a businessman, though he wasn’t sure if that was ever truly his choice. He was raised to be smart, to say the right things, to never step out of line. He protected his younger brother from the world, they were like thickest thieves. If Jaren was out on an adventure, Kol wasn't far behind.

As a kid, Kol had a rebellious streak. He didn’t want to follow rules just because someone told him to. But in his family, defiance wasn’t an option. His father was a powerful man, and Kol had to play the part of the perfect son, whether he liked it or not.

He had everything—money, status, success. People either admired him or wanted to challenge him. But deep down, Kol never felt like he truly fit in. Was Vice really where he belonged? Or was there something more?

He owns Cherry on Top, he enjoys entertainment and often indulges in the festivities. He takes his ownership seriously as he does in protecting his fellow vices.

Little does he know—he wasn’t meant to be a Sinclair. That at birth, he had been switched, meant to grow up in Virtue instead. sooner or later he will face a choice: hold on to the life he’s always known or search for the truth about where he really belongs.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Jaren, Winnie, & Dorothy! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

ashley

NAME: jaren sinclair

AGE: 25

GENDER & PRONOUNS: male, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

STATUS: resident

CLASS: vice

HIERARCHY: jack

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: owner of xcaliber dome

HOUSING: beatrice’s purgatory

FACE CLAIM: cody christian

GOOD: generous, charming, imaginative

BAD: irresponsible, unfaithful, flippant

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: jaren is the younger son of torrance sinclair, one of the vice kings. he grew up in a life of luxury, in the upscale penthouses of the paradiso whenever not at the academy. despite his father’s strict upbringing of jaren’s older brother, jaren often skated by simply because no one expected any better from him. his grades at the academy were average at best, he held no particular ambition for greatness – in fact, his parents rarely seemed to remember he existed as more than a spare. by his teenage years, he’d begun to pick up on the realization that attention was only granted not by excelling, but by creating a more and more dramatic fiasco. no one cared if jaren managed to finally ace an exam, but “oh no, jaren’s angered another king by sleeping with their daughter” or “what do you mean jaren totaled three vehicles in a race?” those did pay off.

while jaren sometimes wondered what life might be like in virtue, the decision to remain vice after graduation was an easy one. he’d never truly want to leave his family, he had incredible (in his opinion) friendships, and a proclivity towards a numerous amount of… well, vices.

as easily as everything else came to jaren, so did his current career. his father had sighed and demanded he show even an ounce of ambition in terms of work, to not end up as a club, so jaren had… well, he *had* taken action? one of his favorite places had always been the xcaliber dome, and jaren showed up and offered to buy the place out with, frankly, far too many credits and a vague threat that his father would show up if the offer was declined. just like that, jaren became a jack. now saddled with a business that barely breaks even and no particular skills or experience to run a business, jaren mostly relies on overpaying the park manager and his father’s financial advisor and jaren’s favorite “accountant” to keep the company afloat.

admin sierra

name: winifred "winnie" barrett

age: 28

gender & pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: pansexual

status: visitor

class: tyro

hierarchy: student

additional: 

occupation: n/a

housing: the carroll house

face claim: Sophie thatcher

good: charismatic, clever, fun

bad: dishonest, cynical, mischievous

ugly: [redacted]

background: (grooming tw, self-harm tw, death tw)

The girl Winnie once was would never understand how she ended up here.

Born to two vastly different parents—a devout Catholic father and a passionate scientist mother—her childhood was surprisingly normal. She was a good daughter, a loving older sister. Their home was stable.

She adored her little sister, playing with her, looking after her. When she was born, their parents told her she was her protector now, and Winnie took it seriously. Her baby sister was always loved, always safe.

Middle school changed everything. A teacher took an interest in her—praised her poetry, called her wise beyond her years. What started as compliments turned into something secret. Something dangerous. A "relationship" she was told to never speak about.

Her behavior shifted. It started small—refusing to eat, refusing to clean. Then it escalated. Fighting at school. Stealing her parents' car. Cliff-jumping. Laughing in the face of danger. She became reckless—untouchable by the rest of the world.

Her parents were desperate. Her sister was scared. Medical experts found nothing wrong. Priests were brought in to counsel her, assuming a crisis of faith. This only annoyed Winnie more. They all failed. Some quit. Others called her beyond saving.

When funds ran low, a U.S. reality TV crew stepped in. They offered to pay for her “treatment” if they could film her journey for a new show. Begrudgingly, her parents agreed.

As soon as the cameras rolled, her teacher left. Too much attention. He vanished. Moved away. Left her alone.

With him gone, she spiraled further. The more they tried to "fix" her, the worse she became. They tied her to a bed, starved her, forced exorcisms on her. The pain was constant.

When they thought she was "cured," she’d immediately turn it into a game. Tacks in her parents’ shoes. Self-inflicted wounds for shock value. Whispered horrors to her little sister just to see her parents break.

She was convincing. Too convincing. She didn’t realize just how much her sister was suffering. Didn’t see how deep her fear ran. Maybe if she did, she would’ve tried harder to stop it.

But honestly, they wouldn’t have believed her anyway.

Her sister finally snapped. In a desperate attempt to poison Winnie—to end it all—she made a fatal miscalculation. Everyone drank. Everyone but Winnie.

That night, Winnie was allowed to eat a snack with her family again. A glass of milk, cookies, a note inviting her downstairs. It almost felt normal.

Problem was, that she never drank plain milk. She loved chocolate milk. Her little sister should have known that. Winnie dumped it back into the carton. Ate her cookies. Watched them do the same.

Winnie only barely noticed how her little sister was confused that nothing was happening.

Then the foaming at the mouth. The gasping. The clawing at their throats. Their wide, horrified stares as they thought she’d finally done it. But it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her.

She sat there, slumped on the floor for 48 hours, staring at their lifeless bodies. She hadn’t poisoned them, but she had killed them. This was all her fault.

The reality crew found her like that. They claimed they deleted the footage. But if you know where to look, it's still out there.

Wicked Winnie: The name stuck. The investigation ruled it a tragic accident, but the world had already made up its mind. She was sent to a group home.

That’s where she met Lizzie—sharp, quick, and in need of someone to survive with. Winnie saw pieces of her sister in her. This time, she wouldn’t let her down.

They ran. Created chaos. Survived. Winnie knew how to manipulate, use her body if it came down to it; Lizzie knew how to fight, keep them moving. A perfect duo.

One day, they opened the door to a motel room and found something impossible on the other side. A place where no one knew Wicked Winnie or Lizzie.

Fate had given her a fresh start. Maybe she could clean up her act.

But… Who Doesn’t Love a Good Joke? She couldn’t possibly give that up.

name: dorothy maraschino

age: 54

gender & pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

status: resident

class: virtue

hierarchy: king

additional: 

occupation: leader of virtue

housing: st. mary’s palace - penthouses

face claim: carla gugino

good: passionate, decisive, seductive

bad: hedonistic, vindictive, secretive 

ugly: [redacted] 

background:  (domestic violence tw, death tw)

Regardless of being born to visitor rejected parents, Dorothy grew up adored by her Mother and taught that the world & all its creatures were beautiful. It was one of the reasons she was named after the main character of The Wizard of Oz. 

Her father, on the other hand, was a man of control and violence and taught her what she never wanted to become.

While her brother and father bonded over a thrown ball, she was expected to cook, clean, and sew alongside her mother. It was a life she despised… She despised it. 

Her father wasn’t just a controlling man—he was a key player in the illegal tonic trade. And behind closed doors, he used his strength to break her mother down. Dorothy never forgot the bruises. Never forgave the sobs.

School was her sanctuary. Learning gave her control when her home offered none. She took every class possible, before and after hours. Even dance became a refuge—offering grace and balance when her life had neither.

Every evening, she walked home with Jean. There was something unspoken between them. A connection she never had with anyone else.

The night her mother ended up in a Rejected clinic, battered and broken, Dorothy saw the cycle for what it was. It would never stop. Unless she stopped it herself.

With Jean’s help in research, In her garden, among the vegetables and herbs, she nurtured something special—foxglove. A little dose could treat a weak heart. A stronger one? Well…

Her father came home expecting his evening beer from a dutiful daughter. Instead, he collapsed. A heart attack, they called it. Grief over his injured wife.

Her Brother was broken for a while and her Mother— She never quite looked at Dorothy the same way again. Though, the secret would always stay between them. 

At the end of the day, they were rejected. Their lives didn’t matter enough to investigate further. It was just another day. 

Later in life, Dorothy devoted herself to her mother’s well-being, sending her money, calling it "charity for the Rejected." But in truth, it was always for her mother alone.

When her brother came of age to choose, he refused to leave the Rejected behind, saying it was "what their father would have wanted." Dorothy couldn’t understand. Why stay shackled to a dead man’s expectations?

That was strange to Dorothy. Why would you ever want to follow in that man’s footsteps? Why wouldn’t you ever strive for more?

Dorothy worked harder, pushed further. She clawed her way into the university, defied the odds as a double major. She relished the doubt in their eyes, thrived in their underestimation. 

Though, this wasn’t to say she didn’t have her fun. She had plenty of it. She indulged. The allure of Vice was intoxicating. The freedom, the chaos, the power. For a moment, she wondered if she was actually built for a life in Vice. The freedom, the seductive energy—-it drew her in like someone freezing to fire. 

Still, when the time came, she chose Virtue. Order and knowledge mattered more than reckless pleasure. She belonged where structure thrived.

She had thought Jean wanted the same things. Believed they would walk the same path. Watching him choose Vice felt like a betrayal. Men truly were disappointing.

She accepted it. She graduated. She fought her way to dean of the college. Earned a place in the leader’s circle.

She was an easy choice for a successor. A success story of a girl from the bottom going to the top.

They didn’t know how she still found herself disguised in Vice clubs, eventually pulled right back into someone’s embrace. No one could know. No one ever would.

If anyone knew, it was Madeleine—her most trusted friend. She would do anything to keep her safe and happy. Anything. And woe to anyone who spoke ill of her.

Still, as Virtue’s leader, she took her role seriously. Order and wisdom were the foundations of a thriving city. There’s a balance to everything and she aimed to maintain that for the sake of Hiraeth as a whole.

So, in steps to establish peace, Dorothy has committed herself to meetings with Jean to negotiate what’s best for Hiraeth.

Sometimes those negotiations can be tense—especially with who they were as people, but Dorothy was insistent upon trying. 

And the work did get done. She hopes to quell the power struggle on their hands— calm Jean down from making a mistake he could never take back. 

But if war did come—if he forced her hand—she would be ready. She would win. She would make an example of Vice’s leader.

Wouldn’t be the first time a man turned up dead because they underestimated her. 

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Lizzie, Kayla, & Eun-Ji! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

MUSE INFO

NAME: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Velnias

AGE: 27

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Tyro

HIERARCHY:

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION:

HOUSING: Carroll House w/ Winnie

FACE CLAIM: Jodelle Ferland

GOOD: Adventurous, Cheerful, Earnest

BAD: Tactless, Crazy, Destructive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

- From a small town in Canada, Lizzie never really knew friendship or kindness.  Her parents were strictly of the belief that children should be neither seen nor heard, and their neighbors whispered (some loudly) about how the Velnias were actual demon worshipers.  

- At 9, Lizzie met her first friend.  A rabbit named Petr that only she could see or hear.  Petr was the only being to make her feel cared for, loved.  So when he suggested she set the house curtains on fire in the middle of the night she didn't hesitate.  

- Reports say that given the late hour the fire spread to the entire town, Lizzie being the sole survivor.  She was taken to a group home outside the city, and that's where she stayed, content to talk and play with Petr even when all the other kids treated her just like those in her town.  At least, until an older girl, Winnie, also joined the home.  Winnie didn't treat Lizzie like the others.  She was nice, and believed her about Petr.  Finally, at 13, Lizzie had a friend that wasn't just in her head.

- The two ran away from the group home, making it through life as vagabonds.  Sometimes they would lie, cheat and steal for things they needed or wanted, other times they would work temporary jobs to get them through the month.  It was a lot of hard work, but Lizzie didn't mind.  She was with the two beings that loved her most and that made her happy.

- Hiraeth was their latest destination on a perpetually moving life, but Lizzie really likes all the bright colors and funny dressed people.  She hopes they can stay a little longer than usual.  

MUSE INFO

NAME: Kayla Kaye

AGE: 33

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi?

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Gambit

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: In Training

HOUSING: St. Catherine's Abode

FACE CLAIM: Zazie Beetz

GOOD: Focused, Gallant, Humorous

BAD: Fiery, Impatient, Talkative

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

- Do good unto others; it was practically the family motto.  Kayla was indoctrinated to live and breathe this idea by her two moms, one that was a respected Queen at the hospital and another a beloved Arbiter that worked tirelessly throughout the community.

- Add to the fact her moms ended up adopting two kids with equally tragic histories and only furthered the family ethos.  Kayla didn't complain though, she loved being the big sister, getting to show her new siblings the ropes of the city.  

- Some of that hope and brightness dimmed when her Aribter mom was suddenly lost to them, a charity event gone horribly wrong.  Kayla took inspiration from it, however, and was determined to become a Knight and protect others from ever being hurt like her mom was.

- A few years into her time at Aldridge Station and Kayla came in for her shift to see a notice on her work locker.  She had been chosen to enter the Gambit ranks.  It didn't say much of why, other than she had what they were looking for, and that she was to report to a new office immediately.  

MUSE INFO

NAME: Ryu Eun-Ji

AGE: 49

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Queen

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Head of Neuroscience @ The Meridian Institute

HOUSING: St. Mary's Palace, condo

FACE CLAIM: Ma Dong-Seok

GOOD: Incisive, Playful, Relaxed

BAD: Disorganized, Passive, Quirky

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

(child death tw)

- Eun-Ji comes from a long line of Virtue Queens, particularly scientists.  It was never a question of what his choice would be at 21, but what his focus would be.  It didn't take long for a young Eun-Ji to realize his fascination for why living things do what they do.  What facilitates our responses to the environment around us.

- He's rather quiet and unimposing for such a large man.  He keeps to himself, rather reading and quietly slurping on a cup of noodles than engaging in small talk.  But if you ask about a topic he's interested in, you will have the man's undivided attention, his eyes lighting up with excitement.  

- He met Hayden through work and they hit things off well, her balancing out his more socially awkward attributes.  They were in bliss until the car accident took away their only daughter and essentially destroyed their marriage.

- While his ex-wife tried to burry herself in her work, Eun-Ji took the opposite route.  He carries reminders of his daughter Mia every day, to include the matching friendship bracelet she had made for them.  

- Eun-Ji continues to keep to himself, but over the past couple years there is a new air of loneliness about him.  His smiles as he cracks a joke after each department meeting seeming less bright.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Charlie, Harper, & Esther! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Natasha

AGE: 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: EST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Charlotte “Charlie” Winters

AGE: 30

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Diamond

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: bartender at The Alibi

HOUSING: Dante’s Descent

FACE CLAIM: Halston Sage

GOOD: sociable, persistent, independent

BAD: dishonest, cynical, spiteful

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: Charlie knew most of her life was overshadowed by the disgrace of her father, who was rejected by Virtue for leading a tonic ring. Since the day the news became public, she wore it like a cloud of shame, following her everywhere she went. She had known her father was a cruel man behind closed doors, so any mention of their relation sent her into a rage. She was rebellious, and the only family she felt close to was Ciara, even if she was jealous of her sister not having to share blood with her father. When the time came, she chose Vice. She never cared about the wealth her family had, she didn’t care that she had settled into a lesser apartment in Vice, all she wanted was to live her own life and pretend Ciara was her only family that existed.

OOC INFO

NAME: Natasha

AGE: 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: EST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Harper Smythe

AGE: 40

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Knight

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: officer

HOUSING: St Catherine’s Abode

FACE CLAIM: Serinda Swan

GOOD: cooperative, respectful, fair

BAD: overbearing, stubborn, vague

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: Harper was raised by a single mom, but an inattentive one. Her mom was still living a partier lifestyle by the time Harper hit her teens, so she would do just about anything to not have to go home. This lead her to fall in with the wrong crowd at school, and some trouble followed. By the time she turned 18, she had taken her GED and tried to find a waitressing job and get her life on track on her own, but she was having a hard time starting fresh with the little she had. She was 21 when she visited Hiraeth, and after three months she chose Virtue and set out to be the best version of herself, wanting to protect this new world she called home where she wasn’t held back because of her childhood.

OOC INFO

NAME: Sierra

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: she/they

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Esther

AGE: 26

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Nonbinary, they/them

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pan

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Tyro

HIERARCHY:

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION:

HOUSING: Carroll House

FACE CLAIM: Maya Hawke

GOOD: Witty, Forthright, Practical

BAD: Melancholic, Reactive, Stubborn

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

(death tw, abuse tw)

- Esther's life has been hard, but they had never known anything different.  Belonging to a very strict sect of religion (some would even say cult-like), Esther grew up with the constant reminder that they were nothing more than a homemaker, a child bearer.  To not fit that perfect role was grounds for harsh punishment and ire. 

- Their parents' scrutiny became worse after Esther's brother passed in a tragic bullying incident in high school.  He was their special one and it was somehow Esther's fault for not preventing his death, for not dying in his stead.

- Eventually the years of torment became too much and Esther ran.  Finding Hiraeth seemed nothing short of a blessing, to finally be in a place that no one knew their history, their expectations.  Esther could finally just be.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Unity, Noah, & Beverly! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Katie

AGE: 27

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: est

MUSE INFO

NAME: Unity Thales

AGE: 25

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Nonbinary, she/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Queen

ADDITIONAL: n/a

OCCUPATION: Mathematics Teacher

HOUSING: St. Mary’s Palace

FACE CLAIM: Katie Douglas

GOOD: analytical, original, honest

BAD: disconnected, insensitive, dissatisfied

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Unity’s mother passed when they were young, so young that they barely remember her. They can remember how she smelled—like vanilla, and how warm they felt when they were around her. Their father turned to Tonics to cope and acted out heavily and as a result became Rejected; Unity was then raised by her grandparents; two relatively wealthy Virtue residents who sheltered her, afraid that they’d lose Unity like they lost her mother. Unity didn’t spend too much time around others her age, and when she finally did, she wasn’t quite sure how to act. As a result, they’re pretty awkward, blunt, and find it hard to make friends or find others with similar interests. They’re a very smart cookie with a genius level IQ, mostly just looking for people to belong with.

admin sierra:

name: noah kaspbrak

age: 28

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

status: resident

class: vice

hierarchy: diamond

additional: n/a

occupation: bartender @ the church

housing: virgil’s hymn

face claim: paul mescal

good: empathetic, trustworthy, brave

bad: stubborn, depressive, impulsive 

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

Born & Raised in Vice

Grew up embracing freedom of expression and rebellion.

Older sister, Naomi (4 years older), was his best friend and biggest supporter.

Took a huge interest in fixing things and history. Had a natural talent for learning.

Mom abandoned the family for the outside world when he was 8

He wonders if she chose not to return or if Hiraeth wouldn’t let her.

Father became an alcoholic and tonic addict, recklessly spending all their money and savings.

Naomi took on a parental role, working hard to support them.

She sought stability and help, getting pregnant by a wealthy but indifferent boyfriend who agreed to help settle debts. She stayed in Vice to support Noah and their father.

Went missing after an argument with her boyfriend—he assumed she fled to the outside world, but Noah knew she wouldn’t.

At 21, his grades in university slipped while he still searched for her. He stayed in Vice out of necessity—paying off his father’s debts and keeping up the search until his sister's body was found.

His father died soon after from liver failure, leaving Noah completely alone.

Currently stuck in Vice and working as a popular and skilled bartender at the Church.

Occasionally pretends to be Virtue for a taste of the life he and Naomi never got to have.

Dreams of more, but the weight of trying to change it keeps him grounded in Vice.

name: beverly torrance

age: 34

gender & pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

status: visitor

class: virtue

hierarchy: queen

additional: alice

occupation: english professor

housing: st. mary’s palace w/ elijah

face claim: sarah gadon

good: kind-hearted, imaginative, motherly

bad: naive, passive, reckless

ugly: [redacted]

background: (domestic abuse tw)

Straight-A student involved in choir, theatre, cheerleading, volleyball, writing/book clubs, and volunteering.

Raised Mormon with strict traditional values; motherly toward siblings and friends.

Fell into Hiraeth as a little girl and met Elijah and briefly experienced true freedom but had to leave—her younger siblings needed her.

The door always opened again whenever stressed or overwhelmed. She met Edgar during one of the trips and quickly bonded with him. 

She also gained a bit of a crush on Elijah, who she deemed far too cool to like her back.

Brought gifts (books, flowers, snacks) while receiving bits of rebellion (coffee, cursing) from Elijah and book recommendations from Edgar.

She may have misread Edgar’s signals while they talked about books, leading to her awkward first kiss but a stronger friendship… 

Seems she really couldn’t shake her lingering crush on Elijah.

At 17, her parents set her up with Adam (24), a return missionary and family friend. It was a very pure relationship beyond the occasional weird remark. They dated for a year—she felt no sparks but assumed love would grow.

Then, at 18, Adam became pushy and pressured her for a lot more.

One day, she finally asked Elijah in Virtue to teach her how to do more, wanting control over her own choices and some experience in that area to help her feel confident. She trusted him. He took care of her. 

Felt real sparks for the first time. She finally knew what it felt like to be loved.

As if he could feel her slipping, Adam put more of a claim on her than ever before. They were engaged quickly and the yelling became a lot worse. Then the physical abuse started.

Showed up in Hiraeth with bruises and a ring. She just needed to see her friends one time. Regardless of them trying to stop her, she still left in tears.

On her wedding day, opened the door and instead of the aisle, she saw Hiraeth again—and stepped through for good. She could’ve closed the door and reopened it, denying its call for the final time, but maybe all that rebellion training really had worked.

She chose to become a virtue with her friends and finally graduated from Hiraeth University. Soon after, she became an English professor at that very university.

Finally started to heal and started dating the boy from Wonderland during all that time—they've been together ever since.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Jessie, Evelyn, & Malachi! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Natasha

AGE: 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: EST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Jessica “Jessie” Decker

AGE: 28

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic demisexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Pawn

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: receptionist at Elysian Oasis

HOUSING: Joan of Arc’s Refuge

FACE CLAIM: Kathryn Newton

GOOD: polite, generous, humble

BAD: distracted, nervous, self-conscious

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: Jessie is the youngest of three children, but she was made to feel less than her siblings for as long as she could remember. She always enjoyed school because it was time she could be away from her family. The way her family treated her behind closed doors lead to her never truly believing in herself, so she never developed any sort of ambition and settled for her role as a Pawn. Although if she had allowed herself to hold on to her dreams, she would have perused work in charity, but she always told herself she would only make such a mess of it she would surely destroy her future, so she settled for trying to be unnoticed instead.

OOC INFO

NAME: Katie

AGE: 27

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: est

MUSE INFO

NAME: Evelyn Hino

AGE: 33

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Joker (Ace publicly)

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: [redacted]

HOUSING: Beatrice’s Purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Anna Sawai

GOOD: rational, informed, independent

BAD: arrogant, dismissive, combative

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Evelyn grew up in Hiraeth as the daughter of two Virtue residents who had high expectations for her. They expected greatness out of their daughter—after all, they were important people themselves. Though her parents have since passed, Evelyn still finds herself chasing their approval with everything she does. It infuriates her but at the same time, it’s the only thing still connecting her with them. She’s quiet, only speaking when she feels it’s necessary. She doesn’t see the purpose in small talk, or pretending.  Pretty much only kind to and patient with children/animals.

OOC INFO

NAME: Emma

AGE: 36

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: GMT

MUSE INFO

NAME: Malachi Engel

AGE: 44

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Nonbinary, He/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS:  Virtue

HIERARCHY: Knight

ADDITIONAL: Alice

OCCUPATION: officer

HOUSING:  Joan of arc's refuge

FACE CLAIM: Jake Gyllenhaal

GOOD: Trustworthy, Professional, Perceptive

BAD: Reckless, Tactless, Pessimistic

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Malachi had spent most of his life coming in and out of Hiraeth, he didn't care much for forming connections with people around him and left as soon as he possibly could. He was gone for a long time, joining the military and shipped out once or twice over the years until was on the verge of a breakdown and returned to Hiraeth two years ago. Technically, he's been classed as a deserter on the outside as he just took off one day so knows he can no longer leave without having to face the consequences.

Since returning, he's taken on the role of an officer in the Government district of the Virtue side. Sure, it's not something he wants to do, but it gets food on the table.

Bought his pet over from the other side, a goldfish named, Fish. Malachi comes across as a jerk, but keep inside, he's got a heart of gold who'll kill for those who are lucky enough to crack open that hard shell of his.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Violet, Peyton, & Aiko! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Katie

AGE: 27

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: est

MUSE INFO

NAME: Violet Vaccaro

AGE: 32

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Rook

ADDITIONAL: Alice

OCCUPATION: Owner of Vaccaro Museum & Gallery

HOUSING: St. Mary’s Palace (now lives alone)

FACE CLAIM: Brianne Howey

GOOD: bold, enthusiastic, observant

BAD: easily bored, conflict-averse, unfocused

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Violet was essentially raised by her older brother, Art. Her mother took her own life when Violet was young, so she has very few memories of her mother. Her father wasn’t much of a father figure. An Alice, Violet visited Hiraeth a few times before when she was younger. She eventually decided to stay to be with the man she would marry—Frank Vaccaro, a wealthy art gallery owner. He was distant and callous but Violet pretended that she didn’t mind it.  She found out he was cheating on her with an employee and confronted him. They fought, he got violent, and in her panic she killed him. He was pretty shady and so no one suspected Violet—it was assumed that his shadiness caught up with him, essentially.  She took over the business as a result and has a bodyguard (Jonah) to make sure that she doesn’t meet the same fate as her husband.

OOC INFO

NAME: Natasha

AGE: 31

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: EST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Peyton Wilson

AGE: 32

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Ace

ADDITIONAL: n/a

OCCUPATION: Tonic Dealer

HOUSING: Beatrice’s Purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Vanessa Morgan

GOOD: lively, charming, easy-going

BAD: deceitful, careless, arrogant

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: Peyton was a quiet, artistic girl growing up, best friends with her older brother and an angel for her loving parents. She was attentive and kind, always helping others based on the positive example her parents set for her. Then one day, when she was 18, her parents had gone on a trip where there happened to be a hurricane, and she became an orphan. She tried to cope along with her brother, but eventually she lost hope and decided she just needed to make a new life for herself where she could pretend this life had never happened at all. She came to Hiraeth and never left.

OOC INFO

NAME: Katie

AGE: 27

PRONOUNS: she/her

TIMEZONE: est

MUSE INFO

NAME: Aiko Tsuki

AGE: 28

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Diamond 

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: Pop star

HOUSING: Beatrice’s Purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Minatozaki Sana

GOOD: passionate, altruistic, creative

BAD: sensitive, perfectionistic, reluctant to open up

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Aiko was raised in a home with parents who were very rarely around. She was younger than her oldest two siblings, a product of her father’s second marriage and therefore 8-9 years younger than her older siblings. They found her to be annoying, and were also having a hard time dealing with their cold, unstable family—as a result they were short with Aiko, often shutting her out. Aiko grew up constantly feeling alone. She was raised by a nanny, but she always wanted a family. She always wanted to have eyes on her. She wanted to be a performer desperately. She ended up in Hiraeth on one of her worst days and when she stumbled in the first time, she knew she never wanted to go back home.  While learning about Hiraeth, she met William, the man who would become her manager—he promised to make her a star, and she followed after him. Once she was able to pick a side at 21, she did so—becoming a Vice and quickly being propelled into stardom, as William promised. Quickly she was Vice’s number one pop star, selling out venues, her name and photo being shown on holographic billboards. Not long ago, William went missing. Aiko never stopped performing, though.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Sen! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Lena

AGE: 29

PRONOUNS: they/them

TIMEZONE: EST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Aksenia "Sen" Volkov

AGE: 32

GENDER & PRONOUNS: nonbinary, they/them

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: nonspecific queer

STATUS: visitor

CLASS: vice

HIERARCHY: heart

ADDITIONAL:

OCCUPATION: tonic chemist

HOUSING: dante’s descent

FACE CLAIM: ksenia solo

GOOD: energetic, analytical, passionate

BAD: impulsive, oblivious, brash

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Grew up with unstable housing, their father died when they were 3 and their mother tried but she just couldn't keep a roof over their heads. Used to moving from shelter to shelter, sometimes even staying on the streets. 

Arrived in Hiraeth on their 13th birthday, after wishing for a better life. They were confused but utterly excited and didn't even hesitate before stepping through to the mysterious new world.

Taken in by someone on the vice side, as the virtue options were not particularly interested in a grimy street kid.

Flourished in science and math classes. Definitely also took elective technology and engineering. They're fascinated by figuring out how everything works, whether it be machine or living. This is what put them on the path to their current job, insatiable curiosity.

Too weird and eccentric to make many friends, but unbothered by that as long as they got to study what interested them.

When they were 16, one of their school friends became a Slightly. It was attributed to a bad reaction to a tonic, and this sparked Sen’s curiosity into how tonics work and what could cause a potential bad reaction. They wanted to know if it was a quality control issue, or maybe some kind of genetic incongruence? They also weren’t entirely ready to rule out the myths, but those seemed like less logical explanations.

At age 21, they chose vice. The choice wasn’t very surprising, as they had always been much more interested in innovation than in status and prestige.

They are currently an independent tonic maker working out of a small lab, with no strong affiliation to any group on either side. They do science for their own curiosity, and really only sell their work in order to work on new and exciting things.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Jordan & Laurie! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Livvy

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Jordan Aslani

AGE: 26

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual, biromantic

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Pawn

ADDITIONAL: N/A

OCCUPATION: Server at Frenchie’s

HOUSING: Joan of Arc’s Refuge

FACE CLAIM: Aria Shahghasemi

GOOD: Friendly, artsy, creative

BAD: Absentminded, clumsy, gullible

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

Born in the regular world, Jordan grew up in Brooklyn, New York. He lived in an orphanage with various other kids for a while, never having known his real parents. He later moved out and was able to get a small apartment a few blocks away. Whenever he wasn’t at his job, he was spending time drawing in his sketchbook or walking around petting some stray cats and dogs or playing games or riding around on his bicycle. The latter activity would end up being the last thing he really did in that world he was so used to. While riding on his bike under sunny skies, Jordan was having a rather normal day that would end up turning into the craziest adventure ever. He, uh, couldn’t really describe how it happened. But he just sort of—well, went through a portal?

It definitely was a fell down the rabbit hole type of situation, except imagine the clumsiest guy you’ve ever seen in your life. A domino effect that involved Jordan flipping off his bike, falling on his face, and the bike landing right on top of him, all while multiple strangers were watching him. A few people asked if he was alright and then there were some instinctual laughs from others, but otherwise they didn’t seem that surprised by his sudden presence.

Jordan had somehow stumbled upon – and stumbled was an understatement – an almost sci-fi looking city that he’d only ever imagined from books or seen in movies. He was bewildered, looking around in complete awe, confused at how he ended up there. But also where was there exactly? It didn’t take long for someone wrangle him up and start to explain that he was in a place called Hiraeth. And Jordan was like the awkward standing person emoji while listening, nodding a few times while his mouth was just partly open. A lot of ohhhs and woahs and okay yeahs coming from him. Meanwhile he couldn’t remember most of what was said to him then, in all honesty.

It was definitely a learning curve, being in a whole new world and having to kind of relearn a lot of stuff. He was fascinated though, trying to take in everyone’s stories and the like. That was around three months ago, and Jordan has now made the choice of being a Virtue along with being a Pawn under that umbrella. A green ID that previously marked him as a Tyro has been replaced with more of a goldish looking one. Working at Frenchie’s as a server, Jordan has been taking it one day at a time, continuing to get used to this new life. He has started doing art again too, sketching or painting various buildings or nature areas or people, cherishing the beauty of what is around him.

  * If applying for a wanted connection, add this to your application:

Roommates with Wesley and Angelie

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  OOC INFO

NAME: Livvy

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Laurel “Laurie” Sinclair

AGE: 24

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman & she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual, panromantic

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Diamond

ADDITIONAL: N/A

OCCUPATION: Model/Influencer

HOUSING: Virgil’s Hymn

FACE CLAIM: Chloe Rose Robertson

GOOD: Charismatic, spontaneous, resourceful

BAD: Materialistic, selfish, irritable

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: 

As the youngest child of Torrance Sinclair, one of Hiraeth’s vice kings, Laurie enjoyed the upper-class society her family flaunted about in. It was what she was used to, even if that did result in her being spoiled growing up. Hanging out in penthouses that their parents paid for or hanging out with so-called friends who really only stuck around because of their affluent statuses. The family was pretty much a mirror image of what Vice was meant to be. Powerful and prestigious with some chaos sprinkled in too. But despite seemingly having everything, she and her brothers lacked something that could’ve changed how their childhood was if they had it: love. That may have sounded dramatic but the truth was lingering.

Their father was strict, ruling with an iron fist and thinking that status and power were really the only things that were important. Then there was their mother who never really cared much about the children or she at least did a horrible job at showing otherwise. Parental affection was basically non-existent, the children a product of the environment their parents constructed. Laurie focused on trying to make them proud for a long time despite all of this. Got fairly good grades, was popular in school, things like that. But they still didn’t seem to give her accomplishments the time of day.

Torrance’s attention tended to be more on the oldest brother Kol instead, leaving her and Jaren more to the side, barely in frame at all. Out of the two, ambition was strived for more by Laurie. While she liked to party and hit the clubs sometimes, there was still focus on doing well at the university too. Or she tried, at least. During her last semester, Laurie’s grades had started to drop a bit. She was distracted, starting to stress out about what would happen after all of this. Would all of it be for nothing? Would her parents still not really care? Hell, the girl could end up at the podium making the graduation speech for her class and they still may not even be sitting at the audience at all. Nevertheless, she persisted.

After Laurie succeeded in graduating from the university, she chose Vice without a second thought and became a Diamond too. Her occupation kind of ranges from socialite to model to influencer, stuff like that. Her persona toward strangers and even just to people she knows usually isn’t a surprise to anyone. It usually is the collective conclusion of people being like oh, you’re exactly how I imagined you’d be. You’d have to ask those people themselves to know whether that’s meant as a compliment or not.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Whitney! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 48 hours.

OOC INFO

NAME: Livvy

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/her

TIMEZONE: CST

MUSE INFO

NAME: Whitney Fell

AGE: 33

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Demiwoman & she/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual, panromantic

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Virtue

HIERARCHY: Queen

ADDITIONAL: N/A

OCCUPATION: District Attorney at Sentinel Hall

HOUSING: St. Mary’s Palace (alone)

FACE CLAIM: Jenny Boyd

GOOD: Practical, methodical, composed

BAD: Workaholic, competitive, assertive

UGLY: [redacted]

BACKGROUND: (death tw, grief tw)

  Equipped with an academically inclined nature, the path of success seemed to have always been in reach for Whitney Fell from the start. Raised in Hiraeth by two Virtue parents, she took after them in various ways, whether it be similarities in traits, intellect, or otherwise. Her mother was a surgeon at Mercy Hospital while her father used to be a District Attorney at Sentinel Hall. Both the Academic and Government Districts of the city were visited by Whitney many times. Sometimes she’d spend way more time there than at her own home. It was her father’s work, though, that she specifically had more interest in. She would often do school work in his office, and was also permitted to sit in on some of his cases in those court rooms that seemed so much larger and intimidating when she was younger. While her father did teach her about law and government himself, Whitney was sharp enough to gather understanding from just watching him work from afar too. Networking also became an important factor early on, Whit meeting people and getting on their radar. Throughout early school years as well as at Hiraeth University, Whitney scholastically thrived. She had a plan for her future, her eyes set on Sentinel Hall as a future place of employment. There was also a plan made between members of a longtime friend group Whitney was a part of. They would all choose Virtue and stay close. Unfortunately, that pact came to an abrupt break when one of their friends unexpectedly passed in an accident. It was a tragedy for many but specifically for the boyfriend she left behind, Reuben Valencia, another addition to the friend group. At graduation, he chose Vice instead, blindsiding the group and leaving Whitney stunned. She never got an explanation. She did try to give him the benefit of the doubt because she knew he had been grieving as she was. But admittedly, she did hold some lingering bitterness over his choice and his lack of communication with any of them. Time still moved and so did Whitney, who continued her career path in law. She did end up becoming a lawyer, but the catch was experiencing loss once more. Her mother passed only a year after graduation. It was a hard time, but Whitney mostly dealt with grief management by throwing herself more into work. She had always been a workaholic, but having something to focus on had always been better for her. Even in grief, Whitney could not allow herself to be unproductive, to just sit around and do nothing while life passes by in blurs. Four years ago, there was breaking news about her father. He was arrested and pressed with charges involving illegal, criminal deals. He was stripped of his title and made a Reject. Being his daughter, unfortunately some of the public judged Whitney just by association. There were cracks in her reputation since people liked to talk, even if what they said wasn’t accurate. Still, she made it through and didn’t let bad press deter her. A year ago, Whitney was promoted to a District Attorney for the city, following in her father’s footsteps. She was even given his old office which succeeded in bringing back some old memories. But again, time still moves and so does Whitney.

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Eric & Jonah! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

name: eric serling (wilde)

age: 45

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: gay

status: visitor

class: vice

hierarchy: king

additional: n/a

occupation: owner of the church

housing: beatrice’s pergatory (penthouses)

face claim: matt bomer

good: charismatic, protective, persuasive 

bad: selfish, avoidant, secretive

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

Born to a single teenage mother, Eric learned early that nothing in life would come easily. If he wanted success, he’d have to fight for it.

His mother, desperate for stability, married strategically. The man she chose was wealthy but cruel, abusive to both of them.

She weighed the pros and cons, knowing exactly what it would take to survive. In the end, money won.

Eric’s attraction to men was always there, he just never acted upon it. He kissed girls and felt nothing. He kissed his best friend on a dare and his whole world changed.

They kept kissing in secret. For a while, the relationship worked—until his stepfather caught them.

It was brutal. Violent. Eric bore the brunt of his stepfather’s wrath, while his best friend was forced to watch. He was only 13.

That night, as his mother tended to his wounds, her silence spoke volumes. When she did speak, she was direct. She loved him. She always had. But love wasn’t enough. He needed to do what it took to survive.

He finally took that lesson to heart.

The wounds hadn’t even begun to heal when Eric stumbled into Hiraeth—ice pack pressed to his face, steps unsteady.

He barely had time to register what happened before he crashed into someone, knocking them both to the ground.

Eric tensed, expecting fury, expecting violence. He had no idea where he was, but if this stranger threw the first punch, he’d fight back.

Instead, the man only laughed, rolling onto his back in amusement.

An Arbiter hurried over, concerned, but the man waved them off. “This one is mine,” he declared with a smirk. “I’ll show him around.”

He was confident, charismatic—witty in a way that put people at ease. He didn’t demand attention; he commanded it naturally.

Eric trusted him instantly.

The man introduced himself as George Wilde and explained where Eric had ended up. If it had been anyone else, Eric would’ve called bullshit, but doubting George felt wrong.

They talked for hours. George even bought him lunch.

By the end of the day, George asked if he wanted to stay. It was his choice.

Eric thought of his mother—the exhaustion in her eyes, the sacrifices she made just to keep both of them afloat…

He nodded. “I’ll stay.”

George smiled. “I’m happy to hear that,” he said, offering his hand, “what’s your name?”

Arbiters interjected that Eric needed to be adopted and sponsored to remain in Hiraeth until he was 21.

George didn’t hesitate. “That’s right. I’ll be adopting Eric.”

Eric later learned George was a Vice King, descended from the Founders, and highly respected. What he said, went.

He spent the next eight years under George’s wing, living alongside George’s actual children, who he was expected to look after.

At first, it was surreal. He wasn’t used to stability, to kindness without strings attached. But Hiraeth gave him a better education than he’d ever received before. He adjusted quickly.

Still, he never let go of his past. A picture of his mother always stayed in a pocket watch, a reminder: survival above all else.

Hiraeth was open about sexuality, but Eric wasn’t foolish. The Founder bloodlines married for power, not love. It was better for George, his children, and himself if he kept it quiet.

He was adopted, which meant he wasn’t actually of founder blood, but being raised by one, he would be very valuable to the bloodline.

So, at 21, he officially chose Vice, working his way up through the ranks.

George owned the Church, but that didn’t mean Eric would inherit it without proving himself. Founder bloodlines weren’t that generous.

George’s biological children, however, had never known struggle. They were privileged, entitled, yet George still pushed them to be worthy.

Meanwhile, Eric was running the Church in everything but name. He worked, he adapted, he made himself indispensable.

George became the only father Eric had ever known. He owed him everything.

So when George asked him to marry a Vice Queen from a Founder bloodline, Eric had already planned for it years ago.

He climbed the hierarchy, had two children, and on the surface, his life looked ideal.

But he was deeply unhappy. He loved his children more than anything in the entire world. In some ways, he loved his wife too. But this life—this arrangement—was suffocating.

He was never truly faithful. Men were an addiction he couldn’t kick. He knew the risks, but it didn’t stop him.

By the time he finally tried to settle, it was too late—George had passed away.

Eric was at his bedside with some of George’s other children beside him, holding his hand, listening as his father spoke his final words. Until the light had fully left his eyes.

When his will was read, it shocked everyone. He left Eric nearly everything: the Church, his inheritance, and his final recommendation for the title of King.

But more than anything, he left these words: “This one is mine. He is my son.”

George’s biological children were not pleased. Some seemed resigned, others relieved but the eldest? Furious.

That anger boiled into reckless action. He made an attempt on Eric’s life… The problem was that one of Eric’s children died in his place.

The grief shattered him. He returned to old habits, seeking solace in men, drowning in tonics to numb the pain.

His marriage crumbled. He let it.

He was still a King. He still owned the Church. He still had his inheritance.

He didn’t need the marriage anymore. He fulfilled his duties fully.

But none of it mattered. It had cost him the one thing he truly loved.

Now, he watches over his ex-wife, supports her however he can, and spends every moment he can with his daughter. Family is everything.

Otherwise, Eric stays busy. Detached. He refuses to let himself get too close to anyone—especially the ones he finds in his bed.

name: jonah basilone

age: 32

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: pansexual

status: visitor

class: virtue

hierarchy: gambit

additional: alice

occupation: redacted

housing: st. mary’s palace

face claim: logan lerman

good: perceptive, confident, skilled

bad: distant, traumatized, serious

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

Jonah is an ex-military turned cia mercenary who is expertly trained in combat, marksmanship, and slight-of-hand… But that’s only who he became.

He was raised by his high-ranking military father after his mother had an affair with his uncle when he was five. His parents divorced and that was that.

His Mother wanted to “start the marriage fresh” so custody belonged to Dad. He still saw his Mom occasionally for holidays but he liked the distance between visits. He felt like a kind of “other” next to his half-sibling / cousins. It was a little too weird for him. 

His father was everything to him: a man of honor, discipline, and strength. Jonah admired him, feared him, and tried never to disappoint him.

His father’s discipline had a cost—he was unpredictable, explosive. A misplaced word or a perceived slight could set him off.

Jonah learned to be quiet. To be small. To only speak when spoken to.

He built a little clubhouse to escape, a safe space that was entirely his own.

At six years old, Jonah opened the small makeshift door of his clubhouse… and stepped into somewhere else entirely.

Hiraeth was strange and wonderful—unlike anything in his world. He wandered, fascinated.

At the edge of a park, he noticed something out of place: a tall, ornate streetlamp with curling ironwork and a golden glow. It didn’t match the sleek, modern lights around it.

As he stared, a little blonde girl with a big, beaming smile appeared out of nowhere, startling him.

“My brother said if you tell it a wish, it’ll come true someday,” she said, nodding toward the lamp. “You might be waitin’ a while, but it’ll come true when it’s supposed to... I've been wishin for a t-rex but—” She shrugged.

Then, with a mischievous grin: “You wanna play?”

Jonah barely had time to nod before she tagged him and ran. They played for hours, running through the park, laughing, forgetting the world.

As the sun set, she told him her name: Violet. Like him, she was a visitor. They agreed to meet at the Wishing Lantern the next day.

He crossed his heart. Watched her skip away.

But when he returned the next day—she was gone. He kept coming back. Kept waiting under the lantern. But she never came.

He whispered wishes to the lantern anyway.

Back home, Jonah was still a quiet, soft kid. Then, on the playground, he ran headfirst into another boy.

That boy was Santiago. Bright, energetic, loud—everything Jonah wasn’t.

Somehow, they just worked. Jonah loved Santiago’s energy, the way he told stories, the way he never needed Jonah to talk.

Jonah trusted him enough to share his secret—he brought him to Hiraeth once. Just once. It was their adventure.

But then Santiago started missing school when Jonah was 11. A little at first, then a lot. Then… he was just gone.

Starting at 10 years old, Jonah’s father put him through military-style training.

Mornings started before dawn with exercises. Days were spent studying. Evenings were back to training.

Jonah became stronger. More precise. A perfect shot, deadly with a knife. But he never acted like it. He was still soft-spoken, still gentle.

Then, at 15, someone at school messed with Carmen—Santiago’s little sister.

Jonah didn’t hesitate. They learned exactly what he was capable of.

He was suspended. His father was proud. But that night, when he opened the door to his room—there it was. Hiraeth.

He wasn’t expecting anything. It had been years. But as he stood by the Wishing Lantern, someone gasped and startled him.

He turned—and there she was. Same blonde hair. Same big smile. His heart raced.

She grabbed his hand and dragged him around town, catching him up on everything she had seen, everything she had learned. She wanted to be a teacher. She had a passion for it. Then again, she wanted to be singer… She had a lot of ideas.

Jonah listened, nodding, smiling, holding her hand tightly—until she noticed the bruises on his knuckles.

She stopped everything. Led him to a bench. Fussing over him. Then, softly: “You wanna talk about it?”

And for the first time, he did. About his father. His books. His mother. Santiago. Carmen. Training. He kept talking. And she just listened.

The day ended too soon. He hated saying goodbye. There was always a chance the same thing would happen as before. Maybe they would never see each other again. He still crossed his heart anyway.

She gave him a kiss. Asked if it was his first one. 

He lied and said it wasn’t.

Jonah’s father left on deployment again shortly after. It was normal. Standard. Routine.

Though, this time, he didn’t come back.

At sixteen, Jonah was forced to move in with his mother—the last thing he wanted.

The second he turned seventeen, he slammed minor release papers on the table. Told her to sign them. She did.

His father would have been proud.

He visited Hiraeth a few more times before he left, but Violet wasn’t there. He still whispered wishes to the lantern.

The visits stopped for a while after boot camp. It wasn’t his immediate concern, but he wondered. Wished… After he took a life for the first time, he knew he didn’t deserve it anymore.

Jonah thrived in the military. Excelled in combat. Became a ghost in the field.

He was recruited into a CIA-sponsored mercenary unit—a team of assassins, the best of the best.

For the first time, he had something that felt like a family. Brothers.

He was quiet. Quick. Deadly. They called him Ghost. And he made a lot of new ones.

Eventually, he fell in love. She was sharp, dangerous, and saw him in a way no one else did.

But even when he did discover the truth that she was with the enemy, it didn’t matter. He trusted her.

His need to be seen, to be loved, to be held gently, it was his downfall. A weakness.

When she killed one of his teammates in a takeover attempt, Jonah was the one holding his friend’s body, trying to save him as the light drained from his eyes.

In the aftermath, he pinned her down, gun to her forehead. She looked up at him with the same love she always had. He pulled the trigger.

Shortly after his 30th birthday, Jonah was given an honorable discharge.

Jonah was a ghost of who he once was. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be called Jonah. So he pretended his name was Ghost.

Scarred, war-torn, hollow—he returned home, searching for Santiago and Carmen back home.

He was glad that Santiago was still there. Sad to see him like he was… But selfishly happy to be reunited. Seems they had a lot in common in that gap of time apart. 

When they were finished, he opened the front door—and Hiraeth was there again. Waiting. He was still good enough. 

He asked Santiago to come with him. Leave everything behind. Start over in a place that only knew them when they were kids. Santiago agreed.

The first thing he did (beyond getting harassed into room assignments with Santiago in the Carroll House) was go to the Wishing Lantern.

He didn’t expect to find anyone there. And there was no one. Violet was probably long gone, but he still smoothed his callused hand over the metal like an old friend. 

But then there was a sound. A gasp. It didn’t startle him anymore.

He turned. Blonde hair. A big, familiar smile.

He smiled genuinely for the first time in years and pulled her into his embrace.

Maybe the legend of the lantern was true. All the wishes came true at the right time.

When they finally pulled apart, he started to think of all the things he had to tell her and all the things he couldn’t—when the words caught in his throat. Ring. She was wearing a ring.

He was late to the meeting place. Way too late.

He swallowed down the twisting feeling in his chest and congratulated her.

His three months as a Tyro was being tugged between sides. He had a good resume. 

In the end, he chose Virtue and the eventual recruitment to the Gambits.

Santiago chose Vice but Jonah was so proud of him. He’d visit. See his sets.

Then, 2 years later, he heard the news—Violet’s husband had been murdered. Shady business deals, they said.

Jonah offered himself to protect her. To be her bodyguard so she wouldn’t meet the same fate as her husband.

His instincts told him she didn’t actually need him, but he’d take any excuse to be close to her again. To make sure she was safe.

Easy decision.

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name: donovan redfield

age: 33

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: fuck if he knows anymore

status: visitor

class: vice

hierarchy: spade 

additional: 

occupation: bodyguard to santiago

housing: virgil’s hymn w/ santiago & carmen

face claim: lucien laviscount

good: flirtatious, respectful, warm

bad: jealous, secretive, noncommittal

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

Growing up in a military family meant constant relocation. Donovan quickly learned how to make friends and, just as easily, how to avoid attachment.

As the middle child, he often felt overshadowed by his older and younger brothers. In response, he worked hard to stand out in school—not through rebellion, but by being someone people could depend on.

He built a reputation early on as the guy who had people’s backs. Teachers trusted him, girls at recess felt safe around him, and he carried that into after-school clubs. His mother taught him respect, and in turn, they all taught him how to treat women. He was a protector, all while leading his kickball team to victory.

That same energy carried over to high school. He became the quarterback of the football team—JV turned Varsity by sophomore year.

He sometimes wondered how life might’ve turned out differently if he stuck to it, but at the end of the day, he believed things happened for a reason.

Determined to carve his own path and stand out from his siblings, he joined the Navy at 18, just like his parents before him.

During boot camp, he met a girl, fell in love fast, and they got married quickly. The marriage had its perks—it kept her from being stationed elsewhere and secured them better housing. A win-win.

They were close—dancing in the living room, sharing inside jokes, cooking for each other. It was real, and for a while, he felt like he had something solid.

Then, while he was deployed for a year, she had an affair with her best friend. He walked in on them the day he came home. The trust he had placed in her shattered in an instant.

Heartbroken, something inside him changed. He didn’t wallow—he reinvented himself. 

He became a flirt, played the field, and threw himself into fitness. Relationships were off the table. The second things got serious, he walked. He couldn’t help it. Maybe that was his one true flaw.

After leaving the military, he felt adrift. Instead of settling down, he hit the road, traveling across the country in search of himself.

He worked every odd job imaginable—bartender, trainer, tour guide, mechanic, server, security guard… he even took up entertaining for a while. He documented it all in a travel journal, carrying it everywhere he went.

His family always had his back, no matter what. They didn’t know about the stripping gig—not a chance in hell—but he appreciated their unwavering support.

One day, while passing through yet another job’s staff room, he opened a door and found something impossible—Hiraeth waiting for him on the other side. He was curious. And everything happened for a reason.

He landed in a Spade position at the Church, keeping an eye on the performers. The energy, the music, the lights—it felt like everything in his life had built up to this.

He thrived so well in his position that he was promoted to full-time bodyguard for one of the biggest performers in Hiraeth—Santiago.

They clicked instantly. They had a lot in common and it was actually fun having a best friend. He was watching his back, sure, but it was more important than that.

…It was a lot more important than that.