#hiraeth.intro

[strawberette]

OPHELIA WOODHOUSE .

"i don't want to wake up on my own anymore. don't feel bad for me, i want you to know, deep in the cell of my heart, i really want to go. sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. there is another world, there is a better world, well, there must be." ─ asleep, emily browning

IDENTIFICATION .

full name : ophelia jane woodhouse .

nickname : phea , pippa , effie , lia .

gender : cis woman .

pronouns : she / her .

sexuality : bisexual .

age : twenty seven .

date of birth : september 30th .

status : visitor / slightly .

class : virtue .

hierarchy : pawn .

occupation : florist .

FAMILY .

adopted father : open .

father : gary woodhouse .

mother : rosemary woodhouse .

siblings : siblings ( older ) .

significant others : none .

REFLECTION .

face claim : havana rose liu .

height : 5 ' 5 "

hair color : brunette .

eye color : green .

PSYCHOLOGICAL .

zodiac  sign : pisces .

meyer - briggs : infp : the mediator .

positive  traits :  charismatic , protective , persuasive

negative  traits : selfish , avoidant , stubborn .

character  parallels :  luna lovegood ( harry potter ) , bubbles ( powerpuff girls ) , belle ( disney ) , babydoll ( suckerpunch ) , jane doe ( ride the cyclone ) , ophelia ( shakespearean ) .

TLDR .

Ophelia was the youngest in a large family, often overlooked. She found comfort in nature, her camera, and her journal. At ten, a charismatic man befriended her, teaching her birdwatching and making her feel special. Their meetings were a secret—until the day he lured her away.

She was held captive for six years by a cult, enduring horrors she couldn’t speak of. Other girls came and went. She comforted them, braided their hair, and hoped they made it home when they all inevitably left. Then, one day, she was found.

Thrust into the spotlight, she struggled with fear, trauma, and the expectations of survival. The garden became her solace—until, on the day of her court case, she opened a door in a panic and stepped into another world. Here, she wasn’t a news story. She was just a girl.

A quiet man was chosen to take her in. She feared him at first, but his patience won her trust. He became the father she never had. Over time, she healed, found work as a florist, and chose Virtue. But an accident left her as Slightly—forgetful, spacey, always daydreaming.

Now, at 25, she’s trying to reclaim her life by living with a roommate. But through it all, she still wears the gold cross no matter what. Some habits never fade .

FULL STORY .

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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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, and 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.

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

1 . adopted father : They're incredibly close, and he's incredibly worried about her. Getting her the tonics she needs is expensive, but it's more than worth it. Luckily, he's relatively well off and can handle it, but even if he couldn',t he'd still do anything to protect his daughter .

2 . friends : She's Slightly now, but they don't mind. Not much changed about her anyway. They're sure to take care of her, make sure she doesn't forget things— But they don't treat her like a baby... She appreciates it .

3 . mother figure : She loves her adopted father with all her heart, but she desperately needs a motherly figure to look after her and comfort her. Teach her. She's always been that for others, so it would be different reversed .

[ofepiphxny]

━ ✧ 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑵𝑬𝒀 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑳 // 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑬

“but with all my education, I can't seem to command it. and the words are all escaping and coming back all damaged. and I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how.”

name: whitney charlotte fell face claim: jenny boyd pronouns & gender: she/they & demiwoman age: thirty-three birthdate: december 22nd zodiac sign: capricorn orientation: pansexual, panromantic status: resident class: virtue hierarchy: queen housing: st. mary’s palace (alone) occupation: district attorney (sentinel hall) family: wyatt fell (father) and charlotte fell (mother; deceased) moral alignment: lawful neutral mbti: ESTJ enneagram: 3w2 vice & virtue: pride & patience element: earth hogwarts house: ravenclaw traits: practical, methodical, composed, workaholic, competitive, assertive character inspo(s): gwen stacy (marvel), caroline forbes (the vampire diaries), padmé amidala (star wars), laurel lance (arrow), spencer hastings (pretty little liars), mia fey (ace attorney)

song inspirations

the manuscript by taylor swift

all this and heaven too by florence + the machine

i was here by beyonce

the lakes by taylor swift

we don’t have to take our clothes off by ella eyre

light on by maggie rogers

history (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.

[ofenigmas]

REUBEN VALENCIA : thirty-three // resident // vice: spade // security at the siren's lair // dante's descent // label: the obsidian sentinal // sean teale

BASICS

NAME: reuben elian valencia

BIRTHDAY + AGE: december 25 // 33

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: heterosexual (demi?) heteroromantic

CLASS + HIERARCHY: vice // spade

OCCUPATION: security and the siren's lair

HOUSING: dante's descent (unit 2a)

BIRTHPLACE: crimson mercy, medical district, hiraeth (resident)

FAMILY: unknown (biological father - status unknown), ana valencia (biological mother - deceased), up to 3 half-siblings (OPEN - must be at least part venezuelan and 35 or younger)

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: sean teale

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR: dark brown

HEIGHT: 6′1″

TATTOOS: minimalist shape (reflects his childhood friend group #) tattoo on his left forearm

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: small number of minor scars from childhood, diamond-shaped birthmark on underside of knee

PERSONALITY

GOOD: devoted, analytical, diligent

BAD: reclusive, brooding, resentful

ZODIAC: capricorn sun, aquarius moon, virgo rising

MBTI: intj, the mastermind.

ENNEAGRAM: 5w6, the problem solver. self-preservation/sexual subtype.

ALIGNMENT: true neutral

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic-phlegmatic

ARCHETYPE: the veiled strategist / the mastermind

ELEMENT: earth

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS:, geralt of rivia (the witcher), robbie reyes (agents of shield), bellamy blake (the 100), warren peace (sky high), rhysand (acotar), luke castellan (pjo), zuko (atla), maybe dick greyson/robin (teen titans).

DND: half-tiefling rogue (urchin)? kinslayer curse

AESTHETIC: being lost in a forest in the dead of winter, a silhouette of someone alone in a cemetery, a murder of crows, always looking over your shoulder, hidden smirks, fists clenched, dread in the form of a foreboding thunderstorm cloud over your head like a cursed crown, checkmate on a chessboard, long shadows cast from a flickering candle in a dark room, the weight of a heavy stone door closing you in.

BIOGRAPHY

• reuben was born into the lower tiers of the vice hierarchy, to a sole diamond parent whose work and extracurriculars were not particularly family-friendly. he never knew his father, but assumes it’s one of his mother’s “clients”. he has multiple half-siblings he grew up with and tries not to think about if he has any others on the other side.

• his mother had always used tonics during his childhood, but they escalated in rarity and use until she’d gotten hooked on an unfamiliar opalescent one that led to spouting off nonsense about things that were only occasionally true. she’d started telling reuben and his siblings their futures, ones they hoped were delusions.

• the highlight of reuben’s childhood was his time at the academy with his friend group. they were all the best people he’d ever met, and regardless of background, had made a childhood pact to live together in virtue after graduation. they’d get two side-by-side apartments, and they’d be happy with a fresh start.

• a week before graduation, a vital member of the friend group (reuben’s girlfriend) died in a tragic accident. the second hit? when reuben, clouded by grief, chose vice the day of.

• he’s since given into a life far from his childhood dream. he works security at the siren’s lair where his mother was once employed and generally avoids everyone other than the two people closest to him, both of whom he still won’t even call friends.

THEME SONGS

destructible - siiickbrain - uh-oh head's a junkyard, so cold, midnight graveyard ... wake me up cause i wanna get away from the trauma, can anyone make this better? every time my heart's under attack, i-i slam my skull into a wall ... uh-oh i feel hollow, seems like there’s no tomorrow, head hurts it might explode, uh-oh need a restart, i'll send you a postcard.

empty - letdown - you don’t know the hell i’ve been through. you don’t know the price i paid. you can’t see the walls i’m bracing, time i’m facing all my days. every bit of man i once was. every bit of love that i could have. setting into motion all the other fear i had. nobody help me, i'm not cold, i'm empty.

devil doesn’t bargain - alec benjamin - the devil doesn’t bargain, it’s useless, don’t do this, it’s hubris to try, he’s ruthless, you knew this, i can see that you’re sure you can change him but i know you won’t, he’ll only break your heart again, it isn’t worth it, darling he’s never gonna change, he’ll never be prince charming, he’ll only do you harm.

cut my fingers off - ethan bornick - i fear the people i love most and a disappointed face, my unconditional blindfolds and a life that i could waste (ah-ah), now i never sit up straight and i don't fit the mold -- lone wolf, thought i'd do better on my own (ah-ah), lost in a survival tv show.

go to war - nothing more - we arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done, name them off one by one, let's go to war. screaming at the ones we love like we forgot who we can trust, screaming at the top of our lungs on the grounds where we feel safe, do we feel safe?

His Pinterest board is here.

His Spotify playlist is here.

CONNECTIONS

***many of reuben's connections will need to be made on the dash because he is an antisocial grump xoxo ***

FAMILIAL:

BIOLOGICAL FATHER - OPEN - reuben has yet to find out who exactly his father is, but he has a significant distaste for the man from idea alone. UTP if he knows reuben exists and doesn't give a frick or hasn't the slightest idea. male, 55+, white or at least some venezuelan.

HALF-SIBLINGS - OPEN - up to 3 other half-siblings that were mostly left to their own devices by their mutual mother growing up. any gender, 35 or under. must be at least part venezuelan (unless bio father is taken as the venezuelan side first).

PLATONIC:

INNER TRIO - { 1 / 2 } - evelyn hino, OPEN - the only two people that reuben actively seeks out spending time around. he'd met them after his decision to choose vice, and would do anything for them, even if you won't catch him using the word "friend" aloud. remaining trio member: male/nb. vice. any age.

ROOMMATE - { 0 / 1 } - OPEN - unless from his inner trio he probably barely speaks to them. dante's descent.

ACQUAINTANCES - { 2 / ? } -

esmeralda accetta - he worked overtime at squeaker's a time or two

merle vos - his boss, doesn't particularly like her but is lowkey intimidated by her

GRUMPY + SUNSHINE - { 1 / 1 } - lizzie velnas - he's actually not even aware of liking this person, and would wax poetic about how bothersome they are, but there is something... intriguing about being around the sun. mostly bothersome. any age or gender.

ANTAGONISTIC:

CHILDHOOD FRIEND GROUP - { 1 / 4? } - lenianna levni, RESERVED, OPEN, mandy thatcher (reuben's late girlfriend) - these were the people that mattered more to reuben than perhaps his own blood. they'd all made a promise at the academy since childhood to choose virtue and share their lives together. after mandy died, they were all griefing that surprise accident, but even worse was the surprise of reuben choosing vice the day of graduation with no notice and ghosting all of them since. final member: male/nb. age: around 33. virtue.

DISLIKED - { 1 / ? } - kayla kaye - this could be the entire city at this rate because he is not exactly friendly or interested in getting close to others, generally rude when he finds anyone is growing on him.

ROMANTIC:

"OCCASIONAL ENCOUNTER" - { 0 / 1 } - reuben doesn't have friends but he does respect this woman and they both shared a frank conversation regarding not being interested in romantic relationships in general once, which led to... he's far too old-fashioned to use the term hookup or "friends with benefits", but that is essentially the agreement. can have gone on anywhere from 1 month to 5 years. female, roughly 25-40

ENCOUNTERS GONE WRONG - { 0 / 1 } - once within the last decade, reuben had a different person to fit the above connection. it could have gone on for weeks to years, but she eventually caught feelings for him and confessed it. he'd genuinely seemed like he might reciprocate those feelings, but all she'd gotten instead was a harsh outburst, reuben explaining he'd never want her in that way and implying he never wanted to speak to her again.

[arcanae]

❝ i stopped talking when i was six years old. i didn't want anything more to do with the outside world. i was happy being quiet. ❞ ─ child psychology, black box recorder

data.

— full name: unity bea thales — alias: uni — age/birthday: 25, september 3rd — mbti: intp, the logician — gender/pronouns: nonbinary, she/they — sexuality: demisexual — languages: english — status: resident — class: virtue — position: queen — occupation: mathematics teacher at hiraeth academy

visuals.

— face claim: katie douglas — height: 4'11" — distinguishing features: pretty small, often gets mistaken as being younger than they actually are. pretty, but with something almost unsettling about them. has a more casual way of dressing, prioritizes comfort.

personality.

— quirks: uni is extremely intelligent. she has an eidetic memory, and always proved to be a handful growing up. in conversation she comes across as quite awkward, as if she doesn’t know quite how to act or how to behave. she can be rather blunt and comes across as almost cold, though she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. — positive: curious, analytical, honest — negative: dissatisfied, insensitive, impatient

biography.

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. As a result of Unity's father's status change, though, their family was never the same. Her grandparents did the best that they could to minimize the damage done to their reputation but there were, of course, people who still judged them, especially Unity. 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. Unity flourished in school, though, picking up everything and anything and soaking it in like a sponge. Their intellect earned them respect for that, at the very least, and eventually earned them a job as a Mathematics teacher. They’re a very smart cookie with a genius level IQ, mostly just looking for people to belong with.

[lizzievelnias]

Lizzie at a Glance

“I’m okay with my crazy”

NAME: Elizabeth Corie Velnias ALIASES: Lizzie - call her Elizabeth and she’ll set you on fire.  Only her mother called her that and she hates the name with a passion  AGE: 27 [Born October 9th]

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her SEXUALITY: Demi

ARRIVED: February 2025

CLASS/HIERARCHY: Tyro OCCUPATION: Undetermined HOUSING: Carroll House, room 1 w/ Winnie and Philippa

GOOD: Adventurous, Cheerful, Earnest

BAD: Tactless, Crazy, Destructive QUIRKS: Emotionally stunted; Lizzie tends to act far younger than she really is.  She loves dying her hair different colors; Winnie jokes its to help them stay in hiding but really she just likes all the colors. Green is her current color.  Her entire vibe is pastel goth.  While on the run she found a black rabbit plushie and has held on to it ever since; it is her most treasured possession. Crippling claustrophobia thanks to her mother.  She’s actually a very good skateboarder.

BIOGRAPHY

Lizzie was always different from the other kids.  Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers.  The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another.  Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon.  This was a god-fearing town after all.

Sometimes the rumors get it right.  Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their satanic group than their own daughter.  And so, Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room.  She always had to be quiet.  Do as Mother wanted.  If not, she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that.  It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.

At nine years old things started to change.  Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls. It kept her up late at night, unable to sleep with all the noise. On one such sleepless night, she was surprised when everything went quiet. Removing the blanket from over her head, she looked around her room and was surprised to see a small black rabbit sitting on her desk chair. Even more surprising, he began to talk to her!

Crawling out of bed, Lizzie sat on the floor as she looked up in veneration at the rabbit. They talked all through the night and for the first time since she could remember, the little girl didn’t feel alone. She now had a best friend named Petr.

~~~

Every night for two weeks, Petr would appear in her room, and they would talk and play.  Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in.  Petr made Lizzie felt heard.  Felt loved.

They would talk about anything and everything.  About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her.  Petr had an idea.  She should make them pay.  Teach them a lesson for being so mean.  That was a great idea!  Lizzie was willing to do anything Petr told her.  She loved him with all her heart.

Gathering up all she could in her backpack, Lizzie said goodbye to her room one last time. Following Petr’s instructions, she set the living room curtains on fire and ran off into the night.

~~~

The newspapers said it was a great disaster.  Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread.  The town didn’t stand a chance.  It was too small to have their own fire station.  No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone.

She was immediately placed in a group home in the outskirts of Toronto. It was okay. The people there weren’t great, but they were still better than her parents. The other kids kept away from Lizzie, but as long as she had Petr she didn’t mind too much. Still, the next several years were lonely.

It was only when Lizzie was 13 did she finally make another friend. Winnie was new, the other kids didn’t like her either, and she didn’t think it was weird that Lizzie talked to Petr. With the other girl being a year older, she took on kind of an older sister role for Lizzie. With their strengths combined, the two decided they would rather try their chances outside the group home. Just them against the world.

For the last 14 years Lizzie, Winnie, and Petr have traveled across Canada and the US, surviving off of lying and stealing. Usually Winnie was the brains and Lizzie was the daredevil, not afraid of anything so long as she had her two best friends. Her family. There were times when things got dangerous, and Lizzie was often the first to spring into action, embracing the “kill or be killed” mentality Petr whispered to her. Sometimes she yearned to do more, to hunt instead of simple self defense for her and Winnie, but with her sister by her side Lizzie ignored those urges.

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. It made her curious, excited. Even Petr felt like it was a new game for them to play.

[estherwestfall]

Esther at a Glance

“Sometimes God breaks your heart to save your soul”

NAME: Esther Constance Westfall

AGE: 26 [Born July 8th]

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Non-binary; they/them (but isn’t bothered if someone uses she/her)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual, but hates most people

ARRIVED: February 2025

CLASS/HIERARCHY: Tyro

OCCUPATION:  Undetermined

HOUSING: Carroll House, room 3 w/ Samira

GOOD: Witty, Forthright, Practical

BAD: Melancholic, Reactive, Stubborn

QUIRKS: Is extremely quiet and reserved, unless you piss them off. Tries to avoid all small talk if they can. Dresses like they rolled out of bed and grabbed whatever was on the floor, which is probably what happened.

BIOGRAPHY

Esther never considered themself lonely growing up. Through their family’s religious expectations they were a caregiver, a homemaker, and their life centered around caring for their little brother Gabriel. They didn’t need friends, or anyone else in that Godless town, so long as they had their baby brother. Their parents were harsh, but fair…though maybe sometimes too harsh. It was the two of them against the world.

As teens, Esther tried to keep their brother away from those Heathens. Knew he was better than all of them, that they only wanted to hurt him. They tried to warn him to not go to that party, and they wish they had pushed harder, forced him to stay. Esther's parents blamed them for their brother's death, and deep down Esther agreed. It should have been them, not their baby brother, in that coffin.

Their parents' scrutiny became worse after the funeral. 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.

[santiagoayala]

Santiago at a Glance

“Music is medicine”

NAME: Santiago Luis Ayala

ALIASES: Artist name: Arlo. Santi by family and whoever he’s dating

AGE: 35 [Born October 24th]

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

SEXUALITY: Heteroflexible, demi-homosexual, but will swear he's straight

ARRIVED: February 2023

CLASS/HIERARCHY: Vice Diamond

OCCUPATION: Mexican EDM artist mostly @ The Church, though he's been known to pop up in other venues from time to time

HOUSING: Virgil's Hymn, unit 1 w/ Carmen and Donovan

GOOD: Passionate, Reliable, Sentimental

BAD: Envious, Hedonistic, Impulsive

QUIRKS:  A massive mama’s boy and proud of it. Has a few covered up tattoos from his cholo days. Also has his ex's name tattooed on him and probably should have gotten it covered up by now, but alas. Is a major dumbass and will be the first to admit it; doesn’t stop him from talking out of his ass. Sometimes struggles to say words in English, or will say something in Spanish and think he said it in English. Struggles to stay still for long periods of time.

BIOGRAPHY

To say his family was poor was an understatement. They lived in a small two-bedroom house containing Santiago, his widowed mother, and three sisters. At a young age he took on the responsibility as the man of the house, especially with Mamá always working tirelessly to support their family. At 12 he joined the Logan Heights Clicka, both as a way to guarantee protection for the women in his life but also as a way to make money as a scrawny nothing. This got Santiago in a world of trouble growing up, with a juvenile record and a splattering of scars to prove it.

At 17 he had a massive wakeup call when a judge threatened to transfer him up to adult court. It was only through the pleading of his mamá that kept Santiago from going to prison. He vowed to work on his act, parting ways with the gang in a surprisingly clean break. But with his history and reputation in the neighborhood, it was hard for Santiago to find a new way to support his family. He took odd jobs anywhere he could. Even managed to get his GED just to make his mamá proud and hopefully open up a few more options.

It was in his early 20s that a friend showed Santiago the genre of EDM. He was instantly hooked. With a bit of research he found that not only was it fairly easy to get into as an artist, but he was pretty fucking good at it too. He found it as the perfect way to express himself, the outlet he always needed but could never really find. With his talent and determination Santiago was able to begin touring fairly early on in his music endeavor. With this new career he was able to send checks regularly to both his mother and sisters, finally able to provide for them the way he always wanted to.

At 27 he was working a festival in New York when he met a booth babe named Cole and instantly fell in love. It didn’t take long for Santiago to move his entire life to the northeast just to be with the beautiful spitfire. Cole quickly became his everything. It was the first time Santiago had every felt so strongly for someone. She was his muse, his heart, his life. Not surprisingly, this made their relationship very tumultuous. After five years in a rollercoaster of emotions and trust issues, exacerbated by an intense party lifestyle, she had had enough. Cole made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with Santiago, that he only made her miserable.

Heartbroken and devastated, he moved back home and became a shell of himself for a year, barely leaving his mamá’s couch, much to her dismay.  It was almost by chance when Jonah, Santiago’s childhood best friend, came by for a visit 2 years ago.  Seeing how shattered his friend was, Jonah suggested he come with him to the City they once visited as kids.

Before Santiago's dad passed in a workplace accident, he and Jonah were practically hermano. Completely inseparable as kids. Santiago pulled Jonah out of his shell, and Jonah kept Santiago more grounded. Once he joined the clicka, however, the two friends slowly grew apart, each getting caught up in his own life.

Feeling like he had nothing better to do, Santiago agreed to leave with Jonah.  He told his family where he was going and how to find him, so that they wouldn’t have to worry.  Coming to Hiraeth was the change he needed.  Santiago felt the muse come back to him and decided to pick back up performing.  His popularity caught on quick, just like it did in his home world, and before long he was assigned a personal bodyguard, Don.

At some point they agreed to move in together, making things easier for the both of them.  They became fast friends, finding their personalities meshed well.  Santiago was reclaiming his former self, the hurt he held for that long year finally healing.

Santiago often visits home still.  He can’t provide for his family like he used to, the credits of Hiraeth not transferrable to an outside currency, so every time he’s home he begs his family, especially his mamá to come be with him.  That he can provide everything they will ever need, just as he’s supposed to.

[ciarawinters]

Ciara at a Glance

“Be a badass with a good ass"

NAME: Ciara Aliyah Winters

ALIASES: CiCi to the rare few

AGE: 29 [Born February 1st]

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her

SEXUALITY: Lesbian; men that hit on her may get throat punched

CLASS/HIERARCHY: Vice Heart

OCCUPATION: Inventor + Head of Tech @ Riot Theatre. Also self-titled Dumb Fuck Wrangler

HOUSING: Virgil's Hymn, unit 2 w/ June & Willa

GOOD: Energetic, Fun-Loving, Genuine

BAD: Blunt, Critical, Domineering

QUIRKS: Loud, bossy, and not a single fuck given. Ciara is rather unapologetic about the way she is - it gets results and she knows what the fuck she’s talking about. Youngest sibling energy and she’s fully aware of it. If you ask her about her inventions she will show her truest colors and go into full nerd mode. Aside from tech she kept her pulse on pop culture and trends to help keep both Art and the theatre relevant.

BIOGRAPHY

Growing up Virtue would seem like the dream, but Ciara knew people looked at the Winters weird for the family head falling from grace and being Rejected due to running a tonic ring.  What’s more, as she got older her mom told her she was the product of an affair, a man her mom truly loved but couldn’t be with.  It felt like she was the last to know, everyone else in on the secret.

The youngest of five siblings, Ciara has always been about finding her own path, not really caring what anyone else expects or wants of her.  Because of this, she followed her dream of becoming an inventor, always fascinated by the various tech throughout their city and the ways it can be changed and incorporated into daily life.  But god she was not going to be a stuffy Virtue Queen.  She wanted to make things that were fun and exciting.  That sparked the imagination instead of stifling it. She does miss her mom, though, being the sibling always closest with her.

At 12 Ciara met Art as he was visiting the city, and the two quickly bonded.  Given he was well into adulthood the stranger-danger warning bells should have gone off, but he was always with his younger sister and Ciara liked to think she was good at reading people. Given the awkward history in her family, Ciara wasn’t super close with her older siblings aside from Charlie.  Yet something about Art and Violet felt like home.  Art especially was the brother, the father figure she didn’t know she craved.

When he came back permanently and wanted to open up a theatre, Ciara made it her mission to work on new tech and inventions to boost the experience and make Riot the best damn entertainment venue in all of Hiraeth. Meeting the cute popstar Aiko on the job was truly the cherry on top.

When she’s not at home working away at circuitry and mechanisms, she’s at the Theatre, making sure all the specialized tech is running smoothly.

[ofescapisms]

NAME: Cecilia Wellworth

AGE: 31

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

STATUS: Visitor

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Jack

OCCUPATION: Owner of Four Aces Casino

HOUSING: Beatrice’s Pergatory

FACE CLAIM: Elizabeth Gillies

GOOD: graceful, compassionate, meticulous

BAD: secretive, defiant, boastful

Bio: (abuse tw, depression tw, death tw, violence tw)

Cecilia had a strict but wealthy upbringing, her parents obsessed with their noble status and future. Cecilia ruined that in their eyes when she became pregnant at 16, the shame of a teenage pregnancy out of wedlock was too much for them to take. They locked her away for nine months so no one would know, telling everyone she was away studying abroad, and took her baby away from her before she could even hold it, giving it away in secret so that Cecilia would never find her child. They even bribed her boyfriend to leave town and never come back or contact their daughter again, and then they gloated to Cecilia’s face about how little convincing it took for him to agree. She became a shell of herself after that, numb during the day and crying through the nights, wanting her baby back so badly. Eventually, she lost her will to fight her parents and gave in when her parents arranged a marriage for her. Her new husband was a horrible and violent man, who only wanted her family money. When she was 25 he was fed up with not yet having an heir from her, and at a family dinner he killed Cecilia’s parents and turned on her. She had used the time he took on her parents to act, grabbing the gun he wielded and trying to get it out of his grasp. He died in the struggle, shot by his own weapon, and she sat there surrounded by her dead family who had done nothing but hate her all her life. She was scared of what would become of her, her family had gotten away with so much due to their close ties to others in power, including law enforcement. To escape the hell her life had become, she ran and found her way to Hiraeth and never told anyone about her past. She was afraid people would use her fears and trauma against her, instead she took what she knew and what she’d survived to protect herself. She knew what to look for in people she should be cautious of, and how to work a room of rich and influential people. After all, she’d been the wife of a man like that for years, she knew how to play the room even when her heart and mind were crushed. She used her knowledge to run the Four Aces Casino, a fitting business for someone like her, who prides herself on her poker face and ability to hide her emotions. She build her own life for herself, not answering to anyone, but she still struggles with trusting anyone with her past.

[strawberette]

ERIC SERLING (WILDE) .

"if you're drunk on life, babe, i think it's great, but while in this world, i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me." ─ too sweet, hozier

IDENTIFICATION .

full name : eric hawkins serling (wilde) .

nickname : sir .

gender : cis man .

pronouns : he / him .

sexuality : homosexual .

age : forty five .

date of birth : october 11th .

status : visitor .

class : vice .

hierarchy : king .

occupation : owner of the church .

FAMILY .

adopted father : george wilde ( deceased ) .

mother : robin serling .

siblings : adopted siblings ( younger ) .

children : daughter ( early 20s ) .

significant others : none .

REFLECTION .

face claim : matt bomer .

height : 6 ' 0 "

hair color : dark brown .

eye color : blue .

PSYCHOLOGICAL .

zodiac  sign : libra .

meyer - briggs : entj : the commander .

positive  traits :  charismatic , protective , persuasive

negative  traits : selfish , avoidant , stubborn .

character  parallels :  hawkins fuller ( fellow travelers ) , bruce wayne ( batman ) , the beast ( disney ) , thomas shelby ( peaky blinders ) , JD ( heathers ) , brutus ( shakespearean ) .

TLDR .

Born to a teenage mother, Eric learned early that survival meant sacrifice. His mother married for security, enduring abuse for the sake of stability. Growing up, Eric hid his attraction to men until a stolen kiss with his best friend changed everything. When his stepfather caught them, it was brutal. Traumatizing. Eric never got caught again. Bloodied and reeling, he stumbled into Hiraeth, colliding with a man who laughed instead of lashing out. George Wilde—a Vice King—introduced Eric to the town, then claimed him as his own. Adoption gave Eric education, security, and purpose, but also an understanding: survival had a cost.

He climbed the ranks, proving himself invaluable to the Church, though he was never meant to inherit it. When George arranged his marriage to a Queen, Eric obliged. They had children. It should have been perfect. But it wasn’t. Men remained his secret indulgence, even after he tried to stop.

George’s death changed everything. His will named Eric his "son," his successor. One of George’s true-born child lashed out, and Eric's own child paid the price instead of him. His marriage crumbled. He drowned in tonics and his past indulgence.

Now, Eric clings to what remains—his daughter, his ex-wife, his responsibilities. Love costs too much. He won’t risk losing again .

FULL STORY .

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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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, 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 .

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

1 . childhood friends : Eric has been in town since he was 13, so he's bound to have some childhood friends from around that time. Whether they're friends now is up to you, but he's a decent friend to have around now .

2 . hookups / fwbs : He's a mess when it comes to sex and relationships. All that time he spent just kinda pushing it all down that now he's gonna take everything that he can get. I wouldn't expect anything deeper .

3 . daughter & found family : He has a daughter that is still available but I think Eric would also cling to anyone that reminds him of his son. He'd be highly protective of them, and the perks of having a King Dad are kinda nice .

[untxldvices]

// Wouldn't it be nice // To play the game without a crooked die // In a world where you don't have to hide? // You don't have to live in a disguise //

NAME: Maximus "Maxie" Valentine

AGE: 45

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis male // he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual probably

STATUS: Resident

CLASS: Vice

HIERARCHY: Jack

ADDITIONAL: -

OCCUPATION: Owner of Sin and Tonic

HOUSING: Beatrix's Purgatory

FACE CLAIM: Boyd Holbrook

GOOD: Ambitious // Charming // Resourceful

BAD: Impulsive // Envious // Insecure

BACKGROUND:  Maxie Valentine was born to Hearts from Vice, Hearts that loved him incredibly and could not be more proud of him if they tried. While something of a loner whilst at the academy, those that did know him spoke fondly of his kindness, his willingness to learn and his drive to succeed. Achieving decent grades allowed him to graduate with the upward trajectory of becoming a Jack a few short years later, taking over Sin and Tonic, and turning it into the successful club it is known as today. If there was one thing Maxie was known for, aside from his knowledge of Hiraeth and his savvy business skills, it was his signature mask, worn whenever on the club floor, faceless and black with a neon heart around where the left eye would be. Not only did it fit his aesthetic, but served as a safety precaution. Violence towards Jacks was always a possibility, and measures were put in place to keep himself and his identity safe, but some measures don't always work out. A short walk to his home was ended abruptly by a single confrontation, a man from the real world, unhappy with his own life and position in Hiraeth wanting advice, or money, or both, or something more. Maxie was happy to help, but didn't get much further into conversation that that. Things took a quick turn, a scuffle ensued and then everything went dark. When he is asked about that night, Maxie will tell you that the details are fuzzy, that he is lucky to be alive, that things could have been much worse for him. He won't talk about it anymore. Instead, he lives very much in the present. He still wears his mask, but not as often in the ten years since the attack. He is more actively involved with the patrons and the staff, enjoying everything Hiraeth has to offer rather than keeping himself contained to his club.

[ofenigmas]

ANGELIE KAYE : thirty // visitor // virtue: pawn // server at frenchie's // joan of arc's refuge // label: the sanguine herald // elizabeth lail

BASICS

NAME: angelie kalliope kaye

BIRTHDAY + AGE: september 28 // 30

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: demisexual panromantic

CLASS + HIERARCHY: virtue // pawn

OCCUPATION: server at frenchie's

HOUSING: joan of arc's refuge (unit 2a)

BIRTHPLACE: dahlonega, georgia (visitor)

FAMILY: andrew cantrell (biological father - deceased), demi cantrell née wheatley (biological mother - deceased), rosalie cantrell (twin sister - deceased), simone kaye (adopted mother - alive, queen), anneliese vogel-kaye (adopted mother - deceased, arbiter), kayla kaye (adopted sister - alive, gambit), TBA kaye (adopted sibling - alive)

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: elizabeth lail

EYE COLOR: blue

HAIR: light blonde.

HEIGHT: 5′8″

TATTOOS: n/a.

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: a scar from her right shoulder to a few inches below her collarbone.

PERSONALITY

GOOD: sanguine, eager, affectionate

BAD: indecisive, overbearing, polarized

ZODIAC: libra sun, virgo moon, libra rising

MBTI: esfj, the caregiver.

ENNEAGRAM: 2w1, the companion. self preservation/social subtype

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ARCHETYPE: the idealist/the caregiver

ELEMENT: earth

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: starfire (teen titans), snow white, kara danvers (supergirl), meg march (little women), princess anna (frozen), katie gardner (percy jackson), megan morse (young justice)

AESTHETIC: sunlight peeking through the trees in a hidden meadow, freshly tied dandelion flower crowns, handwritten letters to cherished friends, hair dusted with flour from baking, chamomile tea, white silk, waking up to freshly baked cinnamon rolls, oversized sweaters, holding hands with all your friends, an overgrown herb garden on the kitchen windowsill, pinky promises

BIOGRAPHY

before hiraeth, angelie had no idea her life would be anything but normal. the eldest of two girls, she was born in small-town dahlonega, georgia ( population: 6,437 ) to a baker and a florist. her tiny house barely fit the four of them, and everything she owned eventually went to hand-me-downs for her little sister. even as a small child, she never envisioned wanting anything else. unfortunately, fate had other plans in store. on her sixth birthday, her parent packed up the family to take them on a summer vacation to the lake. the memories are blurry, and now all she can remember is something in the middle of the road, her mother swerving, and their vehicle submerging. she doesn’t remember being shoved out of the car, or how she’d made it to shore or right next to an entrance to hiraeth. she only remembers waking in an unfamiliar place, a kind doctor assuring her that she was safe, explaining as softly as one can to a six-year-old that she was the only one. the same physician (doctor kaye) ended up adopting angelie, enrolling her into the academy and raising her with her wife and two other children (one biological, one also adopted). after graduation, angelie chose virtue, feeling as though she owed the faction and the kayes her life. despite being a ‘visitor’ on all of her records, angelie knows very little outside of hiraeth. she’s never once returned, and is secretly terrified at the very idea. angelie now has made little life for herself here, working at the vintage-style diner, falling a little bit in love with everyone she meets, and spending far too much time attempting to be a little too involved in her family and friends’ lives. what, a girl can’t do a little matchmaking? she’d never dare set anyone up with those dangerous and dastardly vices!

top 5 theme songs:

flowers - james spaite oh but honey, you deserve the whole damn sun, and every golden moment it reflects... darling, you were made for the garden, don't settle just yet.

new year's day - taylor swift you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, i can tell that it's gonna be a long road, i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home, don't read the last page, but i stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes, i want your midnights, but i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day

like real people do - hozier why were you digging? what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? i will not ask you where you came from. i will not ask you, neither should you.

pancakes for dinner - lizzy mcalpine i think that i should probably tell you this, in case there is an accident, and i never see you again, so please save all your questions for the end. and maybe i'll be brave enough by then,

heart of the woods - kacey musgraves - under the ground, there's a neighborhood that can't be seen communicating through the roots of the trees, and up in the trees, there are voices that are echoing a million different languages, songs we sing, it's in our nature to look out for each other in the heart of the woods. when there's danger, we'll take care of each other in the heart of the woods

Her Pinterest board is here.

Her Spotify playlist is here.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILIAL:

ADOPTED SIBLINGS - { 1 / 2 } - kayla kaye, OPEN - the remaining sibling was also adopted into the kaye family as an orphan - any gender, 30 or younger.

MOTHER - { 0 / 1 } - listen if u want to play an angela basset doctor with a penchant for adopting orphans who lost her wife 12 years ago u can talk to us

PLATONIC:

ROOMMATES - { 1 / 2 } - wesley reeves, OPEN - unit 2a

friends with "benefits" - { 0 / 1 } - angelie does use air quotes when she says her friend with benefits is staying the night, but her tone doesn't really properly convey that the benefits is someone she can platonically cuddle with at least once a week.

BEST FRIENDS  - { 1 / 5 } - kayla kaye, OPEN x4 - angelie considers all of these people part of her family. doesn’t have to be entirely mutual, maybe they’re like “oh haha she’s my friend but she overdoes friendships a little (’:” - very worried abt them often and over-protective bc afraid of losing anyone else. they absolutely probably are not all mutually besties with each other despite her trying to make them hahaha.

inspo: (x) (x) (x)

GRUMPY + SUNSHINE - { 1 / 2 } - james goldstein - very yin/yang, someone who normally wouldn’t like someone like angelie (whether her sunshine personality or bc she never stops talking) but she’s wormed her way into their grumpy heart even if they pretend to barely tolerate her.

inspo: (x) (x)

BAD INFLUENCE - { 0 / 1 } - despite being very very lawful good, angelie is still somewhat naive and eager to please others, so for some reason is occasionally willing to bend her rules around this person, whether or not they have her best interests at heart.

GOOD INFLUENCEES/FRENEMIES - { 0 / 3 } - people angelie clashes with who she still thinks she can change.

FRIENDS - { 2 / ? } - oakley cassidy, edgar wayne - angelie is willing to be friendly with almost anyone! must be able to put up with her constantly inviting them to things or showering them in words of affirmation.

ACQUAINTANCES - { 0 / ? } - - maybe they frequent the diner or she helped welcome them to hiraeth.

CO-WORKERS - { 2 / ?} - lenianna levni, wesley reeves - other people who work at frenchie's

'ADOPTED' - { 0 / 1 } - angelie desperately wants to be as good as her mothers, and has "adopted" someone else newer to hiraeth/orphaned that's younger than her. she tries to make sure they have everything they need for success. age: under 30.

ANTAGONISTIC:

FORMER FRIENDLIES - { 0 / ? } - ex. people who used to like her at the academy but they picked vice instead. people who think she's too lawful.

FRENEMY - { 0 / 1 } - - maybe someone who she likes but doesn't trust because they were in vice before virtue, someone she doesn't like but does have shared hobbies with they participate in, etc.

ENEMIES - { 0 / ? } - angelie is quite friendly and optimistic, yes, but she also is easily hurt and will burn bridges or judge others for minor things such as insulting vice, mocking the arts, mocking the welcomers or visitors, having a single bad conversation or fling gone wrong with her sister/best friends, etc. she is not likely to stop holding a grudge any time soon. 

ROMANTIC:

*   ✨  i do not plot out ships so none of these are meant to lead to an actual “romantic” ship unless it does on accident from chemistry! ✨

UNREQUITED - { 0 / 2 } - - after most of her life without being able to make decisions, angelie is... a bit indecisive, and also not particularly skilled in the modern dating scene. these two are people that maybe just did something nice for her once and now she blushes whenever they’re near, maybe makes an extra baked good for them. maybe they’re unaware or they’re aware and it just isn’t mutual?

inspo: (x)

UNREQUITEE - { 0 / 1 } - maybe they’ve had feelings for her, but she is a bit dense about romance and is big on physical touch as a love language, so... probably absolutely does not notice their intent in any way even if they held hands daily 

inspo: (x) 

ONE NIGHT STAND - { 0/ 1 } - - within the last decade, after another friend talking about a new hookup/fling, she decided to try sleeping with a stranger/new acquaintance to see what the fuss was about. hookups were absolutely not her scene, she realized, but felt so terrible for “using them” despite it being a completely mutual one night stand, that she made them a gift basket to apologize and still turns bright red whenever they’re around. 

EX-PARTNER - { 0 / 3 } - people angelie has dated over the years. 1 of them ended on amicable terms (maybe they just decided they wanted other things), one of them was a messy breakup she's still hurt over (they chose vice the other world instead of her/they cheated/etc), one of them was messy but neutral reasons/her fault (maybe she wanted to be more serious than they did/maybe they didn't like her lack of physical boundaries with her friends)

OTHER - feel free to hit me up with any other ideas you have as well ! please feel free to mix or match any of these from any category !

[arcanae]

❝ oh, i think you're standing on my left foot. it's hurting, but that's okay 'cause i'm in your way. you'll break that foot that you're standing on, i'll walk with the other one. ❞ ─ step on me, the cardigans

data.

— full name: lenianna levni — alias: leni — age/birthday: 29, august 14th — mbti: isfj, the defender — gender/pronouns: cis woman, she/her — sexuality: demisexual — languages: english — status: resident — class: virtue — position: pawn — occupation: server at frenchie's

visuals.

— face claim: aslihan malbora — height: 5'6" — distinguishing features: has very dark and large, doe-like eyes. pretty much almost always looked stressed in some way shape or form. loves wearing soft pastels or white.

personality.

— quirks: quiet, though she tries her best to force herself to speak up and looks embarrassed about it shortly after. is pretty awkward but well-meaning. — positive: supportive, reliable, observant — negative: overly humble, takes things too personally, too altruistic

biography. (tw death)

Lenianna grew up as the daughter of two hardworking Vice citizens. Her mother was a pillar of the community, a well known figure that people felt that they could turn to whenever they needed help. Leni idolized her. Her father worked as a doctor for years until his mental state began to deteriorate and he began to forget things, forcing him to retire. Her mother ended up passing away when she was young and after years of caring for her father, he passed as well—those who knew him remarked that he likely died of heartbreak and wanted to be with his wife. It broke Lenianna. She was truly never the same. She'd always been a quiet girl but losing her parents turned her into a shell of who she was before. Her anxiety got worse and the pressure she put on herself didn't make it any easier. She’s desperate to chase the ghost of her mother and become more like her, though in reality she’s not like her mother at all. She’s very quiet and shy and reserved.

[darkenedroad]

MUSE INFO

NAME: Malachi Engel

AGE: 44

GENDER & PRONOUNS: non binary, He/they

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual

STATUS: Resident

CLASS:  Virtue

HIERARCHY: Knight

ADDITIONAL: former 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.

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[ofepiphxny]

━ ✧ 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑹 // 𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬

“who knows, if I never showed up, what could've been. there goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

name: laurel “laurie” esme sinclair face claim: chloe rose robertson pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman age: twenty-four birthdate: august 12th zodiac sign: leo orientation: pansexual, panromantic status: resident class: vice hierarchy: diamond housing: virgil’s hymn (unit 5) occupation: model/influencer family: torrance sinclair (father), evelyn sinclair (mother), kol sinclair (brother), jaren sinclair (brother) moral alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: ENTP enneagram: 8w7 vice & virtue: wrath/pride & diligence element: fire hogwarts house: slytherin traits: charismatic, spontaneous, resourceful, materialistic, selfish, irritable character inspo(s): rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), morrigan (acotar), harley quinn (dc), blair waldorf (gossip girl), rosalie hale (twilight), ino yamanaka (naruto)

song inspirations

dumb blonde by avril lavigne & nicki minaj

chewing gum by nina nesbitt

the last great american dynasty by taylor swift

13 beaches by lana del rey

born to the night by ava max

what is this feeling? by ariana grande & cynthia erivo

history

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.

[ryueunji]

Eun-Ji at a Glance

“Think like a proton. Always positive."

NAME: Ryu Eun-Ji

ALIASES: Dr. Ryu to most. E-Ji to a rare few.

AGE: 49 [Born March 1st]

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

SEXUALITY: Straight

CLASS/HIERARCHY: Virtue Queen

OCCUPATION: Head of Neuroscience @ The Meridian Institute

HOUSING: St. Mary's Palace, condo 8

GOOD: Incisive, Playful, Relaxed

BAD: Disorganized, Passive, Quirky

QUIRKS: A bit awkward; his brain goes faster than the rest of him can keep up with at times. Loves to give bad dad jokes to make everyone groan, especially at work. Wears pink and cutesy things with pride; a connection he still holds to his lost daughter.

BIOGRAPHY

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 daughter, only seven years old, 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.