#jersey + the name GOTHam?!?? off the charts

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i just know that the goth scene in gotham would be insane

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𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙄𝘾𝙎 ,

full name.     selina kyle pronunciation.     suh-lee-nah kai-uhl nickname.     sel,  cat,  catwoman,  irena dubrovna,  selina calabrese,  +  various other aliases. height.     5′7″ age.     typically around the latter half of her 20s to mid-30s,   or teens in her gotham verse,   but i’m willing to play her at various ages. zodiac.     i haven’t totally worked out her chart,   but she’s 100% a   scorpio sun.    probably a leo moon  &  sagittarius sun or vice verse,   but i’m definitely not set on those yet. spoken languages.     english,   primarily,   and a decent amount of italian & some spanish.   also a sprinkle of russian,  japanese,  etc.  just from the rich criminals coming through gotham. 

𝙋𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ,

hair color.     black. eye color.     green,   leaning towards a   jade. skin tone.     fairly light & a faint smattering of freckles on her nose.    leans toward a   light medium   when she sees sunlight,   but that’s an immense rarity considering in the day time she’s typically asleep,   lounging with her cats,   or dealing with other various business indoors.    still,   selina doesn’t need a lot of sun to tan,   and she seldom burns. body type.     incredibly fit from   years   of practice in martial arts,  gymnastics,  freerunning,  &  general melee fighting.    selina doesn’t carry a lot of obvious muscle,   but she’s incredibly toned in her upper arms,  legs,  and core.    that said,   she’s also quite curvy.    rly fills out the catsuit xo accent.     typical american accent.   she tends to speak pretty casually.    it also gets pretty low & sultry when she’s teasing & flirting.   when it comes to jobs where she has to play a   part,   though,   she can easily put on different accents or talk more   ‘ proper ’ dominant hand.     she’s ambidextrous,   but she does favour her right hand a little more posture.     fairly straight,   with her shoulders pulled back.    there’s no room for bad posture with the kinda shit she does,   so it’s just sorta second nature by now.    when she’s relaxed,  however,   she tends to lean against things a lot,   or stands with her hip jutted to the side. scars.     surprisingly,   she doesn’t have any significant scars with stories behind them.    the only ones lingering from childhood are just from particularly rough scrapes   (  the kind that takes off skin  ).    but she typically has various bruises from fights,   and a fuck ton of random ass scratches bc u know....    she’s a crazy cat lady.   :/ tattoos.     none.    she’s thought about it quite a few times,   of course,   but getting something that distinguishable when she tries to keep under the radar isn’t exactly the wisest decision. most noticeable feature.     her ass and her eyes.

𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙃𝙊𝙊𝘿 ,

place of birth.     havana,  cuba hometown.     gotham,  new jersey birth weight.     about 6-7 lbs. birth height.     about 18 1/2 in.    on the lower end of average,   but nothing abnormal. manner of birth.     a private hospital her mother’s family had connections at.   her mother had better care than the average pregnant mother giving birth in a normal hospital,   despite how downhill things went down in selina’s earlier years first words.     it’s cliché but uh....    it was 100%   ‘ cat ’.    her birth mother had a cat,   and it would hang around her crib a lot,   so...    y’know. siblings.     magdalena kyle   (  sister from her adoptive family  ),   aiden mason   (  estranged brother  ) parents.     rex calabrese   (  father  ),    anita cortes   (  mother,  deceased  ),   +  i’m not bothering with her adoptive parents’ names rn but their last name was kyle,   obvs parental involvement.     honestly ?    very little.    she spent a short few years living with her mother in cuba,   before rex tried to bring them over to gotham.    her mother was killed by one of his enemies,   and baby selina barely made it out.    she spent roughly ages 2-8 with rex,   after which he decided it was too dangerous to keep her around,   and she was put into the foster system.    the kyles adopted her,   but mr. kyle was a raging alcoholic,   and mrs. kyle eventually left the family completely.   selina didn’t get on with either of them growing up,   and wound up running away from home after a few years anyway.

𝘼𝘿𝙐𝙇𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 ,

occupation.     cat burglar  &  occasional vigilante current residence.     gotham,  new jersey close friends.     holly robinson,  alice tesla,  lola macyntire,  killer croc,  bruce wayne  (  sometimes  ) relationship status.     single,   though she’s got a long-running fling with batman,   and various flings  &  hook-ups with others.   engaged or married in other verse,   though. financial status.     heavily verse dependent.   in her younger years,   she’s literally on the streets,   stealing to eat.    she spends the earlier years of her life as a cat burglar not   too   much better,   especially when her apartments end up compromised half the time.    later on,   however,   she gets enough money stowed away in various bank accounts that she’s pretty well-off.    not exactly a millionaire,   but she can afford the fancy penthouse. driver’s license.     about five or six fake ones,  though she’s never   officially   taken the test.   she knows what she’s doing,  though. criminal record.     an extravagant list of burglaries,   with a sprinkling of unintentional manslaughter,   and a teensy dash of murder vices.     liquor,  thievery,  sex,  smoking

𝙎𝙀𝙓 & 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ,

sexual orientation.     bisexual romantic orientation.     biromantic preferred emotional role.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch     (   being anything other than dominant is   incredibly   rare,   however.    she’s really gotta trust someone to let them take control.    bruce is probably the only one i can think of whose gotten that privilege,   and even that is verse dependent.   ) libido.     pretty damn high.    it’s a thrill,  a form of stress relief,  and a way to keep control in   her   court.    she’s not opposed to fucking on a rooftop,   in the middle of a job,   or after she’s just escaped a barrage of bullets.    in fact,   that’s when she enjoys it best. turn on’s.     guys with scruff,   delicious abs,   girls with pretty hair,   nice asses,   successful burglaries,   a good challenge in a fight,  getting anything expensive  turn off’s.     people talking about their feelings,   commitment,  anyone too  ‘ vanilla ’ love language.     nuzzling  /  general cuddling,   possessive touches,   sharing food,   little gifts relationship tendencies.     almost exclusively running flings or one-night stands.   a few nights,   if someone gets lucky.    she’s not really into long lasting relationships.    her line of work doesn’t really allow for getting close to people    —    they get hurt that way.    and beyond that,   she’s just not that fond of opening up.    it takes a lot for someone to get her to open up,   but if she gets there,   it’s a lot more likely a relationship will be more than just a fling.

𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙀𝙊𝙐𝙎 ,

character’s theme song.     oh god i’m the worst at theme songs.    but honestly,   probably something from the ost of   ‘ to catch a thief ’   bc...   ya know.... hobbies to pass the time.     watching old hollywood classics,   napping or playing with her five hundred cats,   going for jogs on the rooftops,   drinking,   shopping physical illness.     none left or right brained.     a little more left-brained,   i’d think fears.     getting close to people and finding them dead,   feeling helpless,   living a monotonous life self confidence level.     pretty damn high when it comes to her capabilities.   when it comes to herself as a person ?    not great,  lol. vulnerabilities.     expensive things   (  especially if they sparkle  ),   street kids,   holly robinson,   lola macyntire,   bruce wayne,   katherine kyle   (  verse dependent  ),   helena wayne   (  verse dependent  )

tagged by.     @lxdrlappen  ♡ tagging.     @sparkadream   (  harley  ),    @guiltspelled,    @shieldthrow,    @godslaer

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𝐡 𝐞 𝐚 𝐝 𝐜 𝐚 𝐧 𝐨 𝐧 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆 :   character  study.                   ––––––   birth  chart ,  part  one.

name :   harleen  frances  quinzel. date  &  time :   july  20th ,  1990   at   4:53  pm. place :   gotham  city ,  new  jersey ,  usa.

⊙   .   .   .   sun  in  cancer. 27°  52′  24″      /      eighth  house.

the  sun  determines  your  ego ,  identity ,  and  “ role ”  in  life.  it’s   the  core   of  who  you  are ,  and  is  the  sign  you’re  most  likely  to  already  know.  your  sun  is  in  cancer ,  meaning  you  are  fundamentally   sensitive ,  nurturing ,   and   gentle.   your  emotions  may  seem  like  a   burden   to  you.  you’re  deeply  committed  to  your  relationships  and  being  good  to  the  people  you  care  about.  you  maybe  have  trouble  with   self–discipline.   it’s  in  your  eighth  house ,  meaning  you  feel  the  need  to  distinguish  yourself  from  others  through  darkness ,  taboos ,  rebirth ,  sex ,  and  transformation.

☽   .   .   .   moon  in  cancer. 11°  1′  56″      /      seventh  house.

the  moon  rules  your  emotions ,  moods ,  and  feelings.  this  is  likely  the  sign  you  most  think  of  yourself  as ,  since  it  reflects  your  personality  when  you’re   alone   or   deeply  comfortable.   your  moon  is  in  cancer ,  meaning  your  emotional  self  is  sensitive ,  thoughtful ,  and  empathetic.  you  have  a  tendency  to  feel  like  a   martyr ,   and  secretly  fear   being  abandoned   by  those  you  love.  you  often  have  trouble  letting  things  go  and  feel  like  an  emotional  wreck.  it’s  in  your  seventh  house ,  meaning  you  find  security  and  safety  through  close  relationships  and  long–term  partnerships.

↑   .   .   .   ascendent  in  sagittarius. 9°  0′  22″      /      first  house.

your  ascendant  is  the  “ mask ”  you  present  to  people.  it  can  be  seen  in  your  personal  style  and  how  you  come  off  to  people  when  you   first  meet.   some  say  it  becomes  less  relevant  as  you  get  older.  your  ascendant  is  in  sagittarius ,  meaning  you  come  across  as   independent ,  optimistic ,  and  confident   though  sometimes  overly  blunt  or  critical.  generally  a  charming  conversationalist ,  your  free–spirited  approach  may  come  off  as  restless  or   easily  bored.

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First Meeting

Gotham’s Writing Workshop Week 3

Set in my WW2 Alternate Universe that revolves around An Endless Night.

Claire, a first-year nurse at the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, meets James Fraser, a cadet in his second term, for the first time 

January 1927

 ATR Winchester

 ‘Nurse Beauchamp!’

 The call comes when she’s just sitting down in the VAD’s common room with a much- needed mug of cocoa at what should have been the end of a ten-hour shift.

 ‘Best go, Claire. You don’t want to keep the top brass waiting’, Jenny Paynton, a sweet girl from Jersey who’d come up on the train with Claire on their first day of training, nods to the common room door, where the rumble of agitated voices was just audible.

 Claire grimaces at the thought but has to admit to herself that the knot in her stomach isn’t due to the thought of being reprimanded by the MO, but for the cadets, most of them who were returning from their Christmas leave, driving far too fast on the winding country lanes that led up to the training camp.

 ‘Yes, Sir?’ The brisk walk from the common room, heart hammering, trying not to think of the worst, had taken an eternity.

 ‘There’s a new case just came in. A second-term cadet came off his motorbike early this morning. Went too fast round Hare Park corner and skidded on the ice; the foolish bugger. A passer-by picked him up and brought him in. I need you to go and help.’

 The monologue is swiftly dispassionate and Claire finds that she can do nothing but nod as she is sent on her way, her mouth feeling as if she’s swallowed a wad of sandpaper.

There is no point in asking questions.

 Not now.

 Time passes by in a blur.

 He’s tall and thin, with a shocking mane of auburn curls plastered to his forehead by a sheen of sweat.

 He watches her warily as she approaches the bed, armed with her forceps and a kidney bowl. His eyes are very deep and very blue, slanted cat-like against the lines of muck and grime that coat his face.

 His lips are white, his left hand gripping the side of the bed with a strength that pulses through his knuckles like iron.

 The Sister that greets her is splintering the third and fourth fingers of his right hand, carefully wrapping the broken digits with a guaze that stings of disinfectant.

 Glancing at his chart as she sets down the bowl and forceps, she realises that he’s only twenty-three, a second-term, officer cadet originally from up in the far-north of Scotland, a place that she’s never heard of.

 So young!

 ‘Lallybroch’, the name slips around her tongue as she tries it.

 ‘Aye, Nurse,’ he murmurs, stirring; the words soft in a hiss of pain, his gaze distant, as if he is not looking at her at all, but rather gazing upon that unknown place in the far -off Highlands.

 ‘’Tis… ‘tis a beautiful place…’

 Sensing his distraction, Claire begins to work. The asphalt is sharp and jagged, irregular shapes that slip through the forceps’ jaws until she has a firm grip on the protruding ends.

 ‘I’ll leave you to it Nurse,’ the sister murmurs, setting down the injured hand, her gaze suddenly gimlet like as she eyes the patient, lips pursed.

 ‘And don’t even think about moving that hand. Nurse Beauchamp will tell me if you do. It needs to heal.’

 Claire nods for both of them but doesn’t miss the conspiratorial wink that he gives her as soon as the Sister’s back is turned.

 ‘We’ll have these out in a jiff, cadet. How did it happen?’

 Her hands are trembling slightly as she grips the largest of the asphalt pieces with the forceps. It is large and triangular and she has to pause for a second to compose herself before pulling it clear.

 ‘Dhia!’

 The escaped word ricochets around the space, repeating itself several times against the echoing walls.

 She holds her breath, the forceps trembling around the bloody metal fragment.

 One.

 Two.

 Three.

 No one comes.

 She breathes again, slowly placing the forceps down against the kidney bowl, waiting for the blood roaring through her ears to slow and moves to the head of the bed, one hand resting on the brass knocker.

 There is a small stool and a bowl of lukewarm water and a flannel that is beginning to ooze tendrils of dark, muck stained blood.

 He blinks at her footsteps, eyes dark with pain, the lines of his face still clinging to the soft lines of boyhood.

 She knows that she ought to change the water, but her heart twists at the sight of those agonised eyes and she finds that she can’t leave him.

 Instead, she slowly reaches out to take his good hand, the fingers large and firm under hers, his pulse beating strongly beneath her own, her heart suddenly moved to tenderness for this young man so very far away from home.

 ‘What’s your name, cadet?’

 He pauses, and she squeezes his hand in a gesture that she hopes speaks of reassurance.

 ‘Jamie,’ he swallows thickly before continuing, grimacing as a ripple of pain courses through his maimed hand.

 ‘James, really. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.’

 She cannot help but feel a smile quirk against her lips, but she pitches her voice low, knowing that what she will say next is breaking all of the rules that have been drummed into her about nurses not giving patients their Christian names.

 ‘It’s good to meet you, Jamie. I’m Claire.’

 The smile that he gives her is slow and careful, breaking free across his mouth, igniting a spark in the endless depths of blue that she hadn’t seen earlier.

 If there was a rule that she could break to give him comfort, she is glad that it is that one.

                                                       Fin