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[verademialove]

"Sinners judging sinners for sinning differently."

Sui Ishida, Tokyo Ghoul

[ofintrusions]

Oh, is that SASHA “BLAYZE” KING? I heard the THIRTY EIGHT year old is ALERT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DANGEROUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a HITMAN in the CRIMSONS. tw: mentions death of loved one and a kid [not in detail tho!]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ;

Name: Sasha King

Nicknames/Alias: Blayze

Age: 38

DOB: October 30th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: pansexual

Tattoos: dragon (dont ask me placement i cant decide rn)

Piercings: Ears

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;

Favorite Song: Demons by Doja Cat

Traits: Alert, loyal, fearless, calculating, adaptable, vengeful, dangerous, irritable, violent

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, toeing evil

Deadly Sin: Wrath

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𝐁𝐈𝐎 ;

Born into a family of Crimsons dating back to the Chicago days, the King’s of course followed the gang to New York once the move was made.

Sasha, or Blayze as she goes by, wasn’t a planned pregnancy in the slightest but welcomed into the world nonetheless despite the initial hesitancy from her parents.

Her mother wasn’t too happy with having to take a step back from her duties but she’d dealt with it regardless.

From an early age she was taught the importance of education and knowledge, not just academically of course. She’d been her parent’s little protege, girls her age were playing house and with Barbie’s while she was far more interested in training.

It started off with simple martial arts and fighting tactics, blocking hits, to learning how to defend herself and take hits of all sorts.

Once that had been achieved, which was far easier as she’d been eager to please, she could go onto learning how to break people in turn: torture techniques, how to break people psyches and probe for valuable information.

She wasn’t necessarily the best at making friends when it came to school but that didn’t matter when she knew the type of life she’d be fully immersing herself into once she was 18.

Naturally, she’d continue the path of the crimson life. She started off in the low ranks despite how good they knew she’d be getting her hands dirty. Blayze was eager to become a hit woman but her parents knew she’d need to earn it, too much eagerness could make you reckless and recklessness would get you killed.

But she did earn it, because of course she did. And she continues to enjoy being sent off on a job, it’s like a little game to her and she enjoys the thrill of the hunt.

Her parents would’ve wanted her to strive for more but Blayze wasn't interested in never interested in taking on more and being a leader, she doesn’t have the patience or needed charisma for dealing with all the members. Although most of the crimsons are considered family, Blayze still keeps a guard up and doesn't just trust them all blindly, her parents taught her that. Anyone could betray her or the gang at any given moment.

With her line of work, making friends and getting close to people outside of the crimsons isn’t easy. Not that she exactly tries either but there have been times where that hard shell was cracked.

Somewhere along the her late twenties she’d fallen for a woman— a single mom who works two jobs (literally) and a kid that wasn’t too bad. It was a surprise even to herself and although she’d done her best to keep them private and hidden from the life she led, they were killed in retaliation to something she’d done. Blayze has never forgiven herself for that.

The second time she’d let someone in was fairly recent. Around a year or so ago. It was hot and fun, someone she would’ve liked to keep around for the good sex and maybe more and good company, they matched each others freak well but that very much backfired on her when she found out he was on an entirely different side to hers. Additionally, he’d interfered with one of her jobs. Blayze rarely ever misses or fails, so when she does, it’s a huge fucking deal to her. It’s fine though, she’d taken her frustrations out on him and left him to die… or did she? She loves a good game.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;

Mostly known as Blayze, thats how she introduces herself most often than not. Only those close to her would know her first name, Sasha’s a bit too personal, something reserved for those she cares about. Where does Blayze come from? Being a pyromaniac, idk, what? Are you a fucking cop??????

Terrible cook, don’t look at her fucking fridge there’s not much in there

Surprisingly not terrible with kids. However, that doesn’t mean she’s gonna be babysitting anytime soon

She’s ambidextrous

Keeps her place clean and neat all of the time, nothing is ever out of place

[allegrasilva]

Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY.

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full name: allegra isabella rubi silva

nicknames: spitfire, dodge, whip, coyote, correcaminos (road runner), big al, al, ally, alba, legs.

faceclaim:  ana de armas

birthdate: april 19th

alliance: the society

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: mechanic getaway driver

hometown: sancti spiritus, cuba

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

height: 5"3

the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac, red lines of pleasure scratched down your shoulder blades, the ringing of slot machines, a floor length scarlet raw silk gown with nothing underneath it, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, engine grease smudged on your nose, punching nitros and feeling your entire body sing with adrenaline, applying red lipstick in the rearview whilst reversing at high speed, a hand wandering up your inner thigh beneath the table, dancing to guajira over a tinny radio with sunlight pouring through the blinds, sweat glistening on bronze collarbones, the pop and spray of champagne, the feeling of your body nearing g-forces.

Basilio and Catalina were an unlikely pair: one a street rat drag racer, who learned everything he knew from the solares of Havana and the other, a decorated army engineer. Their love was instant chemistry, petroleum kissed match, a passion that burned bright and quickly but gifted them three kids.

Allegra spent the first few years of her life bouncing between military bases until her parents separated and Basilio got the career opportunity of a lifetime. He was to be provisionally training some pit crews at Monaco for the Grand Prix, after spending a couple years in his youth experimenting with mechanics on the Indy 500.

After that the stability of the base never felt adventurous enough for Allegra, who spent at least the entirety of race season living with her father overseas, her other siblings remained with Catalina. Endlessly curious, Allegra would sneak out to where her dad was working and start picking up the skills that brought her to the Society.

Basilio saw that wild streak that he had in himself in Allegra and knew that fighting it would only mean losing her entirely, so he indulged her. Teaching her how to hotwire, allowing her to help him experiment chemically with fuel systems. Allegra grew up grease stained but happy.

She loved her mother but they fought endlessly and she always ended up in trouble for getting into the hangars on base and tinkering with the heavy 4x4s and tanks. Allegra was a constant flight risk. These exploits were aided by her being a competitive gymnast since she was six and her taking up free-running when she spent time in London with her dad before races at Silverstone.

Sensation is everything to Allegra, anything that gets her blood up or adrenaline running is something worth doing.

Organised a simulated Italian Job Scavenger Hunt for her fifteenth birthday party with her car meet friends. The real way to win was to be the last car of the night to be caught and arrested. She very nearly ruined her entire future but just managed to get off by the skin of her teeth.

The champagne and glitter of the Formula One circuit, kids of millionaires becoming Allegra's earliest playmates. She terrorized and captivated them in equal measure; they were fascinated by this little Cuban girl causing so much trouble, she taught the children of diplomats ring of fire, how to take their tequila and how to get out onto the track at night. This is where she got a taste for the finer things, the high life and after that she was used to a certain kind of lifestyle and was going to do anything to maintain it.

Her brother and sister began visiting far more and in turn Allegra would spend a portion of the Winter back in Cuba. She was something of a stranger and something of a legend to friends she had in Havana, she'd been accepted for a mechanics apprenticeship under Ferrari after being caught elbow deep in one of their older models just at the Gran Premio d'Italia at Monza circuit. Another brush with the law that could have ended everything. Though even over the winter she still raced, she still broke into old mansions, llegaypones and bajareques with her friends, setting off firecrackers and doing the usual hoodrat shit.

Basilio was considering sending her back to Cuba permanently as her antics could reflect poorly on him, something she knew she'd despise. She needed newness, travel, novelty, excitement. Ferrari sent her to school, a strange combination of mechanical, electrical engineering, chemistry and physics that for the first time actually challenged her mind instead of leaving her bored and disruptive in the classroom.

Giselle, her sister, had slowly morphed into an alternate universe mirror of Allegra, without the mascara smudged last night's party raccoon eyes and the acting out. A perfect slick back bun, ROTC, her mother's miniature.

Then Elle was dead, just like that, her entire family that had just about sustained equilibrium again shattered in every direction. Allegra's father had just bought a house in upstate New York, much to his employers chagrin, he had turned to her and muttered under his breath 'Never move to Indiana, mija'. Now they could barely talk to each other.

Allegra was sixteen and put her head down and got to work. She drifted through the race circuit for almost eight years until she started to get her spark back, her love for the work, her inspiration. Unfortunately, even if you don't experiment with fuel types and engine parts on the race site or race team's HQ, being a mad mechanic scientist reflected poorly on the company and Allegra was dumped on her ass with a small bag of belongings, no fixed address and no village to return to. She completed basic training for the Army but got thrown out after knocking her drill sergeant out, luckily Basilio got her out of Cuba and back to the US. Authority had always had to earn her respect or get nothing.

Worked in a few small garages in NY; Rochester, Carmel, before realising she'd never carve out any respect there and focused her sights on the city.

One thing Allegra had learned in her time with F1 was how to network, so for the first three weeks she hit every bar and club she could remember, using any social leverage she could to get in to see old familiar faces and schmooze her way up. She landed a personal valet, driver position, when posed as having a beautiful thing in the driver's seat would be some kind of novelty for the very rich client and his esteemed guests.

Ingratiated herself fully with the New York car meet and drag race scenes, this is where one of The Society saw her race for the first time and quietly passed her information up the ranks for contact. [ Wanted Connection ]

Names all the cars she's ever driven and 'knows' their personalities. Speaks to them like she's riding a damn horse. Who cares if she gets results. Laments that she never got to go back for 'Hugo the Yugo' that she drove once in Indianapolis.

So what if when she took Society leaders for a test drive so they could see what she could do she very seriously asked: Danza Kuduro or Gasolina? Pick one. She got the job, even if she overexplained the horrendous fate of a young Scandinavian water carrier from early F1 and how she had trained on their simulators and cars which regularly hit 200mph so reacting to obstacles and pedestrians was everything. How blinking could end it all.

Allegra has a range of playlists you can choose when you get in her ride: 80s power anthems, reggaeton, speed metal, punto cubano guajira, classic rock, 2000s sleepover, rap, hip hop, techno trance, an entirely Pitbull playlist entitled 'Pledge Allegiance to Mr. Worldwide' and many, many more.

Uses her devil-may-care reputation to make sure people underestimate her and don't think she's capable of deeper machinations, she's extremely intelligent, even if she also happens to spend a lot of her time at the Ruby Casino chatting up boring, ugly clientele. She can slip on a new character every night, they don't get to meet her.

Doesn't have an appropriate fear response at all, instead of becoming serious or fearful when afraid she often laughs like crazy, sometimes scaring those not familiar with her particular brand of gearhead. Drifting at 40mph with a maniacally giggling driver is an experience. Though she can seem flippant and capricious to those unfamiliar with her, when it's time to work she flips into a mode that is all steel.

Most often seen cruising the city on her KTM 1290 Super Duke GT motorbike, or in her 1970 Dodge Charger, she loves classic cars.

In her element when she's in her garage come laboratory space, a pair of welder's goggles perched on her head and gesticulating wildly with a wrench, yet few see that, instead they see the polished young lady in a perfectly tailored suit or a raw silk dress sat in the driver's seat.

[jasonmacavoy]

(FINN COLE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that JASON MACAVOY I heard the TWENTY SEVEN year old is LOYAL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also HOT HEADED. Makes sense seeing how they are an ENFORCER in the GHOST RIDERS MC gang. penned by ally.

stats.

full name:  jason thomas macavoy  nicknames: jay, jayjay birthday: april 5th age: twenty- seven birthplace: bronx, nyc star sign: ares gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual gang: ghost riders rank: enforcer sargent at arms cover: strip club bouncer and occasional street fighter theme song: habits by mgk

appearance. 

face claim: finn cole hair color: dirty blonde eye color: blue height:  6ft 2in weight: 185lbs build: big, burly, and muscular tattoos: yes, very tom hardy in the warrior scars: many, more scar than skin, each with a story. most notable a stab wound on his left side from the Halloscream event.

family.

mother: Heidi Macavoy, estranged stepfather: Tommy fowler, deceased father: Johnny Brooks, but doesn’t know it siblings: Asher Brooks (33), Vincent Brooks (25, deceased), Maddie Brooks (5) also doesn't know it pets: none

personality. 

positives (+): determined, dauntless, loyal, strong negatives (-): reckless, hot headed, stubborn, uncouth   MBTI: ISTP fears: psssh none dancing & losing the people closest to him element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: rarely, thinks it throw off his fighting game/ yes/ yes aesthetics: a string of purpling bruises fresh from a fight, a pack of marlboro reds to take the edge off, raw knuckles, broken beer bottles, cigarette smoke, gaping holes in the wall, more scar than skin, & a thick layer of sweat sheathing toned muscles character inpso: tom conlon (warrior), ryan atwood (the oc), will turner (pirates), rip wheeler (yellowstone), billy hope (southpaw), j cody (animal kingdom), johnny lawrence (cobra kai), frank farmer (the bodyguard), jon snow (GoT)

biography.

TW: fighting, death, toxic masculinity

Jason Macavoy came into the world fighting, and he had been fighting ever since. His mother, a struggling fashion designer, had just stepped on set for an athleisure shoot she designed when her first born son barreled into the world with clenched fists and a battle cry that would make his father proud. Not the washed up middleweight champ who couldn’t make it to the hospital on such short notice —the one Jason would grow up calling father— but the one night stand who knocked up Heidi Macavoy all those years ago Growing up in the Bronx Jason was a handful: rambunctious, brimming with unbridled energy, and a temper that would only grow with time. He had trouble learning how to read and was easily set off by a poor test score or an off-handed taunt made by a classmate, landing him in several schoolyard scuffles. By the time Jason was seven, his mother fled to pursue the career and the life she had always dreamed of, leaving Jason in the care of his wayward step-father.  His step-father wasn’t good for much anymore except for drinking and coaching, but Tommy was there and he was the only one who recognized Jason’s potential. He saw that for what his step-son lacked in brains, he made up for in athletics. Young Jason was a natural talent when it came to sports, and Tommy helped channel all his energy and anger into UFC in particular. He bloomed into a wrestling prodigy at the local public school. His determination was feral, and the boy wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of his mother’s love, one victory he’d never be able to manage. As Jason’s athletic abilities continued to grow, so did his competitive edge and hot temper that continued to get him into trouble on and off the mat. During a championship tournament of his professional career, Jason had made a spectacle allowing a foul to the boy’s side to ignite a wrath in him he didn’t even know he had. He went wild, shouting and swearing at the referee for the unfair call before striking him and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He was disqualified from competition and barred from the league.  Not long after Jason was banned from competition, his step-father succumbed to the bottle while his mother still wanted nothing to do with him. More lost than ever Jason turned to underground street fighting to get his fix. It was then Jason found the Ghost Riders or rather they found him smack in the middle of a bar brawl at the tender age of seventeen. Young and hungry for a place that could appreciate and refine his raw potential, Jason pledged his loyalty to the Ghost Riders in exchange for covering up a bar fight gone wrong. More info HERE He now works as a bouncer at a strip club and has spent the last ten years with Ghost Riders, becoming one of their most loyal enforcers and fighters, growing more and more accustomed to the gritty underground lifestyle, the brawls, the arguments, the booze. His step-father’s voice in his head had never been more clear to him: fight.

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[mirayaslan]

 Oh, is that MIRAY ASLAN? I heard the THIRTY ONE year old is LOYAL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CALCULATING. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEADER in the THE CRIMSONS.

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NAME: miray aslan

AGE: 31

DOB: 21st august

HOME: brooklyn, nyc

OCCUPATION: leader of the crimsons

GENDER: cis woman

SEXUALITY: bisexual & biromantic

prominent features: a large scar down her spine, a scar on the right side of her head under her hair

- 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

THEME SONG: six inch heels by beyonce

POSITIVE TRAITS: charming, sociable, confident, captivating, poised

NEGATIVE TRAITS: vainglorious, cold, loyal, stubborn, vain

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral

MBTI: estp

DEADLY SIN: lust

HEAVENLY VIRTUE: patience

LABEL: the vixen

CHARACTER PARALLELS: samantha jones (sex and the city), santana lopez (glee), ramona vega (hustlers), veronica lodge (riverdale), jennifer check (jennifer's body), maddy perez (euphoria), blair waldorf (gossip girl), haley dunphy (modern family), villanelle (killing eve)

- 𝙱𝙸𝙾

trigger warnings: suicide, death(like a lot of it)

Miray was born and raised in Manhattan by Murat and Leyla Aslan. Her father, Murat, was a head surgeon at the top hospital in New York, and her mother, Leyla, was the CEO and founder of a prominent fashion house. Throughout her childhood, Miray was given everything she could possibly want and more, living a life of comfort and luxury. She and her younger sister, Mina, were doted on in every way.

Tragedy struck when Miray was in her early teens and involved in a car crash. Although she survived with injuries, her parents did not. Miray tried to revive them at the scene for what felt like hours but it was no use, they were gone. For the first time in her life, something had not gone Miray's way, and instead of feeling sadness or anger, she felt lost.

It took her until she was seventeen to decide what she wanted in life, and she quickly realized that staying in Manhattan wasn't it. She moved to Brooklyn, where she found herself drawn into the Crimsons. Miray's charm, confidence, and ruthlessness quickly sent her up the ranks until she took over as the leader of the gang. This was 8 years ago.

In Brooklyn, with her gang behind her, Miray slowly started to feel invincible once again. However, her world was shattered when she walked into her childhood home in Manhattan to see her sister hanging in the middle of the living room having taken her own life.

Following Mina's death, Miray's life became a blur of violence, danger, and survival. Most people never managed to get close to her again. Her success within the gang and seemingly unshakable confidence masked an undercurrent of a predatory need for control. Once a girl who believed in goodness and happy endings, she had become cold, calculating, and unrelenting. All of this, of course, was hidden beneath a cheeky wink and a flirtatious attitude.

At some point, Miray had a child, a complete accident that she found out about too late to do anything about. She didn't want the baby at first but now mina is her world

A couple of years ago Miray got married to a Senator and they were madly in love. Their relationship was wild and fast they married after only six months of dating (because when you know you know). Tragedy stuck only two months later when Miray's husband was tragically assassinated, a crime the police and Miray are still investigating.

headcanons:

her little angel mina is currently 3 and will be turning 4 in august

Miray has a black cat named nyx

[rearguardx]

I N T R O D U C T I O N

(MICHIEL HUISMAN, CIS MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that WILLEM DECKER? I heard the THIRTY EIGHT year old is DEVOTED. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also PESSIMISTIC. Makes sense seeing how they are a TAIL GUNNER in the GHOST RIDERS MC.

BASICS Full name: Willem Cain Decker  Nicknames: Will, Decker Age: 38 years old Gender: Cis male Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Biromantic & Bisexual Gang: Ghost Riders MC Rank: Tail Gunner  Occupation: TBD Positive Traits: Devoted, level-headed, compassionate, nurturing Negative Traits: Cynical, fastidious, inflexible, self-depreciating

BIOGRAPHY Tw: brief mention of alcoholism 

Willem was one of those individuals who won life’s lottery by simple fact of birth - the eldest son of a wealthy, upper class family, whose business interests dabbled in both healthcare and real estate. He further proved he was one of lady luck’s favorites when he was granted doting ( if highly ambitious ) parents and two younger siblings who he absolutely adored. 

Willem followed his parents’ behest to pursue a career in medicine, and once again fortune seemed to smile down upon him - having met his future wife and the love of his life among his fellow students. Not a year later, they were pregnant with their first child. She and Willem agreed that she would take a break from her studies to focus on raising their daughter.  

Unbeknownst to him, his parents never truly approved of his wife and her humble, middle class beginnings. Though never outright cruel, their scathing looks and snide remarks eventually took a heavy toll on her. It didn’t help that Willem spent long hours at the hospital, bogged down by the demands of his surgical residency. 

Perhaps it should come at no surprise when she decided to divorce him, leaving him behind with nary a explanation and taking their daughter with her. 

Utterly confused and heartbroken, Willem tried his damndest to win her back but to no avail. At his lowest point, his sister finally revealed the truth of his parents’ involvement in his divorce. Furious and betrayed, Willem, in a rare fit of recklessness, broke his father’s trust in a ruinous act he could never undo ( his secret ). 

As the metaphorical smoke cleared, all he could recall from those days was the look of gutted shock on his parents’ and siblings’ faces. 

Willem came to New York with no plan, seeking oblivion at the bottom of a bottle and in any warm, willing body he could find. Ending up in the path of the Ghost Riders, in hindsight, was perhaps fate’s strange way of giving him a break.

A 31-year old civilian man with no prior fighting experience joining a motorcycle club seemed like such a laughable concept, but Willem was able to carve out a small place for himself, despite it all. From a fumbling prospect to an efficient tail gunner, Willem had come a long way in his 7 years, always ready to give aid and come to the defense of any and all of his members. Their ever loyal and vigilant rear guard.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

One or both of his siblings, either desperate to make amends or to punish him for his abandonment of their family

An old friend from his previous life, who is shocked to learn the truth about what had happened to him

His ex-wife (for the drama), her motives unknown

A previous hook-up turned friend or enemy

A friendly rival in the MC, just a relationship full of good-natured goading

A friend outside of the MC, a civilian who oftentimes reminds him of his old life

A younger sibling type figure, from the MC or not (he misses his siblings terribly and takes out all of his protectiveness on this muse)

HEADCANONS

Willem left in the third year of his surgical residency, as such he’s skilled in relatively advanced first aid and basic medical/surgical procedures. As such, he’s probably had to fish out bullets and stitch up lacerations of more than one Ghost Rider member - though they certainly curse him out all the while.

Willem is naturally averse to violence, which makes his role as tail gunner the most suited to him - perhaps he can justify his brutish actions better when it’s done in the protection of others.

He is remarkably fastidious, one of the longer residents at the clubhouse after his first year as a prospect, as such he takes it upon himself to make sure everything is always kept neat and tidy.

He has a soft spot for animals, and was able to adopt a beautiful long haired grey cat named Ophelia.

[romeowilson]

(JESSE WILLIAMS, MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that ROMEO WILSON? I heard the THIRTY ONE year old is TRUSTING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also A PUSHOVER. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a MERCHANDISING AND TRANSPORTER. (Snowy, 27, EST, She/her)

NAME: Romeo Wilson

AGE: 38

DOB: November 24th.

HOME: Queens.

OCCUPATION: He moves merchandise from site to store.

GENDER: Cis male.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

- Basic bio.

This is extremely basic, I'm sorry. I tend to have to play the character for a little while myself to get a really strong feel for who they are.

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, lighthearted, adaptable, level headed.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: impulsive, carefree, surface level.

Potential wanted connections:

Any of these connections are A-OK to be M, F, NB.

A bad influence type of best friend.

Potential FWB, slow burn??

Maybe enemies to lovers??

Coworker.

Drinking pals.

Mutual jealousy

Unlikely friends

Scared to be lonely so they use each other, romantic or platonic.

Honestly I'm pretty down for anything so don't hesitate to reach out to me.

[catxlopez]

NAME: Catalina Lopez

FACECLAIM: Ana de Armas

AGE & DOB: Thirty-one, July 1st

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual, biromantic

HEIGHT: 5'6"

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

OCCUPATION: Hit(wo)man

GANG AFFILIATION: The Crimsons

HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida

POSITIVE TRAITS: Beguiling, thoughtful, outgoing

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Volatile, distrusting, short-tempered

BIOGRAPHY (gambling, alcoholism, drugs, death, tw)

Picture it: Miami, Florida... Magic City. Vice City.

For Catalina, both rang true during various parts of her life. Sometimes in tandem, but never without–– and it all began with the Vice.

Her father's more specifically. Gambling, booze, probably strippers, although her mother could never directly prove he'd been unfaithful. Not that she loitered around the house much, perpetually grinding herself to the bone with three gigs just to prevent eviction. Catalina never bought the affair speculation, even as a child. No, her father's true love had always been and would always remain the casinos, with their shimmering lights and cigarette infested game floors beckoning him like a siren's song. The colloquial term for lost souls haunting the slots was a career, but she preferred to call him a devotee; eternally worshipping at the altar of chance.

It fucked her up, to put the consequence mildly. Having one parent who was hardly around and so committed to his own nonsense, and the other wasting away on the scale because she'd sooner have them bury her than not scrape by. Catalina had an older brother according to legend and off-hand remark, but he was beyond help for anyone now... robbing liquor stores, running with gangs, cementing himself as a famous outlaw in her young mind.

More importantly, it taught her that everybody left.

Despite how often as she claimed to loathe her father and his habits, the young woman took up smoking in high school and waitressed at a poker bar after graduation. Maybe before as well, but nobody talks about under the table paychecks in that part of the city and she needed cash for an apartment. Shortened her name Cat around then, too. Easier to remember when both her manager and customers alike were barking requests, and she was nothing if not efficient.

Their first meeting became regarded as fate. Magic. Not the sort her father prayed for in whiskey stained clothes at the craps table, but something earnest. Something real. Or so He told her every night after the first, when He folded during his high stakes blackjack game the moment she entered the room. Cat went home under his arm that very evening and never again returned to the server life. Call it a lifestyle boost.

When He reacquainted her with his best friend, the fabled brother only recalled from vague memories as a tiny child before he skipped out, it appeared their red strings were destined to intertwine. So He charmingly used that to reel her further into their antics, running drugs and reading cards as low stakes go-getters for some expansive Miami mob. Eventually they linked with contacts for a better operation up north: The Crimsons. On the day their trio stepped foot in Brooklyn, Cat turned twenty.

A year later He was dead. Per the cops, it was a drug deal gone sour in some back alley, but she and her brother knew–– He'd made enemies. Random violence hardly ever earned the title and when Cat shoulder checked the weepy blonde in the back of the funeral parlor on her way out, she realized it never would. When her brother took off again after their little band shattered, instead of tucking tail back to Miami alone, she delved further into her new gang. Ingratiating herself as someone quite brazen in her loyalty, willing to act without hesitation or a second thought.

Dead bodies are a small price to pay and an occasional headache to clean up in exchange for having a true family at last. Or at least a closer semblance of one than she's known to date. Which lends itself to fiercely protecting them in a semi-deranged, often overly lethal way, both in her work and out of it. Sue her for caring, right?

[drkeminity]

(CHRISTINA SERRATOS, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that BIANCA DE LA CRUZ? I heard the THRITY-FOUR year old is NURTERING . But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also VULPINE. Makes sense seeing how they are a COUNCIL in the SERPENTS gang.

TW: ASSULT MENTIONED

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

name: Bianca De La Cruz nicknames/alias: Bianca Stone faceclaim: Christina Serratos age: thirty-four gender: cisfemale sexuality: bisexual date/place of birth: April 9th / San Antonio, Texas currently: New York City, New York occupation: Council Member in the Serpents positive traits: nurturing, strategic, resilient negative traits: cunning, guarded, vengeful astrological sign: Aries archetype: the matriarch

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘. Bianca De La Cruz was never intended to inherit the legacy of her father, Andres De La Cruz. Cast aside following the birth of his son, Bianca and her mother, Rebecca, were left to navigate life without the influence or security of the De La Cruz name. Relocating to Texas, Rebecca worked tirelessly as a waitress, eventually finding stability through marriage to Andrew Libel, a rancher who embraced Bianca as his own daughter.

LIFE ON THE RANCH. Bianca’s formative years were spent immersed in the demanding yet rewarding life of ranching. Under Andrew’s guidance, she developed skills in horseback riding, marksmanship, and land management—tools that would later serve her well in a different kind of battlefield. The rivalries between ranchers mirrored the power struggles of organized crime, and Bianca quickly learned the value of strategy, negotiation, and unwavering resilience.

Her world was shattered at eighteen when she was assaulted by a ranch hand. Though her stepfather intervened in time, the trauma reinforced an unshakable lesson: survival required vigilance, strength, and an unwillingness to be a victim ever again.

LOVE AND LOSS. At twenty, Bianca met Christian Stone, heir to a powerful Montana ranching family, during a cattle drive. Their connection was immediate, built on mutual respect and shared ambition. Together, they expanded Stone Ranch, { REDACTED} , and cultivated a future Bianca had never dared to dream of. { REDACTED}—their idyllic life came to a devastating halt.

Christian was found dead under suspicious circumstances. Authorities provided no clear answers, leaving Bianca to grapple with the gut-wrenching certainty that his death was no accident. Weeks later, she buried her husband, { REDACTED}, as she mourned the life they had built.

THE CALL BACK TO NEW YORK. Not long after, a man arrived at her doorstep bearing a letter from Luciano De La Cruz, the half-brother she had not seen in years. In his words, he warned that if she was reading the letter, he was likely dead—and that she was the only one who could uncover who . He urged her to return to New York, to claim the place she had once been denied, and to uncover the truth behind his fate.

Bianca resisted at first. Her heart remained in Montana, { REDACTED} and the land she had fought to keep. However, the weight of her brother’s warning could not be ignored. After much deliberation, { REDACTED} , making the painful choice to walk into the viper’s den alone.

Now, under the alias Bianca Stone, she has embedded herself within the Serpents, not just as a lost De La Cruz daughter but as a formidable strategist. She is determined to uncover the circumstances of Luciano’s death and assert her own place in a world that once discarded her. Yet New York operates by a different set of rules, and Bianca must navigate a landscape where power is everything and trust is a rare commodity.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Bianca wears her late husband’s wedding band on a chain around her neck, a constant reminder of the life she left behind.

She keeps a well-worn revolver, a gift from her stepfather, concealed in her apartment—favoring familiarity over modern weaponry.

Despite her hardened demeanor, she has an unbreakable bond with children, { REDACTED} . No matter the chaos surrounding her, she calls home every night.

Bianca has a keen ability to read people, a skill honed from years of ranch negotiations and further sharpened in the underworld.

Whiskey is strictly off-limits; it evokes memories of Montana and a past she cannot afford to dwell on. Instead, she drinks tequila, a quiet tribute to her roots.

Though she shuns sentimentality, she carries a locket containing pictures of her { REDACTED} , a private tether to the life she hopes to reclaim.

[angelinaxdamiano]

(EVA DE DOMINICO, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ANGELINA D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY NINE-year-old is INTUTIVE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also LETHAL. Makes sense seeing how they are a FIXER in the SERPENTS gang. (LEILA)

BASICS

Full Name: Angelina Pilar Diaz D'Amiano

Nickname: Ang, Lina

Age: 29

DOB: May 3rd

Parents: Antonia and Massimo D'Amiano (adopted) Maico and Martina Diaz (biological)

Siblings: Giada D'Amiano

Hair color: brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'5

Tattoos: tbd

Scars: tbd

Piercings: tbd

Sexuality: bisexual

Occupation: tba

BACKGROUND

Angelina’s story began long before she was born. Her father, Maico, was just a teenager when he crossed paths with the formidable Massimo D’Amiano in Brazil. Though Maico had ties to the criminal underworld through his father’s cartel connections, his family held little power. He had traveled from Argentina to assist with a delivery when fate intervened, something transpired between him and Massimo, and by the end of it, Maico had saved the man’s life. That single act forged a bond that would span decades.

Maico eventually returned to Argentina, where he met the woman who would become his wife. Though his work frequently brought him back to Brazil, the D’Amianos remained a constant presence in his life. When Massimo and his family later moved back to Italy, they stayed in touch, but as time passed, and children were born, their communication faded.

Maico struggled to climb the ranks within the cartel, but progress was slow. By the time his daughter, Angelina, was born, he was still fighting for status, for money, for security��none of which came easily. Angelina’s childhood was anything but normal. She was never shielded from her father’s work; instead, she was taught to adapt, to learn quickly, to understand the brutal realities of their world.

She saw things that would haunt any child, but eventually, the fear dulled into familiarity. Then, shortly after her seventh birthday, her world was shattered. The cartel was an unforgiving business, and one bad deal, one wrong move, was all it took. A hit was placed on her family. In a final act of desperation, Maico hid Angelina away moments before he and his wife were murdered before her eyes.

But favors in their world were never forgotten. Angelina had been taught one thing. If anything ever happened, she was to call Massimo D’Amiano.

The D’Amianos didn’t hesitate. They were on a plane to Argentina within hours, retrieving the orphaned girl and bringing her back to New York, where they now lived. It was convenient timing—their eldest daughter had recently left for Italy, and in Angelina, they found another little girl to love, to protect, to raise as their own.

But Angelina was never like other children. Death had touched her too many times, and innocence had long since left her. She had no interest in dolls or fairy tales; instead, she devoured knowledge, always observing, always calculating. The D’Amianos never tried to change her. After a few years, they finalized the adoption, and she officially became Angelina D’Amiano.

By the time she was twelve, Giada—their eldest daughter—returned home to New York. The dynamic was tense. Giada saw Angelina as the child who had replaced her, but Angelina saw Giada as something else entirely, everything she wanted to be. She followed her, studied her, and learned from her.

As she grew older, Angelina stopped pretending to be something she wasn’t. The darkness inside her was undeniable, and she embraced it. Her fascination with chemistry proved useful in ways no one had anticipated. After Massimo’s death, she followed Giada’s path and joined the Serpents, a place where she could thrive and not hide her nature.

She became a fixer, cleaning up the evidence, disposing of bodies, and erasing problems before they could become threats. A master of blackmail and extortion, she weaponized her beauty, charm, and intelligence, turning weaknesses into leverage. Everything she did, every skill she honed, was for the Serpents. Angelina D’Amiano never failed to deliver.

Day to day, Angelina comes across as cold, aloof, and sharp-tongued. Her bluntness often rubs people the wrong way, making her seem snobbish or like a know-it-all, but she doesn’t care for their opinions. She was forced to adapt from a young age, developing a keen analytical mind and an uncanny ability to read people.

Angelina struggles to form attachments, not because she’s incapable of feeling, but because she refuses to make herself vulnerable. She wears her heart on her sleeve more than she’d like to admit, though she buries it beneath layers of indifference. Control is her constant, growing up in chaos, she learned early on that the only way to survive was to stay three steps ahead.

Blackmail is her favorite tool. The power she holds over others, the way they squirm under her influence, it gives her a thrill like nothing else. It’s not about climbing the ranks or ruling over others; she has no desire for leadership. Angelina thrives in the background, where she can manipulate, clean up, and erase problems before they even become threats. She doesn’t need recognition, only results. WANTED CONNECTIONS

an ex, maybe this was the one person she really let get close

best friend

no strings attached hookups

Someone she buts heads with, a bickering irritated relationship

An informant, someone she has info on and has them under her control

unexpected weakness

Unwilling accomplice, someone she dragged into the dark (civilian role)

A shadow from her past, someone who was there all those years ago when her parents were murdered

A rival, someone who challenges her dominance

[honeyedsins]

(JEREMY ALLEN WHITE, CISMALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that ASHER BROOKS? I heard the THIRTY THREE year old is PASSIONATE.  But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also VOLATILE. Makes sense seeing how they are a PROSPECT in the GHOST RIDERS. 

stats.

full name:  asher alexander brooks. nicknames: ash. birthday: august 9th age: thirty-three. birthplace: brooklyn, ny. star sign: leo. gender: cis male pronouns: he/him sexuality: heterosexual. gang: ghost riders prospect. rank: prospect. cover: record store owner @ echo chamber. theme song: merry christmas, please don't call by the bleachers

appearance. 

face claim: jeremy allen white hair color: dirty blonde eye color: blue height:  5ft 11ins weight: 185lbs build: muscular tattoos: very very very much so. scars: many past scars from his father.

family.

mother: olivia salvatore (restaurant owner). father: johnathan (johnny) brooks. siblings: jason macavoy, half brothers (same father) and deceased younger brother, vincent (25) and baby sister, madelyn (5). pets: rescued a pitbull named hemingway.

personality. 

positives (+): protective, caring, determined, loyal, motivated. negatives (-): volatile, aggressive, impulsive, stubborn, closed off. fears: losing his mom, letting his mom down, his dad was a fear of his. zodiac: leo element: fire hogwarts house: gryffindor drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: never touched a drug, big smoker and drinker. aesthetics: a white tee shirt tucked into black jeans while the smiths play quietly in the background of a vintage record shop, bruised knuckles outside of a grungey bar with broken glass, a bustling italian restaurant that he helps his mom out in with soft italian music playing in the background. character inpso: will hunting from good will hunting just not the intelligence part lmfao, opie winston from sons of anarchy, robb stark from game of thrones,

tldr basically: (mentions of drug overdose, childhood trauma and abuse)

growing up in the italian side brooklyn, asher was the oldest with a lot of responsibility thrust upon him very young.

his father instilled a work ethic in him that was unlike any other - like a workhorse, he was up and at them early mornings in his mother and father's restaurant, primarily his mother's family's restaurant, washing dishes, scrubbing, getting new orders in, learning the business because he had to.

his father, johnny, was heavily involved with the gang life and from early on, asher was never shielded from much. he saw heavy violence when he went with his family to his serpent meetups, and his father always told him that one day, he would get involved in that life too.

he and his father always had a strained relationship - mainly because they were very different. asher wanted to listen to his records from a young age, cook with his mother in the restaurant and was more into motorcycles, art, music rather than the brutal side of gang life. that being said, asher had a temper like no other growing up - all learned from his father.

his father wanted him to be the perfect son and eventual gang member. he wanted him to be a strong bull, a man amongst men, but no matter what he did, asher disappointed him which led to beating after beating to toughen him up. asher only cried and got upset as a young kid - as he turned thirteen and got older, he never let his father get the best of him.

his respite, for him, was music and his siblings. the moment his baby brother, vincent, was born, things changed. when he became a big brother, he understood what real, honest love was, because he would do anything for vincent. they were best friends, throughout their entire lives - and vincent was his father's favorite. an attractive, beautiful boy, smart as a whip, charming - there was nothing that vincent couldn't do. things got even better when madelyn aka maddie was born, their little baby sister and asher felt like he had to be the best big brother in the world.

the pressure of the life got to vincent though - and asher saw that. it wasn't until vincent was around sixteen that he got heavy into the drug scene and it killed asher to see. this was his baby brother and it broke his heart to see the cover ups, the glazed look in his eyes. asher had no tolerance for drugs and would always be vincent's first call, and of course asher would come running - but still furious as hell after vincent sobered up and promised he would stay sober.

it was a battle for years - until the dreaded day came. asher was still unhappily being his father's sidekick - when he got the call late at night that his beloved little brother had overdosed at the side of a club at the age of 21. every muscle in his body, every single muscle, went completely numb. he couldn't believe it and couldn't stop running until he got to the club and pushed through to see.

vincent's death was a blower the brooks family really couldn't deal with well. olivia, his mother, poured herself into the restaurant and his father grew even more abusive and horrible toward asher, insisting that it was his fault that it had happened. the fights that would ensue got worse and worse - and one night, a horrible night about two years after vincent's death, johnny brooks was found dead in a fire that erupted in an abandoned warehouse in queens. no one knew how or why, but asher was always told it was gang activity.

now two years since his father death, four years since his brother's, asher is living the life that he finally wants to live. when vincent died, he got his money in order from working at the family restaurant and odd jobs to finally open his own record shop, a dream he had told vincent over and over again.

the record shop is called echo chamber in brooklyn and it is a vintage record shop for all types of genres. still though, asher is home all the time to return to the restaurant and take care of his mother and baby sister, maddie, who is five.

he's a family boy, and it wasn't until recently that going through his dad's things, he saw a text message saved under a woman's name he had never heard of before and there it is was. hey johnny - you have a son. here he is, jason. and there was a picture of a young boy and picture of the birth certificate. to think that asher had another younger brother out there thrilled and terrified him - and he was shocked to find out he lived right in new york too.

it was no surprise - his father was a playboy, a bad guy, but when asher told his mother, she wasn't surprised either. it was something that asher thought about for a while, to go and meet him, to find out about him. they were half brothers after all, but it felt disrespectful in some way, to replace him - now that vincent was gone.

still though, asher is all about family and he wants to know his brother - as well as join the gang that he is in, very much interested as a prospect for the ghost riders.

[alarakaplan]

NAME: Alara Kaplan

FACECLAIM: Ayça Ayşin Turan

AGE & DOB: Thirty, July 26th

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis woman, she/her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual, biromantic

HEIGHT: 5'6"

ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

OCCUPATION: Dance instructor

GANG AFFILIATION: None officially, but open to those who can help her...

HOMETOWN: Southampton, New York

POSITIVE TRAITS: Tenacious, protective, consistent

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Haughty, sarcastic, competitive

BIOGRAPHY

The papers called her family troubles a fall from grace. To Alara, they were a descent into madness.

For decades the Kaplans rubbed elbows with New York's elite and benefitted generously from their high social status. Each generation had the privilege of attending the finest academies, their weddings immaculately covered by lifestyle magazines, and weather hardly mattered when they had the ability to jet off on a whim to one of their seasonal properties. By the time Alara was born into this world of excess and glamour, her parents had nearly perfected the art of affluence. Despite heralding from new money, they managed to both tastefulness and refinement. A successful effort at blending in, as she'd later come to discern.

After years of indoctrination through their lifestyle, Alara entered boarding school with the express intent to carry on her family's legacy and be the greatest at... well, everything. Academics, piano, tennis lessons, and her precious ballet all took center stage to achieving that dream. Friendships were scattered and surface level, nothing true or genuine, but she'd grown to expect that behavior over the years–– people in their circles rarely cared beyond what served their own interests. Interactions came down to smiling at the proper moment, tilting your head just so, and she knew how to schmooze her way easily through a conversation by adolescence.

The future appeared so bright that it nearly blinded her. And then it actually, as SWAT teams in tactical gear with military grade flashlights burst into her family's Southampton home one evening. When the screaming and chaos gave way to Miranda rights being read out, Alara and her mother watched in horror as the police hauled her father away. What had he done to rouse this? What were the charges? From her spot on the staircase, she could hear the hushed voices of her mother and the family attorneys discussing grand larceny, money laundering, embezzlement, arms trafficking; the list of mafia related crimes continued until she simply couldn't eavesdrop any longer and scurried upstairs.

Their shame was kept from the media for barely a day before it appeared on the front page of every tabloid. It was mere hours later that a coach gingerly asked Alara to leave her tennis lesson in front of the other girls. Then her mother was informed their membership at the country club had been unceremoniously canceled when she arrived for lunch with friends. Ostracization would have been humiliating enough without added salt in the wound: their various properties were being seized by the state, assets frozen for investigation, and whatever leftover wealth sat in available bank accounts was barely enough to maintain both the legal fees and their lifestyle.

Pulled from her expensive academy, Alara enrolled in a nearby public high school and they sold her childhood home to cover additional costs before purchasing what felt like a tiny shack in Brooklyn. It was a generous brownstone to anyone else, but for the once spoilt princess of Southampton, it became a prison and remained that way. Although her grades and athletic skills managed to secure a full ride at Columbia, Alara's aspirational goals shifted considerably by the time graduation rolled around.

Ruined by whomever outed her father's less than savory business dealings with The Society and only able to rebuild a mere fraction of what they once owned, she knew that upperclass society would never accept her family back into the fold. Legacies were currency and theirs ran dry years ago. Instead she's turned her sights towards the underbelly of New York itself, vowing vengeance on whomever landed her father behind bars and destroyed any hope for her future.

[ofintrusions]

Oh, is that DENALI DE LA CRUZ? I heard the TWENTY FIVE year old is CLEVER. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also SARCASTIC. Makes sense seeing how they are a Black Hat Hacker in the SYNDICATE gang.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ;

Name: Denali De La Cruz

Nicknames: Nali, Dee

Age: 25

DOB: December 30th, 1999

Zodiac: Capricorn

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/She

Sexuality: queer (wlw leaning)

Tattoos: Too many to count (canon to Lizeth's)

Piercings: Multiple on the ears & septum

Pets: Pitbull named Kitana, Xoloitzcuintli named Luna

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;

Theme Song: Lunch by Billie Eilish

Traits: Clever, independent, sarcastic, blunt

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

Deadly Sin: Pride

Pinterest

𝐁𝐈𝐎 ;

Trigger warnings: mentions of kidnapping

Born into the De La Cruz family, and the youngest at that, Denali didn't feel the automatic pressure to follow directly into the Serpents path. Their parents were far more concerned with the firstborn(s) of the family upholding their expectations.

Truth be told, at that time, Denali was unaware of the family business or the fact that De La Cruz's were even a founding family for a good chunk of her childhood. For all she knew, all these people that were in their lives were considered 'family' or family friends, and Andres' favorite child was Gabe seeing as he lived in their father's shadow absorbing and learning, these were just the facts Denali accepted as a kid.

They grew up loved and privileged and her siblings would probably say Denali got the easier end of things, maybe even babied more than they were. Though, a lot of that is thanks to Rosalia looking out for Denali and shielding her from things she'd seen. Every once in a while Nali would notice strange things, always ushered away whenever they'd been lurking or 'playing' near a door she most definitely shouldn't have been eavesdropping in..

Life would turn upside down for them at the age of thirteen when Rosa went missing. Devastated at the loss of her sister and confidant, the person she looked up to most, it was the first time they'd ever felt fear and the first she'd truly see her parents and family for who and what they were. Andres and Ileana pulled Denali out of school for fear of the family being targeted once more, especially as she'd been the youngest and the easiest target next; didn't matter how much money or guards and soldiers they had in their corner, they wanted Denali at home where they could keep all eyes on her.

There was a lot of resentment that grew being under her parents strict rules, feeling trapped at home and in Rosa's shadow.. Even if Denali knew why they were being over-protective. With all the extra time on their hands once she was done with her homeschooling, Denali would start to get into things their parents most definitely didn't want them getting into. At first, it was simply getting into a laptop or two, seeing and reading things Nali had no business learning just yet, which eventually led to her seeking more information and then stumbling onto the dark web in search of signs of Rosa or anything, really.

Although trying to find signs of their older sister was a bust, Denali had become aware of everything else. Looking at their options for what the future would look like, there was no way Denali wanted to become a soldier in the Serpents, or a capo having to look after those in the ranks beneath them, much to their parents dismay and pressure for her to follow the path and legacy they'd built with the other founding families. This really birthed a whole shit ton of arguments between Denali and Andres, mostly, and screaming matches between the teen and her parents, deeming her as the problem child.. Though, things became even more clear when on his deathbed, their dad named Lucky as the head of their family.

If she'd joined the Serpents, Denali would just be working as a dog for years without seeing much reward or satisfaction, so they set out to live for themself instead. Going to college granted them much more freedom, continuing their education in tech as it'd been something they'd already picked up years ago from hardware taking things apart and putting them back together, to software coding and ethical hacking that quickly became highly unethical.. Becoming part of the Syndicate's wasn't part of Nali's plan but something they'd stumbled upon. Maybe Denali accepted a job or two from them, the pay was good, really good. And well, the rest is history.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;

Okay so right now this is what I can come up with on the spot but I'm down to brainstorm with people

Ex Childhood friends, besties, whatever. Esp from other founding families since they'd know each other? Maybe no longer friends due to being in different gangs

Ex partner / situationship -- I'm thinking someone in the serpents that was tasked/urged to get into a relationship with Nali to get them to stay and become loyal to the Serpents. Something her dad would've set up before he died, it was a messy breakup too, we can plot whether your character did like Denali or not. Idk we can have fun figuring it out -TAKEN

Hookups, friends, enemies

[morningsmistya]

(ADRIA ARJONA, CIS WOMAN, SHE / HER) Oh, is that NATALIE ALVAREZ? I heard the TWENTY EIGHT year old is METICULOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also WITHDRAWN. Makes sense seeing how they are a CAPO in the THE SERPENTS gang. (r!!)

regarding ; ꒰ surface level ꒱

name : natalie alvarez

age : twenty eight years old

gender : cis woman

pronouns : she / her

height : five feet, seven inches

tattoos : none

piercings : ears

sexuality : bisexual / biromantic

relationship status : single

faceclaim : adria arjona

regarding ; ꒰ history ꒱

birthday : may 2nd.

zodiac sign : taurus.

place of birth : manhattan, new york

parents : both dead.

siblings : none.

criminal record : redacted.

regarding ; ꒰ tidbits ꒱

natalie or "nat" to people she's incredibly close to, is a force to be reckoned with. she's not one to tolerate bullshit or deal with fools. if she has a problem with someone, she'll happily let them know.

while she's reserved when it comes to personal matters, she still has an outgoing / lively personality. she knows how to have a good time, and she loves to keep herself entertained.

natalie hasn't had a serious relationship in years. she stopped seeing people on a more serious / authentic level after her engagement was broken off 5 years ago for reasons she still doesn't understand. her fiance just up and left her one day without explanation, and she hasn't been able to locate him since to find answers. this is something she hasn't let go of, despite everyone in her life suggesting she should.

she's been with the serpents for about half of her life now. her loyalty to them hasn't wavered a single time. she's cold, calculating and ruthless when it comes to her position within the gang. she would not hesitate to take out any threats or traitors. she's got the ability to kill in cold blood without thinking twice.

she started off smaller in the gang, but her determination and resourcefulness proved to be an asset, so she was able to rise through the ranks quite easily.

she takes her position seriously, and doesn't take it for granted or exploit it. nat's serious when it comes to the gang, and she's made that known to everyone. her loyalty has stood the test of time.

she has a heart somewhere inside of her generally frosty demeanor, but between the death of her parents and the disappearance of her fiance, she has kept it closely locked away within her chest. she doesn't like letting emotions in.

she loves to hook up, though. she definitely has her fair share of flings. some, she's only been with once, others, she just keeps going back to.

nat's ruthless when she needs to be, and understanding when she allows herself to be. she can be a little impulsive at times. it all depends on the situation at hand, really.

natalie's got a sweet tooth and a love for the luxurious things in life. she adores being doted on and spoiled, and she isn't shy about announcing that. she's a woman who always knows what she wants.

regarding ; ꒰ potential connections / general ideas ꒱

okay hear me out, her ex fiance showing up ( so a new char bc yesss ) OR ... alternatively, someone who had him killed without her knowledge. THE DRAMA FOR EITHER OF THESE WOULD BE INSANE. ( filled by redacted )

some former hook ups cause why not

some current hook ups as well oops

enemies !! this says enough for itself . she's not very soft so she definitely has enemies

best friend ( likely within the serpents since she's been there forever )

enemies with a hell of a lot of s*xual tension please just so they can one day have v heated s*x ( i'm shameless )

someone who looks up to her for whatever reason. maybe they admire her cunningness or ability to kill someone without blinking ? who knows !

ex she had before the fiance !

honestly open to anything / everything let's plot !

[theworldofv]

Meet V Walsh:

NAME: V “Ronnie” Walsh

AGE: Thirty

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Liz Gillies

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde-Brown

HEIGHT: 5'7"

DATE OF BIRTH: October 31st, 1994.

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Associates in Psych (never finished to get her BS)

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: None

OCCUPATION: Arms Dealer

GANG AFFILIATION: Crimson

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, New York City.

ANY FAMILY: Her Daughter.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Kind, Determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Vengeful, Cold

tw: parent death, abuse, alcholism, assault

TLDR:

Her story is triggery so in case you don't want to read the whole thing

Meet V, she's a Crimson arms dealer. Raised in the Manhattan she was no stranger to violence as she saw it first hand Having loat her mother she had to think about only family she really had left. The plan wasnt to leave or even fight. However she had entered flight or fight mode. Next thing she knows he was on the ground and without checking his pulse, she ran. With a friends’ help she entered Brooklyn and worked into a Crimson arms dealer, leaving the life she knew behind. She's extremely loyal and kind to those good to her but very vindictive and cold when crossed. She's very sarcastic and stubborn and often rarely knows when to ask for help.

Story:

Born and Raised in Manhattan, NY. She was born to a mother who she hoped wanted to love her dearly but loved the bottom of a bottle more and a father who hoped for a son and he made it known.

At 5 years old she was introduced to the violence. Something she assumed was only in tv shows. The more they fought, the more her mom drank which caused more fighting.

Around age 10, the house was cold and cruel, she wondered if it was ever vibrant and safe. The violence now was turned on to her. She wasn't just seeing it, see was living it and with no one to turn tbshe learned the only person she could count on was herself.

At 15 she gained a daughter, this created a sudden change in her. She now had a reason to fight. She was determined to fight. Her sister needed her and they had a bond like no other. Her being born caused a change she would go through whatever hardship and wall to protect her from the people who should be doing the protecting.

At 16, she entered dual enrollment to get her psych degree and hopefully plan to leave. Recognizing violence is the the only thing she knows she wonder is it a nature vs nurture thing. Was she doomed to repeat it?

Tragedy struck once more at 18, her mom passed. Part of her was happy that her mother was a peace, the other part will always grieve for the mother she didn't receive but always wanted.

By 20 she received her associates. Then one rainy night is when things came to a head at home. She is not sure what triggered it. Was it the graduation or something happened but a fight broke out. She wanted to believe she didn't mean to hurt him, she wanted to believe it wasn't in her. All she knew was she had a weapon in her hand and he was on the floor.

She hopped in her car with the family she only knew and any money she could find. “I need your help.” She said as she called a friend in Brooklyn who she knew would help.

Being introduced to Crimson through her friend, she gained a type of family and friends she never knew existed. The type of loyalty they had for each other she wasn't used to it, she still isn't. However she knows she would do anything for them and she knows vice versa.

She works as a arms dealer, she likes to be believe she's good at what she knows primarily because of her history.

Connections:

I'm bad at this so everything is welcomed.

[rachelsfm]

(ALICIA VIKANDER, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that RACHEL SLATER? I heard they THIRTY-FOUR year old is RESILIENT. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a JOURNALIST. (ruby, 21+, est, she/her)

trigger warnings for alcohol abuse, pregnancy and abortion mention, depression and trauma mention

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦.

name: rachel slater

nickname: slater

fc: alicia vikander

age: thirty-four

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

birthplace: manhattan, ny

education: graduated from vassar with a degree in media studies

career: journalist

traits: resilient, cunning, adaptable, hedonistic, self-destructive, guilt-ridden, selfish

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬.

father: richard slater, (retired) real estate mogul previously associated with the serpents

mother: margot slater, housewife & socialite

brother: name tbd, affiliated with the serpents

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧.

her family is old money. her father is a real estate mogul who laundered for the serpents before he retired and moved to long island. her mother is a socialite who is superficial and status-obsessed. she also has a brother.

she grew up in a pressure-cooker household, forced to keep family secrets and meet high academic and social expectations. she faced constant criticism about her appearance, behavior, and academic performance from her parents. which was a joke bc her parents themselves were horrible people.

she did well academically, thriving(??) under pressure but developing unhealthy habits. she was the girl you'd see in the library furiously typing away with two empty coffee cups and dark circles that could rival a raccoon. if a paper was due at midnight, she submitted it at 11:59. if there was a final, you better believe she was showing up looking like she hadn’t showered or combed her hair in days. yet somehow, she always got a's. as she got older, her coping mechanisms turned much more self-destructive. drinking, chain-smoking cigarettes, and short-lived messy flings.

she was always big on writing and got into journalism after deciding to write for the school paper. since then, it’s been her passion. she wants to uncover truths, especially since she grew up surrounded by her dad’s criminal activity and corruption.

she attended vassar college and then moved to chicago.

her chicago era: [REDACTED] but i can tell you that she found herself back here at age thirty.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧.

she works for the daily news, reporting on crime.

she does and always has used questionable and unethical tactics to gather information like manipulating or seducing sources, misrepresenting her identity or intentions, using fake credentials, bribery, trespass, or blackmail. rachel isn’t a good person. but she’s also not an evil or malicious person. she's simply one-track-minded, telling herself the ends justify the means.

her personal life is just as messy. rachel is constantly searching for something to fill an emptiness inside of her (hint: it’s depression and trauma) and in this search, she often does impulsive, selfish shit. drunkenly sleeping with a friend's ex or boyfriend. being an irresponsible or unreliable friend. self-sabotoging. ghosting because she can't handle her emotions in a relationship. shit like that. like, before she left for chicago she ghosted her boyfriend bc she got pregnant and couldn't deal. that's rachel. a runner. an avoider. she got an abortion and has avoided him ever since.

when confronted you'd think by her attitude that she doesn't care, but then she'll duck into a bathroom and cry and down a fifth of vodka. rachel is the queen of a pity party. she truly regrets a lot of mistakes she’s made. they weigh heavy on her mind. yet she can’t seem to stop making them!!!! and even when she has good intentions, she feels like she always comes out as the bad guy in the end.

she drinks too much. frequent at any bar, regardless of gang affiliation. ivs black coffee. looks like she's allergic to a comb most of the time.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.

her brother. i'm putting a wc in soon but if you'd be interested hmu. not too many specifics except they don't get along, as he followed in his father's criminal footsteps

an ex-friend she fucked over

drinking buddy

the ex she ghosted after college

a source in a gang

a forbidden hookup/relationship/situationship...maybe bc they're in a gang and it'd look bad if they're seen with a journalist

someone rachel is using for information. she's leading them along in some way...friendship, sex, etc. to pump them for information

or! someone using her in some way

unlikely friendships

someone she pissed off in the past with a story

angst! drama! debauchery!