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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.

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, too busy being a leader to even think about raising a child and so she gave baby Mina to a distant family member to raise. She still sees the child regularly but everyone believes Miray is her auntie and not her mother.

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.

[billieblackwclls]

INTRODUCING / *

Oh, is that WILHELMINA “BILLIE” BLACKWELL? I heard they THIRTY��year old is AMBITIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also VINDICTIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian who works as a CORPORATE LAWYER.

CASE

BASICS

birth name: wilhelmina "billie" eleanor blackwell. nicknames: billie — preferred name, bill, will, willie, mina — exclusive to her mother. age: 30. date of birth: may 15th. sign: taurus. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. status: engaged — gabriel gallo.

PHYSICALITY

hair: dark, wavy, always well trimmed and styled in public. often in a bun at home. eyes: brown. height: 5'6". tattoos: small cherry blossoms across her right hip bone, with a sparrow sitting on the branch. piercings: her two earlobes. two on her left helix. bellybutton. closed nose piercing.

PERSONALITY

positive: ambitious, loyal, resilient, resourceful. negative: vindictive, judgmental, impatient, stubborn. likes: cats, flowers, old cameras, sweet coffee, the scratch sound of a well used record. dislikes: letterboxd users, fishes, waking up late, cold temperature that leaves her shivering, slow walkers. temperament: sanguine. alignment: chaotic neutral. element: earth.

STORY

product of mutual affairs between an hypocrite humble beginnings mother and hotshot manhattan businessman, fate would have it that the least fit of the two would carry her to term, and keep her for the best part of her life.

for nothing short of two decades, the young billie would juggle between school, hobbies and identity crisis, unknowingly shaping herself into someone that did not want others calling the shots for her anymore. she grows up to know what she likes, what she doesn't, and what she wants to become. the only problem is, she only ever knew about half of herself.

the sad truth is, billie had been raised by someone who did not want to see her live up to her full potential. maybe it was resentment of a broken promise, the failure of her own marriage the bastard daughter brought, or that becoming a full time single mom could just be too overwhelming and she was trying her damn best. whatever it was, choices were made about keeping who billie's father was from her, and kept at bay from the island to make sure she wouldn't come face to face with a man that did want her to be part of his family. the potential she possessed, the ambition she showed, it could never be fully expanded on, not while she was living under the roof of a woman who would teach her to not ask questions, to restrain her moves.

but the more she grew, the less her mother's restrictions stopped her from doing her own research, coming up with her own conclusions until she finally confronted her about it, 'lost' birth certificate in hand. the man in all the wedding pictures wasn't the deadbeat dad she thought she had, but rather an unrelated man victim of her mother's infidelities.

the truth finally broke out only ten years ago. which had been the last night she spoke to her mother willingly. there are pills harder to swallow than others, but this is one billie doesn't think she'll ever stomach.

finding herself on the blackwells' doorsteps, she is surprised to see the man had known about her all of this time, and how happy he was that she finally knew as well. he had promised her mother to not interfere if that was her wish, but he still wanted to be kept informed of his daughter.

he offers shelter for a while, but she does have college to attend. law had never really been an obvious choice, but it's false to say she didn't have a knack to become a hell of a lawyer. from research to closing arguments, it's a full fleshed world of ambition she can bite into. her father is the opposite of her mother, he won't dim that fire in her. maybe it's to buy her, but the tuition being paid in full is something she isn't stupid to refuse.

it's in those learning years that she's put in gabriel gallo's path. nothing of a straightforward one, she's too far gone into his pretty eyes when it becomes evident he is related to the gallos of the criminal world. she'd make a pretty bad lawyer if she did not know of the infamous gangs roaming new york. maybe it's why they call it off, definitely not why they try again. and off again. and on again. maybe, with the promise of the ring on her finger, the fated cycle will come to a definite answer. after all, she's never loved someone the way she loves him, no one's ever understood her the way he does, no one can give her what he gives.

and thank god for her sharp tongue when the character and fitness process creeps its nose between her and the final step to being administrated into the bar. of course her relationship is brought up, and she's never had more fun to shut down whispers and rumors that implied she would be unfit for lawful practices.

years later, maybe they were right to doubt. she loves her firm, likes the other partners enough, and closes the best clients without ever resorting to breaking the law she enjoys putting down. on paper, she's squeaky clean. it's the unofficial business that could sully her name if she's not careful. it started with a favor, not by loyalty to his gang, but to him. now, it's not rare to see her down the station to pick up a poor stray with a revoked bail, or striking deal out of blackmail to shorten one's sentence to mere days.

tl;dr — billie is a bronx born and bred bastard who made her entry into the manhattan lifestyle only a decade ago after finding out her real father was a big businessman on the island. with a career in law, she is not all that lawful, but that's just what being associated with a notorious name within the gangs of the state will do to you. shark in court, her bite is even deadlier behind closed doors, not a deal she hasn't been able to close since she started as a corporate associate, now partner at her current firm. sort of associated with the serpents, although definitely not a part of them.

[nerodifiore]

──── 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔 .

𝐚𝐠𝐞. thirty. 𝐣𝐨𝐛. arms dealer for the crimsons gang, businessman. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. he’s got his sights open, anyone who can keep up.

──── 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 .

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞; knows what he wants and how to get it. 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧��𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞, but cross him once, and you’re cut for good. 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 and wealth, but patient enough to wait for the right moment. no apologies, no explanations; 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 anything except his crew.

──── 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 .

blue-gray eyes that don’t miss a thing, always watching, calculating. dirty blonde hair, sharp and stylish when he wants, a little rougher when it suits him. toned body covered in intricate, dark tattoos; a mix of rebellion and a reminder of his past that contrasts with his otherwise polished exterior. he fits in everywhere—from boardrooms in tailored suits to back alleys in leather jackets.

──── 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 .

nero grew up with his mother, an italian-american woman who worked herself to the bone, picking up jobs and shifts wherever she could—waitressing, cleaning, whatever kept food on the table, never complaining, never showing it, but he felt it, learned early that survival wasn't a handout. now she's gone, taken from him too soon, in a way that just don't sit right. nero don't talk about it, don't let it show, but it's there—keepin' him awake at night, drivin' him forward by day, a promise he's got no intention of lettin' go. 

his father is just another ghost in the background, a CEO of one of those big name corps, but in reality just an old man who don’t know nero exists, and that’s exactly how he wants it—for now. just let the old man sit in his high-rise office, baskin’ in his empty reputation. nero’s got his own timeline, his own moves, and when the time’s right, he’ll make sure the old man knows precisely who’s pullin’ the strings. 

his real family came from the streets—from when they were just kids, really, barely keepin' their heads above water and figuring out how to make it from one day to the next. watchin' each other's backs, splitting scraps—a loyalty that ran thicker than blood. then came that night—the one that shoulda been the end. nero saw a way out. It was a bold and reckless plan. but they pulled it off, pulled all of 'em outta the fire, came out with enough to do more than just survive. they finally had somethin' to build on and created an empire brick by brick.

[xminxvs]

(DREW STARKEY, CIS MAN, HE / HIM) Oh, is that OLIVER “OLLIE” HART? I heard the TWENTY-FIVE year old is LOYAL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also SPITEFUL. Makes sense seeing how they are a HACKER in the SYNDICATE gang.

aesthetic .

data breaching - attack, several reflections stare back at him through a crack mirror, eating cereal out of a mug, adonis belt peeking out from under his baggy hoody, fingers used as combs, clover and smoke lingering behind him, stress smoking, the dim glow from computer screens before they shutdown, playing i spy with big brother.

statistics .

name . oliver carter hart.

name meaning . the olive tree in biblical terms.

nicknames . ollie, bugs / bunny ( hackers only ), lightning rod ( if you want to piss him off ).

birthday + age . april 8th, 1999 + twenty5.

birth place . new jersey.

current residence . manhattan, new york.

gender + pronouns . cis man + he / him / they.

orientation . bisexual. chaotic bisexual. biromantic.

status . single.

alignment . syndicate. his sister and twin.

gang . syndicate.

occupation . hacker & firefighter.

language(s) . english. russian. japanese. some mandarin.

personality .

positive traits . loyal + smart + observation + persistent.

negative traits . spiteful - impulsive - sarcastic - anxiety.

mbti . entp.

moral alignment . chaotic neutral.

prone to violence . yes.

appearance .

faceclaim . drew starkey.

voice claim . drew starkey.

eyes . blue.

hair . dirty blonde. he's got the 90s curtain bangs, short-medium length hair. here. pretty much his hair styled in season 2 obx.

dominant hand . ambidextrous.

height . 6'1

tattoos . two black bands around his left forearm, one stands for his older sister ( with her date of birth ) and the other for his twin brother ( with his date of birth ). lola's pawprint on his foot ( so, she's always walking with him ).

piercings . he has his right ear pierced but doesn't always wear an earring in it.

notable features . lightning strike scarring mark ( faint now but still noticeable ) on the left side of his body, here.

family .

mother . alexa.

father . marshall.

older sister . avery hart.

older twin . tba.

pet . lola, 2 years old, his baby girl. he's a very proud dog owner, she's even been featured in the fireman calendar and even the mascot of the fire station. the reason he brought her was because he's a firefighter and thought it was only fitting.

character study .

triggers : divorce, fire, lightning, coma

early life to be added.

he tried to be a good kid for his mother but it never came easy for the youngest hart, especially when he started to attend school. he'd get into fights of the slightest of things, it would continue throughout school - it started as him protecting his older brother and then switched to him looking after the little guy ( especially the nerds and geeks ), just in general fighting for no good bloody reason.

it was the nerds that befriended him, that's where he learned coding and everything else in between, he felt at home behind a computer screen. he was fourteen when he hacked into the new jersey police vault for information on a serial killer at the time... and never got caught.

and easy hack at sixteen would be when he got on the syndicate's radar. they mistake his brother for him. they would get him cornered one day when he skipped school to hack into the hackers' gang just for a thrill...

and pretty much he was picked up by them. he's been in the thick of it since then, though due to being underage he was doing things at his home or school when he went.

at seventeen, he left. ( visited his brother and mother when he could )

moving to manhattan when he was able too which was his senior year of high school as he decided to drop out completely, a move out of spite towards his father for splitting up their family.

and the spiteful thing he is, he became a firefighter.

yes, he still blames his father to this day for ruining their family, taking his sister away from him and his brother.

he was trying to be a good person... but maybe that shoe never truly fit him.

[ secret redacted ]

trigger warning start : fire + lightning + coma.

it happened a year ago, the accident that truly re-wired him.

a nasty storm swept over new york city on one eventful friday night, though it wasn't just a typical rainstorm it was full of lightning and rolling of thunder. there a fire on the top of some building complex, he strapped in on the ladder and went up like it was routine as it was for him.

at the top of the ladder, he was checking if there was any sign of life in the building but there wasn't from where he could see and before he could radio down, he was struck by lightning, he fell off the ladder...

he dangled there for the longest time.

though not to his knowledge, he was told at a later date about how no one could go up straight way to grab him down. so, ollie would slip into a coma from the volts coursing through his body, slowed his heart and short circuited his brain it seemed.

he was in his coma for a few weeks.

trigger warning end : fire + lightning + coma.

he came to the conclusion the world is a shitty place. everything is shitty to an extent, he was being drained physically and emotionally by being a firefighter ( though rewarding ) but it was eating his life source... and being in the gang seemed less shitty.

so, ollie took less shifts with the department, everyone believed it to be trauma from the accident. and gave himself over to the syndicate more and more.

canons .

he used to be a true crime fanatic... still is sometimes when he gets bored.

he's a high school dropout and after being taught basic code, he was all self-taught.

if anyone asks about the time he spent in his coma, he'll say he can't remember anything but he does though it may be hazy it's nothing good, it was a reality warping nightmare.

connections .

left-hand : donovan welsh.

sister : avery hart.

twin brother : tba hart.

sugar mummy or daddy : give him someone to spend money on him, it can be secret especially if they have gang ties. they're using each other and the both of them know it, probably neither care.

hook-ups : everyone needs someone to keep them warm at night ;) 0/3

allies : from other gangs, they hold a common respect for one another and will keep things civil. 1/2 jason macavoy.

ride or die : give him a bestie !

[katgallo]

(KRISTINE FROSETH JOY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that KATERINA GALLO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is VIVACIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also FOOLHARDY. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a DANCER AT SEDUCTION.

full name: katerina cecelia gallo

nicknames: kat, kitty, kit-kat

age: 26

dob: june 17

zodiac: gemini

hometown: manhattan, nyc

occupation: dancer at seduction strip club

gender: cis woman

sexuality: heterosexual

parents: vincenzo & isabella gallo

siblings: grace gallo, griffin gallo, jordan gallo

gang affiliation: none

background

tw: substance abuse, alcohol, underage drinking, drugs

katerina gallo was born before her mother even had a chance to recover fully from twin boys. kat was a difficult pregnancy, a fussy baby. she feels like her parents never really liked her; never wanted her. they had their eldest daughter and twin heirs by the time she came along. where did she fit in?

she was a precocious child. hyper. talkative. loud…literally no volume control. she was sensitive. a family that didn’t bat an eye at bloodshed. and then there was kat, refusing to kill a spider. she marched to her own beat. and boy was she talkative; a neverending stream of consciousness. a compulsive oversharer in a crime family? not ideal.

her parents essentially ignored her, only really acknowledging her to shush her or yell at her for embarrassing them. for talking too much or not getting good grades.

she felt a lack of love and acceptance at home so she sought it out elsewhere. the attention-starved girl was desperate for belonging and validation. she had a near-pathological need to fit in. to be liked. loved even. she was a textbook people pleaser and a follower, not assertive like one would expect of a gallo. she was surprisingly nice, really just wanting friends.

despite the lack of parental acceptance, katerina grew up doused in privilege. she was a private school girl who wanted for nothing materially. more than anything, though, she just wanted to be loved. which is why she was constantly putting on a show for others, always a social butterfly, always endearing and popular.

one of the first girls in her grade to wear makeup and hiked up her uniform skirt so high that the headmaster called home about it. she lived for the attention. she was never afraid to go into a closet with a boy to play 7 minutes in heaven. it felt like love. she quickly gained a reputation for being “fast” as she got older, but she just rolled with it and let a lot of shitty boys come and go from her life. she became a partier, using drinking and drugs to escape from reality. to have fun. to fit in. nothing the other rich kids weren't doing, but it was certainly not the behavior of a gallo. still, her parents didn't send her away. they just continued to ignore her, push her to the side and look at her with shame. they didn't even seem to even have hopes for her. like she was nothing to them.

at eighteen, kat impulsively ran away. for a bit, she lived out of hotels. always booked the cheapest room but she’d buy her own sheets from the local bed bath and beyond because she is a rich girl at heart. more often than not, she’d find someone at a bar to go home with just to have a comfy bed and warm shower. she’d steal their food. literally steal from their fridge. it was all very…not glamorous. which is why she returned home.

after her little independence stint, she struggled to find her way in this city. she was never meant for her family’s lifestyle and business. but she was never particularly academic. not driven or ambitious. she did , however, like the feeling of all eyes on her. and so she ended up with a job at seduction.

personality

+ endearing, kind-hearted, vivacious, loquacious, fun-loving, agreeable, good-listener, sociable, nonjudgmental

- attention-seeking, clingy, foolhardy, vacuous, mercurial, unctuous, impulsive, reckless, hedonistic, uncouth

chaotic good. despite her upbringing and the violence in the city, she still wakes up every morning and relentlessly chooses to see the good in others.

believes in being kinder than necessary. she knows what it's like to feel alone so she doesn’t want others to feel that way. as such, she’s a great listener. you could talk about yourself for 3 hours straight and she’d let you.

presents as very ostentatious and shameless...i mean, she's a stripper. she's not exactly modest or shy. but people are surprised to find a bubbly and sweet girl beneath the body glitter and makeup.

feeds stray cats religiously. doesn’t kill bugs. grows her own herbs and mushrooms.

she is incredibly impulsive and short-sighted. she gives the people that love her a run for their money. like, she doesn’t think twice about accepting an offer to go to a random party in the worst part of the city with some guy she barely knows. girl lacks judgment sometimes. her last name offers her a certain level of protection and thank god for that.

she’s not involved in the gang but she works at seduction and she’s a gallo. so despite being clean technically, she’s not oblivious to the gangs and underworld of the city. she just doesn’t want a part of it despite being born into it.

wanted

[kaiapierce]

(MADISON BAILEY, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that KAIA PIERCE? I heard the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is DEBONAIR. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also BLUNT. Makes sense seeing how they are a CON ARTIST in the CRIMSONS gang.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Kaia Anastasia Pierce

NICKNAME(S): Kai

AGE: Twenty-Eight

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Ashley Moore

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′8″

DATE OF BIRTH: March 23rd

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries

HOGWARTS HOUSE:

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist / Con Artist

HOMETOWN: Hartford, CT

CHARACTER HISTORY

Growing up Kaia came from a family that was always comfortable. No super extravagant mansions, but a large house with not a lot of want for anything.

She was a little lazy in school, doodling in notebooks and batting her eyelashes for the notes she missed later.

She started pulling off small cons out of boredom, doing them for the sole fact of wanting to see if she could pull them off. She would use her skill of art to make counterfeit art, selling blank cds and passing them off as dvds, you name it, and that was just the beginning.

Kaia liked having her own source of income and got off on the thrill of possibly being caught.

She loved to travel and a trip to New York landed her in the sights of The Crimsons. A pulled off scam, though once it was realized they sought her out, giving her a new home and opportunity which granted her place to extend her stay.

She’s been in New York for three years now, occupying the time she doesn’t spend fooling someone with on again off again romances and flings with no strings. Back in her teenage years she got fucked over pretty badly, getting stuck in a toxic relationship and she hasn’t allowed herself to be sucked into anything that serious since.

Her love of art has stuck with her and her passion landed her the ownership of Crossing Fine Lines tattoo parlor, allowing herself to create her own works of art rather than copy what’s already out in the world.

[zoeynash]

ZOEY NASH. TWENTY-SIX. PARALEGAL.

FULL NAME: zoey nash.

NICKNAME(S): zo zo.

AGE:  twenty-six.

DATE OF BIRTH: march 14, 1998.

PLACE OF BIRTH: nashville, tennessee.

CURRENT LOCATION: new york city, new york.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic.

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION: paralegal.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: currently staying at the velvet oasis until she finds more permanent housing.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  madison bailey.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: light brown (sometimes darker), usually worn down in waves or in a messy bun.

EYE COLOR: brown.

EYESIGHT:  perfect vision in right eye but slightly blurry vision in her left after an accident.

HEIGHT:  five foot, nine inches.

WEIGHT:  one hundred and twenty-five pounds.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: flower on her foot.

PIERCINGS: ears, belly.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual (when she's home), business casual (when she's at work).

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): mild depression, anxiety.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: pineapple.

SLEEPING HABITS: she barely gets three hours of sleep a night. her mind does not quit racing so she spends most nights tossing and turning.

EATING HABITS: cooking is her love language. she will be the first to bring you a home-cooked meal or freshly baked cookies.

SOCIABILITY: she can make friends with just about anyone. she is the mother type within friend groups and the one everyone turns to to lay out their burdens.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: depends on her mood.

ALCOHOL USE: usually socially but often times more on days when her work life is heavy.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: rebecca nash.

FATHER: jason nash. (deceased)

STEP FATHER: hector aguilar.

CHILDREN: none.

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

SIBLING(S): max aguilar (brother), two sisters.

BIOGRAPHY.

trigger warning: abuse

zoey was the youngest of the nash children. the last child that her father had before his untimely death just weeks after she was born. her mother left with the burden of raising three children on her own made it her mission to find someone to replace her late husband. eventually, hector aguilar came into their lives bringing his son, max, along with them. zoey immediately became attached to max - more so than who would soon become her step father.

from a young age, zoey learned how to become part of the background. she was never fussy, always did what she was told, and made sure that she helped out max as much as possible. she could tell the burdens that he had to carry even if she didn't know just how much he did.

zoey stayed in nashville until she finished high school and then found herself moving to utah with her best friend. she needed to get away and what better way than a fresh start. in utah, she got into community college at salt lake city community where she studied paralegal studies. two years later, she graduated and got her degree where she started working for a lawyers office in the city.

this is where zoey had met zach and they began dating. it was tumultuous and toxic from the beginning but it was passionate and endearing at the same time. she made excuses over and over again for the things that zach would do to her until one night things went too far. she ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and she knew that she had to leave.

soon after, she found herself in new york city where she knew max was staying and has been there for only a few days. she's staying at the velvet oasis until she can get on her feet.

[dcvinxlevine]

(KENDRICK SAMPSON, CISMALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that DEVIN MADDOX LEVINE? I heard the THIRTY-ONE year old is ADAPTABLE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RESENTFUL. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEAD RECRUITER in the SYNDICATE gang. penned by m.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Devin Maddox Levine

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Dev, Maddox, Mads, Max, Cipher

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Dev, Max

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  August, 9, 1993

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  thirty-one

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cismale

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  he/him

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dark brown/black

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: hazel

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: tba.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: tbd.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: tbd.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  demiromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  pansexual

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Caleb and Layla Levine (parents)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  n/a

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: single

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:  take what you want by post malone ft. ozzy osbourne & travis scott

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: tba.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

triggers: sexual assault tw, murder tw, child neglect tw

The first seven years of his life were by far the happiest he'd ever remember. Both his parents took on the responsibility of taking care for another life when they were too young to be able to even care for themselves. It was hard, it took a lot of work and patience, but all they ever needed to brighten up their darkest days was a single smile from their little boy.

Devin grew up in a simple household; a run-down apartment in South Bronx was the best his parents could afford at that time, so that's where he grew up. His mother worked at a hair salon, which allowed her to take care for Devin or take him to work with her, while his father would pick up random jobs in hopes of making it up the ladder. Only it happened to be the fastest and surest way to get him killed.

At seven, coming home from school, Devin walked up to a sight he'd never forget. His mother lying on the floor, her clothes ripped, a pillow pressed against her face while a thug forced himself on her. Another man holding his father at gun point in the background, forcing him to watch as his wife is violently assaulted. That picture is forever engraved into Devin's brain, the shock of it making him go silent for the years to come. The ring of a shot gun keeping him awake at night as well as his mother's silent screams.

Despite the efforts of numerous psychologists, the damage been done to his fragile psyche was irreversable. From a good student, Devin crashed down to the bottom. He entered the system but no family wanted to adopt a child with his amount of mental and emotional baggage, even if not much was known about his past. They just assumed. There was a man, though, who came in frequently, checked up on him, paid for some of his therapy sessions (while he still agreed on them or rather while they still could force him into going). Devin never knew who he was or what his connection to his parents' death was until later in life.

As a teenager, Devin started acting up. All this silent rage building up inside of him finally came to the surface. He'd still refuse to talk much, but he'd often get into fights with other kids. He'd start getting mixed up with the wrong crowds, running away and not coming back for days, sometimes weeks, until he needed money. He'd steal or find other ways to get money and keep living on his own as best as possible. He was fifteen when he got recruited into the Syndicate. Back then the gang was still small and desperate to establish its roots in NYC by pumping some fresh blood into its rows. There was a man who saw potential where so many others had only seen tragedy. He gave young Devin purpose when he'd long lost one and some sort of affection, which had missed from his life for a long time, too.

Devin soon proved he had both the skills to be an equal part as a hacker and someone who had the approach with people. The man, who basically took him under his wing from day one, made sure he got good education. Later, Devin infiltrate a few firms worldwide, working as a programmer and using his job as a cover to bring in more people into the Syndicate.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

Little known fact is that he has PhD in Sociology and Psychology.

He has trained numerous martial arts.

[ofenzos]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 ... 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 .

 Oh, is that LORENZO ‘ENZO’ MORETTI? I heard the TWENTY SIX year old is MAGNANIMOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also WAYWARD. Makes sense seeing how they are an INFORMANT in the SERPENTS gang. 

full name: lorenzo ' enzo ' moretti . age: twenty six . date of birth: february 1st. gender: cis male . sexuality: bisexual / biromantic . status: single . positive: loyal, charismatic, kind, extroverted, comforting, attentive, empathetic, romantic . negative: regretful, self-sabotaging, paranoid, pessimist . aesthetics: eyes that seem to read your every thought, ringed fingers clinking against a beer bottle, travelling the whole world but never finding home, heart pounding under the influence of tonight's drug of choice, impulsive propositions that flash like neon signs, the crave of love vs. the crave of chaos.

the morettis thought they were done having kids, with dante and ella rounding out the perfect family. enzo was a mistake, an after thought, and although that felt shit at times - it did grant him a freedom from expectation and legacy.

growing up, he was pretty naive to any disruption that his family caused people. it was just always normal for him, his version of reality completely warped by the luxury he was brought up in.

lorenzo never embodied the same power his father did, or dante. he's more of an understated leader - smart and extroverted, but also a listener and willing to follow and relent if that's what's needed to succeed.

with access to the best education, enzo sailed through school with ease and got a place in columbia university majoring in english language and literature. it was an obvious choice, with enzo's obsession with reading and escape through books. he'd always had an underground dream of being a writer.

although seemingly having his shit together, he's still very much a product of his environment. the untouchable element of his last name leading him to nights spent partying, wasted and high, enjoying the feeling of people around him.

after graduation, enzo travelled for a few years. sometimes solo, sometimes with friends. dart thrown at a map to decide his next destination. he never really felt like he belonged anywhere, not in new york and not anywhere else that he visited. as a romantic, it felt natural that his home would one day end up being a person, instead.

he's been back full time for the past two years, all roads bringing him back to the city. as an informant in the serpents, settling into a routine that his father approved of and rooting himself to one place for the first time in years. his father's death has rocked him, the seemingly untouchable feeling of being a moretti suddenly feeling vulnerable. enzo has been mostly trying to support his mother, and process his grief in a city where his father was a massively controversial figure.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

lorenzo has dozens of journals that he filled in on his travels, detailing the people he met and the places he's been. he's never let anyone look at these.

he's an amazing cook, and will always be willing to make something for the people he loves.

by nature, he's more of a relationship guy than a hook up guy. he's known to get attached, which he likes to avoid because of the vulnerability.

has published poems in anthologies under a pseudonym.

growing up, he always threw a birthday party on the night of 31st jan as a joint ' we made it through the first month of the year ' party.

[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.

[saccharinexvenom]

" and oh, my tongue is a weapon . "

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aesthetics.

a venus fly trap closing around its prey. the raw instinct to survive. all you have is lies. secrets held close to the heart. sharp tongue and even sharper mind. the taste of bourbon on the tongue. the kiss of death upon a cheek.

basics.

full name. dakota holbrook ( or is it )  nicknames. dakota, kota, koa  gender. male  pronouns. he/him  sexuality. it's 2024, who cares for labels  age. thirty-five  date birth. unknown  zodiac sign. unknown  traits. meticulous, deceitful current location. new york city  occupation. con-artist for the crimsons

appearance.

face claim. richard madden voice claim. richard madden, in various roles, because dakota loves to change his voice & accent as he pleases  height. 5'10 piercings. none, he has the scars from piercings done when he was young  tattoos. none, he can't afford to be remembered like that other distinguish features. have you seen his cute lil smile  style. this wholly depends upon the mark, whether or not he's in one role or another. this man can go from looking like a downtrodden individual to your sugar daddy in a flash

biography.

you had been born in canada, just over the border. or no ... you had been born in the bustle of seattle, the heart of washington state. or had it been the midwest, some podunk town that no one had likely ever heard of ? save for those other poor souls that had been born there, and had died there. and had only ever known it's one blinking red light in the middle of town.

you wouldn't know. where you had been born. or even when you had been born. the day had always seemed to change as the years had slipped by. one hot june day, your mother would show up with an ice cream cake. some of it already melted. and a single candle carelessly placed on top. then, in the dead of winter, she would come bearing a cake with someone else's name spelled out in icing. on sale, that's what your mother had told you. on the cake, on your clothes ; with practically everything else in your life.

she had always said that being poor was a frame of mind. that if you believed hard enough, you could be the richest boy in the world. that you could eat all the junk food that you could ever want. have all the nicest toys. if you just believed. you hadn't understood when you were younger that she had been referring to your imagination. that so long as you made up these stories in your mind, that you could be anything that you wanted. that the days old hamburger on your plate was the mac and cheese you had begged her to get from the store. that the teddy bear with its missing eye and arm was a returned soldier from the war.

just as your father had been. or hadn't he been a doctor ? sent off to save those in need in some other country. or was he an astronaut ? and that's why he hadn't written to you in so many years. with his fancy handwriting, and the way he always ended it with ' be good, my boy '. you had tried so hard to always be good for him. because who knows, maybe he had been watching you from the space station. or from one of the many airplanes that soared over your head.

you had been good. for so, so long. you had stayed in the car when your mother had instructed. you hadn't asked questions when she had told you to leave your belongings at the latest motel. you had kept quiet when she urged you. and you never argued with her. not even when you hadn't eaten anything during yet another day. you had been so, so good. until being good had no longer benefitted you.

you had woken in the darkened room of another shoddy motel. through the blinds, you had seen the neon hue of numerous signs. you wouldn't remember how long you stared at them, waiting for your mother to return. you had watched the sun rise. you had watched the sun set. your stomach had gurgled with the want for food. you had gone into the bathroom. you had rushed back into the room at the sound of a door opening. but it had only been the guest in the next room over. so you had gone back to staring at the neon hue of the numerous signs.

you would not remember how long you had waited there. how long you had stared at those signs, wondering when your mother would return. eventually, you had decided that you couldn't wait any longer. and you had finally gone down the stairs of that motel, across the parking lot, and into the small diner. it was there that you would learn what it would take to survive. that a few carefully spoken words would set a plate with a stack of pancakes on it before you. that you would get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, simply because you had said what needed to be said. you had watched the eyes of the woman who had served you. and you had understood that survival had always been at the tip of your tongue.

you had become what it took to survive. from a boy scout selling popcorn, to a newspaper boy. and eventually, when your voice had begun to deepen and your boyish features started to hardened, you became more. you had begun to set your sights on bigger scores. you had batted your eyes at one, you had offered the world to another. you had said you could show them art that would blow their mind. pieces that were saved for only those of an elite status. you had offered them precisely what they had always wanted. because as you had grown up, as you had watched these people from the shadows. you had been able to read them, to see them better than they saw themselves. and you used that to your advantage.

it had only ever taken the right set of words that granted you all that you needed to survive.

[ronansullivan]

Oh, is that RONAN SULLIVAN? I heard the FORTY-TWO year old is SAGACIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also JADED. Makes sense seeing how they are the PRESIDENT of the GHOST RIDERS MC gang.

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full name: ronan james sullivan

nicknames: sully, big sully, prez

faceclaim: jensen ackles

birthdate: november 22nd

alliance: ghost riders mc

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: gang leader

hometown: the bronx, new york.

sexual orientation: straight pan but repressing the shit outta that

relationship status: single, divorced

height: 6"4

gunpowder and cigar smoke, measuring the ingredients for a loaf of bread, a smile like a knife, stretching over a pool table to line up the perfect shot, blood on your hands, stitching patches into leather, feeling at home in the shadows, whiskey burning hot in your chest, calloused fingers and a wicked grin, the sticky table at a local strip joint, a trail of hickeys up your spine, a bar with an old jukebox, scars you won't talk about, an engine so loud it makes your bones shake, stubble burn between your thighs, flipping pancakes on sunday morning, split lips and busted knuckles, never knowing when to back down.

knocked around the bronx with his younger brother for most of their childhood, father was a drunk and a no-good who made their lives hell. as the eldest ronan bore the brunt of the spiteful abuse, drawing the ire away from the rest of the family. uncle was a biker, taught ronan everything he knows about mechanics and mcs.

big sully and little sully were inseparable, climbing the ranks through the mc easily with their loyalty and skills. earning the nicknames pinky and brain. tommy was loveable where, ronan was suspicious and street-smart. he had one finger permanently hooked in his younger brother's collar to keep him out of trouble, which worked maybe 50% of the time.

then he got recruited, the navy sank its claws into him and he lost 5 years to them. returning to find tommy embroiled up to his neck in gang business, having made mess after mess in his absence. sully went back to his old ways, harder and without care this time, trying to stop his brother drowning with one hand and watching his own back with the other.

though he started off scared of fighting, his street brawling and time as a teenager fighting in various ny boxing gyms gave him a good base for training and soon he was near-lethal. the power felt good, the hurt felt good.

sully started spending time behind bars here and there, tommy falling faster, using harder and harder gear. during his longest stint in jail, tommy was fatally shot by cops during a job gone wrong, in the 20 minutes after that phone call ronan added a year to his sentence.

as he dragged details out of people in the months that followed his release, the whole thing didn't make any sense. it just stinks to ronan, the whole situation and even years later he wants to figure out just what actually went down that night. most people think he needs to let it go and that he's making up something to solve since he wasn't there for tommy.

ronan got married, to his on-again off-again girlfriend since high school. their love was all-consuming and real but awful for the people around them, for them both. too much of their time spent screaming in one another's faces and then making up to be tenable.

ronan has this way of making you feel confident, filling you with a sense of assuredness with a grin on your face. over time he started to resent how well he could bolster people: when the world would chew them up just like everybody else.

tried extremely hard not to grow up to be as angry as his father. he's angrier. after sully's brother died the red mist descended and he carved a bloody path through new york on his rise to leadership, anyone who knew ronan then will tell you something died behind his eyes when tommy did. a couple of nicknames a few bars have him still banned under are 'ronan the red' and 'ronan the barbarian'.

tries to give back quite a bit? though their work is grimy, the money dirty bills, not honest at all, sully throws block parties in the bronx, supplying food and drink for whole streets during the summers. businesses under the mc's protection get taken very seriously. there are big charity drives, donations. they settle neighbourhood disputes with street-corner town halls. they move abuse victims out of unsafe homes, sometimes still big sully will roll up his sleeves and knock out a husband if he needs to teach a lesson.

whitney and ronan divorced when freya was three, something better for everyone involved. they still had that chemistry that could cause arguments but the space allowed them to revisit the friendship that had kindled it all with their shared custody. whitney died in a hit and run a few years later when freya was seven. until about 5 years ago he wore the ring and told everyone he was widowed to just have some fucking peace for a while: he got married young, fell straight into the life and was so busy with work that a relationship was simply another target to add to the dwindling collection on his back. so he didn't.

sully has mellowed out a lot since rising the ranks. he's learned a lot of hard lessons told in the scars that mark him, eating at and cutting through the ink that covers his fingertips, all his arms, and across his shoulder blades to meet in the middle. those that haven't seen him at his worst, wouldn't know that above the slighter softer middle of his forties the breadth of his shoulders still houses someone strong enough to kill a man in one poorly or well-aimed punch, without blinking.

ronan takes all kinds, the downtrodden and the spat-upon can all find a place with the mc as long as they have heart and grit. sully is pretty hands-on at ensuring no one is abusing power in the ranks. views all of them like his kids but has to divorce himself from those feelings for the sake of his sanity and operations. doesn't stand for intolerance or prejudice either, if you say a slur he's feeding you your own teeth, he's an old dog but freya has taught him a lot.

freya is thirteen now and he shares custody with her grandma, he bought them a house in long island in 2008, one of the big victorian wooden ones, and renovated it. sully spends half his time up here down the big driveway, behind the tall pines with the people he loves most. too self-indulgent to give them up completely.

can often be found kneading huge mounds of dough for the bread at 3-4am in the bakery or enjoying a powdered sugar snowstorm out back while wearing an apron. it's something he, his mom, and his brother used to do together and it's meditative to him.

sully has his left eyebrow, his septum, and his tongue pierced as well as the cartilage of both ears. and his left nipple, you'd have to get one of the ghost riders to swear that on their bike.

[gcldenhecrts]

(KOFI SIRIBOE, CIS MALE, HE / HIM) Oh, is that ANTONIO ‘TONI’ ROSSI? I heard the 34 year old is ASSERTIVE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CRUDE.Makes sense seeing how they have a HEAD ASSASSIN in the CRIMSON gang. (charlotte, 26, she / her, gmt )

TW: violence

Antonio Rossi was the first-born child of Martina and Antonio Rossi Sr. He was born in Vienna but moved to the UK at three months old. The first and only home he ever knew was based in HACKNEY, East London, where his father was known as a high-profile gangster. Three siblings followed in quick succession: Maria, Lorenzo and Sienna.

The Rossi’s owned a popular family pub that was never quiet, and Toni and his siblings spent many afternoons entertaining guests and drinking coca cola on tap, however, their childhoods were hardly full of sunshine and rainbows. The London gangster scene was filled with VIOLENCE, INTIMIDATION, MURDER AND BLACKMAIL, and Antonio Sr was involved in it all. Toni grew up attending meetings in darkened rooms way past bedtime, he was accustomed to the sound of GUNSHOTS over lullabies, he watched football on his dad's smartphone to drown out the sounds of SCREAMING next door. Toni Jr was raised with the knowledge that one day, as the eldest, he would head the family business. 

Outside of his job, Antonio St was incredibly soft-hearted. He was devout to his family, passing the message to his children that Family comes before anything else. 

For a household that held such violence, Antonio and Martina were dedicated Catholics. All four children were baptised into the roman catholic church, they never missed Sunday mass and prayers were shared every day without fail. summer holidays were spent in their villa in Italy, and they always managed to get on a day trip to Vatican City. One of Toni’s earliest memories involves making a joke about doing a piss in one of the fountains of St peters square and getting a sharp smack round the back of his head by his mother. 

When Toni was fourteen, his life changed drastically with the murder of his fathers. The media had a field day ' NOTORIOUS LONDON GANGSTERS REIGN COMES TO A BLOOD END '. His mother, grief-stricken and angry, sold the pub and took the life insurance and her children to America. Her own family lived in New York, and so she decided to go home.

While Toni was gutted over the loss of his father, he also understood that he was now the man of the house. He had been prepared for this, his father had ensured that. He stepped into the role with ease, a natural paternalistic nature led him with grace.

Toni did well in school. He was a bit of a goof, yes, but he was also smart. He didn’t excel in any one subject, but he was steady and determined. He has always been that way.

Upon graduation, he decided to take a gap year. He wanted to see the world, but he started in his birthplace of Vienna and that was where he met Violetta. He was instantly captivated by her. She was fierce and independent. She could challenge him in ways nobody else had. He didn’t end up seeing the world. Not when the world had become Violetta.

It turned out the pair had a lot in common. Violett’s parents were big in the criminal world. They married within a year and a half and stayed in Italy until they were 23.

Back in New York, the pair paid for a small home outright with cash. They opened up a family restaurant. The picture-perfect family until you looked deeper into it and learnt they had both joined the Crimsons before their plane even touched the tarmac. They were good, unstoppable even.

At the age of 30, the pair decided to start a family. First came Matteo, and 18 months later Sofia was born. Violetta stepped back from the Crimsons, but she always kept one foot in the game. Parenting came naturally for Toni, his children quickly becoming his world. He didn’t know it was possible to walk around with his heart outside of his body. While his wife stepped back, Toni worked harder than ever to ensure his children always had the best. And they did.

As Matteo got older, however, questions started being asked. Toni was unphased by this - he has been the same as a child. It upset Violetta greatly though, and she has been begging him to step back. For the first time in over ten years, cracks are starting to appear in the foundations of their relationship. They are desperately trying to fill them in. Sunday mass, washing the blood from his hands in holy water. It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

[missseraphina]

Oh, is that SERAPHINA 'SERA' MONTGOMERY? I heard the TWENTY EIGHT year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also DECEPTIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a MEMBER in the GHOST RIDERS MC. 

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NAME: Seraphina "Sera" Montgomery

AGE: 28

DOB: 4th March

HOME: Manhattan NYC

OCCUPATION: Member of the Ghost Riders MC and owner of Seduction Strip Club

GENDER: Cis woman

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

- 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

THEME SONG: Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift

POSITIVE TRAITS: Resourceful, Independent, Charismatic, Resilient, Determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Entitled, Manipulative, Deceitful, Reckless, Deceptive

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

MBTI: ESTP

DEADLY SIN: Greed

HEAVENLY VIRTUE: Diligence

LABEL: The Rebel

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Blair Waldorf (gossip girl), Veronica Lodge (riverdale), Holly Golightly (breakfast at tiffany's), Scarlett O'Hara (gone with the wind)

- 𝙱𝙸𝙾

Seraphina was born into a life of privilege and crime, her family being key players in the society meant she was born and raised for gang life. Raised with wealth and connections, she was never required to work hard for anything, leading to a sense of entitlement and a lack of real-world skills. Despite her lifestyle, she was pushed into the gang's activities at a young age, taking on minor roles like lookout to decide if she was ready for more. However, her disinterest and incompetence often led to costly mistakes, resulting in arrests and failures.

After numerous screw-ups, her family finally had enough. They cut her off both financially and from the gang, leaving her to fend for herself. In a final act of rebellion before being disowned, Seraphina stole a significant amount of money from her family. Using this stolen fortune, she purchased a strip club, a move that allowed her to leverage her way into the Ghost Riders MC. Her new life as a Ghost Rider allowed her to explore her rebellious streak more and meant that she didn't have to be as micromanaged as she was in the society.

Seraphina is in what she considers her "rebel era." The loss of her family's support and wealth has left her angry and resentful, leading her to embrace a more reckless way of living. She often acts out, pushing boundaries and seeking thrills as a way to cope with no longer being treated like a princess.

While she may have been spoiled and incompetent in her earlier life, during her time with the Ghost Riders has forced her to develop a certain level of street smarts. She's learned to navigate the rougher aspects of her new world, using her connections, charm, and cunning to survive and thrive in her own way.

HEADCANONS:

her general wardrobe consists of leather and lace a mixture of her two worlds. Main colours are red, pink, black and white.

she doesn't speak about her life in the society even though everybody who was in the gang at the time will remember her being in it

[noellexemerson]

(PEYTON LIST, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that NOELLE EMERSON I heard the TWENTY SIX-year-old is NICE But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also MANIPULATIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a MONEY LAUNDERED in the SERPENTS gang. (leila)

BASICS

Full Name: Noelle Marie Emerson

Nickname: Noe, Elle, Eme

Age: 26

DOB: Feburary 25th

Parents: Donovan and Mallory Emerson

Siblings: n/a

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'5

Tattoos: tbd

Scars: tbd

Piercings: tbd

Sexuality: bisexual

Occupation: tbd

BACKGROUND Noelle was born into a life of privilege, but her childhood was far from idyllic. Her parents, both high-powered executives, were rarely home, leaving Noelle in the care of nannies and household staff. While she had everything material she could ever want, the absence of her parents left a deep emotional void. Noelle's early years were characterized by a constant longing for attention and affection, but her parents were more focused on their careers and social status, leaving Noelle feeling isolated and neglected. As Noelle entered her teenage years, the cracks in her seemingly perfect life began to show. She became increasingly rebellious, acting out in a desperate bid for her parents' attention. By the time she was in high school, Noelle had fallen in with a crowd that introduced her to a world of experimentation and risk. She started experimenting with drugs, initially as a way to escape the loneliness and numb the pain of her neglected upbringing. Her drug use escalated as she sought out more dangerous experiences, pushing boundaries and defying authority at every turn.

Noelle’s academic performance, which had once been stellar, began to decline. She frequently skipped classes, partied late into the night, and became known as a troublemaker. Despite her destructive behavior, her parents remained largely unaware, too absorbed in their own lives to notice the downward spiral their daughter was on.

After barely graduating high school, Noelle enrolled in a prestigious university, more out of obligation than genuine interest. However, the structure and demands of college life felt suffocating to her, and she quickly grew disillusioned. The expectations placed upon her only intensified her feelings of inadequacy and resentment. In her second year, Noelle made a drastic decision: she dropped out of college, abandoning the path that had been laid out for her.

After leaving college, Noelle found herself at a crossroads. She was drawn to the gritty underworld of the city, where she felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. It was during this time that she encountered a notorious gang known as the Serpents. The Serpents were a tight-knit group with a reputation for being ruthless, but also fiercely loyal to their own.

Intrigued by their lifestyle and desperate to escape her past, Noelle gravitated towards the Serpents. They offered her a sense of family and belonging that she had never found in her own home. For the first time, Noelle felt like she was in control of her life, even as she descended deeper into a world of crime and violence. She quickly proved herself to be resourceful and cunning, earning the respect of the gang’s leaders. However, her involvement with the Serpents also brought her into dangerous situations, further distancing her from the life she once knew.

Now in her mid-20s, Noelle is a conflicted individual, torn between the world she left behind and the dangerous life she has embraced. She is still struggling with the emotional scars of her childhood, using her involvement with the Serpents as both a shield and a weapon. Noelle is deeply loyal to the gang, seeing them as the only family she has ever known, but she is also aware of the risks and the toll it is taking on her soul.

As Noelle navigates this dark path, she is haunted by questions of identity and purpose. She wonders if she can ever escape the shadow of her past and find a life where she can be truly free, or if she is destined to remain a prisoner of her own choices.

[angelodamiano]

Oh, is that ANGELO D'AMIANO? I heard the TWENTY-SIX year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also ANXIOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian allied with THE SERPENTS who works as a PARAMEDIC.

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full name: angelo dante d'amiano

nicknames: leo, doc, angel

faceclaim:  froy gutierrez

birthdate: june 21st

alliance: serpents/the founding families

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

occupation: paramedic (emt)

hometown: manhattan, new york.

sexual orientation: bisexual disaster

relationship status: single

height: 5"11

red and blue flashing lights, the burn in your eyes before tears well over, amaretto sour, a tremor in your hand that never quite goes away, biting your lip until it bleeds, the softest cashmere sweater you can imagine, the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, a silver chain dangling from your lover's neck against your chest, overlapping chatter in italian, espresso and a cigarette for breakfast on the fire escape, the stinging bite of stitches, someone falling asleep on your shoulder on a long car ride.

(tldr angelo is a bastard d'amiano who is basically carmy from the bear. youngestish sibling baby vibes, my man has an anxiety disorder FAMILIA, he can't do organized crime! but then he works as an emt because he can only thrive if he's constantly anxious ✨ is trying to stay out of The Life but can't stop giving free under the table medical care 😭 )

leo had childhood cancer and still needs an inhaler. perfectly healthy now but this lead to him needing extra care and coddling when he was small. people never really expected much from little angelo, he just needed to focus on getting better. because of being in and out of hospital he deals with a pretty minor case of contamination ocd that he's worked on since he was a teenager.

mama and papa d'amiano had a fairytale italia love story from his perspective, slow dancing to dean martin after dinner and making the kids gag. this was before they found out that angelo was their half-sibling, a result of infidelity and shattered the illusion.

doesn't talk about his parents at all, can't because he instantly chokes up.

leo had brains, that much was clear to see as he started running with the family business he showed a quick mind for logistics, details and solving problems in a pinch, he could macgyver their way through most situations. earning slaps on the back as he earned respect for his actions not just his blood.

though, he mostly remembers this as gi describes it back to him.

as he rode the adrenaline down from a job well done he'd spiral into anxiety attacks that made him sick and eventually start blacking out with their intensity. his heart would race, hands, knees shaking but instead of gasping loudly for air he'd withdraw to some place far inside and go deathly silent. as the world caved in around him and his pulse roared in his ears and the static overtook his vision, he wondered how long he could keep going like this.

someone very important in his life [wanted connection] talked him around to mostly leaving the life behind, worried he was going to get seriously sick from the stress. he tried to go into a less practical more academia-focused field but the quiet nearly drove him insane. he had tried to abruptly draw himself out of the never ending bustle of that life but learned quickly that he had no idea who he was without it. the stress is why he liked it so much.

leo is a classically trained pianist who got into juilliard but realized that performing live would put his life and his family in unnecessary danger so quietly declined. teaches ice skating at the weekends in a nearby rink, as he used to play hockey as a teenager.

angelo attempted to join the army medics but his asthma discounted him from active duty. changed gears into pre-med but once again after four years the stress was nearly overwhelming. leo now rides manhattan's streets and area hospitals in an ambulance: as long as other people were panicking or needing him he could remain totally calm. has a surprisingly incredible bedside manner for someone known to be sarcastic as hell and highly strung.

very often gets pulled into doing emergency surgery in the back of a truck with nothing but a hello kitty flashlight in his mouth and a dream. okay, the serpents mostly make it to facilities but things happen. won't tell his family but he pretty much patches up anyone if he stumbles across them in need. is mostly 'out' of the game but really he's always got one toe over the line back in.

doesn't know how to cook for himself and never will. think of robert pattinson microwaving tin foil pasta. is it wilful incompetence? or is he just that kind of rich kid? he's italian enough to know what good food tastes like. i guess we'll never know. likes to throw himself dramatically over furniture like an 1800s novel heroine and sigh pathetically until someone brings him coffee in the morning. doesn't know how to drive, obviously.

angelo has never worn a matching pair of socks in his entire life and can fall asleep anywhere. always cold, probably wearing a scarf rn. doesn't take care of himself properly, 'wdym gi? i know tons of people who cry every day'.

lives in a shitty little apartment in brooklyn, the price of trying to remain self-sufficient with his nose clean. has insomnia and works way too much, hates being alone in his apartment even though he wanted independence so badly?

self-conscious and prideful in equal measure, a little sheltered and naive in ways but also speaks five languages fluently. can be spiky, cranky with a sharp tongue to hide his anxiety and a bit of a cry-baby brat to be honest. craves and hates attention at the same time.