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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, 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.

[edward-sterling]

(JONATHAN BAILEY, CISGENDER MALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that EDWARD STERLING? I heard they THIRTY-TWO year old is EMPATHETIC. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also TEMPERAMENTAL. Makes sense seeing how they are a CLEAN civilian who works as a TRAUMA PHYSICIAN AT MOUNT SINAI. (hyacinth, 30s, cst, she/her)

i. about him

full name — cassian edward "eddie" sterling nicknames — eddie, ian, cas age — 32 gender — cisgender male pronouns — he/him orientation — homoromantic homosexual birthday — november 23rd zodiac — sagittarius birthplace — wallingford, oxfordshire in england ethnicity — english languages — english, loose french and italian (enough to understand context but difficulty speaking either) height — 5'11" hair color — brown eye color — brown scars — a long horizontal stripe above his left collarbone, where he was attacked a few short years ago. when asked about it, he has a tendency to run his fingers over it nervously, and always stammers in his effort to change the subject. tattoos — he doesn't have any, though he wouldn't be opposed to getting one — but deciding what to get and where is the hardest part. pets — none, he doesn't have the time but he wishes he did. employment — trauma physician at mount sinai in new york city.

ii. personality

positive traits — ambitious. charming. empathetic. loyal. outgoing. resourceful. negative traits — evasive. impatient. indecisive. oversensitive. temperamental. likes — the sun, rainstorms, traveling, cooking, reading, black tea, collecting tickets, trinkets and souvenirs of places he has been, deadpan humor, gift giving. dislikes — loud noises, wasting food items, death, meditation, being alone with his thoughts, coffee, being woken up before the sun comes up, switchblades. phobias — trypophobia and ophidiophobia. habits — chewing on his lower lip until it is raw. fidgeting with pens until the ink gets all over his hands. obsessive organization. smoking when stressed. journaling. hobbies — cooking and baking, gardening but he has a black thumb, various collections of items (unique socks, art and coins), ceramics (pottery), knot tying.

iii. background

from an early age, eddie showed an innate charm that made him the heart of every room he entered. but beneath his easy smile lay a restless sort of energy, a mix of impatience and sensitivity that often led him to overthink even the simplest of situations. it was a duality he carried into adulthood, one that allowed him to adapt and thrive in challenging situations but also kept him on uneven footing with those closest to him. eddie has always had a way of keeping people at arm’s length, as though afraid that letting them in too deeply might unearth something even he isn't ready to face. the memory of his brother’s traumatic death a few years ago — and the harrowing circumstances surrounding it — has left eddie uneasy in the presence of violence along with the physical mark of a scar notched into his left collarbone as a constant reminder of his fragility and resilience. though he avoids discussing the incident, his fingers often trace the mark absentmindedly, revealing an undercurrent of vulnerability he would be quick to deny if confronted with it. the precarious experience deepened his already-present dislike for switchblades, and it has instilled a wariness of situations that feel out of his control and has been known to trigger panic attacks. losing his brother ignited something fierce within him — a need to give every patient the care, compassion, and safety he couldn’t give to his own flesh and blood. eddie poured himself into his work, often to the point of exhaustion, putting the needs of others before his own in a relentless pursuit of purpose and his altruism comes at a cost. his insistence on being there for everyone else left little room for himself, a fact he stubbornly refused to acknowledge, and he continues to try to be a ray of sunshine even on days where the clouds are darkest. his structured, quiet life has become both a sanctuary and a prison. in the end, it feels like the world is always pulling him back into the deep, dark underbelly of new york.

fate is often inevitable in that way.

iv. headcanons

— despite his best efforts and his love for gardening, eddie has a "black thumb." no matter how hard he tries, his plants inevitably die. he worries the same would happen if he were to get a pet.

[vitimoretti]

(ZOEY DEUTCH, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that VITTORIA ‘VITI’ MORETTI? I heard the TWENTY-SEVEN year old is FREE-SPIRITED. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IRREVERENT. Makes sense seeing how they are a DIRTY civilian who works as a TATTOO ARTIST. (stephy, 21+, est, they/them)

Name: Vittoria "Viti" Moretti

Age: 27

Birthday: November 17

Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Bisexual

About

The youngest Moretti child

Grew up in extreme wealth but rejects materialism and her family’s ambitions. Prefers quick cash from cons and hustles to power or legacy.

She was never academically inclined and solved problems with her fists. As such, Viti got into trouble a lot growing up.

Barely graduated high school and never applied to college.

Has mommy and daddy issues since she never was the apple of either's eye. Relationship with her siblings tbd.

She'd rather run her own small-time grifts and side hustles than get wrapped up in the serpents. She dislikes the gang’s rigid structure and avoids entangling herself in their schemes too much. But being a Moretti it's hard to avoid which is why she's a dirty civilian.

Personality

Chaotic dumbass™ energy

Would sell your soul for a Klondike bar.

Deeply unserious. Very flippant, sarcastic, blunt, but also good-humored, chill, and adventurous.

She’d literally rather you see her naked than see her cry. She hates feeling emotionally vulnerable. Refuses to submit to the terrifying ordeal of being known.

Emotions make her feel gross. So she’s always the type to crack a joke at an inappropriate moment to avoid talking about serious topics. She's always been this way.

Loyal to a fault! You could hit someone with your car and she’d help you hide the body. But her loyalty is earned, not blindly given.

Headcanons

Juggles multiple side hustles, including selling Adderall, doing stick-and-poke tattoos, reselling vintage items, and making fake IDs.

Has a million shitty tattoos. Behind her ear: a knife. Arms: an eight ball, a heart in flames, a cherry, a scorpion, "Go Giants". By her elbow: a stick-and-poke smiley face. Inner wrist (right): a skull. Hand: a heart. Fingers: A snake on her left middle finger, "69" on her right ring finger. Torso: an angel, a moon, a rose, a heart with the phrase "Natural Born Loser." Ankles: a rainbow, daisies, a ghost.

She's a graffiti artist.

Has gotten arrested a few times for drunk and disorderly, shoplifting, and vandalism. But her last name keeps her out of real trouble.

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[anniesuriya]

(DAVIKA HOORNE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ANYA "ANNIE" SURIYA? I heard the THIRTY year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also GUARDED. Makes sense seeing how they are a TECH in the THE SOCIETY gang. (lune, 30+, she/her, est)

I. FACTS

full name — anya suriya

nicknames — annie

age — thirty

gender/pronouns — cis female, she/her/hers

orientation — bisexual

birthday — nov. 16

zodiac — scorpio

birthplace — bangkok, thailand

ethnicity — 1/2 thai, 1/2 white (belgian, english, german)

languages spoken — english & thai

height — 5’9

hair color — brown

eye color — brown

scars — various light scars on her fingers from a lifetime of tinkering, a burn mark on her right hand from trying to make a birthday dinner for her mother & spilling hot oil, a scar on her left leg from a knife fight, small scar on her jawline from falling off of a bike as a kid

tattoos — dragon on her right forearm, a lotus on her left wrist

pet — a cat named chihiro. she's a huge dog person but found chihiro as a kitten and kept her despite usually not liking cats

gang — the society (tech)

II. PERSONALITY

positive — resourceful, kind-hearted, resilient, compassionate, charming, intelligent, self-assured, friendly

negative — guarded, guilt-ridden, cynical, indecisive, secretive, stubborn, self-destructive

likes — spicy food, dogs, her cat and her cat only lol, alone time, late nights, small thoughtful gestures, photography, rain, horror movies, vintage clothing, antihero characters, folklore and legends, abandoned places, whiskey sours dislikes — being controlled, flashy displays of wealth, over-consumerism, crowded or overstimulating environments, fakeness, flattery, winter, mice, bugs, seeing people in pain, expensive restaurants, clear liquor

fears — fear of losing her empathy, spiders, heights, being alone, hurting someone she cares about, never knowing who she truly is, not being in control

habits — smokes when stressed, carries a worn-out satchel with her at all times, always has snacks in her bag, constantly checks her phone, steps back from physical affection like hugs, often speaks in half-sentences, collects trinkets, always has a picture of her mother in a locket, counts change compulsively, eats street food at every opportunity

hobbies — biking, running, yoga, photography, cooking, volunteer work, community service, sketching, collecting old technology (flip phones, vintage radios, keyboards), urban exploration

III. ABOUT

Annie was born in Bangkok, raised in a cramped apartment by a mother who worked long hours to make ends meet. Her mother, who worked in a factory, always tried to shield Annie from their circumstances. But poverty had a way of creeping into their lives. It was ironic that they struggled since Annie's father was wealthy. Annie’s parents met while her father was working in Bangkok. Their relationship, however brief and ill-fated it was, resulted in the birth of a daughter. Once she was born, her father became increasingly detached, visiting sporadically and eventually just sending some money. He never really formed a real bond with his daughter.

As a child, Annie didn’t fully understand why her father was absent. There were times he would send presents. Letters. A call on her birthday. But they felt hollow. Like they were tokens of guilt, not true affection. She was seven, looking out the window, envisioning him pulling up in a taxi with his bags—there to stay. But as she got older, it became clear that he didn’t see her as a priority. She was a part of his past. Someone he could compartmentalize, forgetting about her whenever it suited him.

Annie's intelligence seemed to be her ticket out. But it wasn't like her mother had the money to send her to a private school. They were poor, and many people were forced to choose between what was right and survival. As a young teen, Annie got involved in petty crimes. She was a product of her circumstances—forced to navigate a world where survival often meant breaking the rules. Shoplifting and petty theft turned to breaking and entering and street racing. Her mother's initial denial gave way to frustration and worry. Annie knew her mother was stressed, but she didn't know how bad it truly was.

Unbeknownst to Annie, her mother was sick. She'd been hiding it for months, not wanting to burden Annie. But over time, she grew weaker. One day, as Annie returned home from school, she found her mother collapsed on the floor, body cold, skin pale and clammy. Annie tried to wake her up, shaking her mother frantically, calling her name. But it was too late.

Grief-stricken, Annie tracked down her father in New York. He accepted her with cold politeness but no real warmth. His new wife and two children—her half-siblings—saw her as a stranger. Through all of this, she joined The Society. She currently remains distant from her father and half-siblings. It's been over a decade that she's been in New York now. She's made friends. Dated around. A few years ago, a bad breakup sent her spiraling. It was a whirlwind romance that resulted in the faint pink lines of a positive pregnancy test.

Annie felt a rush of conflicting emotions: fear, disbelief…and a strange sense of excitement. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe her life could take a different path—a fresh start, a family of her own. But as the days went on, the weight of the situation began to settle in. The life she was living, the gang, the constant danger, the crime—none of it was a safe environment to bring a child into. And so Annie terminated her pregnancy, telling her ex after the fact. They ended things shortly thereafter.

Annie’s role in the gang has become an anchor to her identity—both a source of pride and deep regret. While she's incredibly skilled, part of her still clings to the belief that there’s something better for her out there. But each heist, each job, draws her deeper into a web of criminal activity that’s hard to escape.

IV. HEADCANONS.

She can pick a lock in under sixty seconds

Annie carries around hot sauce literally everywhere

She's a night owl and stays up until 5 am sometimes. As such, her sleep schedule is fucked and you can often find her rolling out of bed at noon

She hasn't been in a serious relationship since her ex. Queen of situationships, hookups, end endless tinder dates

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[lucaxcortez]

(JENNA ORTEGA, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that LUCIA "LUCA" CORTEZ? I heard the TWENTY FOUR-year-old is CHARMING But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also COY. Makes sense seeing how they are a HACKER in the SYNDICATE gang. (LEILA) TW topics that are mentioned but not discussed: murder, assassin training, rape

STATS

FULL NAME: Lucia "Luca" Selena Cortez

NICKNAME(S): Luca

AGE: Twenty-Four

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′0″

DATE OF BIRTH: November 30th

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

OCCUPATION: hacker

HOMETOWN: villahermosa, mexico

INSPIRATION: Yelena Romanoff (black widow)

BACKGROUND

Lucia was not oblivious. She knew what was going on. She heard the whispers when she tried to make friends at school, what they would say about her family. She put the dots together eventually. Assassins. Murderers.

There was pressure, she could tell. Her father wanted her to learn and Elias fought against it. Safe. Or so she thought. She pretended to be ignorant of the things going on around her, but she was smarter than that. Real smart. She taught herself to hack first by getting into her father's computer to learn things but she didn't stop there. By the time she was 15, she could get into the Pentagon if she wanted to.

But also at the age of 15, her world tilted once more. A sweet morning, Elias making breakfast, she ran into her room to get changed for the day only to come back and find him gone. Never to be seen again. "He abandoned us, Mia Sol" "He left our familiar behind. He left us." Her father twisted the lies in deep for a heartbroken teen. The betrayal of her brother abandoning her never healed.

No. Not when his absences were her downfall. "You missed too much training. I should have never listened to that traitor" Because without him around, someone had to become the family killer. Lucia was thrown into training for long days. Months at a time. "we need to make up for lost time." her father would say. They pushed her hard, turning her into the killer she was always meant to be.

They made it so nothing could break her. Forced her to remove her feelings, to be lethal with no regrets, to see everyone as a target, to trust no one. All while she was creating a life of her own on the web.

The measures in which they took to prepare her were gruesome. She was beaten tortured, tested, and raped to ensure she would be a stone-cold killer, the perfect soldier. What her brother never was. Her father continued to fill her head with lies about Elias the the hatred boiled over. He did this to her. He left her behind for this to happen.

By the time she was 18, she was ready to go out on jobs. She would work in the dead of night, many doubted her being as small as she is but she proved to be lethal every time. She was wracking up kills while her father cashed in the money. There was on contract she had been saving, waiting for the time to come. She was going to kill her brother.

As the body count rose, she felt every last shred of humanity start to leave her body and she knew she needed to get out. In her early days, she had made connections to a skilled hacker and she reached out once more. She spent months in contact with him, devising a plan and also hunting down her brother. She knew how to run, cover her tracks and now she knew where to go. New York City. It just so happened her hacker mentor just happened to be there as well. And so she did it. She ran off and made her way to NYC.

She has been in NYC for a few months studying her brother's movements, patterns, and connections. The crimson would make a mean enemy but she was prepared for that. Now it was time to strike.

PERSONALITY & HEADCANONS

she will shoot you if you call her lucia, lu, or luci

she is a charmer for what she wants but is definitely a blunt, passive-aggressive sass queen

she is good at playing a role and keeping people at arm's length

[thesocietyprince]

Oh, is that DEVRAN SAHIN? I heard the THIRTY-SIX year old is COURAGEOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also EGOTISTICAL. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEADER in THE SOCIETY.

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Basics.

full name: Devran Fadel Sahin nickname(s): Dev age: Thirty-Six birthdate: July 26th star sign: Leo gender: Cismale pronouns: He/Him sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Staten Island, NY current residence: Staten Island, NY languages: Turkish, English, Spanish, and some French.

Reflection.

face claim: berk cankat hair color: chestnut brown eye color: light brown height: 6’0” build: lean, athletic build tattoos: a large compass on his right shoulder scars: too many to keep track of

Personality.

characteristics: ambitious, fearless, confident, arrogant, stubborn, creative, sweet talker, pretentious, self-absorbed, selfish, energetic, persistent, supportive, demanding, socially active, egoistic, responsible, the perfectionist, ready to take challenges, possessive fears: failure and decaf coffee passions/hobbies: painting, drawing, baseball, lock picking, origami, collecting and restoring vintage cars, kickboxing, feeding the birds in the park, golf, tennis, and target practice character inspo: tony stark (iron man), bruce wayne (the dark knight), jordan belfort (wolf of wall street), logan huntzberger (gilmore girls), lando calrissian (star wars) drugs/ alcohol/ smoking: yes / yes / no colors: a combination of classic neutrals, black, navy, charcoal, and rich jewel tones: emerald green, royal blue, and a deep burgundy. 

Backstory.

Devran Şahin was born with the weight of a legacy on his shoulders. As the firstborn son of Ahmet Şahin, the infamous leader of the Society—a New York-based syndicate renowned for its mastery of art heists and elaborate thefts—Devran’s future was set in stone. From an early age, he was groomed to one day take the reins of his father’s empire. But being the heir to such an empire wasn’t simply a privilege; it was a burden.

The Golden Son

Growing up in the lap of luxury, Devran had everything that money could buy. He attended the finest schools and spent weekends cruising through exclusive parties with his charming smile, tousled hair, and a reputation as the ultimate trust-fund playboy. To the outside world, Devran was the golden child—charming, carefree, and always the center of attention at New York’s most elite gatherings. He was a man of paradoxes: polished and graceful by day, a reckless adventurer by night. Yet, beneath the surface of high society’s glittering veneer, Devran was being carefully shaped for a very different kind of future. His father, Ahmet, had a singular vision for his son. He was to inherit the Society, yes, but only if he proved worthy. There was no room for weakness, no space for indulgence. Devran’s upbringing wasn’t filled with soft lessons of privilege; instead, it was a strict training regimen that taught him the art of manipulation, the power of charm, and the precision needed to execute high-profile heists without leaving a trace. While his classmates were focused on getting into Ivy League schools, Devran was absorbing blueprints of art museums, studying security systems, mastering sleight-of-hand techniques, and learning how to read people like an open book. Every lesson was designed to sharpen his mind and prepare him for the world of shadows and deceit that ran beneath the glittering surface of New York.

There was a time, however, when Devran considered escaping the life his father had planned for him. He dreamt of running away with his lover, starting fresh somewhere far from the shadows of his family’s empire. But his father swiftly put an end to that idea—and the relationship—when he found out. "You will not embarrass this family," Ahmet had said, his voice seething with fury. That moment was a sharp reminder to Devran: no matter where his heart wandered, he was bound to the legacy of the Şahins.

A Mother’s Love and a Father’s Shadow Devran’s mother, Defne Şahin, was the heart of the family—a beacon of warmth in a world that often felt cold and calculating. Her love for art, culture, and humanity influenced Devran deeply. She shielded him from the harsh realities of their world as much as she could, nurturing his creative side and allowing him to dream of a life outside the shadows. Her sudden death during the COVID-19 pandemic shattered the delicate balance in Devran’s life. Losing her was like losing the light that guided him. For his father, Ahmet, Defne’s death marked a turning point. Grieving in silence, he poured his focus into preparing Devran for leadership. What had once been subtle grooming became a relentless campaign to shape his son into a worthy successor. Ahmet’s philosophy was simple: the Society’s leadership couldn’t be handed down—it had to be earned. And for Devran, this meant proving himself in ways that few could ever imagine.

The Test: A Rite of Passage

As Devran came of age, the weight of his family’s expectations grew unbearable. Ahmet had carefully crafted his son’s education, but now it was time for Devran to prove himself as more than just an heir. One of the leaders stepped down so it was time for him to show he was ready to lead, to command the loyalty of the Society, and to navigate the dangerous currents of the criminal world. To do so, Ahmet devised the ultimate test—a trial that would push Devran to his breaking point. The job was monumental: a grand heist that would secure an artifact held in the private collection of a rival gang leader. If Devran could pull it off, the Society would bow to him. If he failed, it would prove he was not worthy of his father’s empire. But the test wasn’t just about skill; it was about leadership, decision-making under pressure, and the ability to take responsibility for the consequences of his actions. What Devran didn’t know was that the heist was also a trap. His father had carefully orchestrated everything to challenge his son's resolve, forcing him to make impossible choices. He would have to outwit rival gang members, deal with internal betrayals, and face the harsh reality of the criminal world’s unpredictability. It was a trial by fire—a way for Ahmet to see whether Devran could endure the pain of loss and still rise above it.

The Heist

The night of the heist, Devran took control. He led the operation with the precision and intellect that had been drilled into him over the years. Every move was calculated, every detail meticulously planned. Yet, despite the flawless execution of the plan, everything was thrown into chaos. The rival gang had anticipated the Society’s moves, and betrayal came from within Devran’s own ranks. One of his most trusted friends, someone he had known his whole life, turned on him, leaking vital information to the enemy. Devran was forced to improvise, adapting quickly as the walls closed in. He made split-second decisions to protect his team and salvage the job, but in the process, several members of the Society were lost. The heist, though ultimately successful, came at a steep price. Devran’s heart weighed heavy with the loss of loyal men, and the bitter sting of betrayal remained long after the dust settled. The heist had secured the artifact, and with it, a massive victory for the Society. But the cost—both in lives and trust—was a harsh reminder of the brutal reality of leadership.

Proving His Worth

When Devran returned from the operation, his father was waiting. Ahmet did not offer congratulations, nor did he offer sympathy. Instead, he simply asked, "Was it worth it?" The silence that followed was thick, heavy with expectation. Devran had passed the test—he had shown he could lead under pressure, outsmart rivals, and manage the harsh realities of his world. But his father’s cold gaze reminded him that leadership came at a price. Devran now knew that he would never be the carefree, charming playboy again. He had stepped into the role of the leader, but the mantle was heavy, and there was no going back. Ahmet’s approval came in the form of a simple nod. "You’re ready." Devran had earned his place at the head of the Society, but it was not a victory he could celebrate. His heart was marked by the loss of his people, the betrayal of those he trusted, and the cold understanding that in the world of the Society, loyalty was as fragile as glass. Now, as the leader of the gang, Devran knew he had only just begun. The true test was not in the heists he would pull off, but in how he would keep his empire intact, with the weight of every decision hanging over him.

The Weight of Legacy

With his father’s endorsement and the support of the organization, Devran stepped into the role he had been groomed for since birth. Leadership, however, came with its own challenges. The Society was a network of individuals bound by loyalty, respect, and fear. Devran had to navigate complex relationships, balance tradition with innovation, and maintain the Society’s dominance in a world that was changing rapidly. Devran also faced the challenge of uniting an organization built on loyalty to his father. He had to prove that he was not just Ahmet Şahin’s son but a leader in his own right—one who could protect the Society from its rivals and guide it into a new era. Though he projects confidence, inside he wrestles with self-doubt, guilt over his mother’s death, and the pressure to prove himself worthy of the Şahin name. His charm and resourcefulness are his greatest assets, allowing him to unite the Society under his leadership while keeping up appearances in the world of high society. Yet, his true test lies ahead: surviving the gang war and ensuring the Society emerges stronger than ever.

[charlieoxlade]

Oh, is that CHARLIE OXLADE? I heard the THIRTY-SEVEN year old is CHARISMATIC. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also REPRESSIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a HITMAN in the THE CRIMSONS gang.

" And if all my life was wasted, I don't mind, I'll watch it go. Yeah, it's better to die numb. Than feel it all. "

Name: Charlie Oxlade Age: 37 DOB: 7th March 1987 Occupation: Owner of The Alibi Central Dive Bar / Hitman Affiliation: The Crimsons Gender: cis male Sexuality: Heterosexual FC: Sebastian Stan

tw: death mention, alcohol abuse mention.

Born to Raymond (died in 2004) and Helen, and along with his siblings (will be wc's) he grew up in New York City. Despite graduating High School, Charlie struggled to truly focus due to pressured demands from his father, being the only son meant Raymond wanted Charlie to be a success, a generational emotional trauma that made the Oxlade household strained, in turn being the reason Charlie abused alcohol at a young age.

Enrolled into the Marines when he was seventeen, the death of his father gave him that spiralled push to move himself away from the City - in which he took (in his eyes) the easiest option out. Charlie stayed in the marines for sixteen years until he was discharged at thirty-three, having intentionally put himself in the firing line to protect a fellow Marine's mistake. Moved to Brooklyn after his discharge, knowing that his mom and siblings still remained in their hometown and if it wasn't for the advice to be closer to his family, Charlie would have most likely forced himself into isolation - a log cabin in Alaska always jokingly being the dream.

Struggled to find normalcy after leaving the Marines, found it even harder to figure out who he actually was, and to the present day he doesn't recognise his own reflection - he's good at putting on a front, is very charming, and knows exactly how to be nice to people, though this doesn't necessarily means he likes them. Unfortunately, his knack for putting other people's needs before his own, has only furthered allowed him to repress his own emotions, yet this works out in his favour and at this point, how he operates is normal to him.

A year after trying to adjust back, Charlie fell in with The Crimsons through personal contacts, bringing him a sense of familiarity to the sixteen years of life he led, and in turn The Alibi Central Dive Bar gained a new owner and has continued to do so for the last four years.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

tbd.

I will be editing and adding more info later!!

[belkisbadem]

(OZGE OZACAR, FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that BELKIS BADEM? I heard the TWENTY-NINE year old is CHARMING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also MESSY. Makes sense seeing how they are a INSIDER in the SOCIETY gang. (maddi )

BASICS

Full Name: Belkis Alara Badem

Nicknames: Bel

Age: 29

DOB: December 29th

Parents: Dilara & Emre Badem

Siblings: One

Children: None

Homestate: Virginia

Hair color:  Brown

Eye color: Brown

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gang: Society

Occupation: Insider & Thief

LINKS

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connections

BIOGRAPHY

tw: n/a

Born to a very loving but very poor family, Belkis is the oldest of two. Her parents came over from Turkey and spoke little English, finding it hard to build a 'perfect' life, but a better one than they came from.

Growing up, Belkis never really felt like she fit in. Her little brain from a young age knew that she was meant for something more and the deviousness of her ways told her it was going to be something bad.

When she was 16, she left home. She left her parents and sibling a note that she loved them dearly, but this small town life wasn't hers. She never went back or called.

Belkis spent the next few years leaving off of what she could steal and who she could con and she did good. She made a decent life for herself, traveling from city to city using the people around her.

When she was 19, she was caught stealing from the wrong person. Her first charge and only charge, sending her away for two years.

On the day that she was released from jail, she was met with a ride. Someone had been watching her moves for a while now, saw the talent that she possessed with her charming and swift hands. They wanted her on their side, this was the Society.

Belkis has been in New York with them ever since. Finally feeling like she found where she fits in.

PERSONALITY/FACTS

Known to be manipulative, sarcastic, and funny.

Is more of a knives than guns girl.

Has only ever been in one serious relationship, but loves company next to her in bed.

Lives in an apartment, hardly cleans it.

Has a handful of tattoos.

Knows how to dress up better than anyone, but usually lives in her street style and sweats.

Has been known to have a few sugar daddies here and there.

Kleptomaniac, for real.

Speaks fluent Turkish.

Hot.

WANTED

The person who brought her into the Society

Her one serious ex

Ride or die

Younger sibling she hasn't seen since she was 16

FWB & hookups

Almost but not quite spice

Everythinggggg

[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. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 . post.

──── 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 .

𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞; knows what he wants and how to get it. 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 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.

[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-SIX 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-Six

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Madison Bailey

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.

[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.