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Bonjour et bienvenue! Paris welcomes you, our Gambler, Jaqueline ‘La Spadille’ Dubois! May we say, you’re the spitting image of Gal Gadot! Please make your presence known within 24 hours, and do have a look at our checklist before setting out into the city on your own. À bientôt!

MUN

Name/Alias: Cleo (’:

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20 in December. but my fake says I’m already 22(;

Timezone: EST. I can’t promise that I’m going to be on every single day because I do have school 4 days a week and work 2 out of the other 3, but I do have large gaps in my school schedule and a solid day and a half where I’m free for sure to write with y’all. My discord is cleooo#9183 if anyone needs to hit me up for anything!

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Chosen Skeleton: The Gambler

Muse Name: Jaqueline ‘La Spadille’ Dubois

Muse Age: 32

Chosen FC: Gal Gadot

Muse Occupation: Officially an unemployed Parisian, unofficially-officially a card shark, and officially-UNofficially a high-paid escort when she’s down and out (like right now lolz, but she’s lowkey af)

Muse Affiliation & Frequent Haunts: Jacqueline goes wherever the money flows — that is her affiliation. Though her checkbook doesn’t reflect the furs that drape over her shoulders and the diamonds that glisten on her chest, no one would ever know as she’s constantly frequenting Hotel Montmartre or La Gavrouche. She brushes shoulders with the Parisian elite as if she still belongs, and to the blind eye, she does — because that’s what she wants them to believe. La Spadille is a born and bred Parisian, and now a broke one at that, but she knows how to change that. While she’s down and out right now, she’s almost always found testing her luck at anything from dominos to spades at The Blue Lotus, always up to date on the changing password. And if Jacqui doesn’t want to risk losing, there’s always a card table with drunk working class men on their break at the Street Market to be found and hustled. She knows her city, and she knows where to have her fun; Jacqueline is a regular at both L’Enfer and Le Ciel, and as an unmarried femme fatale, she knows how to use the cards she was dealt to enjoy the clubs’ pleasures even if she can’t afford it herself.

Direct from Le Petit Journal: La Spadille ou La Dame de Cœurs — which side of Mademoiselle Dubois will the streets of Paris receive tonight? She’s often seen running the tables at L’Enfer, but even if her attempts at seducing Lady Luck are to no avail, the hearts of Paris’ most suitable bachelors still rest in her hands. It seems that even when the house wins, Jacqueline Dubois never loses.

BIOGRAPHY

(tw: abuse, miscarriage, murder)

0-6 ans

Breathless laughs of joy escaped Monsieur et Madame Dubois when the piercing sound of neonate cries filled the room. They had tried for years for a successful pregnancy, and they were finally here. The smiles were wiped from their faces when the nurse announced that it was a beautiful baby girl. What were they to do with a weak little girl? A girl could not take over the family business, and even worse she wouldn’t further the Dubois name. Monsieur Dubois was a jeweler to the Parisian elite, only with their lavish lifestyle and appearances to be kept, another mouth to feed and the stagnation of the economy in the 1890s, what was once a busy business was now putting them in the red. Though eventually business picked up a little more, his debts made during the store’s slower times had left the Dubois’ always behind the curve, struggling to keep afloat, let alone to catch up.

7-15 ans

Her family’s worsening financial situation didn’t make it any easier for Jacqui’s parents to show her the attention and love a growing child yearns for. Rather, she was met with coldness and the highest of expectations; if they were going to have a girl, she would be groomed to be the most marketable of girls. And for many years, she aimed to be the best to fulfill her parents’ wishes in hopes of finally gaining their affections. She’d spend hours a day walking with books on top of her head, her back as straight as an arrow or practicing table manners and polite conversation. As she aged, she was charming and intelligent with beauty to match, enamoring everyone she spoke to with her quick wit and grace — everyone except her parents. Though most of her efforts went unnoticed and her achievements disregarded, any time she faltered was magnified by her parents; she slouched as they walked in le parc, her legs spread a little too far apart at Mass, she wastoo charming, precocious even and God forbid her reputation be tarnished by her coquettish behavior before they received a dowry.

16-17 ans

Eventually they did receive an offer of a dowry, and all of a sudden, the Dubois’ greatest disappointment was now their final saving grace. All the hard work had paid off, as now her mother brushed her daughter’s long tresses with care. “You’re going to make us very proud, my love.” Jacqueline recalled her mother cooing in her ear, and as the woman spoke of the details of the marriage arrangement, all Jacqui could think about was the first real semblance of endearment her mother offered her.

Gaston Choquette was everything her parents could’ve wanted for their girl; he was handsome, a powerful top-ranking member of Paris’ elite, and most importantly, trèsriche. He was magnificent while courting Jacqui, showering both her and her family with gifts and treasures, offering her the affections she’d been missing out on her whole life. He took her everywhere; shopping on the right bank, his business meetings in La Gavroche, nights out in Montparnasse. It was him that introduced her to the exciting night life of Paris, making a spectacle when he arrived with her on his arm; she was the beauty to his beast… Only she hadn’t learned that quite yet.

18-20 ans

It was at their wedding that Jacqui had seen the first sign of her husband’s carnal nature. It had only been mere moments after their ceremony had concluded, and she was greeted with her family and friends that wished to grant the couple their best wishes. Monsieur Garnier, her father’s business partner of nearly a decade embraced Jacqui, and she gladly embraced him too. He was something of an uncle figure to her, one of the few that indulged Jacqueline with the affections a child should be granted. He was always kind to her whenever she visited the store with her father, giving her all the answers to her many questions regarding jewelry whenever her own father brushed her off, praising her on her great wit during conversation whenever her parents let it go by unacknowledged. Having him at her wedding pleased Jacqueline greatly, but she was sure to never express such pleasure for another man’s presence when Gaston’s fingers curled around her arm, pressing so deep that her bruise had lasted nearly two weeks after that. “I never want to see you with a man like that again, you understand me?” He growled in her ear as they left the church, “We exchanged vows, you belong only to me — now and forever.” There were blackened tear drops on the silhouette of her ivory gown.

With his temper in mind, Jacqueline tried to make the best of her situation and for a little while, it worked. They’d still make a spectacle when they went out, dressed to the nines and having the time of “their” (mostly his) lives as Paris’ most beautiful couple; dinner and shopping in Montmartre and nights out in the liveliest clubs Montparnasse. She was always on his arm, as he spoke about business with his partners, drank like a fish, and gambled away hundreds and thousands of Francs on end, and her rouge painted lips would be curled up in the smallest of smiles. Though Jacqui had trained her whole life to be the best woman she could be, almost all of those skills were locked away in the back of her mind as Gaston’s wife. She spoke very little to anyone and simply stood by him throughout the night until they went home, where she’d have to let him do whatever he desired to her. What else could she do; she was but a weak little girl, non?

But Jacqueline was always an intelligent girl; easily picking up skill and information. If you’re quiet as a mouse, people tend to forget you’re even there and say more than they should. That was how she learned of her husband’s true occupation; he had always said he simply made business deals for his partners, but it didn’t make sense to her that a man only 6 years her senior had made such a name for himself. Les Beaux Voyous weren’t something Jacqueline was unfamiliar with; she had heard of them through her parents’ discussion of their financial situation, and had even seen them at his shop more than a few times when she would visit. It suddenly made sense and when she questioned him further about it, he shrugged it off, “C’est la vie.” When his nonchalance enraged her, he grew enraged too; “Don’t you like the life we lead? I don’t hear you complaining when you wear your furs or your diamonds that I bought you.” And it was true, she didn’t complain; her whole life, affection was granted to her by the material items that she received. Whether it be by gifts from her parents or suitors or eventually her husband, or the attention and respect she received when she went out with shiny pearls on her neck, Jacqueline cherished the products of her bourgeois tastes. That was the last time she questioned her husband’s line of work.

He was a bookie, gambling away money and counting cards so he could turn a profit and as she lingered over his shoulder during their nights in The Blue Lotus or L’Enfer, Jacqui quickly learned that the house doesn’t always win. She figured that if she wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone or truly enjoy herself, she’d at least pay attention while he played and soon enough, she picked up on the games. She had gotten so good merely by watching that she’d even advise her husband on which cards to play next, masking her guidance as sweet nothings being whispered in his ear, or kisses placed on his neck; a happy couple. But it’s easy to call plays when it’s not your money on the line, and one false call on Jacqueline’s part made her never want to look at cards ever again. He had lost nearly 3,000 francs, and when he rose, her husband gave the table a light laugh. “C’est la vie,” he said with a shrug, but his fingers again curled into Jacqueline’s arm as he steered them out of the smoke-filled basement of The Blue Lotus. His words were like spades, cutting into her the entire drive home. She was never to try and advise him again, especially where money was concerned; she was never to attempt to play cards, onlymen were smart enough to play cards.

21-24 ans

Though she could not say the same for her husband, Jacqueline’s life had slowed down significantly. She refused to go out with him anymore, figuring that if she weren’t allowed to enjoy herself while in public, she’d surely enjoy herself at home then. It was a nightly routine for her; give him a swift, emotionless kiss as he left and then within the hour, her girl friends would be over to play their own card games and dominoes while the husbands were out. The women would share a few bottles of wine and bet a couple francs here and there, and just before midnight, Jacqui would clear them out and clean up the house before Gaston came home. She was still great at the games, but she knew better than to let her husband find out that she was playing, let alone with money on the line.

Part of the routine was waiting for him to come home, as they’d been married for a few years now and still were without child. Jacqueline wasn’t sure she had even wanted children, especially not with Gaston, but as the dutiful woman and wife she spent so much time learning to be, she complied. They’d try night and night again, and when his luck on the table hadn’t transferred to the bedroom, again it was Jacqui’s fault and then his fists were like clubs, beating into her body for something that wasn’t even really her fault. Eventually she did fall pregnant, and at first everything was actually pleasant; similar to how things were right before the pair had married. He was lovely and she had finally done something right, and despite all the issues they had had in the past, Jacqueline saw potential for their future. He wanted nothing more than a son, and rather than go out and drink, he would chatter incessantly about the future of their unborn son. “He will be the king of Paris,” he would say, “Just like his father.”

Thankfully, he wasn’t home when she had started bleeding; she wasn’t quite sure what he would’ve done but Jacqueline knew all too well that the man had no boundaries when he was enraged. His prodigy was no longer a possibility, and she knew that she had to work with the hand she was dealt, otherwise the house would win.

So Jacqui had concocted a plan that ensured her victory, and when she came home from dinner with her mother one night, she was greeted with the police at her door. “Madame, ” the captain had said, barely able to look her in the eye, “Je suis vraiment désolé.” He informed the woman that her husband had been very drunk and fell into La Seine, and when his body had been retrieved, he had already drowned and was pronounced dead. After making arrangements with the captain to visit the morgue the following morning, Jacqueline headed inside and called her girl friends and invited them over for a game of spades. She won every hand that night.

25 ans - À present

Following her husband’s “mysterious” death, Jacqueline collected her belongings and as much money as she could, and sold their house. It was with that money that she bought her own beautiful apartment on the right bank and truly began her life. She still had expensive tastes, and satisfied her own appetite while gambling the rest away in hopes of coming out with even more. Jacqui was good, but she already knew that. She played with the big boys, pulling out francs by the pound and counting cards all the way down to the 3 of hearts, but sometimes they were admittedly better. Still, there had to be respect given to a woman who could hold her own in a game of cards and Jacqui came to be known as La Spadille. She was invited to all the tournaments, knew all the passwords to the hidden basements of clubs and if ever she were desperate for a few extra guaranteed francs, she even knew where to find cheap games with the drunk working class men.

A lot of the times she was up, but there were quite a few times where she was down and out. If ever she were running too low on money, she unlocked that little box of skills and traits that she had placed in the furthest depths of her mind and became the most marketable woman she could be. An unmarried woman can only do as much as is appropriate, but a widow? She can do as she pleases. Jacqueline came from money and was married into money, so it was only right that she associate herself with the richest of the rich, even if she couldn’t afford to. She can be seen on the arms of wealthy men, radiating her own excellence as if she doesn’t need them, or she can be seen alone, but using her own charm to cause them to flock to her. In either case, her meals and drinks are often paid for without request, and at the end of the night, Jacqueline is left with more money to test her luck with at the tables in the morning.

POTENTIAL PLOTS/CONNECTIONS

Since Jacqueline is a born and bred “wealthy” Parisian, I’d love to see some connections from her past and perhaps even some that dig into her situation with her husband and how he “mysteriously” died.

Along the same lines, I’d also love for someone from her past to expose the fact that she’s actually broke asf right now and perhaps publicly humiliates her for it?

I’d also love to delve deeper into her lowkey escort business, because really Jacqui’s just trying to secure her bag however she can so perhaps she’s conning someone that’s married and their wife finds out, or OOH a woman who’s like her lowkey sugar-momma but then the husband finds out? That’s hella scandalous.

I’m sure once she gets some more money, she’d probably try and be smart with it rather than gambling it all away, so I’d love for her to get involved in some risky business and further crime.

There’s room for a lot so come and love her plz.

#accepted

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webpostingpro-blog · 8 years ago

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The Convo One Woman Has with Herself Every Time

E all have days whilst we experience insecure and uncomfortable about sure components of our body and blogger Kenzie Brenna is right here to remind you which you’re now not by myself. The frame-confidant blogger currently shared a super relatable publish approximately the collection of mind that race via her mind each time she appears at her stretch marks.

They may be now not generally this important,” she keeps. “In case you most effective had the cash to cast off them. They simply look kinda cool. Sorta like the beginning of a tale. More just like the beginning of a protracted tale. Would I erase my tale to no longer have those? You would probably be Extra cozy without them. Could I without a doubt, although?”

You likely apprehend a number of the primary few sentiments right away.

How typically have you ever requested yourself whether or not going underneath the knife/laser/syringe Could “restoration” your insecurities about something? In the end, even though, Kenzie’s mind evolve right into a verbal exchange with herself about how this so-called physical imperfection would not define her, and they’re a part of her story—in this case, her weight reduction journey.

“Does this have an effect on the pleasant of who I am? No,” she continues. “Would it make you a better man or woman if you obtain rid of those marks? No. Wouldn’t it make you kinder, Extra generous and a higher lover If you had the money to erase them? No. Then you’re ideal. I do not experience best. This is cause ideal isn’t a sense.”

The Desolate Woman – A Biblical Perspective on Rape

A massive nation in a remote land, a beloved king with a lovely daughter, and a good-looking prince who’s heir to the throne the tale has all the makings of a cute fairy story, but it’s far a horror story. The kingdom turned into Israel underneath the rule of thumb of King David and the handsome prince turned into David’s oldest son, Amnon, who just so passed off to be in love together with his half of sister, Tamar. Located in 2 Samuel thirteen, smack dab between David’s affair with Bathsheba and the rebellion of David’s sons against their father is the passage about the rape of Princess Tamar.Nathan the prophet advised David that “the sword will by no means leave your family” only some chapters in advance and observed the turmoil that could erupt in the king’s own family on account of his sin. The unraveling of The kingdom started with this rape.

All of it started out while Amnon has become lovesick over his sister, Tamar. He lamented to his cousin, Jonadab, that he could not do anything to her due to the fact she changed into a virgin. Jonadab concocted a horrible plan, which Amnon completed. Jonadab suggested Amnon feign contamination and request Tamar’s presence from the king. King David did not deny his firstborn something, so certainly Amnon’s request became granted.

Tamar, being the dutiful daughter, came to her brother’s house to prepare him a meal,

Which he refused to eat. Rather he advised all his servants to depart and then stated, “Tamar, why do not you convey the meals right here to me in my bedroom? I’m too vulnerable to eat by myself so I need your assist.” Tamar delivered the food into his bedroom. All of a sudden, Amnon grabbed Tamar and demanded that she join him in bed.

Aghast, Tamar refused his provide begging, “do not pressure me, my brother! Such a component is not achieved in Israel. don’t do this depraved factor. What about me? Wherein could I do away with my shame? And what approximately you, you will be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please talk to the king: he’ll now not preserve me from being married to you” (thirteen:12-thirteen, NIV.) Tamar’s plea fell on deaf ears. And because Amnon is “more potent than she”, he raped her (18:14.)

There are a few exciting things that may be pulled from Tamar’s emotional statement.

While Tamar said that such things as this aren’t executed in Israel, she spoke of the law which forbade a man to have sexual relations with his sister. (Lev. 18: 9, 11) Disgraced, she might have been both placed to loss of life for having This kind of dating or considered “unmarriageable” because she changed into no longer a virgin. But, Tamar then stated that the king could allow Amnon to marry her, which become additionally forbidden by using regulation (Lev. 20:17; Deut. 27:22.) Possibly Tamar hoped this will dissuade Amnon for the moment so she should escape or she notion David might bend the regulation for his youngsters. Whatever the motive, Tamar’s announcement became omitted.

Tamar’s plea cuts to the heart of any woman or woman who has been sexually assaulted. Please don’t do this to me; do not take this from me. but frequently due to the fact a man is more potent than a woman, he takes violently what isn’t always his to take. The girl is frequently left alone and burdened, picking up the pieces of what she thought could be a terrific existence.

Analysis of Bouguereau’s, “A Young Girl Defending Herself Against Eros”

William Bouguereau, a French-Instructional Paint, became an incredibly famous painter inside the past due 1800’s. He became born in L. A. Rochelle, France, on November 30th, 1825. As a younger guy, Bouguereau put himself thru Ecole des Beaux-Arts by using making labels for nearby grocers, and painting photos of neighborhood Parishioners. Similar to the various different artists of the nineteenth century, Bouguereau paid careful attention to his meticulous shape and approach.

The commoners cherished Bouguereau, people might typhoon the once a year Salon every year, and pay impossible prices to peer and purchase his contemporary paintings. The general public adored Bouguereau, but, according to the authentic internet site of The Getty Museum, critics did no longer experience the same way; “They derided the “bourgeois finickiness” and “contagious mediocrity” of Bouguereau’s reflect-smooth, romanticized artwork of cupids, nudes, and peasant women.” A few humans felt that Bouguereau’s painting represented the whole thing that turned into wrong with nineteenth-century Instructional artwork. The impressionist hated his work, and this form of artwork changed into precisely what they were trying to flow far from.

One in every of Bouguereau’s maximum famous works,

A younger Woman Defending Herself Towards Eros” is an astounding portray that, the instant you set eyes at the portray, the aesthetics will catch you off defend. The excellent attention to detail inside the faces of the 2 characters is what certainly attracted me to it. It’s miles mind-blowing how perfectly Bouguereau demonstrates the perfect emotions. It is an academic illustration of a lady playfully resisting cupid’s arrow, secretly wanting it, but certainly shying away from it. This will be interpreted as symbolic of how hard love is to resist at instances. Even though we don’t want to get harm by way of the arrow, we nevertheless all secretly need it. I suppose that the price he uses absolutely makes it light hearted and even form of a funny portray. The feel and area he uses additionally genuinely offer the painting its traditional Educational feel, which is straightforward while still invoking feelings.

The Blogger by James Raven Book Review

James Raven’s stalwart and astute detective Jeff Temple is back for the 5th time around inside the Blogger. A fast-paced and plot-twisting read, Raven’s most up-to-date work is a well-written and timely thriller ideal for our current age.

The world over recognized and undoubtedly arguable Net sensation Daniel Prince is no stranger to controversy

On his weblog, Humans-Energy, Prince is famous for breaking tough-hitting, and regularly politically devastating, memories that disclose scandals, corruption, and different unpleasantries that are rampant within countrywide governments. Maximum recently, a submit on his weblog prompted several excessive-rating British ministers to renounce. Needless to say, Prince has made a number of enemies. However while he is located useless outside his condo constructing one night time, all signs and symptoms point to suicide.

Jeff Temple and his group are referred to as in to research what looks as if a textbook suicide case. But one interview with Prince’s fiancé, Beth Fletcher, but, increases Temple’s suspicions. Beth is adamant that Prince wasn’t suicidal, that he had never even proven any signs and symptoms of depression. She’s satisfied that one of the infinite enemies that he had made through his blogging is guilty of foul play. And in spite of all different proof, Temple is inclined to consider Beth. Further proof in Prince’s condominium points toward homicide, as properly.

However alas, there is no loss of suspects in this case. Aside from the limitless enemies that Prince had made abroad,

There are lots of suspects at home as well. In his condo on my own, there are numerous unsavory characters. There is the sneaky condo constructing concierge George Reese, whose wallow-demeanor and entire access to the complete building makes him more than able to wearing out the deed; There may be resident Hari Basu, acknowledged for his mood and short-fuse, who had already quarreled with Prince numerous instances; the reputedly mild-mannered Mr. And Mrs. Connor, who’ve mysteriously accumulated a scrapbook of newspaper articles that mentioned Prince; and in the end the mysterious married female with whom Prince changed into supposedly having an affair at the least, this is, in step with his pal and confidante Joseph Kessel.

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gayelderstourney · 1 year ago

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OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Ilya Tchaiko/Seichirou Agawa:

DEAR GOD BRO. you don't actually learn about the two of them until later in the manga but tchaiko is always talking about his record player that "an old friend" gave him and how much he loves music. in volume three we get some of their backstory and we find out it was seichirou that gave him the record player!!! we see them go on a few record buying dates and dancing together and it is truly unbearably sweet. i believe they are somewhere between 60 and 70? they met in college and have been together for 30 years, but seichirou got married and had a kid before then. in present day though seichirou is sick in the hospital. tchaiko visits him everyday though he makes sure he only visits when seichirou's son won't be there. this means he gets less time to spend with him :( finally, on the day of the main lesbian couple's wedding, tchaiko gets a text from seichirou's son saying he's in critical condition. tchaiko hesitates to go because he's scared but a mutual friend of theirs pushes him to go. when he gets there we get a sort of dream like visual where seichiro floats out of bed to hold tchaiko, looking how he did before he got sick, and they tell each other they loved spending their lives together. and then seichirou dies. it's soooooooooo sad that shit makes me cry every fucking time bro i cried getting the pictures but it's also soooooooo sweet love is so beautiful. AYUGH.

The manga has alot of different characters going through different things in their life, but all of these are different LGBTQ+ issues. These two are husbands who have spent most of their life together, and now have to accept that death will do them part. They often exchange classical music reccomandations that Tchaiko will play while Seichirou is in hospital and vice versa. Seichirou also has a son from a previous marriage so the manga touches on their relationship aswell. And (spoiler warning) but Seichirou dies from old age at the end of the manga and the scene is, while sad, also very heartwarming, as his son kind of realises the relationship the two of them have and tells him that "his favourite person is here"

Heavy/Medic:

They are referred to as boyfriends in an achievement (Beaux and Arrows) and on the official page for the End of the Line sfm it's described as "an action packed cinematic romp full of comedy action, romance action*, drama action, and actioney-type action.", there are no women in the sfm.

pretty sure they're both over 50 judging by some lines in the comic and their appearances (when the medic is asking satan to be put back on earth he says "another 50 years", implying he already lived for 50 years before he died). these two are typically seen together in canon as an unstoppable duo, and they are the KINGS of romanticizing surgery.

#polls #round 1 #gay elders tourney #tournament poll #our dreams at dusk #ilya tchaiko #seichirou agawa #team fortress 2 #tf2 #heavymedic

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anneesfolleshq · 7 years ago

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「 THE GAMBLER 」

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DIRECT FROM LE PETIT JOURNAL:

𝙻𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚊 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙲œ𝚞𝚛𝚜 — 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙻’𝙴𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛�� 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜’ 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜.

ABOUT:

Your life has always been endless ups and downs. You were born into money but then you were disowned for wasting it all on betting on horses. You won big with what little money your parents left you with, but you put it towards endless pots in underground poker games. There is something about the game that keeps you playing, and damn it do you have an abusive relationship with Lady Luck. You are down and out for the moment. You have ten Francs to your name but you still have the furs on your back and gold adorning your skin. What will you do with your money?

BIO:

(tw: abuse, miscarriage, murder)

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18-20 ans

21-24 ans

25 ans - À present

CONNECTIONS:

THE ARCHITECT: Cards are one of many games you enjoy, and they are a long lasting competitor of yours. The game is one of many you play and you are happy to move onto something else to quench your thirst once you have won but the twitch in the eye does give you a hearty satisfaction.

THE FORGER: You’ve always enjoyed painting, despite not being very good at it. In exchange for a few lessons, you struck a deal with them to teach them how to play cards (well).

THE SHADOW: The way they hover around you while you work your magic bothers you like nothing else, especially because it throws you off your game. You’re being watched, and you know this. But what are they looking for?

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