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[CHAR] It's An Awful Life: A Complex Family Reunion Roleplay
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Reginald Carrington
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
-William Shakespear, Julius Caesar
Name
Reginald Truth Carrington
Nicknames
None because he demands the respect of his full name.
Age
68
Gender
Male
Occupation
CEO and owner of the United States largest energy company (and Canada's 3rd largest). Trium-Veritas, or TriV, owns half the west side of the U.S., and they're a large competitor along the southern border of Canada. They are looking to expand further east, in hopes of giving Japan and Australia options for cleaner energy.
Sexual Orientation
It's Complicated
Relationship Status
Married to Cassiopeia Carrington
Appearance
Tall.
Handsome.
Rich as all hell.
What isn't Liam Neeson Reginald Carrington? A lion of a man, Reginald embodies confidence in ever crease and smooth line of his form and features. Confidence quickly bleeds into intimidation and the wide set of his shoulders does great work in making him seem taller than his 6'3" stature (nearly a foot taller than his wife, though she makes up for the height difference with high heels and an icy glare).
Health is an important factor in Reginald's appearance and day-to-day life. Getting older means eating healthier and keeping once taught muscles proud and healthy as they shield the ever aging organs. Of course, keeping a strict diet and work out routine has always been a staple of his person, and Reginald has not once faltered in his routine—he very well attempts to impose it upon his children and even wife. Partly why he loathes the ravages of time, but loathes plastic surgery even more. Reginald has pride imbued in every pore on his body and knowing that his defined features and sharp jaw aren't his own doing wounds him greatly. Plus, his ever handsome visage being au natural is just another thing to hold over the elite upper class. Even his wrinkles radiate with pride.
What shows even more of his pride are the exceptional amount of clothes he possesses, and footwear. Oxfords are his everything and three piece suits comprise most of his closet, though his casual clothes are from unfashionable. Reginald takes quite a lot of his time creating an outfit, and the perfectionist in him will urge him to spend hours just trying to figure which sock is best for his ensemble, even if his ensemble is jeans and a t-shirt and some converse.
Handsome.
Rich as all hell.
What isn't Liam Neeson Reginald Carrington? A lion of a man, Reginald embodies confidence in ever crease and smooth line of his form and features. Confidence quickly bleeds into intimidation and the wide set of his shoulders does great work in making him seem taller than his 6'3" stature (nearly a foot taller than his wife, though she makes up for the height difference with high heels and an icy glare).
Health is an important factor in Reginald's appearance and day-to-day life. Getting older means eating healthier and keeping once taught muscles proud and healthy as they shield the ever aging organs. Of course, keeping a strict diet and work out routine has always been a staple of his person, and Reginald has not once faltered in his routine—he very well attempts to impose it upon his children and even wife. Partly why he loathes the ravages of time, but loathes plastic surgery even more. Reginald has pride imbued in every pore on his body and knowing that his defined features and sharp jaw aren't his own doing wounds him greatly. Plus, his ever handsome visage being au natural is just another thing to hold over the elite upper class. Even his wrinkles radiate with pride.
What shows even more of his pride are the exceptional amount of clothes he possesses, and footwear. Oxfords are his everything and three piece suits comprise most of his closet, though his casual clothes are from unfashionable. Reginald takes quite a lot of his time creating an outfit, and the perfectionist in him will urge him to spend hours just trying to figure which sock is best for his ensemble, even if his ensemble is jeans and a t-shirt and some converse.
"I do not hesitate. Once I swing my ax it will not miss."
Personality
A man of stone and marble, there isn't much in the way of expressions that move Reginald. He belies the look of a man intent on perpetual judgement, with eyes a piercing midnight—a cold Van Gogh painting. Expressions of cold, hard stoicism are not far from the truth. Reginald feels, but he doesn't express himself in ways normal to human beings, or much at all. The man himself fairs on the ruthless, efficient side. With eyes that can swoop like an ax, Reginald feels little in the way of sympathy or pity. A utilitarian at its finest, Reginald believes in the greater good of his company, and thus in the world at large. The philosophy less uses Reginald at its behest, but rather services the man's great endeavors.
Because a man like Reginald has grand ideas to churn out and he works as a steam roller, caring little for who gets caught beneath.
But, like any man of fine taste, Reginald acts with airs and pomp. Though, his fancy airs always come tinged with superiority, a cleverness that belies a sharp intelligence, and a lack of filter. Reginald says what ails his mind; the truth comes from his mouth like fire. And he leaves nothing untouched by his hand of judgment. He nitpicks, sees flaws and wishes to correct them, to an OCD obsession. Possibly more than just a perfectionist, Reginald will go out of his way to see something fixed, careless as to who he disrespects. Because Reginald does not lose respect, he merely gains and demands it. If it is refused to him, Reginald will act in a manner almost ruthless, letting his anger simmer until it blindsides whoever attracted his ire.
Reginald assumes perfection, yet has never been so far from it.
Because a man like Reginald has grand ideas to churn out and he works as a steam roller, caring little for who gets caught beneath.
But, like any man of fine taste, Reginald acts with airs and pomp. Though, his fancy airs always come tinged with superiority, a cleverness that belies a sharp intelligence, and a lack of filter. Reginald says what ails his mind; the truth comes from his mouth like fire. And he leaves nothing untouched by his hand of judgment. He nitpicks, sees flaws and wishes to correct them, to an OCD obsession. Possibly more than just a perfectionist, Reginald will go out of his way to see something fixed, careless as to who he disrespects. Because Reginald does not lose respect, he merely gains and demands it. If it is refused to him, Reginald will act in a manner almost ruthless, letting his anger simmer until it blindsides whoever attracted his ire.
Reginald assumes perfection, yet has never been so far from it.
Likes
- David, by Michaelangelo
- Pieta
- Rye Bread
- Italian Cuisine
- Enacting Judgment
- Sweet Peas
Dislikes
- Losing Money
- The idea of old age
- Horses
- Inaction
Strengths
- Brutal
- Efficient
- Cunning
Weaknesses
- Lacks Morality
- Classist
- Extremely Conservative (not in a political sense)
Fears
Death by old age. Seeing the ravages of time. Being told by his children that he is hated.
"If I had my way, I would sit back and watch the world turn until the sun engulfs it and the universe simply... carries on."
History
As a young boy, Reginald wanted to be many things. However, one thing that stuck with him until his late teen years was writing for Broadway plays and singing for musicals. Drama club had been the height of his high school career. Though his grades were impeccable enough to land him into Oxford, Reginald had a laser focus on theatre and English. One could still ask Reginald to recite every word of Midsummer Night's Dream and he'd be able to do it without fail.
However, come graduation, he'd received a letter from Juliard and Columbia both stating that they were sorry to inform him of his rejection to both schools. Not until he'd been staring at his father's body, handsome as ever in his coffin, that Reginald realized that he did, in fact get accepted to both schools. His mother handed him the letters his father kept, informing him that Mr. Carrington had plans for him and none of them involved prancing around on a stage acting for a long dead man.
Funny how ironic that turned out to be.
William Shakespeare once said that all life is a stage. However, Reginald was no longer acting for the man of utter talent, but for the long dead father he'd grown to loathe.
Hopes and dreams already dashed, Reginald moved to the one university his father did approve of. With spite icing his veins, Reginald went through each and every class with a goal in mind. He'd graduated with a 4.0 and went on to Cambridge soon after. Everything he did was begrudgingly, with precise efficiency and ruthless tact. Anyone in his way was steam rolled over if they didn't move in time and he had no qualms about it. If his dreams were not good enough for the world, then he'd do what he can to change it and his perception.
Of course, Reginald did grant himself one last hope, in the form of Shakespearean Lit. He poured everything he could of himself in the various classes needed for the major and with a gentler side to himself. It was his last goodbye, something he could grant himself if not for but the memory of it.
Afterwards, he inherited his father's company, renamed it from the ever prideful Carrington Inc to Trium-Veritas and moved on to cleaner energy, much to his father's chagrin. It sky rocketed him into practical stardom and gained the company an enormous amount of wealth in stock and shares. He put every bit of himself into the company as he could, until finally meeting the love of his life.
Well, kind of meeting her. She'd resisted his advance that first night and Reginald knew not to push after the first rejected drink. However, she proposed an idea he hadn't thought of. Friendship. Reginald didn't have many friends outside of work related issues—most friends were merely tools to garner more interest and money. Cassiopiea was different in that she offered him nothing but her company and he took it gladly. It wasn't until he was waiting for her down the aisle that he honestly needed nothing more. Not the company. Not the money. Not the world. As long as he had her.
And maybe something else.
Or a few something elses. Though, only Cassiopeia knew of those other needs in his life.
However, come graduation, he'd received a letter from Juliard and Columbia both stating that they were sorry to inform him of his rejection to both schools. Not until he'd been staring at his father's body, handsome as ever in his coffin, that Reginald realized that he did, in fact get accepted to both schools. His mother handed him the letters his father kept, informing him that Mr. Carrington had plans for him and none of them involved prancing around on a stage acting for a long dead man.
Funny how ironic that turned out to be.
William Shakespeare once said that all life is a stage. However, Reginald was no longer acting for the man of utter talent, but for the long dead father he'd grown to loathe.
Hopes and dreams already dashed, Reginald moved to the one university his father did approve of. With spite icing his veins, Reginald went through each and every class with a goal in mind. He'd graduated with a 4.0 and went on to Cambridge soon after. Everything he did was begrudgingly, with precise efficiency and ruthless tact. Anyone in his way was steam rolled over if they didn't move in time and he had no qualms about it. If his dreams were not good enough for the world, then he'd do what he can to change it and his perception.
Of course, Reginald did grant himself one last hope, in the form of Shakespearean Lit. He poured everything he could of himself in the various classes needed for the major and with a gentler side to himself. It was his last goodbye, something he could grant himself if not for but the memory of it.
Afterwards, he inherited his father's company, renamed it from the ever prideful Carrington Inc to Trium-Veritas and moved on to cleaner energy, much to his father's chagrin. It sky rocketed him into practical stardom and gained the company an enormous amount of wealth in stock and shares. He put every bit of himself into the company as he could, until finally meeting the love of his life.
Well, kind of meeting her. She'd resisted his advance that first night and Reginald knew not to push after the first rejected drink. However, she proposed an idea he hadn't thought of. Friendship. Reginald didn't have many friends outside of work related issues—most friends were merely tools to garner more interest and money. Cassiopiea was different in that she offered him nothing but her company and he took it gladly. It wasn't until he was waiting for her down the aisle that he honestly needed nothing more. Not the company. Not the money. Not the world. As long as he had her.
And maybe something else.
Or a few something elses. Though, only Cassiopeia knew of those other needs in his life.
Education
Oxford and then Cambridge for his Masters.
Favorite memory
Witnessing the birth of each and everyone of his children, or signing the adoption papers to those brought into the family. His wedding is only second to any of these and both have brought the man to tears.
Least favorite memory
The first Thanksgiving he celebrated with only himself; Cassiopeia had been stuck at the Vancouver airport and Charlie had somewhere better to be.
"I don't want to admit that I've failed in life. Not even once. I won't admit it now, however dishonest I am being."
Birthday
June 18th, 1947
Astrological Sign
Gemini
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"Maybe I should just accept a few inevitables in my life. But, then again, where would I be if I had already done so?"
Reginald Carrington
"Character quote here."
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"A match made in Heaven. Or Hell, depending on who you asked."
T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
"Ah, the publicity stunt."
Her chuckle caught him off guard, quiet and heavy in his ear. He almost jumped, but stood his ground. "You're crying," Cassiopeia whispered over the roar of the crowd.
"This ingrate beside me flecked a kernel in my eye," Reginald sniffled. He turned away as if to glare at the man beside him. Rather, he asked him for the handkerchief sticking out of his back pocket. The man smiled and handed it to him.
"Do you know her?" the man asked, leaning closer.
"Do I know her?" Reginald beamed at the question, "she's my prima ballerina. My daughter."
"You must be proud."
"I always have been."
M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"I suppose business measures do like to rely on sex appeal. At least I know where my money comes from."
"Wow, look at this pretty bitty."
Reginald's head swerved, out of disinterest, really. He hadn't been watching the two young frat brats the moment they came in. The specialized mechanic chop shop had a rack that entirely consisted of scantily clad women. On off days he'd scowl at it, as if the obvious display of perpetual horniness offended him. Today had been one of those days.
Sexism scrawled all over that entire section of the lobby and these two boys seemed intent on drooling over women they'd never get.
"What's her name?" the blonde, a boy who wore his polo two sizes too small—to accentuate his muscles, no doubt—leaned over to ask. He shot a look at Reginald.
"I dunno, dude," the other spoke, too orange for his own good. Spray tans; Reginald scoffed the moment he walked into the room.
Spray Tan leaned over and put the entire pin up on display. Reginald sucked in a breath at the sight of one of his younger daughters, Marisol, displaying a tight fitting ensemble. She looked breathtaking and beautiful, striking a pose that seemed casual, yet proud. A Carrington tried and true. Reginald beamed with pride; his daughter was doing what she loved and she was damn good at it.
"Haha, looks like the old man's interested. The bathroom's open. We won't tell if you wanna borrow, if you know what I mean," Blondie spoke up, nearly shouting as he bent over two chairs to fist bump Reginald.
The next thing Reginald knew he was standing outside the shop with the keys to his SUV and the owner barring him from his services for life. They didn't seem too concerned with Blondie unconscious on the floor over there, his nose bent out of shape. While Spray Tan had an ice pack on his testicles and a black eye to match the orange on his face.
Reginald looked down, a scuff on his favorite shoe and a deep throbbing in his right fist. Grabbing his phone he dialed quick and spoke once he heard an audible click. "I'm going to be late for my meeting, darling. Would you care to take it?" he paused to hear Cassiopeia's inquiry, "Nothing, just... uh... slammed my hand pretty hard in the car door. I think I broke a few bones. Yes, I know. Love you too."
R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"Who?"
"Your son wants to be exactly like you," Cassiopeia wandered in that evening, disheveled with her lips in a thin line.
"An emotionally constipated old man?" Reginald said, not bothering to look up from his monitor. He could tell his wife threw her head back, just by the way her laugh radiated from her vocal chords. He looked up then in time to see her soft smile.
"You're more than that," Cassiopeia murmured and sat herself on his desk.
Reginald rubbed his eyes and leaned into his leather chair. "Then hopefully that other major in English will set him on the right path," he leaned forward to rummage through a drawer before pulling something out. He threw them at Cassiopeia's hip, while she arched her brow and looked down. "Send him some brochures, offer him these, and hope for the best."
"Shakespeare? Book of Mormon? Is this Wicked?" Cassiopeia recited each pamphlet, moving on to drama classes, singing lessons, the works.
"If he wants to be like me, then he should be the real me. The me who wanted more than—" Reginald gestured to the paperwork, the document on his computer, crappy business awards, "—this. More than what my own father wanted."
C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
"Ah, the last and final hope. For some reason, I'm not too hopeful"
"And if you'd take a look at the quarterly report..." the voice hadn't reached Reginald yet, even with the added tightness of it.
"And if you'd take a look at the quarterly report," it demanded his attention again, of which was currently laser focused on stuffing things into an envelope.
Reginald cursed, frowning at the bent corner as if it had personally offended him. "Do I need a bigger envelope?"
"Sir?!"
"I am busy here, Mr. Daily," Reginald snapped back. With raised envelope and a numerous amount of paper sticking from it, Reginald waved it to emphasize his point before slamming it on the table. Cassiopeia did her best to hide the smirk adorning her face, but Mr. Daily caught the snicker as soon as it left her mouth. He threw an icy glare her way before waving the pointer at Reginald.
"What could be more important than my sales pitch?"
Reginald's jaw tightened. The discussion ended abruptly, with Reginald standing at an alarming speed and stomping out. The glass door shattered on his way out and he stopped just before the corner cut him off. "Three minutes to clean out your office."
In his haste, Cassiopeia followed, sending glares at the shards of glass poking the soles of her heels. As soon as they were out of ear shot, she whipped her husband around and gave him a hard look. "What was that? His idea could have gained us a profitable share of Vancouver and you fired him?" Cassiopeia hissed between clenched teeth, "What is the matter with you?"
"Nothing he had to say was more important than this," Reginald raised his voice to match Cassiopeia's ire. He waved the envelope in her face, giving his wife the opportunity to snatch it. "Cassiopeia. Rosalind. Carrington. You are playing a dangerous game."
"Are these VIP tickets to the San Diego Comic Con, Reginald? Who gave you these? The next episode of Star Wars doesn't come out for another six months," she tore everything from the already shredded envelope. At least he could acquire one of the appropriate size now. "Explain," this time Cassiopeia made an effort to mock him with a wave of each.
"It's Charlie's birthday tomorrow. And I had asked Hamill for a favor. He owes me one and I thought this was an important enough occasion to cash in," Reginald deflated, rubbing a hand over his face, "You know how busy we've been since his birth. He hasn't had anyone actually be there lately. You know he thinks he's being sneaky when he orders 10 issues of the many versions of X-Men and the recent Avengers series from our credit cards."
For a moment, Reginald thought she just might tear them to shreds. They lost quite a big portion of their investments in that man and could have possibly lost Vancouver to a rival company. They most definitely lost their spot as 2nd in most used and best source of clean energy in Canada. However, Reginald would quite literally go back in time to do the exact same thing. Probably in a flashier ordeal. More yelling and shattered glass. Maybe send security up immediately.
"You need a bigger envelope," Cassiopeia said, an exasperated sigh quickly leaving her lips as she handing everything back. "And there are two tickets to see Episode VII, you'll need another for Comic Con, since I doubt he'd want to go alone."
Reginald could only smile. He just wish he could see Charlie's face when he received his gift in the mail.
"And put a pamphlet for MIT in there. I know he doesn't think he should go just yet, but it's nice to know how long he'll have the option for the best. If anything you have a friend who teaches there, right? They can meet. Discuss... nerd things. Star Wars. I don't know."
"How could I possibly live without you?" Reginald mumbled.
"You couldn't," Cassiopeia gave a wink before sauntering off. He could hear her a hallway away, already screaming, "It's been 5 minutes; why is there still glass in this carpet? This is a walking hazard. You! Yes, you. Are you the janitor? Yes? Alright, clean this up and then you're fired."
G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"Mama's boy didn't have time for his own father. Ironic."
D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"He used to have an awful stutter. Awful."
A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
"Like everything Avery's done, his 'best-seller' was simple luck. I suppose the universe took pity."
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"I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster."
-Catherine The Great
Name
Tatiana Lobov Korvo Carrington
Nickname
Solovey - It means nightingale in Russian, was given to her as a small child by a local poet. She adores the nickname.
Age
30
Gender
Female
Occupation
Tattoo Artist
Residence
Apartment Above Tattoo Parlor in the Bronx
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Relationship Status
Technically single but that isn't what she tells her parents.
Appearance
Tatiana stands at around 5’4” in height and is beyond thin, seemingly undernourished in her appearance at times even though she is very athletic and strong for her size. Her pale skin seems to bring out the lines of bones and the brightness of her emerald eyes. She has naturally brown hair but she keeps it either bleached blonde or dyed vibrant red. The cut of her hair varies, one year it may be down her back, the next she will show up with it all cut off in a pixie cut. One never knows. Currently it is just passed her shoulders, layered and crimson in color.
Tatiana tends to wear an odd cross of 50’s rocker and bohemian. Worn jeans, spike heeled boots, corsets one minute; the next she will be in a flowing skirt you would think a flower child of the 70’s would wear with far too many layers of tank tops and t-shirts over it. Whatever strikes her fancy at the moment. With the colder weather she will usually be seen loose sweaters with wide open neck lines, soft leggings and the ugliest uggs she can get ahold of, as well as a fur lined trapper hat.
For a tattoo artist one may think she is covered head to toe in ink but she only has one piece to date but it is a large piece that took years to have completed. Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test.
Tatiana tends to wear an odd cross of 50’s rocker and bohemian. Worn jeans, spike heeled boots, corsets one minute; the next she will be in a flowing skirt you would think a flower child of the 70’s would wear with far too many layers of tank tops and t-shirts over it. Whatever strikes her fancy at the moment. With the colder weather she will usually be seen loose sweaters with wide open neck lines, soft leggings and the ugliest uggs she can get ahold of, as well as a fur lined trapper hat.
For a tattoo artist one may think she is covered head to toe in ink but she only has one piece to date but it is a large piece that took years to have completed. Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test.
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"I may be a Korvo but I am still a Carrington!"
Personality
Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. Too much pain from her childhood has caused to her be very protective about those she cares about, always afraid she is about to lose someone else in her life. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down or judged.
She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she was adopted by the Carringtons. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself. She has only told the full story to her younger sibling Marisol and that was only recently.
Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with her adopted parents if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. It rarely worked, the Carringtons knowing how driven the child was to succeed, and usually ended up in a full Prima blow up and a chair flying through a window.
Tatiana has never dealt with the loss of her birth parents and this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.
She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she was adopted by the Carringtons. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself. She has only told the full story to her younger sibling Marisol and that was only recently.
Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with her adopted parents if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. It rarely worked, the Carringtons knowing how driven the child was to succeed, and usually ended up in a full Prima blow up and a chair flying through a window.
Tatiana has never dealt with the loss of her birth parents and this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.
Likes
- Nightingales
- Coffee
- Symphonic Metal
- Traveling
- B-Rated Movies
- Cheesy Romance Novels
- Rorschach Inspired Art
- Tattoos
- Ballet
- Smoking
Dislikes
- Drunks
- Running into Ex's
- Judgemental People
- Losing Inspiration
- Being Interrupted
- Know-It-Alls
- Vodka
Strengths
- Creative
- Protective
- Loving
Weaknesses
- Moody
- Boisterous
- Guarded
Fears
- Wolves
- Losing a sibling
- Being Forgotten
"Ballet is in the heart, it is my blood."
History
Tatiana was born in Dushanbe, Tajikistan during the fall of the U.S.S.R. as part of the Ethnic Russian Minority. Life was hard economically during her formative years but her parents managed to work out a deal with a former ballerina to teach their daughter ballet in exchange for room and board. This worked out well until the Tajikistani Civil War broke out in 1992.
The family fled the city and headed south in hopes of getting away from the turmoil but it was all for naught. Shortly after reaching Qurghonteppa during the height of hostilities Tatiana witnessed the death of both her parents in a gruesome mass killing. Being of Ethnic Russian decent she was quickly ushered to an orphanage in Russia instead of Afghanistan. This is where the Carringtons found her a couple of years later and adopted her at the age of ten.
Tatiana was thrust into the life of a Carrington quickly; tutors to learn English and catch her up in her studies, an elite private school, art and ballet classes. Life was nothing that she had ever known; wealth, stature, siblings. All things she had never had but she had lost something great. Two loving adoring parents who were replaced by the Carringtons. Tatiana turned to her new siblings as family, quickly growing to love each of them in their own way.
Life seemed on the surface pristine until the night before her debut when she was seventeen; she was dropped during a lift. Shattered ribs, a broken femur and a concussion later she awoke in the hospital. Her debut was over and it would take, in the life of a ballerina, forever to be back on her "toes." This coupled with the already high tensions of the Carrington home lead to a fall out after her high school graduation. Tatiana packed up and moved out that night; never looking back and heading straight into the streets of New York City.
Tatiana found work as a receptionist for tattoo parlor and teaching ballet part-time. She was admitted into Manhattan College in 2004 and went part-time while working. During this time she continued to teach ballet and worked her way up at the tattoo parlor under an apprenticeship to become a full fledged tattoo artist. She graduated in 2010 with a Bachelors Degree Fine Arts and minoring in Russian.
This was a hard process and kept Tatiana poor over the years but being able to work with other ballerinas in the program helped push Tatiana back into the dance studio. After graduation she focused more on teaching and dancing than tattooing but kept working in the shop to keep up the thin veil that tattooing was her profession for appearance sake; not wanting anyone in her family to know they she was still in the ballet world.
Currently she lives above the tattoo parlor that she has worked at for more than a decade but spends most of her time either teaching ballet, focusing on finding students in the Russian side of the city where she can use her background as a foot in the door, or training herself. She has been working in secret for sometime towards a goal, something she was not going to tell her family about until afterwards but with this reunion, perhaps it is time for her to finally come clean.
The family fled the city and headed south in hopes of getting away from the turmoil but it was all for naught. Shortly after reaching Qurghonteppa during the height of hostilities Tatiana witnessed the death of both her parents in a gruesome mass killing. Being of Ethnic Russian decent she was quickly ushered to an orphanage in Russia instead of Afghanistan. This is where the Carringtons found her a couple of years later and adopted her at the age of ten.
Tatiana was thrust into the life of a Carrington quickly; tutors to learn English and catch her up in her studies, an elite private school, art and ballet classes. Life was nothing that she had ever known; wealth, stature, siblings. All things she had never had but she had lost something great. Two loving adoring parents who were replaced by the Carringtons. Tatiana turned to her new siblings as family, quickly growing to love each of them in their own way.
Life seemed on the surface pristine until the night before her debut when she was seventeen; she was dropped during a lift. Shattered ribs, a broken femur and a concussion later she awoke in the hospital. Her debut was over and it would take, in the life of a ballerina, forever to be back on her "toes." This coupled with the already high tensions of the Carrington home lead to a fall out after her high school graduation. Tatiana packed up and moved out that night; never looking back and heading straight into the streets of New York City.
Tatiana found work as a receptionist for tattoo parlor and teaching ballet part-time. She was admitted into Manhattan College in 2004 and went part-time while working. During this time she continued to teach ballet and worked her way up at the tattoo parlor under an apprenticeship to become a full fledged tattoo artist. She graduated in 2010 with a Bachelors Degree Fine Arts and minoring in Russian.
This was a hard process and kept Tatiana poor over the years but being able to work with other ballerinas in the program helped push Tatiana back into the dance studio. After graduation she focused more on teaching and dancing than tattooing but kept working in the shop to keep up the thin veil that tattooing was her profession for appearance sake; not wanting anyone in her family to know they she was still in the ballet world.
Currently she lives above the tattoo parlor that she has worked at for more than a decade but spends most of her time either teaching ballet, focusing on finding students in the Russian side of the city where she can use her background as a foot in the door, or training herself. She has been working in secret for sometime towards a goal, something she was not going to tell her family about until afterwards but with this reunion, perhaps it is time for her to finally come clean.
Education
Bachelors Degree in Fine Arts from Manhattan College
Favorite memory
Tatainas most treasured memory happened long before she became a Carrington. It was before the fall of the U.S.S.R. when her father took her to see her first ballet. She fell in love with the dance when her eyes fell onto the Prima.
Least favorite memory
Watching her parents die, it is something she refuses to speak about but it still haunts her dreams from time to time.
A Memory - The Last Dance
Dress rehearsals; the hour was growing late and the company was already tired. A small break had been called so that the lighting technician could make some final adjustments; Sergei, the artistic director, was bellowing that there needed to be more cyan during the final lift as not to "make Tati look like death."
He had been screaming at everyone the last few days but that was his way and he was always his most volatile the night before opening. Tomorrow he would present Tatiana in the role that was to elevate her to the status of the principle ballerina for his company.
"She will be Prima!" Sergei exclaimed with grand enthusiasm to Reginald and Cassiopeia the day he met with them to discuss the ballet he wanted to commission. Checks where written to help fund the monumental undertaking, assurances were made, investments would be returned ten times over and the little solovey would become the next Prima.
Tatiana had never been more excited in her life than the moment when she was told, this is what she had dreamed of ever since she saw Nina Ananiashvili as Giselle. She had leapt up from her place at the dinner table, knocking the edge of her soup bowl over and spilling its contents. She rushed to Reginald and Cassiopeia, hugging each of them tightly and exclaiming over and over again that she would not let them down. It was one of the few moments she had ever shown true adoration and affection towards either of her adoptive parents; dashing off before they could even respond.
That night had been nearly a year before and tomorrow she would take stage. The ballet that had been commissioned was exquisite in every sense of the word. The music was hauntingly majestic, the dances were astonishing, the acts were moving. The ballet was an ethereal combination of classical Russian techniques and modern interpretation. It was a perfect mirror for Tatiana; part old world, part new. Beautiful grace and sharp strength. Part Korvo, part Carrington.
Several in the company had slipped out to have a cigarette but not Tatiana. She had yet to take up the habit and instead sat on the floor back stage. Her legs stretched out before her, toes at pointe; her head resting on her knees as she became lost in thought of what this journey had meant to her and what tomorrow's destination would bring. Tomorrow she would be Prima.
She was nervous but not because of the stage; her parents had sworn they would be there tomorrow to watch. As far as Tatiana knew, they had never been to a single performance. Tomorrow she would prove herself to them; she would prove they had chosen right when they adopted her. Damn the rest of the world, the only opinions that mattered was the looks she hoped to earn from Reginald and Cassiopeia. She would prove she was worthy of the name Carrington.
"Back to vork!" Sergei bellowed as the lighting technician finally found the hue setting the artistic director had been demanding. Tatiana snapped out of her thoughts and quickly stood, hustling over to center stage. Clarence, her partner, rushing up beside her.
"You're vet and you stink," Tatiana remarked as she gave the man a look of disgust. "Like ash tray."
"Get over it Tati," Clarence said with a grimace.
"Shut the fuck up you two, now.. Take from final bourree through the grand pas de deux. Clarence, keep your damn back straight, you're lifting an angel from hell to heaven. Show some fucking pride. Tati, my solovey, head high. I want you facing that audience as if you've just conquered the vorld!" Sergei yelled, balling his fist and thrusting it into the air.
Tatiana nodded and took fifth position; a sharp exhale of breath passing between her lips as she cracked her fingers, awaiting for the music to start. This was the last rehearsal, the last chance to get this right. Tomorrow there would be no time for correction, it would be too late. She needed to nail this now.
The music started so softly, a gentle pull of bow over strings. Tatiana look to motion, Clarence ever at her side. She moved with innocent sensuality and determined strength through each arabesque, every plie and demi-plie were focused; her lines long and graceful. The music building, the dance speeding along. The final act; a battles apex as the music came to its zenith. Now was the time for her to rise above the chaos.
Tatiana locked her mind into the memory of the day Reginald and Cassiopeia had adopted her. Lifting her out of the rat infested squalor that was the orphanage she had survived in since shortly after her birth parents had been slaughtered and into the light and life high above that was the world of the Carringtons. This single memory fueling the crescendo to the pinnacle of the performance.
The hand of Clarence came to her tiny waist, her hand fell to his broad shoulder. A stop, a split second pause as their eyes locked; a nod of acceptance as she placed her life in his hands. This was a moment of complete trust before he hoisted her with a single hand and motion into the air; back straight, the look on his face full of pride as his elbow locked and he held the wee nightingale in the air.
Tatiana curled her body to eighth on her side, feet at pointe, legs high above her head; her arms out at a graceful second position, looking at if she was taking flight. Her cheek brushed against Clarence's lightly as it was supposed to before lifting it victoriously towards where the audience would be the following night. Perfection.
Then she felt it, a slight jostle and then the serenity of the moment was broken. She could feel his knees buckle, the lock on his elbow break free; Tatiana flew from his grasp in a way she never expected and the world's rotation seemed to slow. She could do nothing as she watched the stage approach. The ballerina fell from grace and crashed into the side of the stage. Her ribs hitting the edge, body rolling and bouncing into first row of chairs; her head slamming against the arm of one. The world went black.
Three days had passed before Taitana opened her eyes to white walls lined with balloons, flowers, stuffed animals and get well cards. She was only awake a moment before she fell back into unconsciousness, thinking her parents were there but when she awoke again later that day she was alone. Had they ever been there? No, they couldn't have been, she must have imagined it, they'd never visit a failure.
Looking around she saw the lines of iv's in her arm, noting the cast on her leg, the wrappings around her chest and head. She sat there frozen when the doctor came in, unable to move or even blink. Three shattered ribs, a broken femur, and a concussion. The doctor kept telling her she would dance again but it would be at least a year before she could go back into the studio to even try.
News spread quickly, her understudy had taken her role; the show had gone on without her. A year to heal, another two or three minimal to rehabilitate; a lifetime in the short life of a ballerina. What was she to do now? Ballet had been her life, her blood, her one ticket to prove she was truly worthy of the name Carrington.
Now it was all gone in an instant. A small splash of water on stage thanks to those who went outside in the rain had caused her fall from grace. War had taken her parents and she could do nothing but watch as they were slaughtered. Now the chance to be a Prima and to prove herself a true Carrington, this too, had been taken from her and all she could do was watch. Despair and desperation set in quickly and it would be years before she would be able to climb out of it.
"Life goes on long after the heart stops beating."
Birthday
October 31, 1985
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Social Media
Solovey85 - All Medias
Christmas Song
You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch
"Do they still remember me?"
"Family is not always who we were born to but where we ended up in life."
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"I don't know Papa, I guess I am still trying to find myself."
Tatiana loves her adoptive father and respects him, he has done a lot by bringing her into the family. Yet she feels like a disappointment due to her injury keeping her from ever becoming a Prima. He wasn't exactly pleased when she blew up an left home after her injury, she hasn't spoken to him since.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"Hey, if you think it is so easy, why don't you try prancing around like some show pony on your toes!"
Loathe? Is that the right word? Tatiana cannot nor has ever been able to stand her adoptive mother and she will only play nice because of her father; that never lasts long. She feels that while she was lucky to be adopted that Cassiopeia needs to pay attention to her children instead of ignoring them. She refuses to call her mother and frequently snaps at the woman, calling her Cass instead of mom. She will sometimes call her mother but it is always seething with hatred.
M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"YA zdes', yesli vy nuzhdayetes' vo mne, kak vsegda."
If there is one sibling in the Carrington family that Tatiana would take a bullet for it is Marisol. Tatiana took to her younger sibling quickly and over time came to care for her more as a daughter than a sister. Ever protective of Marisol, if their parents say or do anything negative towards her Tatiana will step in. Even since the move she has stayed in contact and Marisol has a key to her place in New York so no matter what happens she knows her little sister has a place to stay.
G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"You are everything good that our parents couldn't be."
When Tatiana was adopted, Gabe was already grown but even with sporadic visitations she came to care for him. A bit too much in her teen years. Gabe was caring and affectionate; the complete opposite of her parents. This combined with his good looks led to a bit of a crush on her adopted sibling for a time. It confused Tatiana, he was supposed to be a brother but they weren't "really related." That coupled with her being a girl and him being into guys made it even more confusing. Thankfully she grew out of the crush and her affection towards him grew into a sisterly love. She doesn't talk to him much these days but she worries. She doesn't want him to turn into their father as he ages. As far as she is concerned the world needs more Gabriels and less Reginalds.
R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"Stop trying to be what you think they want and just be happy with who you are!"
Rowan and Tatiana at one time were on good terms and decently close as siblings. The protective nature they shared seemed to fuel this. That was until it grew closer to the time for Rowan to leave for university. Rowan, wanting to please his parents, clashed with Tatiana, who was tired of trying to live up to their standards, and they had a falling out. Since then things have been tense between the two.
C H A R L I E C A R R I N G T O N
"So curious little one, somethings shouldn't taint your young mind."
Tatiana was still decently young and new to the family when Charlie was born and when he was brought home she fawned over him, pushing many a nanny aside so that she could tend to him. She doubts he remembers such days. As he grew he became curious about her accent and looks since she was unlike the rest of the family and didn't sound like them. She would laugh it off and tell him family is who we loved, not who we were born to. He would pry though, constantly asking her about her life before she became a Carrington. Something she didn't want to talk about. She didn't want his memories filled with tales of her being a refugee and seeing her natural born parents dying before her. It was something she wished was not in her own memory. Instead she would tell him tales of the Prima Ballerinas and the grand cities of Russia, drawing in her sketch pads the bubbled turrets that were in Moscow. They are not close these days due to her moving but she keeps tabs on him and every so often will send him post cards where she is to show him what she is seeing right then.
D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"First learn to love yourself, then you can love another."
When Tatiana was brought home, Daniel was close to leaving home to go to university so they did not have much time to bond before he departed. Though since her moving to New York they have formed an odd sort of relationship. He makes sure her legal needs are covered and that any contracts she has in place for conventions is in order so that she is not screwed over. They meet from time to time to have brunch but their meetings are always short. It is not for lack of love, she adores Daniel in so many ways, but their personalities can clash if they are around each other too long. She thinks he holds the soul of a Prima even if he doesn't hold the talent to stand on toe point, something she will tease him about from time to time but she is never serious about it. The two have been known to throw rather vicious remarks at the other but deep beneath the seething surface her words are always there to try to break through his perfection of an exterior.
A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
"One day you will immortalize this family in ways our father and mother never dreamed of."
Avery is only a few years younger than Tatiana. Tatiana did for him what she did for all the younger siblings, took care of them as best she could and tried to show him the love they did not receive openly from their parents. She would sneak him sketch pads, seeing his talent like everyone else did, and leave them in his room with no sign of who they were from. He was quiet so she left him to his own a lot but she kept watch from a distance. Something about him drew her eye, perhaps it was their similar interest in the arts. Today she keeps in loose contact with Avery and each year on his birthday an unmarked package will be delivered to him; a single sketch pad like the ones she would leave on his bed when he was young.
L I V C A R R I N G T O N
"Liv, you are stronger than you let yourself be, don't take life too seriously. None of us get out alive."
Liv is so very different from her twin brother but to Tatiana that is a good thing. Tatiana believes that Liv should be her own person but she worries about her younger sibling so very much, especially when they were younger. The happy child slow began to lock away her feelings like so many of the Carringtons, this was a fire that Tatiana never wanted to see doused; dragging Liv when she could to her ballet practice and making faces at her while she danced. When Liv came to New York and stepped off the plane, Tatiana was there in the shadows keeping an eye on her little sister and in the bleachers behind wide brimmed sunglasses as her volleyball team won the state championship. Like with Avery, each year on her birthday Liv will receive an unmarked package - within it will be some piece of jewelry custom designed for Liv by an unknown jeweler.
S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
"Is it the booze that makes you as cold as mother or is it just natural?”
Tatiana never knew Sam growing up, she had already been long gone at that point but even with that it seems that Tatiana took after her eldest sister in at least one way; having a fall out with their parents, picking up and moving out; never speaking with them again. Over the years Tatiana has had little contact with Sam, having only dropped by her sisters gallery a handful of times over the years. It never ends well, usually a comment will lead to a fight and Tatiana will end up storming out.
Tatiana being who she is though, will end up trying again after a year or so only to end up in a de'javu scenario. Tatiana still tries from time to time but now a days it is more in the form of her dropping off a new sketch she has done for Sam around her birthday.
It's always left with the doorman, never signed, looking like an inkblot test vaguely resembling something to do with their family and a note; "What do you see?" Tatiana doesn't know if she does this to aggravate her older sister or in some odd attempt for acceptance from her because she admires Sam's art work.
W Y A T T R O T H E N B E R G
"Just keep smiling, it's vhat I'm paying you for."
There really is no good way to describe Tatianas relationship with Wyatt, other than it's complete bullshit. Not wanting to go home to her parents without someone Tatiana placed a Craigslist ad looking for a boyfriend for hire. She knew it was a bad idea but she was desperate. Hadn't she already disappointed her parents enough? To come home single would just be the icing on a cake she didn't want to eat.
Wyatt answered the ad and seemed as worried as she was when they met. She has breathed a bit of a sigh of relief; he's cute and seems okay, though in the back of her mind she is still wondering if he is going to harvest her kidney and leave her in a bath of ice in a motel 6, or worse kidnap her and demand a ransom from her parents they would never pay.
GoddessSophia Broken Girl
Banned
Seen
5 yrs ago
"Peter is my reason to smile and go on."
-Marisol
Full Name:
Marisol Naya Carrington
Nicknames:
Her nicknames are Mar and Mari, she had those nicknames all of her life. She only lets Pete and her siblings call her those nicknames, to her parents she's simply Marisol.
Age:
21 years old
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Occupation:
Model for a well known Modeling Industry-also works as a part time Photographer for the same company. Helps out if they're short on photographers.
Relationship Status:
She's in a serious and happy relationship with her boyfriend Peter of 5-6 years going.
Appearance:
Marisol has a slim and tall slender figure, standing at 5'9ft. She has dark brown hair, that fall past her elbows and deep brown chocolate eyes. She's known for her tanned complexion from her Latino background and her flawless skin. She walks with confidence and elegance, that can sometimes be a bit intimidating to some people. She usually wears her hair loose, or in a loosen bun or pony tail, but being a Model her hair has changed multiple times-depending on the season and settings for the shoots. Marisol doesn't use heavy make-up on holiday, preferring more of her natural beauty than anything else.
She only has ears pierced;Usually wearing stud earrings or hoops. Mari can often be seen wearing a necklace, a bracelet or a ring with any of her outfits. Marisol has no scars or tattoos on her body, but she has a birthmark on her lower back.
She only has ears pierced;Usually wearing stud earrings or hoops. Mari can often be seen wearing a necklace, a bracelet or a ring with any of her outfits. Marisol has no scars or tattoos on her body, but she has a birthmark on her lower back.
"Even Models, have a stage presence."
Personality:
Marisol is well educated and is a rather smart woman. She has always tried to aim high and achieved her dreams of being a model and photographer. She loves her job, despite it's hard-ships at times. Many men want her, due to her being a well known Model and due to her beauty. She may be confident and beautiful, but she knows her limits. She's also not on the market, so men can eat their hearts out. She's loyal and devoted to her Pete. Being in the modeling Industry, Marisol knows what it's like and it can get rather competitive, her ambitions and competitive nature help her get far and achieve her goals, if she sets her eyes on something.
Despite being born into a posh and high-status family like the Carringtons; Marisol is rather down to earth and caring young woman. She's protective and loving towards those who mean a lot to her eg. her siblings and Pete, her friends. They keep her going and are her support and manage to keep her sane. She feels rather passionately at times, and sometimes her emotions can get the best of her.
However, Mari is also capable of being stubborn and bitchy when people provoke her. Her parents do an excellent job of unleashing that fiery temper within. Once provoked, she won't stand for it and will defend those who have been done wrong too, whilst she's at it. Mari is capable of holding grudges, which can sometimes lead to big arguments when it gets too much to bear.
Likes:
- Photography
- Animals/Nature
- Coffee/Tea/Hot chocolate and milkshakes
- Summer and Autumn
- Her job
- Dancing
- Spending time with Peter, they have many fond memories over the years
- Peter's baking-it's delicious
- Learning Russian
Dislikes:
- Judgmental people like her parents
- Storms
- Spiders, snakes and creepy crawlies
- Elevators
- Prejudiced society
Strengths:
- Compassion
- Stage presence
- Creative-mind
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn
- Lets emotions get the best of her
- Family; she may not get on with some of them, but they're still family.
Fears:
Loosing Peter/scared something might separate them, weather it be her parents or something else.
Claustrophobic: She's scared of tight and small spaces. She had been locked in a closet as a young child for a few hours as punishment by her father...and had also been stuck in an elevator.
Phobophia: Phobia of a phobia. She's scared to think/talk about the thing's she's afraid of.
Claustrophobic: She's scared of tight and small spaces. She had been locked in a closet as a young child for a few hours as punishment by her father...and had also been stuck in an elevator.
Phobophia: Phobia of a phobia. She's scared to think/talk about the thing's she's afraid of.
"I like my job. It can be fun, hard yet rewarding all at the same time."
History:
Marisol was originally born into a Latino family-but adopted into the Carringtons at a young age, due to being orphaned.. Being adopted into a high-class family and society, a lot was expected of everyone including her. Everything seemed to be handed on a silver platter; much to Mari's dislike. She hated acting posh and so high up like her parents. As was growing up, life was hard and she watched her older siblings leaving one by one, every one she cared and loved left due to disputes, arguments and such with their parents...leaving Mari and the youngest behind for a few years. Mari doesn't recall ever being close to either parent-more close to her siblings and friends outside of the family than anyone else. She has made her fair share of mistakes and accidents, which got her into trouble on more than one occasion.
Marisol tried to take her mind off of everything with school and her studies; when she reached 14/15 years old she finally had enough and run off to a friend's house that was lives in New York. Mari had lived at her friend's house for a while-cutting off any and all contact with her parents, not looking back to contact them since then. When Mari turned 15, she met Peter during high school-there seemed to be a spark between the pair and 6 years late, turned into something wonderful. The young pair have been together for 6 years and happy together. Mari adores and cherishes Peter; he's always been supportive and takes good care of her.
Growing up, Marisol grew close to her older sister Tatiana. Both being adopted, and from different countries they had an instant bond. Tatia started to teach Marisol Russian from a young age-to current time. Mari's fascinating and eagerness to learn the new language, she took it up from schooling as well as home courses to improve. Tatia has been her language coach, throughout the years. Marisol attends Tatia's Ballet classes, whilst Tatia teaches her students in Russian, Mari expends her knowledge of the language and puts her photography skills to use. Marisol doesn't read or write, in Russian and sometimes has a partial Russian accent, any time she tries to copy Tatia's.
Through New York University, she attended a 2 week trip to Russia-expending on her language skills and knowledge of Russia in general. She has yet to surprise, Tatia with everything she's learned.
Growing older; Marisol finished high-school and college in Persue of being a model and photographer. Her education and skills of photography which has been a long term hobby helped her out at the modeling studio. With the support of her siblings and Peter, Mari has done well for herself, building a steady career she had wanted since she was young and home with her loved one. But life is never really perfect with the family drama going on, even if it may seem that way. Mari knows too well, that perfection and peace does not exist within her family...it's more chaos than anything..Mari has received a package from her estranged parents. The parents, she tried to forget and move on from for these last 6 years.
Marisol tried to take her mind off of everything with school and her studies; when she reached 14/15 years old she finally had enough and run off to a friend's house that was lives in New York. Mari had lived at her friend's house for a while-cutting off any and all contact with her parents, not looking back to contact them since then. When Mari turned 15, she met Peter during high school-there seemed to be a spark between the pair and 6 years late, turned into something wonderful. The young pair have been together for 6 years and happy together. Mari adores and cherishes Peter; he's always been supportive and takes good care of her.
Growing up, Marisol grew close to her older sister Tatiana. Both being adopted, and from different countries they had an instant bond. Tatia started to teach Marisol Russian from a young age-to current time. Mari's fascinating and eagerness to learn the new language, she took it up from schooling as well as home courses to improve. Tatia has been her language coach, throughout the years. Marisol attends Tatia's Ballet classes, whilst Tatia teaches her students in Russian, Mari expends her knowledge of the language and puts her photography skills to use. Marisol doesn't read or write, in Russian and sometimes has a partial Russian accent, any time she tries to copy Tatia's.
Through New York University, she attended a 2 week trip to Russia-expending on her language skills and knowledge of Russia in general. She has yet to surprise, Tatia with everything she's learned.
Growing older; Marisol finished high-school and college in Persue of being a model and photographer. Her education and skills of photography which has been a long term hobby helped her out at the modeling studio. With the support of her siblings and Peter, Mari has done well for herself, building a steady career she had wanted since she was young and home with her loved one. But life is never really perfect with the family drama going on, even if it may seem that way. Mari knows too well, that perfection and peace does not exist within her family...it's more chaos than anything..Mari has received a package from her estranged parents. The parents, she tried to forget and move on from for these last 6 years.
Education:
Marisol went to community High-school where she studied general subjects such as English, Science, History ect...she also took up Russian as a foreign language.
Marisol then attended New York University, where she carried on with her studies-including Russian.
Before going to a Photography college for 2 years. Later on, she went into the Modeling Industry, putting her other skills and qualifications into use with her job.
Marisol then attended New York University, where she carried on with her studies-including Russian.
Before going to a Photography college for 2 years. Later on, she went into the Modeling Industry, putting her other skills and qualifications into use with her job.
Favorite memory:
The day Mari met Peter in school. They instantly clicked, soon becoming friends and move and have been together since then. Their relationship going strong and happy as ever. Peter has always been Mari's rock and support. She doesn't know where she would be without him, he just means the world to her.
Least favorite memory:
When she was 6, she accidentally broke a very expensive vase by accident when playing with her youngest sibling. Her father had locked her up in a very small cupboard as punishment for a few hours...ever since, Mari has been freaked out by small spaces.
"You thought your family was complicated?....Once a Carrington, Always a Carrington....it's a curse in this family."
Birthday:
25th August, 1994
Astrological Sign:
Virgo
Social Media:
Facebook: Mari Carrington
Snapchat: Mari
Instagram: MarisolCarrington
Snapchat: Mari
Instagram: MarisolCarrington
Christmas Song:
"I may be down to earth...but I can also bite....and hard."
"Welcome to my complicated life...and family."
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"He's a scary man....but maybe has more emotions than mother."
Marisol has always been a bit scared off her father and his presence that demands respect. Whilst, she struggles to respect him at times, she always did her best. But past memories of him punishing her for a little accidents-left her with a deep dislike towards her father. Mari wishes, she would have been bit closer to at least one parent-but both of them have caused her damage that's stayed with her. She's not even sure how to approach him with a smile on her face-it's easy for her to be intimated by her own father.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"She's not a mother, she never acts like one...but a heartless machine. She makes me feel tired of trying to be perfect...no one is ever good enough for her."
Marisol does not have fond memories of Cassiopeia what-so-ever. The woman that's supposed to be her mother; had never acted motherly towards her or any of the other siblings. Marisol sees and remembers as cold, emotionless and barely there to raise her and her siblings. There were times, where she has been disciplined by her mother and father alike-but in a very strict manner. Marisol is rather tired, of trying to act perfect and trying to perfect herself beyond abilities and measures to satisfy her mother. Marisol address, Cass in a cold manor when calling her 'Mother'. The woman doesn't deserve to be called anything, after all...she hasn't been there.
Over all-Marisol just feels like a failure in her parent's eyes. Deep down, their family and she wants to see if this trip will restore any frail bonds. But it's highly doubtful, it won't get any better than what is.
TATIANA KORVO-CARRINGTON
'My dear Tatia, she might be adopted but that doesn't matter. She's my sister. Oна сокровище . Она была больше мать для меня, чем кого-либо еще.'
Growing up, Marisol was taken under Tatiana's wing. The two girls grew close and are still closer than with other siblings. Mari felt protected by Tatiana when it came to their parents wrath, but she didn't escape every punishment due to Tatia's protection. Tatia, or Tati as Marisol likes to call her-has been more of a role-model and mother figure to Marisol than Cassiopeia. Tatiana even taught Marisol Russian-their secret code language of sorts. Marisol adores her older sister-and Tatia is one of the reasons why she moved and stayed in New York. The two girls can cause trouble at times.
GABRIEL CARRINGTON
'Gabe...my big adorable brother. He's always been there when you need him. He's a great guy. Shame I haven't seen him in a while.'
Being around Gabe-Mari felt affection, love, safety and warmth that she didn't feel from their parents. She looks up to and loves her big brother. Whilst she felt they were close as kids-that closeness has been lost due to being in different places-not seeing each other that often like before. But she still tries to keep in touch with her big brother. She remembers her taught her knowledge that school did not-one of the perks of having a smart brother who's like a walking encyclopedia. Mari hopes, to re-kindle the closeness they once had.
ROWAN CARRINGTON
'You always try to please others...how about pleasing yourself for once?'
Whilst Marisol and Rowan always had a rather steady and good relationship, with him being another protective person in her life. There have been a few incidents between them-especially when it came to him trying to please his father. It irritated her at times-she didn't understand, why he couldn't be happy just being himself. She felt like he was trying to hard to be like their father...in trying to achieve perfection. She loves her brother, but sometimes she wishes he would try and please himself...and be happy with how he turned out. He has a good thing going for himself...so why try and impress those, that made them run off and not look back?
CHARLIE CARRINGTON
'My baby brother....we've always been close, after everyone else have left home. If there's something I regret, is leaving Charlie behind with our parents.'
Being the two youngest of the family-Marisol and Charlie were maybe the closest of the siblings that had been left behind once everyone left. Often playing together and getting each other into trouble. Marisol tried to protect and look after her younger brother-like Tatia did after her. She didn't want to see Charlie get hurt...but there came a time when she too left, leaving him alone. She regretted leaving like that...but there was only so much she could take. Nonetheless, she's proud of her baby-brother and what he has achieved. She still keeps in touch with Charlie, if he ever needs someone to talk to...she's there.
PETER GRIFFIN
'He's the love of my life. He just makes me feel alive and like I can be myself. There's no need for perfection and pretentious behavior lie at home.'
During High-school the two love-birds met, being one year apart in age. Despite their different interests, there was a spark between them. Marisol never really believed in love at first sight, until she met Peter. Ever since that day, he has been by her side-her rock and support in all things. Marisol adores and loves Peter dearly, he's her other half and she wouldn't know where she would be without him. He's always been there when she needs him, even when she doesn't ask...he always offers his help, advice, support and love. If there is anyone besides Tatia and Charlie, that knows her best. It would be Peter.
After 6 happy years together, they are still going strong and Marisol looks forward to her future with him. They live in a house in New York, having brought it together about a year or two ago.
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Gabriel Carrington
"You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!"
-Albus Dumbledore, 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' by J.K. Rowling
Name
Gabriel Tate Carrington
Nicknames
Tate - Really likes going by his middle name, actually.
Gabe - Derives from Gabriel. Just shorthand.
Archie - Short for Archangel, since Gabriel is one of the seven.
Merc or Mercury - Since Gabriel is the Messenger of God and, during his edgy 14 year old phase, Gabriel demanded he be called Mercury cause he was the cooliest of the Roman Gods, since he's pretty much Gabriel, anyways.
Mulder - "Just call me Mulder. Fox Mulder." It's usually more to mock him, but he kinda likes it.
Gabe - Derives from Gabriel. Just shorthand.
Archie - Short for Archangel, since Gabriel is one of the seven.
Merc or Mercury - Since Gabriel is the Messenger of God and, during his edgy 14 year old phase, Gabriel demanded he be called Mercury cause he was the cooliest of the Roman Gods, since he's pretty much Gabriel, anyways.
Mulder - "Just call me Mulder. Fox Mulder." It's usually more to mock him, but he kinda likes it.
Age
37
Gender
Male
Occupation
Agent for the FBI
Residency
A quaint apartment in Washington, D.C.
Sexual Orientation
Super Gay Homosexual
Relationship Status
Single. Pringle. Mingle. The whole nine yards or nine inches aaaaaayyyyyy.
Appearance
What can be said of a man in a large, imposing, 6'4" frame?
A brief glance gives the perspective of a stoic giant, with his face a lazy pull. There's a brief glimpse of vibrancy in the fluidity of his movements that matches the brightness of blue eyes. Though, many get caught up in the broadness of Gabriel's figure, intimidated by the sheer power he exudes. Gabriel doesn't skimp on his health and tends to boast a musculature that demands a rigorous diet and workout routine. And it actually does, though he wishes he could inhale a mountain of sweets sometimes.
Many people like to describe Gabriel as untapped energy, just waiting for the right moment. His muscles bunch up, flex and stretch in his movement; a lot of the intimidation factor centers around the fact that Gabriel doesn't just walk, he stalks. He moves deliberately, slowly, patiently, and keeps his focus and attention in the radius around him. The constant surveillance is a staple of his person. There's literally no one who hates being surprised than Gabriel. He's broken a few arms and legs from people deliberately trying to scare him. Not many people understand that a man who's movement resembles a hunting jaguar will not hesitate to pounce. That's where the energy bursts from, when he's found a target to pounce on, whether that be tackling his job or actually tackling an individual.
Thoughtful and efficiently expressive, Gabriel's gaze is almost always focusing on something. Blue eyes are inquisitive and teeming with curiosity. After being given nothing but blank or hostile expressions all of his life, Gabriel tries to convey his emotions as best as he can. Giving off a sincerity to the way he expresses himself and his actions, especially. Of course, that need for vibrancy in facial expressions doesn't translate to clothing.
Everything Gabriel owns denotes an air of efficiency. Most of his clothing consist of suits, pieced together beforehand and almost always conservative, though he does like anything that hugs his body. A well fitting suit is a godsend. However, there's really nothing bright in his wardrobe, no odd socks, or colorful pants. A lot of things range from grey to charcoal black, even his ties lack a real style—solid color seems to be a thing with him. Any casual wear usually comes with a pair of jeans, maybe a flannel or a grey Henley. Anything that's uncharacteristic of his usual style of clothing comes from other people. What more, it's likely all due to a lack of any real fashion sense, since attempts to wear anything besides his average wardrobe ends in an amalgamation of horror and the grotesque.
A brief glance gives the perspective of a stoic giant, with his face a lazy pull. There's a brief glimpse of vibrancy in the fluidity of his movements that matches the brightness of blue eyes. Though, many get caught up in the broadness of Gabriel's figure, intimidated by the sheer power he exudes. Gabriel doesn't skimp on his health and tends to boast a musculature that demands a rigorous diet and workout routine. And it actually does, though he wishes he could inhale a mountain of sweets sometimes.
Many people like to describe Gabriel as untapped energy, just waiting for the right moment. His muscles bunch up, flex and stretch in his movement; a lot of the intimidation factor centers around the fact that Gabriel doesn't just walk, he stalks. He moves deliberately, slowly, patiently, and keeps his focus and attention in the radius around him. The constant surveillance is a staple of his person. There's literally no one who hates being surprised than Gabriel. He's broken a few arms and legs from people deliberately trying to scare him. Not many people understand that a man who's movement resembles a hunting jaguar will not hesitate to pounce. That's where the energy bursts from, when he's found a target to pounce on, whether that be tackling his job or actually tackling an individual.
Thoughtful and efficiently expressive, Gabriel's gaze is almost always focusing on something. Blue eyes are inquisitive and teeming with curiosity. After being given nothing but blank or hostile expressions all of his life, Gabriel tries to convey his emotions as best as he can. Giving off a sincerity to the way he expresses himself and his actions, especially. Of course, that need for vibrancy in facial expressions doesn't translate to clothing.
Everything Gabriel owns denotes an air of efficiency. Most of his clothing consist of suits, pieced together beforehand and almost always conservative, though he does like anything that hugs his body. A well fitting suit is a godsend. However, there's really nothing bright in his wardrobe, no odd socks, or colorful pants. A lot of things range from grey to charcoal black, even his ties lack a real style—solid color seems to be a thing with him. Any casual wear usually comes with a pair of jeans, maybe a flannel or a grey Henley. Anything that's uncharacteristic of his usual style of clothing comes from other people. What more, it's likely all due to a lack of any real fashion sense, since attempts to wear anything besides his average wardrobe ends in an amalgamation of horror and the grotesque.
"I do a surprising amount of field work."
Personality
For a man who fears complete silence, Gabriel spends quite a bit of time silent himself. It surprises a lot of people, since Gabriel most resembles a golden retriever—or at least, that's what he always gets on quizzes. Gabriel simply isn't a fan of wasting his words; he doesn't like throwing something out there just to fill the void. If he needs to express something he will, but if a situation doesn't require his voice, Gabriel won't hesitate to stay completely mute. Of course, the issue lies in moments that do require his voice and when Gabriel overwhelms himself with anxiety, he also shuts down. Anger, depression, fear all leave Gabriel voiceless, or near enough.
A man of little words, however, often expresses himself in his actions. Gabriel doesn't shy away when a situation calls for action. He takes a stand wherever he can. Though, it's not always a heated situation that causes him to leap in. Gabriel expresses himself in affection, in giving of his time and effort. He lets people know he cares through the little things, but also doesn't hesitate to show it in large, grand gestures. Hell, if you need it and he cares a whole helluva lot about you, Gabriel won't hesitate to hop on a plane and fly where you need him. Point him in the direction and he'll take off running.
Of all things, Gabriel keeps his guard up and defenses strong. Getting hurt doesn't always mean physically and, for Gabriel, the worst pain isn't a broken leg, but a broken heart. And so, his efficiency and almost ruthless tact keeps his heart off his sleeve. Sometimes it requires looking at the bigger picture to realize that some things don't matter. Though, he doesn't often realize his utilitarian views on his job can often leave people worse than he left them. Gabriel is far from a bleeding heart, but he cares and sometimes he finds that a weakness and tamps down on it with immorality and amoral perspectives. He just doesn't realize desensitizing oneself can hurt a lot worse than a broken heart.
A man of little words, however, often expresses himself in his actions. Gabriel doesn't shy away when a situation calls for action. He takes a stand wherever he can. Though, it's not always a heated situation that causes him to leap in. Gabriel expresses himself in affection, in giving of his time and effort. He lets people know he cares through the little things, but also doesn't hesitate to show it in large, grand gestures. Hell, if you need it and he cares a whole helluva lot about you, Gabriel won't hesitate to hop on a plane and fly where you need him. Point him in the direction and he'll take off running.
Of all things, Gabriel keeps his guard up and defenses strong. Getting hurt doesn't always mean physically and, for Gabriel, the worst pain isn't a broken leg, but a broken heart. And so, his efficiency and almost ruthless tact keeps his heart off his sleeve. Sometimes it requires looking at the bigger picture to realize that some things don't matter. Though, he doesn't often realize his utilitarian views on his job can often leave people worse than he left them. Gabriel is far from a bleeding heart, but he cares and sometimes he finds that a weakness and tamps down on it with immorality and amoral perspectives. He just doesn't realize desensitizing oneself can hurt a lot worse than a broken heart.
Likes
- Cotton Candy
- The Smell of Pine Trees
- Netflix
- Expensive Wines
- Longhaired Cats
- Cheeeeeese!
- The X-Files
Dislikes
- Camels
- Sushi/Seafood
- Getting his picture taken
- Country Music
- Misquoting Shakespeare
Strengths
- Encyclopedic Knowledge
- Athletic
- Mechanically Inclined
- Problem Solver
Weaknesses
- Overworking/Tunnel Vision
- Self-Deprecating
- Utilitarian/Slightly Immoral
- Extremely Secretive and Prideful
Fears
Losing everything he's worked towards, the quiet, dying alone.
"I see all that I have built and worry not for its ruination but for its growth. Have I done more harm than good?"
History
No one quite broke away so easily as Gabriel Carrington. Second child of the Carrington bunch, and not quite too long between him and his eldest sister. Coming second offered a respite from the eyes and ire of Reginald Carrington. Maybe that's why Gabriel took so strongly to his mother. Maybe she hadn't gotten the eldest right, but Cassiopeia had been intent on at least nurturing Gabriel until she deemed him old enough. For a short time, at least.
If anyone asked how it happened, Gabriel couldn't say. He'd been at least four, at the time. The connection between mother and child broke—snapped with little resistance. One moment she'd been doting on him, the next she was gone. For a toddler, emotional whiplash could possibly break a child. At thirty-seven, Gabriel would attest to that; he was broken, or at least he thought so. And, so, Gabriel wandered for most of his adolescence, wondering if mother would take him to see a movie or go get ice cream. Instead, he asked and only ever received her blank stare. She would guide him to the front door, and then disappear again, promising to be back soon. That was a blatant lie, if ever there was one. A nanny would step out where she'd came from, take his little hand, and usher him into one of the many cabs they had available.
Every time, it never failed, Gabriel would break down into sobs and the nanny (among the numerous they had) would hush him. She would reassure him with lies, tell him that his mother got caught up in a meeting, that she didn't hate him. It didn't quite help and it never would, especially during those moments of identity crises. No mother to hold him close while he begged to be told he was normal, that it was okay, and that the other children were just raised ignorant and uncaring. Neither father or mother offered him much when he came home bruised and beaten one day. His father had merely asked what happened, and his mother left almost immediately. Gabriel's coming out didn't quite garner the reaction he expected, but it wasn't one he wanted.
Reginald's solution was to beef him up, not for some masculine, macho man reason, but as an act of intimidation. Gabriel had thought it was the former, though his father reassured him that, no, he completely understood his son's dilemma. At that moment, Reginald had become less of a distant, absent father, and more... well, his father, even for a short while. Surprising enough, when Gabriel returned to school that fall, he'd quickly found that none of his tormentors returned for the school year and that he had all these muscles for damn near nothing.
He did, however, get his first phone number and a date to prom. So, there's one outta a million his father did right. Better than nothing at all, he supposed.
Among all of his siblings, Gabriel found a much easier time slipping away after college. His father gave up on him running the business probably upon his birth and his mother didn't really pay him much attention. Of course, the lack of parents did skew his view on pretty much everything affection related. Gabriel craved attention, love, and affection, but had no idea of how to get it. Every time he tried to urge his mother into at least a hug, he was shot down. The only parental figure in his life, which he owed a million and one things to, was their old housekeeper for their Washington cabin. Of course, she was always more of a grandmother than a mother, but she gave Gabriel the tools to go and make a person out of himself.
Gabriel may be born a Carrington, but he'd become something entirely different. He, begrudgingly, could say he was a better man for it, as well. With a job in a distinguished position in the FBI and a nice home of his own in a nicer part of D.C. Gabriel had built for himself a life outside of his family name. And, though he cut most ties with his siblings, for the most part (a few who tried to remain in contact succeeded), Gabriel has never been happier.
If anyone asked how it happened, Gabriel couldn't say. He'd been at least four, at the time. The connection between mother and child broke—snapped with little resistance. One moment she'd been doting on him, the next she was gone. For a toddler, emotional whiplash could possibly break a child. At thirty-seven, Gabriel would attest to that; he was broken, or at least he thought so. And, so, Gabriel wandered for most of his adolescence, wondering if mother would take him to see a movie or go get ice cream. Instead, he asked and only ever received her blank stare. She would guide him to the front door, and then disappear again, promising to be back soon. That was a blatant lie, if ever there was one. A nanny would step out where she'd came from, take his little hand, and usher him into one of the many cabs they had available.
Every time, it never failed, Gabriel would break down into sobs and the nanny (among the numerous they had) would hush him. She would reassure him with lies, tell him that his mother got caught up in a meeting, that she didn't hate him. It didn't quite help and it never would, especially during those moments of identity crises. No mother to hold him close while he begged to be told he was normal, that it was okay, and that the other children were just raised ignorant and uncaring. Neither father or mother offered him much when he came home bruised and beaten one day. His father had merely asked what happened, and his mother left almost immediately. Gabriel's coming out didn't quite garner the reaction he expected, but it wasn't one he wanted.
Reginald's solution was to beef him up, not for some masculine, macho man reason, but as an act of intimidation. Gabriel had thought it was the former, though his father reassured him that, no, he completely understood his son's dilemma. At that moment, Reginald had become less of a distant, absent father, and more... well, his father, even for a short while. Surprising enough, when Gabriel returned to school that fall, he'd quickly found that none of his tormentors returned for the school year and that he had all these muscles for damn near nothing.
He did, however, get his first phone number and a date to prom. So, there's one outta a million his father did right. Better than nothing at all, he supposed.
Among all of his siblings, Gabriel found a much easier time slipping away after college. His father gave up on him running the business probably upon his birth and his mother didn't really pay him much attention. Of course, the lack of parents did skew his view on pretty much everything affection related. Gabriel craved attention, love, and affection, but had no idea of how to get it. Every time he tried to urge his mother into at least a hug, he was shot down. The only parental figure in his life, which he owed a million and one things to, was their old housekeeper for their Washington cabin. Of course, she was always more of a grandmother than a mother, but she gave Gabriel the tools to go and make a person out of himself.
Gabriel may be born a Carrington, but he'd become something entirely different. He, begrudgingly, could say he was a better man for it, as well. With a job in a distinguished position in the FBI and a nice home of his own in a nicer part of D.C. Gabriel had built for himself a life outside of his family name. And, though he cut most ties with his siblings, for the most part (a few who tried to remain in contact succeeded), Gabriel has never been happier.
Education
Graduated from Stanford University for both his bachelors in political science and engineering.
Favorite memory
"The first time I ever saw him. I was somewhere in Illinois, in a field down south. I don't know what I was doing at the time; I actually don't remember anything outside of this instance. But being there, it seemed surreal. For all it's worth, that fate mumbo jumbo is pretty astounding—poetic wise, perhaps.
"I do remember what the field looked like, a tiny hill with itchy grass and spotted with blankets. No lights, just the fireflies to guide everyone. And they dotted the side of the hill like tiny stars, blinking into and out of existence in the dark backdrop of green and brown. I wanted to float, it looked so beautiful, like the stars wanted to coalesce right in that field.
"What did I smell? Rosemary? Cloves? Honeysuckle. So much nectar it made my tooth ache. You could practically see the trail the bees left. And I swore, as cheesy as it sounds, it all led to him. He wasn't even moving, but he'd captivated me in an instant. His shoulders were bunched up, hands propping himself up, gripping the grass like a lifeline. A leg splayed out, the other, a prosthetic, lay at his side, while his head looked up at the night sky. He looked so comfortable, and I felt disturbing him would offend the balance of the universe, or some shit. So I waited until I could burst and I finally approached him. Sat myself right down next to him.
"I wanted him there. Wanted to call him mine. Wanted to bury my nose in his neck to breath the honey. Wanted to bite at his jaw and whine until he gave me attention, affection. Oh. I was an embarrassment. I couldn't see myself, but I knew, when he gave me this confused, concerned look, that my face looked like a damned tomato. And I blurted out, 'Your leg's a nub!' and gave him this pained expression like I knew what I'd said because I knew exactly what I'd said.
"God, I could have kissed him there. Almost did. He just smiled at me and put the prosthetic in my hand. Said, 'It's a prototype. I used to be a runner and this one gives me back something I thought I'd lost forever.' and I wish I didn't just give him this stupid look. But, I think he knew, even to this day, I think he knew and he appreciated that I was trying. But I could still kill myself, I swear.
"We said nothing afterwards. He staid beside me while everyone called out stars and constellations. And then fastened his leg back on, stood up, and smiled at me before he left. I was stupid. I should have followed. I think he waited for me for hours and I just... I didn't come. I didn't think to. And I wish I had. But, I'll keep this memory forever. Hopefully. And maybe I can share it with him again."
"I do remember what the field looked like, a tiny hill with itchy grass and spotted with blankets. No lights, just the fireflies to guide everyone. And they dotted the side of the hill like tiny stars, blinking into and out of existence in the dark backdrop of green and brown. I wanted to float, it looked so beautiful, like the stars wanted to coalesce right in that field.
"What did I smell? Rosemary? Cloves? Honeysuckle. So much nectar it made my tooth ache. You could practically see the trail the bees left. And I swore, as cheesy as it sounds, it all led to him. He wasn't even moving, but he'd captivated me in an instant. His shoulders were bunched up, hands propping himself up, gripping the grass like a lifeline. A leg splayed out, the other, a prosthetic, lay at his side, while his head looked up at the night sky. He looked so comfortable, and I felt disturbing him would offend the balance of the universe, or some shit. So I waited until I could burst and I finally approached him. Sat myself right down next to him.
"I wanted him there. Wanted to call him mine. Wanted to bury my nose in his neck to breath the honey. Wanted to bite at his jaw and whine until he gave me attention, affection. Oh. I was an embarrassment. I couldn't see myself, but I knew, when he gave me this confused, concerned look, that my face looked like a damned tomato. And I blurted out, 'Your leg's a nub!' and gave him this pained expression like I knew what I'd said because I knew exactly what I'd said.
"God, I could have kissed him there. Almost did. He just smiled at me and put the prosthetic in my hand. Said, 'It's a prototype. I used to be a runner and this one gives me back something I thought I'd lost forever.' and I wish I didn't just give him this stupid look. But, I think he knew, even to this day, I think he knew and he appreciated that I was trying. But I could still kill myself, I swear.
"We said nothing afterwards. He staid beside me while everyone called out stars and constellations. And then fastened his leg back on, stood up, and smiled at me before he left. I was stupid. I should have followed. I think he waited for me for hours and I just... I didn't come. I didn't think to. And I wish I had. But, I'll keep this memory forever. Hopefully. And maybe I can share it with him again."
Least favorite memory
"There's this place we used to go when I was a kid, somewhere in Washington mountains. A lot of pines. It smelled amazing. Still my favorite smell today. Brings back good memories.
"I was 17, at the time, and I think I knew. It was snowing, mom and dad had wanted to personally drive us up. Just the few of us, not as many as there are today. But there was something off about that day, about the way my mother kept looking at me in the rear view. She wanted to say something the entire trip up, but she didn't. I think she saw the look on my face that begged her not to.
"The entire stay there was nothing like before. It was an experience, definitely.. I had the most amazing time and could tell you a lot of memories I still love to reminisce today. But leaving that place—that was the hardest, worst time of my entire life. My mother came up to me while I was packing my things. She usually avoided physical contact, but that day she seemed different, like the cold outside had drained the cold she held in her body. She hugged me in front of the frosted balcony windows. She hugged me while I was packing my underwear. And then she cried. She cried until I did, until we could only hiccup our sobs.
"She told me, after we'd cried long enough, that the housekeeper died. The woman who practically raised me had died in her sleep a week before we were scheduled to come up. I had no more tears, but I stood there, numb. And I just... I wanted to hate my mother. I wanted to blame everything on her. I wanted her to be the villain, to be the murderer, to go to jail forever. And then I remembered. My mother actually cried. She pulled me into her arms and she sobbed and I had no idea why.
"I think I understand now. Maybe it wasn't for her, the old lady who used to come up here every Christmas to decorate. She had had a good life. She made an impact. Maybe my mother was scared; that she wanted to live up to what she'd done for me. And that she knew she couldn't. And I started crying again. I hugged her, buried my head in her chest. Because I understood. And I knew she was right."
"I was 17, at the time, and I think I knew. It was snowing, mom and dad had wanted to personally drive us up. Just the few of us, not as many as there are today. But there was something off about that day, about the way my mother kept looking at me in the rear view. She wanted to say something the entire trip up, but she didn't. I think she saw the look on my face that begged her not to.
"The entire stay there was nothing like before. It was an experience, definitely.. I had the most amazing time and could tell you a lot of memories I still love to reminisce today. But leaving that place—that was the hardest, worst time of my entire life. My mother came up to me while I was packing my things. She usually avoided physical contact, but that day she seemed different, like the cold outside had drained the cold she held in her body. She hugged me in front of the frosted balcony windows. She hugged me while I was packing my underwear. And then she cried. She cried until I did, until we could only hiccup our sobs.
"She told me, after we'd cried long enough, that the housekeeper died. The woman who practically raised me had died in her sleep a week before we were scheduled to come up. I had no more tears, but I stood there, numb. And I just... I wanted to hate my mother. I wanted to blame everything on her. I wanted her to be the villain, to be the murderer, to go to jail forever. And then I remembered. My mother actually cried. She pulled me into her arms and she sobbed and I had no idea why.
"I think I understand now. Maybe it wasn't for her, the old lady who used to come up here every Christmas to decorate. She had had a good life. She made an impact. Maybe my mother was scared; that she wanted to live up to what she'd done for me. And that she knew she couldn't. And I started crying again. I hugged her, buried my head in her chest. Because I understood. And I knew she was right."
"I should smile more. I like to smile. So much that it's distracting; maybe that's why I don't."
Birthday
November 2nd, 1978
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Social Media
Twitter: TateCarr
Instagram: horned_messenger
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"I just want someone to tell me that it's alright—that I can care too much. That I won't hurt myself doing so."
Gabriel Carrington
"What?" Gabriel's face scrunched up, a nervous laugh tumbling from his lips. He pinched the cleft of his chin and did his best not to look at the interviewer.
"I'm sorry, your muscles are just very distracting," she said, "just a Freudian slip, you know?"
Anyone with eyes could tell this lady had no issue with pushing boundaries. The pull of her lips over perfectly white teeth and the glint in her eyes, lack of movement in them as she stared dead center in his, all shouted liar. He'd just told her what he did for a living.
Gabriel shifted in his seat, looking down while he curled one leg over the other. He wrapped both arms around his chest with a tight grip on both biceps. The crew shuffling behind the journalist kept giving him apologetic looks, knowing full well how purposefully closed off he seemed.
With a cough and a glance at her clipboard, she continued. "So, Gabriel, tell me what do you think of your parents."
"What any other kid thinks of their parents."
"And what would that be?"
Gabriel's eyebrows shot up and he readjusted his jaw, chewing on his lip momentarily before almost blinding the woman with a smile. "They're my parents; I love them."
His office's SES would have had an aneurysm.
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"I parted on good terms with my father; he asks, on occasion, how I'm faring, and I tell him I'm happy. I'm doing what I love. I think he... I think he respects that, most of all."
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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"Maybe she saw that I craved a mother. I think I understand that she was far more afraid of failing me than the other way around."
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T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
"Cute kid, but I don't see her much anymore."
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M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"At least she enjoys her job."
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R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"Short Stack! Four year difference, but he was still a cute kid. I think it was the curly hair."
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C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
"I bet he's finding it hard understanding our parents. Yeah, they're... enigmas is the right word, I think."
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D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"Danny! I bag 'em and tag 'em and Danny boy sends 'em away. We're a good pair, I'd like the think."
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A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
"I left when he was just a kid. To me, Avery will always be my littlest bro."
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O L I V I A C A R R I N G T O N
"This young lady just wouldn't let go when I left. We talk through Skype as often as we can. I think... I think she thinks I can't tell, though. Clever. But, not clever enough to fool an FBI agent."
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S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
"She abandoned me. I have no further comment."
"... I'll never be like you."
13 year old Gabriel stopped just before the spill of light in the hallway. Overcome by spy movie protocol, Gabriel pressed himself flat against the wall and slid along. A smokey haze filtered through what light shed from the doorway. Mother catching a sibling with a blunt popped first into his mind. Now, he just had to find out who.
In a low crouch, Gabriel slid further down until he could peep through the doorway and catch a glimpse. A sweep f wild brown hair and prominent lips; arms flailing and skinny legs driving a foot into the carpet floor; mother's silver hair sparking in the light of the overhead fan; father's stern glare and furrowed brows finding his own eyes in the darkness. Hiding a gasp behind his palm, Gabriel wretched himself from the door frame and curled back in fear of his father's ire.
"Sammy, darling, please—" mother's watery voice barely carried and he swore he heard the hitch of hesitation in Sam's breath. It dashed away in his imagination with n a sigh-growl-yell.
"I'm not your darling. I'm not your little girl. I'm not your doll. I'm not your princess," Sam hurled, voice aching raw and scratchy to Gabriel's ears. So much emotion behind it, so much raw pain and fury that Gabriel had to stand, had to claw his way back up the stairs and into his bedroom with a burning in his eyes. He stood in the bedroom door for two minutes before he dashed toward his closet.
A suitcase and its accompanying dufflebag sprawled onto his rumpled bed sheets and immediately Gabriel went to throw in what he thought he'd need. His laptop. His underwear. His socks. His favorite Spider-man t-shirt. That replica, awful looking, puff jacket that Scully wore in the X-Files. His Gameboy and attachable light to go with it. A few trading cards. And some stashed away candy for the inevitably long trip.
After a minute of zipping everything up—having had to jump down on it with his scrawny frame—Gabriel fumbled back into the hallway. He shot the 9 year old Rowan a stern look, telling him to hush as Rowan rubbed the sleep form his bewildered eyes. Daniel stood behind, keeping a firm grip on Rowan's shoulders and a neutral expression on his face. Daniel's worried, wide eyes betrayed him. "Gabe?" Daniel whispered.
"Samantha, please don't do this," he could hear his mother cry out, sobs already rubbing her throat raw. He could hear his father mumble reassurances, imagining dad was trying to keep mother back before she dashed forward to force Samantha to stay. Gabriel, in his haste to make it to the stairs, tripped on the curl of the rug. He hissed, sprawled along the top of the floor and as he looked up, his eyes locked with Sam's.
"Wait, Sammy!" Gabriel called out, forgetting his suitcase and dufflebag as he forced himself up. Sam gave him a frown, using the back of her hand to keep the tears from falling. "Sam, no! I'm coming with you," Gabriel tried, crying out and leaping off the last three steps the moment the door clicked shut. His hand slapped onto the handle, but his mother was already there, holding Gabriel tight around the stomach. In turmoil, he wrenched free and swung through the door to see the stark black of one of their cars, with the white contrasting in a stripe along the fender, burn through the asphalt of their long driveway.
"Sam. Sammy! Don't..." Gabriel raced through the straight, narrow path leading to their home, stopping at the end to watch the gates open and the car disappear with a howling rumble into the cover of trees.
"Don't leave me here..."
E R I C D A R V I L L
"The one I let get away; I suppose he feels the same about me? I hope, jeez."
Write a bit more in depth about their relationship here.
“The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows.”
- Stephen King
Name
Marion Wyatt Rothenberg
(Yeah, yeah, his first name’s Marion, laugh it up.)
(Yeah, yeah, his first name’s Marion, laugh it up.)
Nicknames
It’s not really a nickname, but one thing’s for certain; he very much prefers to go by Wyatt, or like, any sort of derivative of it. Just please, please - do him a solid, and never call him Marion. He has no idea what possessed his parents to name him that, and he dies a little bit inside every time he hears it.
Age
30
Gender
Male
Occupation
Boyfriend-for-hire Line cook, currently. But other times, he does temp work at factories and furniture places, most of it involving lifting heavy objects.
Residency
A one-bedroom apartment in High Park, Toronto.
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Relationship Status
Single
Appearance
Wyatt stands at a perfectly respectable 6’1”, though with his tendency to slouch, he usually appears a little shorter than he actually is. It’s mostly out of laziness, but his posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, hands stuck in his pockets. Pretty much the only time he grows to full height is when he feels threatened, and has been known to be truly terrifying when he does so. Fortunately, however, this side of him is not something his friends see very often - though the same can’t be said for everyone else.
That said, the guy’s pretty built, so people are right to be scared when he gets pissed. He’d almost have a swimmer’s physique if he actually put some effort into working out and started cutting down on XXL Burritos from Taco Bell. Still, most days, his career in manual labour keeps him fit enough.
“Accidental Hipster” is probably the best way to describe Wyatt’s non-existent fashion sense. He doesn’t put much effort into keeping up appearances, but somehow, he has a knack for turning his déshabillé to his advantage. When it inevitably gets chilly, he resorts to heavy flannels and/or ugly woollen sweaters. Paired with his positively ancient jeans and work boots, the whole effect almost seems to scream “lumberjack”. On warmer days, he basically dresses exactly the same - except instead of hideous, moth-eaten sweaters from the thrift store, it’s t-shirts and tank tops.
Wyatt seems to wear a lot of jewelry for a guy, though it’s mostly leather and beaded bracelets, steel rings on his fingers, and again, he’s an expert at making them appear noncommittal. Scarves, on the other hand, they’re just not his thing. Years of frigid, Canadian winters has desensitised him to the cold, so the last thing he needs is to go out and buy a scarf he’s never gonna use. As far as he’s concerned, the layers of the shirts and sweaters and jackets he wears are enough to ward off the chill.
Most of the time, Wyatt can be seen with a cigarette between his lips, features set in an easy grin. His steel grey eyes always seeming to glitter with something akin to amusement - about what? Even he isn’t sure, and while he used to be a tad insecure about a slightly crooked front tooth, he’s long since gotten past it. He likes to keep his hair cropped close to his head, with clean shaven being his go-to facial decor, but some days, he gets lazy and gives his scruff free rein.
He does have a few notable scars. One of which is an inch or two under his right eye, stretching from the top of his ear, and another, smaller one cutting vertically through the eyebrow. Both of them were from a fight he’d gotten into a couple years back, where he ended up with the pointy end of a broken bottle to the face. Additionally, the surface of his skin is peppered by a maze of tiny battle scars, most of them souvenirs from past altercations.
That said, the guy’s pretty built, so people are right to be scared when he gets pissed. He’d almost have a swimmer’s physique if he actually put some effort into working out and started cutting down on XXL Burritos from Taco Bell. Still, most days, his career in manual labour keeps him fit enough.
“Accidental Hipster” is probably the best way to describe Wyatt’s non-existent fashion sense. He doesn’t put much effort into keeping up appearances, but somehow, he has a knack for turning his déshabillé to his advantage. When it inevitably gets chilly, he resorts to heavy flannels and/or ugly woollen sweaters. Paired with his positively ancient jeans and work boots, the whole effect almost seems to scream “lumberjack”. On warmer days, he basically dresses exactly the same - except instead of hideous, moth-eaten sweaters from the thrift store, it’s t-shirts and tank tops.
Wyatt seems to wear a lot of jewelry for a guy, though it’s mostly leather and beaded bracelets, steel rings on his fingers, and again, he’s an expert at making them appear noncommittal. Scarves, on the other hand, they’re just not his thing. Years of frigid, Canadian winters has desensitised him to the cold, so the last thing he needs is to go out and buy a scarf he’s never gonna use. As far as he’s concerned, the layers of the shirts and sweaters and jackets he wears are enough to ward off the chill.
Most of the time, Wyatt can be seen with a cigarette between his lips, features set in an easy grin. His steel grey eyes always seeming to glitter with something akin to amusement - about what? Even he isn’t sure, and while he used to be a tad insecure about a slightly crooked front tooth, he’s long since gotten past it. He likes to keep his hair cropped close to his head, with clean shaven being his go-to facial decor, but some days, he gets lazy and gives his scruff free rein.
He does have a few notable scars. One of which is an inch or two under his right eye, stretching from the top of his ear, and another, smaller one cutting vertically through the eyebrow. Both of them were from a fight he’d gotten into a couple years back, where he ended up with the pointy end of a broken bottle to the face. Additionally, the surface of his skin is peppered by a maze of tiny battle scars, most of them souvenirs from past altercations.
“Just because I’m Canadian doesn’t mean I live in an igloo.”
Personality
To say that Wyatt doesn’t beat around the bush is a huge understatement. He says what he thinks and will rarely sugarcoat his answers to win people over. He’s never uncomfortable; in fact, his boldness often verges on brash and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If he likes something, he'll let you know it, and if he doesn't, well, he's never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter either. Try as he might, Wyatt's never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away, more often than not.
While he isn’t purposely malicious, he does have an explosive temper when crossed, and he’s the kind of person who would rather start throwing punches than hash things out. With that taken into consideration, it’s very easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, despite his not at all diminutive stature. It’s more a matter of principle, and if there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s being talked down to. Of course, this isn’t to say he’s all bad, just that he’s hard to like. He does have a few soft spots here and there, even if they aren’t exactly the easiest things to find.
Yet for all his flaws, he’s never met a boundary he wouldn’t cross, and he’ll go to the absolute ends of the Earth for you if he thinks you’re worth it. Wyatt is, by nature, extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and says. As far as he’s concerned, life’s too short to just sit around and let shit happen. He often states that no one should take life too seriously because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place - even if he doesn’t believe what he’s preaching. At the very core of his personality, Wyatt is kind of a bleeding heart, and he often puts the needs of others above his own.
While he isn’t purposely malicious, he does have an explosive temper when crossed, and he’s the kind of person who would rather start throwing punches than hash things out. With that taken into consideration, it’s very easy to peg him for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome, despite his not at all diminutive stature. It’s more a matter of principle, and if there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s being talked down to. Of course, this isn’t to say he’s all bad, just that he’s hard to like. He does have a few soft spots here and there, even if they aren’t exactly the easiest things to find.
Yet for all his flaws, he’s never met a boundary he wouldn’t cross, and he’ll go to the absolute ends of the Earth for you if he thinks you’re worth it. Wyatt is, by nature, extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and says. As far as he’s concerned, life’s too short to just sit around and let shit happen. He often states that no one should take life too seriously because in the end, everyone ends up in the same place - even if he doesn’t believe what he’s preaching. At the very core of his personality, Wyatt is kind of a bleeding heart, and he often puts the needs of others above his own.
Likes
- Horchata
- Cigarettes
- Dogs
- Rain
- Bad puns
- Joy Division
Dislikes
- Traffic
- Job interviews
- Lattés
- Dubstep
- Hypocrisy
- Needles
Strengths
- Honest
- Enthusiastic
- Hardworking
- Dedicated
- Genuine
- Resourceful
Weaknesses
- Abrasive
- Irritable
- Obnoxious
- Stubborn
- Neurotic
- Impatient
Fears
- His criminal record coming back to haunt him.
- Relapsing.
“Do you think my landlord’ll notice if I brought home a dog?”
History
Born in Canada, or more specifically; Toronto, Wyatt began life in a small, three-bedroom home with his parents, brothers and sisters. The oldest of five children, he was always the most aware of how tight money was, how hard their parents worked trying to make ends meet, and how their every waking moment was spent thinking about how they were going to pay rent the very next week. That, of course, left the young Wyatt to take care of his siblings while Mr. and Mrs. Rothenberg were away, and he was a good sport about it, too - never fussing, never complaining - at least up until middle school, anyway.
In school, he struggled, both academically and socially, though if he had to be honest, he saw that shit coming from a mile away. As his grades slipped, his frustration grew, and soon, he began to take his anger out on the people around him. There were too many things about him that could be picked on for his liking, and so he grew louder, more boisterous and was forever throwing the first punch in a fight. You had to be living under a rock to not know his name, in fact. And Wyatt loved every second of it, no matter how many times he was sent to the principal’s office, knuckles bruised and bleeding.
Everyone was divided when it came to Wyatt - you either loved or hated him, and oddly enough, he was okay with that. It put him on the map and gave him the attention he craved; the attention he lacked. Back home, his father would yell, and his mother would cry, wondering just what happened to their good, little boy. It was a good thing the principal claimed he had so much potential, if only he “channeled his energy appropriately” - whatever that meant.
It didn’t take him long to discover the world of drugs and alcohol, something he’d always been lurking on the edges of, wanting and waiting, patient like a predator. For a while, he was satiated with rolled-up joints of marijuana and tiny tabs of LSD, but deep down, he knew he wanted more, and he was always, always searching for the next high. Where did he get the money, you ask? Well, he knew better than anyone else where his mother had some squirrelled away, and it was easy enough for him to swipe a Benjamin or two while she wasn’t looking. For the first few times, he felt like shit, like he was the absolute scum of the earth, but people could get used to anything, and pretty soon, he realised that when you were looking for your next fix, nothing else mattered.
Unsurprisingly, Wyatt managed to get himself thrown out of high school - courtesy of a rather unfortunate incident where the P.E. teacher had found him cooped up in a toilet cubicle, high off his mind. He was sentenced to four months in a juvenile detention center, though it was quickly extended to twelve due to bad behaviour and unwillingness to rehabilitate. Once he got out, however, his parents were quick to turn their backs on him, and he was no longer welcome at home. With nowhere else to go, Wyatt stayed with a friend for a while, though even that fell through, eventually. But when a person gets desperate, ideas on how to remedy the situation begin to take root.
His first attempt at theft was a success, and so were the few that followed. Wyatt stole car parts, tearing engines apart and pawning the components whenever he could. It was risky, he knew that much, but how else was he going to sustain his drug habit? He knew the path he was going down, and an image of himself lying dead in a pool of his own vomit kept popping up in his head as he snorted line after line, but he wasn’t going to stop, not until he got caught, at least, and he was careful about it, too - up until he wasn’t.
That fateful day, Wyatt didn’t manage to escape. He must’ve gotten cocky, didn’t even think to look over his shoulder as he hunkered down to take apart a 1987 Camaro. Before he could even think to run, he felt the cool metal of handcuffs snap closed around his wrists, and with a whirlwind of yelling and frantic struggles, he found himself getting hauled off to the local police station.
Charged with drug possession and grand larceny, Wyatt spent the next eight years of his life in prison. Now, he’s not going to lie and say that his time in the slammer wasn’t that bad, because it was fucking terrible. Even when he kept his head down, avoiding trouble the best he could, he thought he was going to go crazy in there. The gruelling day-to-day, talking to the same people, staring at the same walls - not to mention the withdrawals that plagued him during the first weeks, it was downright maddening. Really, the only thing that kept him from going absolutely nuts was the art program. But if he was going to be honest, that was exactly what made him resolve to change for the better, so that he would never have to come back to this shit-hole ever again.
It seemed like an eternity, but Wyatt got out right on schedule, quite unlike his time in juvie. Integrating back into society was a task easier said than done, especially after having spent nearly a third of his life in prison. He got used to the dirty looks potential employers shot him when he mentioned his criminal record, even if they made his blood boil something fierce. From then on, it was a long, looong string of rejected job applications, punctuated with the occasional success, though they never did seem to last as long as the failures.
Of course, that was up until a couple months ago, where he managed to snag himself a line cook position at a restaurant downtown. Apparently, the management didn’t give a shit about his time in prison - as long as he could dice onions and various other vegetables, he was hired. Sure, it’s not the most glamorous of jobs, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and the best thing about twelve-hour work days is that he’s too tired to think about anything when he gets back home.
In school, he struggled, both academically and socially, though if he had to be honest, he saw that shit coming from a mile away. As his grades slipped, his frustration grew, and soon, he began to take his anger out on the people around him. There were too many things about him that could be picked on for his liking, and so he grew louder, more boisterous and was forever throwing the first punch in a fight. You had to be living under a rock to not know his name, in fact. And Wyatt loved every second of it, no matter how many times he was sent to the principal’s office, knuckles bruised and bleeding.
Everyone was divided when it came to Wyatt - you either loved or hated him, and oddly enough, he was okay with that. It put him on the map and gave him the attention he craved; the attention he lacked. Back home, his father would yell, and his mother would cry, wondering just what happened to their good, little boy. It was a good thing the principal claimed he had so much potential, if only he “channeled his energy appropriately” - whatever that meant.
It didn’t take him long to discover the world of drugs and alcohol, something he’d always been lurking on the edges of, wanting and waiting, patient like a predator. For a while, he was satiated with rolled-up joints of marijuana and tiny tabs of LSD, but deep down, he knew he wanted more, and he was always, always searching for the next high. Where did he get the money, you ask? Well, he knew better than anyone else where his mother had some squirrelled away, and it was easy enough for him to swipe a Benjamin or two while she wasn’t looking. For the first few times, he felt like shit, like he was the absolute scum of the earth, but people could get used to anything, and pretty soon, he realised that when you were looking for your next fix, nothing else mattered.
Unsurprisingly, Wyatt managed to get himself thrown out of high school - courtesy of a rather unfortunate incident where the P.E. teacher had found him cooped up in a toilet cubicle, high off his mind. He was sentenced to four months in a juvenile detention center, though it was quickly extended to twelve due to bad behaviour and unwillingness to rehabilitate. Once he got out, however, his parents were quick to turn their backs on him, and he was no longer welcome at home. With nowhere else to go, Wyatt stayed with a friend for a while, though even that fell through, eventually. But when a person gets desperate, ideas on how to remedy the situation begin to take root.
His first attempt at theft was a success, and so were the few that followed. Wyatt stole car parts, tearing engines apart and pawning the components whenever he could. It was risky, he knew that much, but how else was he going to sustain his drug habit? He knew the path he was going down, and an image of himself lying dead in a pool of his own vomit kept popping up in his head as he snorted line after line, but he wasn’t going to stop, not until he got caught, at least, and he was careful about it, too - up until he wasn’t.
That fateful day, Wyatt didn’t manage to escape. He must’ve gotten cocky, didn’t even think to look over his shoulder as he hunkered down to take apart a 1987 Camaro. Before he could even think to run, he felt the cool metal of handcuffs snap closed around his wrists, and with a whirlwind of yelling and frantic struggles, he found himself getting hauled off to the local police station.
Charged with drug possession and grand larceny, Wyatt spent the next eight years of his life in prison. Now, he’s not going to lie and say that his time in the slammer wasn’t that bad, because it was fucking terrible. Even when he kept his head down, avoiding trouble the best he could, he thought he was going to go crazy in there. The gruelling day-to-day, talking to the same people, staring at the same walls - not to mention the withdrawals that plagued him during the first weeks, it was downright maddening. Really, the only thing that kept him from going absolutely nuts was the art program. But if he was going to be honest, that was exactly what made him resolve to change for the better, so that he would never have to come back to this shit-hole ever again.
It seemed like an eternity, but Wyatt got out right on schedule, quite unlike his time in juvie. Integrating back into society was a task easier said than done, especially after having spent nearly a third of his life in prison. He got used to the dirty looks potential employers shot him when he mentioned his criminal record, even if they made his blood boil something fierce. From then on, it was a long, looong string of rejected job applications, punctuated with the occasional success, though they never did seem to last as long as the failures.
Of course, that was up until a couple months ago, where he managed to snag himself a line cook position at a restaurant downtown. Apparently, the management didn’t give a shit about his time in prison - as long as he could dice onions and various other vegetables, he was hired. Sure, it’s not the most glamorous of jobs, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and the best thing about twelve-hour work days is that he’s too tired to think about anything when he gets back home.
Education
Expelled from high school two months into senior year.
Favorite memory
His seventh birthday, when his mother baked him a cake to celebrate, and his two younger brothers were there. It sticks in his mind, after all these years, and Wyatt still remembers it as one of the happiest moments of his life.
Least favorite memory
About two weeks into his prison sentence, when the withdrawals were at their worst. He was curled up on a cot in the infirmary, drenched in sweat and shaking like a leaf.
“You know what? I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear you say that.”
Birthday
November 10th, 1985
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Social Media
No.
“...Yikes.”
“For the record; I have no idea who any of these people are.”
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
“Anyone else getting mad John Wayne vibes from this guy? No? Just me?”
As with any proletariat, Wyatt doesn’t know a lot about Reginald, nor the remainder of the Carrington clan. Except for the fact that they were richer than God, of course. Anyone who didn’t spend the last fifty years living under a rock knew that much, and it seemed to him like they had the power to match. Still, even with that taken into consideration, from the things he’d heard from the news - and to a lesser extent, the tabloids - Reginald Carrington was not someone you wanted to mess around with. After all, it was a dog-eat-dog world out there, and the fact that he was he was able to keep the reins on America’s greatest energy conglomerate? It was no small feat; something that only a person of exceptional character and a real head for business could accomplish.
...Not that Wyatt would know anything about it. There’s a reason why he’s a line cook, and not the CEO of a multimillion dollar corporation.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
“I’ve seen statues with more emotion.”
Wyatt knows even less about Cassiopeia than he does Reginald. To say that she was an enigmatic figure - well, that would probably be the understatement of the century. Even with her position at the helm of Trium-Veritas, the woman kept her cards so close to her chest that it was impossible to guess just what she was thinking. Sure, the only place that Wyatt had ever seen her was on television (and he’s glad they’ve never had to meet in person), but it seemed as if everyone was as much in the dark as he was. While it might’ve been painfully obvious, it’s an indisputable fact that Wyatt despises insincerity, and needless to say, this leads to him finding Cassiopeia’s overall disposition to be more than a little off-putting.
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PETER GALLAGHER
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim
(Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.)
-Ovid
Name
Peter Jacob Gallagher
Nicknames
Pete: His father was named Peter so he prefers the name Pete.
Age
21
Gender
Male
Occupation
Journalist is what he tells others. He really is an intern.
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
In a relationship with Marisol for almost six years now.
Appearance
Pete is a rather tall man standing at about six feet three inches tall. He spent years in the hot Georgia sun so his skin is constantly tanned. Or it could be from his mother's side of the family. Years of playing sports has given him a muscular form that he keeps no matter what. His father had taught him the importance of keeping strong so Pete keeps trying. If one were too look at family pictures, Pete is built and looks like his late father except for his eyes and hair. Both are clearly from his mother.
Pete usually trusts Mari to choose his clothes since he still is a bit southern in the way he dresses. His idea of normal is flannel and jeans which usually is not enough. So he usually just asked her for help. She knows better than he does.
Pete has a scar on his right bicep. He tries to hide it but it clearly is old. It is the only mark on his body. His accent has gotten a bit soft from years of living in New York City.
Pete usually trusts Mari to choose his clothes since he still is a bit southern in the way he dresses. His idea of normal is flannel and jeans which usually is not enough. So he usually just asked her for help. She knows better than he does.
Pete has a scar on his right bicep. He tries to hide it but it clearly is old. It is the only mark on his body. His accent has gotten a bit soft from years of living in New York City.
Personality
Pete is not afraid of anything. If he is presented with a challenge, he will face it with a smile on his face. He tries to always be smiling and or laughing about life's issues and problems. He acts like nothing really bothers him. Acts is the important word there. Pete acts like nothing ever bothers him or gets under his skin when it does. If one were to look closely they would see a very different person. He can be quiet and moping at times. He wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. However he tries to hide those two sides. He almost has to be the other guy. Very few people have ever seen the other Pete.
Likes
- Old Music (classic rock)
- Dancing
- Parties
- Cooking
- Spending time with Mari.
Dislikes
- Bullies
- Snobby People
- Talking about himself
- Arguments
Strengths
- A good heart
- Physically strong
- Quick witted
Weaknesses
- Not use to upper class life
- He gets angry sometimes.
- Sometimes speaks when he should have been quiet.
Fears
He is afraid of losing his family again. He lost his entire family at a young age so he is still afraid of losing the people he loves. He still has nightmares waking up covered in sweat.
History
Pete had a generally normal childhood. He was born in deep in the South. Pete was born as the only child too a family of farmers. He figured that some day would he would also be a farmer like his entire family. However that never came to be. When he was 14 years old, there was a devastating crash. Pete still remembers the sound of the crash and screech of the metal. He remembers being pulled out of the wreck by the first responders. The last memory is off the rainy graveyard and their funeral.
Pete was soon bundled off to New York City to live with an uncle he did not know he had. There he met her. It was a bit odd but he hit it off with some girl named Marisol. It was her that helped him get over the recent death. The two of them are still together after six years. Pete basically attributes everything that he is right now to her influence. She turned him from a quiet and almost angry boy into the man he is today. Pete always says that it is thanks to Mari that he became a much better man. He graduated high school thanks to her.
After he graduated, he got into NYU for Journalism. Pete had always liked to write and now he was being paid to do it. He was definitely new at this but he is a rather decent reporter. He is still an intern at the New York Times. He has spent most of his relatively short caterer trying to look out for the little guy. He knew that he would be going with Mari as soon as she got that package. The velvet box has never felt so heavy in his pocket. He knows that now is the time to do this. All he has to do is survive her family but he thinks he can. He knows that she is worth it. He is just scared about how they will respond to him. He only knows a few of the siblings in passing really. Mari introduced him to a few of them. Pete could care less if they do not like him. He only really cares for one member of the Carrington Family. He is currently writing an article about the family.
Pete was soon bundled off to New York City to live with an uncle he did not know he had. There he met her. It was a bit odd but he hit it off with some girl named Marisol. It was her that helped him get over the recent death. The two of them are still together after six years. Pete basically attributes everything that he is right now to her influence. She turned him from a quiet and almost angry boy into the man he is today. Pete always says that it is thanks to Mari that he became a much better man. He graduated high school thanks to her.
After he graduated, he got into NYU for Journalism. Pete had always liked to write and now he was being paid to do it. He was definitely new at this but he is a rather decent reporter. He is still an intern at the New York Times. He has spent most of his relatively short caterer trying to look out for the little guy. He knew that he would be going with Mari as soon as she got that package. The velvet box has never felt so heavy in his pocket. He knows that now is the time to do this. All he has to do is survive her family but he thinks he can. He knows that she is worth it. He is just scared about how they will respond to him. He only knows a few of the siblings in passing really. Mari introduced him to a few of them. Pete could care less if they do not like him. He only really cares for one member of the Carrington Family. He is currently writing an article about the family.
Education
Got through high-school and then went to college for Journalism. It is his passion.
Favorite memory
A very special day when he was in high school. His life changed that day for the better. It was the first day of school when he met Marisol. Things were never the same after that.
Least favorite memory
His family's funeral is his least favorite memory. He still has nightmares to this day about the car crash.
Birthday
June 28, 1994
Astrological Sign
Cancer
Social Media
All= PeteG. (He has no idea how to use them.)
Song:
12 Days of Christmas Muppet Edition.
GoddessSophia Broken Girl
Banned
Seen
5 yrs ago
'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.'
-William Shakespeare
Name
Amelia Annabelle Garcia
Nicknames
Her most common nicknames are Lia, Anna or Belle. Mostly her friends and family calls her by those names-she had them since she was little.
Age
17
Gender
Female
Occupation
She's still in school-about to go to College next year. Currently has a short intern-ship with Vogue
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual-More attracted to guys though *Not many people know about her Bisexuality*
Relationship Status
Single-Crushing on Charlie. Slightly confused when he asks her on this trip and what it actually means.
Appearance
Amelia is a petite, feminine young woman with a beautiful hour-glass figure. Standing on the shorter side of 5'6. She had soulful and warm chocolate brown eyes-they are always gentle, filled with life and soul. Her eyes are barely cold towards another being. Her hair is naturally a strawberry-blonde, but due to spending time in the sun it sometimes takes different shades of blonde...sometimes a lighter blonde. Amelia's slightly tanned skin is seemly flawless-apart from the occasional birth mark. Amelia likes to wear dangly earrings-hoops or any funky long earrings she can get her hands on.
She can be a bit of a girly-girl wearing dresses, skirts and high-heel shoes and boots to her liking. But Amelia has her own style, as she makes some of her own clothes-she made a couple for her friends. She can also be seen wearing, Jeans and shorts with various t-shirts depending on the weather.
She can be a bit of a girly-girl wearing dresses, skirts and high-heel shoes and boots to her liking. But Amelia has her own style, as she makes some of her own clothes-she made a couple for her friends. She can also be seen wearing, Jeans and shorts with various t-shirts depending on the weather.
"Life is beautiful...live life everyday to the fullest."
Personality
Amelia is rather bubbly and happy/outgoing person-it doesn't take her long to make friends and get to know them. Her friends always mean a lot to her-and she's always there for them when they need her, willing to help, listen or just hang out...no matter what. She is a person that can be relied up, and is known to be loyal. Her bubbly-personality can sometimes seem like hyperness to some, and annoy those that aren't used to her. However, if you put Amelia in a house full of important or intimidating people-Amelia looses her cool, becomes shy and easily nervous. She usually talks to herself, if she gets nervous...the more nervous she gets...the worse it seems to get. Making her seem very innocent and timid.
She also enjoys Adventure and exploring with her friends- but Amelia is perceived as being naive and it's that element of her personality that can get her into trouble. It's not that hard to get her to agree to certain things, and suggestions when it comes to having fun. Amelia also struggles with dominance and confidence against authority figures-more than often being the submissive one in situations. Whilst, she tries to stand up for her friends, she struggles to stand up for herself and succeed.
Inside, Amelia is rather withdrawn and she tries to hide her fears, and nightmares behind smiles and her cheerfulness. There are very few that know of her troubles, and burdens that the young girl carries. To strangers and outsiders, they think her life is picture perfect-which couldn't be further from the truth.
Likes
- Fashion ~ *New clothing lines and designing her own clothes*
- Theater plays-Shakespeare especially
- Art~ she paints and sketches
- Marvel Universe ~ X-men and the Avengers are her favorite
- Music
- Nature and Animals. She donates money to a few nature/animal groups and charities.
- Her friends
- Reading books
- Foreign Cuisines ~ Italian, Chinese, French etc.
- Ice-Tea
Dislikes
- Being put under pressure
- People who hurt her friends/family
- Animal Cruelty
- Death, War and Famine
- Storms
- Weather being too cold
Strengths
- Compassion
- Likes an Adventure
- Always there for her friend to offer a helping hand, to listen etc
Weaknesses
- Easily intimidated/made nervous
- Shy around intimidating people ~ she never knows how to handle them
- Self-Critical at times
Fears
Triskaidekaphobia: Amelia has a strange fear of the number 13. That number has always been unlucky in her life. Her biological father also died on her 13th birthday.
Dying young/Untimely death.
Dying young/Untimely death.
"There's so many people in the world. I choose to be myself...and be unique."
History
Amelia Annabelle Garcia was born to a happy couple-the youngest of 3 children, in a middle class family. Her father worked for the Marine, whilst her mother was a school teacher. Due to her father's occupation, the Garcia's moved around a lot-every-time her father got re-stationed. Amelia never complained about the moving, as she had gotten to see some amazing places, meet interesting people. The only thing that perhaps bothered her, was the fact that her dad was away a lot. But she still loved her father, and he adored and cared for each child equally. The family was a happy one, until Amelia turned 13 years old. Prior to her birthday, her father's Navy station got bombed by enemies...killing everyone, including Amelia's father. The news of his death, reached the Garcia's on her birthday...that event had scared Amelia, and since then...she barely celebrates birthdays, and doesn't even talk about them. Years passed and when Amelia turned 15, her mother re-married. A posh, English Doctor in training. Whilst he's a nice guy, he just doesn't have that spark and bond with any of the children. He doesn't seem to get them....especially Amelia. And often thinks, she's odd for her fashion sense and hobbies.
When Amelia got to high-school she met Charlie Carrington. A slightly shy, awkward but sweet young guy. There are some similarities between the two, that made Amelia get on with him. Whilst she has heard of his family-especially his parents and the business they run. And his sister Marisol being a well known Model-Amelia didn't let that determine how she felt about Charlie. She had gotten to know him, for who he is, what he's like. She likes him for him...not his family, wealth and legacy. The two became good friends, hanging out and watching super-hero movies together-or marathons more like. And whilst she knew he was always smart and would do well-she felt a bit sad when he left school earlier than most. But the two have kept in touch.
Now, Charlie has asked her to go with him to the family vacation. Whilst it was easy for Amelia to accept, she is a bit confused about what it means. She has developed a bit of a secret crush on Charlie-and she's not sure if he feels that way about her. She's going on this trip, to support her friend but also to get away from her family for a while-her new posh step father in particular.
When Amelia got to high-school she met Charlie Carrington. A slightly shy, awkward but sweet young guy. There are some similarities between the two, that made Amelia get on with him. Whilst she has heard of his family-especially his parents and the business they run. And his sister Marisol being a well known Model-Amelia didn't let that determine how she felt about Charlie. She had gotten to know him, for who he is, what he's like. She likes him for him...not his family, wealth and legacy. The two became good friends, hanging out and watching super-hero movies together-or marathons more like. And whilst she knew he was always smart and would do well-she felt a bit sad when he left school earlier than most. But the two have kept in touch.
Now, Charlie has asked her to go with him to the family vacation. Whilst it was easy for Amelia to accept, she is a bit confused about what it means. She has developed a bit of a secret crush on Charlie-and she's not sure if he feels that way about her. She's going on this trip, to support her friend but also to get away from her family for a while-her new posh step father in particular.
Education
She's currently in her last year of High-school. She has applied to a couple of colleges to go including Yale, Dartmouth and Harvard. Whilst she has gotten acceptance letters, she hasn't made her choice yet.
Favorite memory
The day Charlie tried to teach her how to Skateboard. It was a rather fun and hilarious moment, as she ended up skating off of a pier at the beach. The memory always brings a smile to her face.
Least favorite memory
Her 13th Birthday-her father died during an attack on his navy ship. Since then, Amelia has struggled to enjoy or look forward to any birthday, especially hers.
"I have my fears...you have yours. I just choose not to talk about them."
Birthday
February 5th, 1998
Astrological Sign
Aquarius
Social Media
Twitter: @AmeliaGarcia
Facebook: Lia Annabelle Garcia
Snapchat: Lia-Belle
Instagram: Amelia G
Facebook: Lia Annabelle Garcia
Snapchat: Lia-Belle
Instagram: Amelia G
"I have my own fashion sense-no one is right or wrong. People experiment all the time. What's wrong with a little color?"
"Rumors have it, the family is complicated. My family isn't perfect like it once was...but I guess, I try and see the good in people. If it's possible."
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"CEO of Trium-Veritas. He's pretty much famous among the newspapers and tv stations. I've heard of him...but there's not much else I can tell you about him. "
Hearing about the Infamous Reginald Carrington; Amelia can tell you so much about the man, just like anyone else that has read about him or seen him in the news. Rich, handsome for a man his age, yet has a strict and slightly scary presence..Amelia is a bit glad, she hasn't met him in person yet. There's just something intimidating about him. Charlie on the other hand, hasn't told her much about his father...just that once he used to admire and look up to him. Amelia doesn't know much about their relationship and how good it is...or not. But she wants to support him, by going on this trip with Charlie. Although, she's bit fearful of meeting his father.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"Reginald's wife? I am sure there's a connection there...she too is talked about a lot. I just don't get the hands-off parenting. Surely a mother should be involved in her children's lives."
Amelia knows even less about Cass, than she does about Reginald. Even though, the woman is talked about a lot, seen on the news and papers; there's just something cold about Cass....The lack of emotions can be seen and read about, as well as seen in person. She and Charlie never really spoke about his mother...so she does not know, what relationship he has...or hasn't got with his mother. Amelia doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, if he doesn't like talking about his mother.
C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
"He's my best friend, he might be a guy but we got so much in common, he always knows how to bring a smile to my face. Not to mention, how cute he gets when he's nervous."
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M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"She's very pretty. She has the confidence and the presence for sure. I like her taste in clothes she always wears for the seasons."
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Nathalie Knox
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
- Albert Einstein
Name
Nathalie Katherine Knox
Nicknames
Nat
Age
24
Gender
Female
Occupation
Freelance Writer
Independent Novelist
Independent Novelist
Residency
Rowan's Residence | Dublin, Ireland
Grandfather's Estate | Traverse City, MI
Father's Home | Royal Oak, MI
Grandfather's Estate | Traverse City, MI
Father's Home | Royal Oak, MI
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Relationship Status
Taken
Appearance
Nathalie Knox’s personality reflects in her appearance, for sure. With fiery red hair and vibrant blue eyes, she stands barely reminiscent of her parents outside of her skin tone— a fact that might be clear due to the fact that she has probably dyed her hair, though that would be a bit speculative. Nathalie isn’t too tall, bearing around the 5’2” - 5’3” range with a mildly athletic build but nothing too defined. As far as blemishes and their ilk, Nathalie doesn’t have many outside of some childhood gashes and cuts that didn’t heal too great— such as healed gash on her knee from an incident on her bicycle when she was ten. As for terms of preferences for clothes, Nathalie seems to be diverse in her sense of fashion with selections ranging from jackets, sweaters, business casual, formalwear, skirts, dresses, khakis; she’s not particularly picky though she loves to mix and match if she thinks it goes well with something else.
“That’s interesting, please don’t tell me more.”
Personality
Affected emotionally by her father’s abandonment of herself and her mother when she was seven years old, Nathalie has had some rough adjustments to make up for. Partially due to her abandonment she found herself using a sense of humor as a sort of defense mechanism to shield her from the trauma of being thrown away— of which has become her defining trait of her personality. This humorous (and sometimes self-depreciative) sense of humor has been a great part of her charm and not just simply something she’s come to develop to defend herself from social and mental anxieties. However, such humor isn’t simply peppy sarcasm but can lead to annoyed side comments which due to her blunt nature can annoy others far more than her optimistic outlook.
Nathalie is blunt, as aforementioned, which is due to her dislike of deceptive lies and false promises. She feels like being honest is better than covering up thoughts even if it might be a better call to tell half-truths— a double-edged sword as it is. Despite her “absolute honesty” many find her company nice enough given her positive-thinking outlook, though on a few occasions it has led her to clash with realists and cynics alike who claim that her hopefulness is ridiculous to the point of absurdity. Her grandfather also warned her that she’d need to keep herself realistic so when things went the wrong direction she wouldn’t be emotionally devastated as she had before. Nathalie is trying to currently temper her optimism, but it isn’t as easy as she’d like.
She is also thirdly, quite “clingy” and “obsessive” to not only her way of life but her romantic interests. She finds it hard not to attach to things— her abandonment by her parents still acting as a shadow lingering over her. She knows it turns people away when her emotions get the best of her, but she reminds people that she can’t seem to help it and to give her mannerisms time to calm. She loves people as a whole and wants to not be as alone as she was when she was younger and her closest of friends realize this.
Nathalie is blunt, as aforementioned, which is due to her dislike of deceptive lies and false promises. She feels like being honest is better than covering up thoughts even if it might be a better call to tell half-truths— a double-edged sword as it is. Despite her “absolute honesty” many find her company nice enough given her positive-thinking outlook, though on a few occasions it has led her to clash with realists and cynics alike who claim that her hopefulness is ridiculous to the point of absurdity. Her grandfather also warned her that she’d need to keep herself realistic so when things went the wrong direction she wouldn’t be emotionally devastated as she had before. Nathalie is trying to currently temper her optimism, but it isn’t as easy as she’d like.
She is also thirdly, quite “clingy” and “obsessive” to not only her way of life but her romantic interests. She finds it hard not to attach to things— her abandonment by her parents still acting as a shadow lingering over her. She knows it turns people away when her emotions get the best of her, but she reminds people that she can’t seem to help it and to give her mannerisms time to calm. She loves people as a whole and wants to not be as alone as she was when she was younger and her closest of friends realize this.
Likes
- Literature
- Cinema
- Music
- Honesty
Dislikes
- Abandonment
- Deception
- Opportunists
- Writer's Block
Strengths
- Funny
- Imaginative
- Resilient
Weaknesses
- Hopelessly Optimistic
- Obsessive
- Blunt
Fears
- Being Abandoned
- Her Grandfather's Death
“Could you not?”
History
The daughter of Joseph Knox & Katherine Townes, Nathalie was born in southeastern Michigan to fairly mundane circumstances. Her father was a Police Detective and her mother was an artist and educator— both of them disappearing in her life when she was seven years old. As the story goes, Nathalie recalls little about the incident that would result in her mother’s death as it had occurred away from her eyes and ears; herself being watched by a babysitter in her childhood neighborhood by the name of Lauren Hart. Her mother had been killed in a scuffle leaving her car as she was about to return to her home, with the culprit taking off into the night. This led to her father to dive into his work and realizing his inability to watch his daughter sent her off to the only capable relative to be raised until the situation changed— Katherine Townes’ father, D.E. Townes.
David Edward Townes (D.E. Townes) had his own reputation, but after the funeral of his daughter he had no issues taking his daughter in as his son-in-law attempted to find the culprit and bring him to justice. Nathalie moved upstate to a small town her grandfather had lived for several years, tempering his loneliness with the atmosphere the town gave him. D.E. was an acclaimed author, screenwriter, and a former (at that point, retired) Professor of English at the University of Michigan. It was under Nathalie’s grandfather that she would learn the power of a good story and a hopeful mind. She would become so inspired by his life and his stories that she would follow his stead and aspire to become a writer herself— a talent she manifested in middle school in the small town. She would end up going to Ashford University before gathering a bit of wanderlust; of which she began traveling with some money her grandfather had left for her.
Her wanderlust ended up taking her to Dublin, Ireland— a place where she would meet her current boyfriend, Rowan Carrington, though she had originally traveled to Dublin to talk to a semi-retired novelist named Malcolm Kavanagh, a friend of her grandfather. Taking up the knowledge from Malcolm and enjoying Rowan’s company she found herself staying in Dublin for awhile making it her current home. She was considering coming home for Christmas when the Carrington’s asked Rowan for a gathering of sorts; a gathering she wasn’t sure about until a phone call with her grandfather led her to go along with Rowan.
David Edward Townes (D.E. Townes) had his own reputation, but after the funeral of his daughter he had no issues taking his daughter in as his son-in-law attempted to find the culprit and bring him to justice. Nathalie moved upstate to a small town her grandfather had lived for several years, tempering his loneliness with the atmosphere the town gave him. D.E. was an acclaimed author, screenwriter, and a former (at that point, retired) Professor of English at the University of Michigan. It was under Nathalie’s grandfather that she would learn the power of a good story and a hopeful mind. She would become so inspired by his life and his stories that she would follow his stead and aspire to become a writer herself— a talent she manifested in middle school in the small town. She would end up going to Ashford University before gathering a bit of wanderlust; of which she began traveling with some money her grandfather had left for her.
Her wanderlust ended up taking her to Dublin, Ireland— a place where she would meet her current boyfriend, Rowan Carrington, though she had originally traveled to Dublin to talk to a semi-retired novelist named Malcolm Kavanagh, a friend of her grandfather. Taking up the knowledge from Malcolm and enjoying Rowan’s company she found herself staying in Dublin for awhile making it her current home. She was considering coming home for Christmas when the Carrington’s asked Rowan for a gathering of sorts; a gathering she wasn’t sure about until a phone call with her grandfather led her to go along with Rowan.
Education
Ashford University
- B.A. | English & Communication
Favorite memory
Her grandfather’s stories; whether about his life growing up during the mid-twentieth century or the tales of sword & sorcery— there was always something that would put her mind at ease.
Least favorite memory
Just one? Nathalie would love to be able to have one distressing memory to call her “worst” but unfortunately it ends up as a sort of two-way tie. There was her mother’s death when she was seven years old, or perhaps her father’s abandonment of Nathalie at… seven years old.
“I was raised on the power of the imagination and the challenges the world throws our way. We need more people out there who refuse to abandon their imagination.”
Birthday
December 22nd, 1991
Astrological Sign
Sagittarius
Social Media
Facebook - Nathalie Knox
Twitter - @Litnature
LastFM - Mendax
Wordpress - Mendax
Twitter - @Litnature
LastFM - Mendax
Wordpress - Mendax
“I’ve only been able to depend on my grandfather. I don’t know what it’d be like if I didn’t have him.”
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
“I saw him on television once— the interview was all so strict. You could really tell he’s a very serious man.”
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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
“When I mention Rowan’s parents as we prepare for the trip he seems especially nervous when I ask him about his mother; even more so than his father.”
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S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
“She’s a famous artist or something right?”
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G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
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D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
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R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
“This trip is the first time I’ve seen Rowan actually push to make a decision. He seems anxious and stressed, what relationship does he have with his family?”
Nathalie Knox and Rowan Carrington have been in a relationship for a few months now, having been so since Nathalie arrived in Dublin to speak to Malcolm Kavanagh. Nathalie considers it an amazing happenstance that she was able to meet Rowan and connect with him. He was a bit hesitant at first, when they started “officially” dating but Nathalie didn’t consider her age or his age to be an issue. A fact she was blunt about when Rowan was having his misgivings about the situation. Once that barrier was passed they didn’t seem to have many relationship issues as they were both very similar beings given their interest in literature and kind & liberal personalities. Nathalie and Rowan also talked in detail about D.E. Townes who Rowan soon discovered was Nathalie’s grandfather on her mother’s side, a fact she doesn’t try to tell people if it comes up— but it did.
Whilst Rowan knows a decent amount of Nathalie’s childhood, he hasn’t exactly exchanged the favor too much. Rowan hasn’t told Nat a whole lot about his childhood or his family, being brief when he has mentioned them; a fact Nat didn’t pry for since she believed when he was comfortable he would tell her. They spend most days talking about literature, art, and other things of the nature and Nat likes to think they have a pretty good connection.
T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
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O L I V E R C A R R I N G T O N
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O L I V I A C A R R I N G T O N
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A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
“I read his novel! It has a lot of heart and depth that elitists don’t really get and I can totally vibe off some of the story he’s telling.”
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M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
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C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
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David Edward Townes, or D.E. Townes (b. 1931) is an American Novelist. Townes worked alongside other authors of the time, making his start in pulp magazines and comic book publication in the 1950s much like similar authors of the science fiction genre.
Throughout his career as a novelist starting in 1966 with the novel, Perfect Symmetry, D.E. Townes established his voice among science fiction novelists and as one who refused to let the stigma of the genre to be contained to pulp fiction— demanding to see recognition of science fiction to be equal to classical and gothic literature. D.E. Townes was successful in this effect, his intellectualism and skill as a writer being compared to non-pulp authors such as J.D. Salinger, John Steinbeck, Ralph Ellison, and William Faulkner. Whilst cerebral in nature like Arthur C. Clarke and others, D.E. Townes also had a preference of deconstruction of pulp tropes and had a deep political side to where he would make allusions to social and political issues disguised as science fiction conflicts.
“D.E. Townes is science fantasy. Comparisons can be made to D.E. Townes as an amalgamation of J.R.R. Tolkien, Arthur C. Clarke, and William Faulkner but that is doing a disservice to all four authors. Townes has created rich science fantasy stories with social and political allusions that enriches the mind as well as weeps for the soul. There is nobody quite like D.E. Townes and unlike some of his contemporaries he continues to inspire with new work every decade; he’s never written a bad story or published a book pointlessly. If he doesn’t have something to say he doesn’t write it.”
The following is selected works from his body of work, colored works have been adapted to film (yellow) or television (green):
Throughout his career as a novelist starting in 1966 with the novel, Perfect Symmetry, D.E. Townes established his voice among science fiction novelists and as one who refused to let the stigma of the genre to be contained to pulp fiction— demanding to see recognition of science fiction to be equal to classical and gothic literature. D.E. Townes was successful in this effect, his intellectualism and skill as a writer being compared to non-pulp authors such as J.D. Salinger, John Steinbeck, Ralph Ellison, and William Faulkner. Whilst cerebral in nature like Arthur C. Clarke and others, D.E. Townes also had a preference of deconstruction of pulp tropes and had a deep political side to where he would make allusions to social and political issues disguised as science fiction conflicts.
“D.E. Townes is science fantasy. Comparisons can be made to D.E. Townes as an amalgamation of J.R.R. Tolkien, Arthur C. Clarke, and William Faulkner but that is doing a disservice to all four authors. Townes has created rich science fantasy stories with social and political allusions that enriches the mind as well as weeps for the soul. There is nobody quite like D.E. Townes and unlike some of his contemporaries he continues to inspire with new work every decade; he’s never written a bad story or published a book pointlessly. If he doesn’t have something to say he doesn’t write it.”
The following is selected works from his body of work, colored works have been adapted to film (yellow) or television (green):
Perfect Symmetry (1966) Film released in 1971
Shadows of a Broken Past (1969) Film released in 1987
Endless Infinity (1975) TV Mini-Series ran from 1980-1981
In a Flesh Aquarium (1982) TV Series ran from 2009-2014
Angels Fall First (1993) Film released in 2003
March of Progress (2004) Film released in 2013
No World Order (2015)
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- A cautionary tale of bigotry and hatred that follows Iaar Khek, a “wizard” who is on the run on a colonial planet after an incident upsets the colony’s main settlement to the point they blame him for something he cannot control. The story was considered an analogue to civil rights issues, segregation, and bigotry of the time.
Shadows of a Broken Past (1969) Film released in 1987
- A crime/political thriller that deals with the case of a murder on a transport ship going from one solar system to the next. The main character, a detective named Eron Dox, comes into conflict when the trail leads to a government official who controls the ship. Preludes the Watergate events years later, perhaps hinting at Townes issues with government control.
Endless Infinity (1975) TV Mini-Series ran from 1980-1981
- Inspired by the Vietnam War, D.E. Townes takes his audience into the Great Intergalactic War and several characters who the war effects in different ways including a space fighter pilot, a student protesting the war, a government official, the girlfriend of a soldier, and a loyal alien militant “savage”. The novel shows the brutality of war and pointlessness of political war games.
In a Flesh Aquarium (1982) TV Series ran from 2009-2014
- A horrific tale of transhumanism and technology overpassing humanity. Follows the discovery of a colony that has been completely consumed by the intergalactic robotics conglomerate. The novel asks the question of “what is human” and “how far should technology go”.
Angels Fall First (1993) Film released in 2003
- “How far can good fall if evil is so tempting?” is the question asked in this novel. Taking place on the Space Station IX-55, the main character is a devout and determined man to bring good to the firm that runs the space station but soon struggles as corruption tests his ability to do so. The difficulty in the world of bribes, favors, corrupt security, and immoral behavior is dangerous. A pseudo-sequel to Shadows of a Broken Past.
March of Progress (2004) Film released in 2013
- A socio-political thriller that deconstructs the world of political lobbyism around two characters: a young morally upright senator and a clever female lobbyist who intends to get his vote on a new planetary law that could open up new opportunities for her company despite the ethical questions that arise.
No World Order (2015)
- A continuation of the issues presented in D.E. Townes’ very first novel, Perfect Symmetry. However this story focuses on the organization that controls the wizards and how the different political factions within the order vies for determining their destiny. An analogue to political parties and their games of intrigue as well as how the world sees man (the wizards) as opinionless weapons rather than people and how they strive to silence them for utility in their political wars.
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"Genius...is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one"
- Ezra Pound
Charlie
Charles Jackson Carrington
Nicknames
Charlie, C.J, Chuck, Chaz, Chuckie etc. - Everyone seems to have a nickname for him but the only ones he likes are Charlie and C.J.
Age
17
Gender
Male
Occupation
Internship at Kodiak Tech
Residency
The Carrington family home, NYC.
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual (Publicly at least. He's somewhat unsure)
Relationship Status
Single
Appearance
Charlie is 6ft tall with dark, messy hair and dark brown eyes. He's a good looking kid with seemingly flawless skin. He occasionally tries to grow some facial hair but seems to be incapable of growing more than just weird, patchy stubble so he's usually clean shaven. He dresses in mostly whatever he feels comfortable in which is usually jeans and a t-shirt.
"Sometimes I think I'm crazy because I see things differently than everyone else."
Personality
Charlie is an oddball but does a good job of pretending to be more or less normal. Outwardly, he seems like a quiet, kind of shy kid. He tends to close himself off from other people and is not overly fond of being touched. He hates being hugged and cringes whenever anyone forces him into one. He doesn't talk very much but when he does, he tends to ramble on in a stream-of-consciousness style of speech.
He's secretly kind of a geek and loves sci-fi, anime etc but hides this from his family and friends for fear of looking like a loser to them. This geeky side is not really as well hidden as he thinks though. He has a somewhat obsessive personality and when he finds something he likes, he tends to focus all of his attention on it for prolonged periods of time. When he was younger, he was obsessed with superheroes and spent pretty much all of his time reading comic books and even pretending to be his favourite heroes. He still reads comics but has hung up his costumes for good. Although he does still fantasize from time to time about being a superhero. Some other examples of Charlie's previous obsessions include music, motorcycles, archery, computer hacking, the zombie apocalypse and, for some reason, spinning tops....He still has a collection of them.
Charlie is also very intelligent and actually graduated high school two years early, which he is very thankful for. He finds it somewhat hard to make friends as he's not the best at reading social situations. The few friends that he does have, however, he is unfalteringly loyal to.
He's secretly kind of a geek and loves sci-fi, anime etc but hides this from his family and friends for fear of looking like a loser to them. This geeky side is not really as well hidden as he thinks though. He has a somewhat obsessive personality and when he finds something he likes, he tends to focus all of his attention on it for prolonged periods of time. When he was younger, he was obsessed with superheroes and spent pretty much all of his time reading comic books and even pretending to be his favourite heroes. He still reads comics but has hung up his costumes for good. Although he does still fantasize from time to time about being a superhero. Some other examples of Charlie's previous obsessions include music, motorcycles, archery, computer hacking, the zombie apocalypse and, for some reason, spinning tops....He still has a collection of them.
Charlie is also very intelligent and actually graduated high school two years early, which he is very thankful for. He finds it somewhat hard to make friends as he's not the best at reading social situations. The few friends that he does have, however, he is unfalteringly loyal to.
Likes
- Music
- Learning new things
- People he feels comfortable around
- Comics
- Art
- Skateboards
Dislikes
- People who try to befriend him because of his family's wealth.
- Shallow people
- The smell of bleach
- Country and western music
Strengths
- Intelligent
- Independant
- Computer hacking
- Talented artist
- Prepared for the zombie apocalypse
Weaknesses
- Socially awkward
- Impatient
- Has a mild addiction to certain drugs
Fears
Pupahobia - Fear of puppets
Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes (this is so severe that Charlie can't even look at an image of a snake without feeling uncomfortable)
Ophidiophobia - Fear of snakes (this is so severe that Charlie can't even look at an image of a snake without feeling uncomfortable)
"Everything happens for a reason. But sometimes the reason is that you're stupid and make bad decisions."
History
Charlie is the youngest of the Carrington siblings. The tenth child of Reginald and Cassiopeia Carrington, Charlie was raised more by his older siblings and a string of nannies than by his parents who were too busy running half the world. Or at least that's how it seemed to Charlie. Despite the fact that his parents paid him very little attention, Charlie was ostensibly well cared for. By the time he was old enough to realize it, many of his siblings had already left home but a few, closer to his age, remained.
Charlie was particularly close to his sister, Marisol. Mari was only a couple of years older than Charlie and would always play with her little brother, which Charlie enjoyed, despite the fact that she had a tendency to get him into trouble. But like the rest of his brothers and sisters, there came a day when Mari left home too, leaving Charlie finally alone.
But the strange thing is, Charlie was fine with this. Sure, he'd miss his sister but he rather enjoyed being alone. It gave him time to do all the things he wanted to do. Which usually meant reading a book or learning some new skill. Charlie had always been a somewhat "odd" child, at least by some peoples standards. He didn't really seem to handle social situations all that well but he was very intelligent for his age so it made perfect sense to him that he should lock himself away in the Carrington family library and study.
He did eventually come at least somewhat out of his shell in high school where he made a few close friends who could overlook his eccentricities and see the kind hearted, goofball Charlie underneath. His relationship with these friends was strained somewhat when Charlie was pushed ahead in school and actually graduated two years early but he has managed to keep on good terms with most of them. Since leaving high school, Charlie has been courted by some of the most prestigious colleges in the country and even some abroad. He has chosen not to attend college yet however, much to the chagrin of his parents. Charlie was bullied all through high school for his intelligence. It was made all that much worse when he was pushed ahead two years. And so he has decided to wait until he is 18 to attend college so as to avoid looking even more socially awkward than he already is. Plus, he's much rather wait for his friends to catch up to him so they can attend together.
Despite not yet attending college, Charlie has managed to secure an internship at Kodiak Tech, one of the worlds leading industries in new technology. KT's founder and C.E.O, Cody Alexander has taken a personal interest in Charlie and believes he may one day become one of his most valued employees. This is a dream job for Charlie as he has always been interested in the newest technology.
Charlie may be one of the heirs to one of the wealthiest families in the country but many people believe he will go on to do great things and make a fortune of his own one day.
Education
Charlie graduated from high school two years early but hasn't yet moved on to college, despite being accepted to some of the most prestigious schools in the country.
Favorite memory
His first kiss. This was the first time he realized that physical contact with others didn't have to be as awkward as he always thought it was.
Least favorite memory
The constant bickering of his family. It's hard to choose just one.
"Just because I'm being quiet doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood. Sometimes I just like being quiet."
Birthday
June 12th, 1998
Astrological Sign
Gemini
Social Media
GlitchyWeirdness (used for all social media)
"I don't think I could ever stab someone...I mean, let's be honest, I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun."
"Don't believe everything you think."
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"You know what they say about never meeting your heroes?...I don't think I ever did."
When Charlie was younger, he practically idolized his father. Reginald Carrington was a mountain of a man to the boy. Tall, handsome, rich, powerful. The fact that Reginald paid his son very little attention didn't seem to matter to Charlie. For a time, Charlie wanted to be his father.
Of course that gradually changed as Charlie got older and saw his father's ruthless nature close up. The goofy and awkward Charlie never really seemed to live up to Reginald's high expectations and Reginald let him know it. Charlie was kind of a scrawny kid. Reginald thought he should bulk up and look like a man. Charlie liked to read comic books. Reginald thought it was childish and he should grow up.
The one thing about Charlie that his old man did seem to like was the fact that he was intelligent. When Charlie graduated from high school early, Reginald was unexpectedly delighted. Of course when Charlie chose not to attend college, Reginald's pride turned back into tried and true disappointment in his son. Truthfully, Charlie chose not to attend college straight away partly just to stick it to his parents. A small act of rebellion for all their years of disinterest in him.
But in truth, Charlie still kind of longs for the day his father puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him he's proud of of him.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"People always say you shouldn't talk to strangers. So I don't."
Whereas Charlie always kind of looked up to his father, he never really felt the same way about his mother. The cold and detached Cassiopeia made her husband look positively emotional. That's not to say that Charlie ever disliked his mother. He didn't really have much of a chance to get to know her. Truthfully, it's the lack of emotion that defines the relationship between Charlie and his mother.
Charlie may resent the fact that the woman that gave birth to him was never really around when he was growing up but he got along just fine without her and knows that he always will. Charlie uses the words "Mother" and "Father" when addressing his parents but there's always a subtle undercurrent of sarcasm to his tone when he does.
G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"I've often wondered what it would be like to have someone like Gabriel around while I was growing up...I think I would have liked that."
There's a large age difference between the second eldest and the youngest of the Carrington siblings and Gabriel had left home before Charlie was even born. The two have only met a handful of times but thanks to social media, they manage to stay at least somewhat in contact.
Charlie has actually come to idolize his eldest brother but this is based more around Charlie's idea of Gabriel and things he's seen online through social media and the like. He'd never really admit it to anyone but Gabriel is the kind of man Charlie wants to be. Or at least he thinks he is.
D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"If a piece of wood had a personality...It would be more interesting than Daniel.....Ok that's a little harsh. He's a nice guy...I guess....*shrug*"
If Gabriel is everything Charlie wants to be, then Daniel is everything he hopes he doesn't become. He finds Daniel dreadfully dull. From his career choice to his fashion sense. But at the same time, there's something about Daniel that Charlie recognizes as familiar in himself. He's somewhat worried that he'll become much hike Daniel.
Despite his dislike, or more accurately disinterest, in Daniel, Charlie does his very best to at least try to be nice to him. Mostly because he hopes that if the day ever comes where he ends up just like Daniel, people will at least try to be nice to him too. Even if he is dreadfully boring.
R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"What can I say about someone I've never really met? The man is a mystery."
Charlie has vague memories of his brother Rowan from when he was very young but that's about it. Rowan has spent the majority of Charlie's life living in another country and while Charlie has thought about taking a trip to meet Rowan, he feels like it would ultimately just be an awkward experience for both of them.
T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
"Tatia is proof that you family is more than just DNA."
While Charlie and Tatiana aren't exactly the closest of siblings, Charlie still knows his adoptive sister better than many of his biological family. This is mostly due to Charlie pestering Tatiana with endless questions about her life before becoming a Carrington. Other cultures have always fascinated Charlie and having someone in his own family who was born into another culture brings out Charlie's inner geek.
Charlie has mostly given up on his questioning of Tatiana in recent years however after Marisol pointed out to him that Tatia may not want to talk about her life before joining the family. Charlie feels somewhat awkward about talking to Tatiana now as he's embarrassed that he was unable to see that she was uncomfortable. His unrelenting curiosity does get the better of him sometimes though.
O L I V I A C A R R I N G T O N
"Livvy's cool. Way cooler than me anyway."
You may be hard pressed to find two Carringtons more dissimilar than Olivia and Charlie. Charlie is quiet and awkward but Liv is always the life of every party. Charlie's likes include comics, bad movies and zombies where Liv's include volleyball, makeup and shopping. Despite this, Charlie has always cared a great deal about Livvy, who has tried more than once, usually unsuccessfully, to make him far cooler than he actually is.
Charlie and Liv don't talk as much these days as they did when they were both children but they do keep in touch. Charlie was actually able to help out his friend Amelia, who was looking to start a career in fashion, by introducing her to Liv.
Charlie is also really looking forward to the birth of Liv's baby. Mostly because it means he won't be the youngest in the family anymore.
A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
"Avery may be the one person who makes me look socially normal."
Charlie always kind of related to Avery, even from an early age. His older brother was just as quiet as he was, if not more so. Charlie always heard people refer to Avery as shy but he knew that wasn't the case. Avery just liked being quiet. Charlie knew this because he was the same. Charlie feels like he understands Avery in a way that the rest of the family don't.
Charlie and Avery haven't really spoken at all since the elder brother left home, aside from the occasional online message. But given that both are naturally quiet individuals, it's perhaps not surprising.
M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"We used to be way closer but we still talk...Ok, Mari talks. I mostly just listen."
There was a point in time where Marisol was practically Charlie's best friend. Of all his siblings, she is the one closest to Charlie's age. When everyone else had run off to live their own lives, Mari was still around. She played with him, talked with him and they generally got into mischief together. Mari often protected Charlie from their strict father and Charlie attempted to do the same for her. In fact, the only times Charlie has ever really stood up to his father is in defence of his sister.
Of course, when she was old enough, Mari left too and Charlie was the only Carrington left at home. Charlie doesn't resent his sister leaving him alone. They still talk regularly and Charlie is proud of everything she has accomplished so far in her life.
A M E L I A G A R C I A
"Lia is my best friend. She's always there for me and my life would be much less fun without her."
There is perhaps no one that Charlie feels more comfortable around than his best friend Amelia. She is the one person he feels comfortable enough with to be entirely himself. Around pretty much everyone else, Charlie puts on a show. He pretends to like what others like. He pretends to be someone he's not. But around Amelia, he's perfectly comfortable talking about comic books or science or zombies. She accepts him entirely as he is and he appreciates that.
Charlie has even invited Amelia to accompany him on the Carrington family vacation. Mostly because he feels he'll need some emotional support when dealing with his entire family for the first time. He's entirely oblivious to the implications of inviting a female friend on vacation.
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Daniel Carrington
"No matter the situation never let your emotions overpower your intelligence."
-Turcois Ominek
Name
Daniel Quincey Carrington
Nicknames
Danny- Short for Daniel, it was used when he was kid by his older siblings.
Squirt- Because he was always rather short when growing up. He almost always refused to respond to it but would answer to it accidentally, resulting in a lot of teasing.
He prefers to be called Daniel or Dan.
Squirt- Because he was always rather short when growing up. He almost always refused to respond to it but would answer to it accidentally, resulting in a lot of teasing.
He prefers to be called Daniel or Dan.
Age
35
Gender
Male
Occupation
Lawyer
Residence
Lower Manhattan, NYC
Sexual Orientation
Asexual. Biromantic.
Relationship Status
Single pringle. He's only bringing along a plus one to prove that he isn't completely obsessed with his work.
Appearance
Daniel is still dwarfed by many of his family members, standing at around 5'6, even though he swears up and down that he's 5'7. His height and build make for quite a slim and unassuming character, but he's refined himself to exude and more sleek air, with slim fitting suits and expensive cologne.
His hair, if not kept under strict control, will curl and fluff in all directions, and it's the only thing about him that seems exciting rather then the strictly colour-inside-the-lines rule that he sticks to otherwise. In the morning's, he'll normally look like there's a poodle on top of his head, giving the image of a much younger man. He has a pale complexion, from not going out too much and then somehow only going out when it's cloudy or raining. His eyes are a pale shade of a mix of blue and green. He used to have to wear thick, nerdy glasses to see, but has moved on and now wears contact lenses.
Daniel doesn't look to have a casual bone in his body, much preferring nice suits rather then t-shirts and jeans. Slacks and a shirt are about as informal as you'll ever see him. The only eye catching thing about his attire will normally be his ties, which range in different colours and patterns from day to day.
His hair, if not kept under strict control, will curl and fluff in all directions, and it's the only thing about him that seems exciting rather then the strictly colour-inside-the-lines rule that he sticks to otherwise. In the morning's, he'll normally look like there's a poodle on top of his head, giving the image of a much younger man. He has a pale complexion, from not going out too much and then somehow only going out when it's cloudy or raining. His eyes are a pale shade of a mix of blue and green. He used to have to wear thick, nerdy glasses to see, but has moved on and now wears contact lenses.
Daniel doesn't look to have a casual bone in his body, much preferring nice suits rather then t-shirts and jeans. Slacks and a shirt are about as informal as you'll ever see him. The only eye catching thing about his attire will normally be his ties, which range in different colours and patterns from day to day.
Personality
Daniel isn't the best at letting his emotions be known to the world. Sure he can make polite conversation, and bullshit his way through any interactions, but dealing with his feelings when he's in an emotionally vulnerable state...he'll most likely just bottle up all his feelings until it just builds up and he explodes out. A time like that isn't the best time to be around him. When he gets angry however, it's very obvious. It's the kind of anger that isn't hot and passionate. It's calculated to be cause as much pain to you, as he's feeling in that moment. After someone's gotten on his bad side, he certainly won't forget, and they can expect muttered snarky comments and a whole lot of passive aggressiveness. He doesn't stoop so low as to talk about people behind their back however.
In his line of work, you have to be a smooth talker to get what you want, and most of that rides on the ability to make people see your way. And that's exactly what he does best. He could have succeeded in sales, how he can spin a world right in front of someone's eyes. But even as he's a skilled public speaker, when faced with his family, he loses most of that confidence. He used to have a horrible stutter when he was younger, addressed by his parents scornfully as a 'speech impediment' and it returns, not in full force, but just enough to be noticeable, even after all the therapy. He also has a habit of talking to himself, because it helps him to get everything ordered in his mind. Most of the time if he asks someone to discuss something with him, he'll likely just bounce ideas off of them before he finds one that he likes.
He's the type to think of the glass as half empty rather then half full, and won't take chances unless they are strictly in his favour. Perfectly content with staying in his own comfort zone, he takes some convincing to do something he has no interest in.
In his line of work, you have to be a smooth talker to get what you want, and most of that rides on the ability to make people see your way. And that's exactly what he does best. He could have succeeded in sales, how he can spin a world right in front of someone's eyes. But even as he's a skilled public speaker, when faced with his family, he loses most of that confidence. He used to have a horrible stutter when he was younger, addressed by his parents scornfully as a 'speech impediment' and it returns, not in full force, but just enough to be noticeable, even after all the therapy. He also has a habit of talking to himself, because it helps him to get everything ordered in his mind. Most of the time if he asks someone to discuss something with him, he'll likely just bounce ideas off of them before he finds one that he likes.
He's the type to think of the glass as half empty rather then half full, and won't take chances unless they are strictly in his favour. Perfectly content with staying in his own comfort zone, he takes some convincing to do something he has no interest in.
Likes
- Strong black coffee
- Chocolate/candy
- Cats
- Scrabble
- Winning a case
- Books-Fantasy
Dislikes
- Being proven wrong
- Unnecessary drama-even though he's a bit of a drama queen
- People that don't work hard
- Antiques
- Being told off/told he isn't good enough
Strengths
- Doing things by himself
- Smart
- Smooth Talker
Weaknesses
- Prods at people until they lash out
- Impatient
- Tactless
Fears
Being forgotten and abandoned, and of not being loved because of his sexuality.
"Self pity won't help with getting the job done"
History
Daniel had gotten the early impression that his parents weren't all that interested in him. Of course, he knew why, they were busy with their work. And now looking back, he can't think badly of them for it. He was just passed from nanny to nanny, and the only times he ever got acknowledged by them was the few times that they had a family dinner-always horribly awkward-and from their absentminded comments on his education. Even as a child, the most caring thing they ever did for him was send him to a speech therapist for his stutter, and even that was just a couple hours of torture every week. So he never really bonded with them, as perhaps he should've, instead just spending most of his free time in his room reading books and drawing, although that particular hobby never really got off the ground.
At school he had just enough friends to get by, because having none would be clear social suicide, as seen from the many students that sat alone and were bullied because of it. He learned that being by yourself was essentially declaring your vulnerability to the world, and that was something he was not inclined to do. And so, apart from his grades he kept under the radar, a completely average young boy. But by the time he was 11, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to be lawyer.
And that was what carried him through high school, losing new friends, gaining some more but all with the goal of becoming someone in the world who had the power to do some good. He wasn't the type to waste his time partying, and it seemed that as soon as he graduated from his senior year he dove headfirst into demanding schedule of a law student. After getting his degrees for Criminal Law, he got a few options, interviewed for all of them and was accepted into a firm, and got a nice flat in New York. Working his way up from an associate was hard work, but it certainly paid off after all the years because he got the title of junior partner. This is when he met Katelyn of course, and he hired as a paralegal and hasn't regretted it at all since.
At school he had just enough friends to get by, because having none would be clear social suicide, as seen from the many students that sat alone and were bullied because of it. He learned that being by yourself was essentially declaring your vulnerability to the world, and that was something he was not inclined to do. And so, apart from his grades he kept under the radar, a completely average young boy. But by the time he was 11, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to be lawyer.
And that was what carried him through high school, losing new friends, gaining some more but all with the goal of becoming someone in the world who had the power to do some good. He wasn't the type to waste his time partying, and it seemed that as soon as he graduated from his senior year he dove headfirst into demanding schedule of a law student. After getting his degrees for Criminal Law, he got a few options, interviewed for all of them and was accepted into a firm, and got a nice flat in New York. Working his way up from an associate was hard work, but it certainly paid off after all the years because he got the title of junior partner. This is when he met Katelyn of course, and he hired as a paralegal and hasn't regretted it at all since.
Education
He got his Bachelors degree in Criminal Law at Yale, as well as his Masters.
Favorite memory
When he won his first case while still being wet behind the ears, and feeling that rush of adrenaline, powered by satisfaction and joy at doing some good in the world.
Least favorite memory
Realising that no matter how much he wanted it, and how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to have a normal relationship with someone, and that he wouldn't be able to fill all their needs.
"I-I'll do better next time. I s-swear."
Birthday
September 14th, 1980
Astrological Sign
Virgo
Social Media
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"I should really stop smoking, shouldn't I."
Daniel Quincey Carrington
"Oh why do you want to know what I think about my family?"
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"Ah dear old dad. Really something to live up to, you know?"
Daniel disliked his father when he was a child, unable to understand why his standards would be so high, seemingly unreachable goals for himself and his children. When he was a teenager the dislike evolved into a stronger emotion, and he often criticized his father for his hypocrisy, that everyone else must be as 'perfect' as he is. He'd pounce on every mistake he made and think over it later, in those moments where he was left fuming in his room because of something that he'd apparently done wrong.
Nowadays however, when asked to comment on him, he might shrug and say with a wry smile that his sense of style isn't half bad. He understands better now the need for perfection, and if not that, just taking care of all the small things. Because that's what makes up the big picture.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"She wants us to be the best we can be. But isn't that practically every parent?"
Even if Daniel's parents skipped over him in favour of Gabriel then Rowan, Cassiopeia was the one that gave him the most to think upon and work on about himself. Every comment she made was in favour of preparing him for the world, even if it was delivered harshly, or made him feel worse in a moment where he could have used some support. He does know that maybe if he didn't seem so self-sufficient, or independent, he could have garnered more attention from them. But that was never his goal. He didn't want to earn their approval, he just wanted to succeed, and he would do it on his own terms. If he'd wanted their attention, he would have just gotten more useless heartbreak and probably the barest amount of attention more for a whole lot of extra effort.
K A T E L Y N S O N G
"Ah yes. Kate. She's a little excitable but she's a hard worker. I think she'll go far in the world."
Daniel remembered the day he'd found Kate. It had been a fortnight since he was made junior partner, and he was still buzzing about it. He'd wandered into the courtroom, intending to speak to the opposing lawyer, and had caught the end of her argument. She'd been passionate about the case, clearly just starting out from the still evident sparkle in her eyes, and she'd lain out a good proposal, with research all well done. But it wasn't going to work. It was a clear flop, no matter how hard she could've tried. He let out a huff when he saw her crestfallen face, and endeavored to find her after he'd finished his work. Unfortunately, she'd fled the room, presumably to moan about how she was a terrible lawyer and how her career was completely over.
Unknown to many people, lawyers are as much drama queens as your next Hollywood star.
But she'd dropped off the radar. And it was only be chance that he found her the next week, sitting in a cafe and sipping an ice tea. He'd gotten his coffee, dropped into the seat opposite hers and held out his hand.
"My name's Daniel Carrington. I'm a junior partner at Jones & Chance, and I was wondering if you'd like to be employed as a paralegal." He'd paused for a second after their handshake before digging around in his pocket and handing her a business card.
"I've got to run, but if you'd like to help me put away criminals, give that number a call, would you?"
And the next day, he'd gotten a paralegal, and a damn good one at that.
R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"Oh, right. My try-hard younger brother."
Daniel didn't dislike Rowan. He thought that he had a good sense of ambition, and he set his own goals, two traits that he himself valued. He just didn't like how those two things were centered around their father. Every group that he joined in school, every choice he made seemed to be in favour of impressing their dad and he just couldn't understand why. They clashed a couple of times, Daniel sometimes arguing heatedly that instead of striving to be just like their father he should try and figure out the best thing for himself for once. They didn't have the best relationship, but Daniel does regret some of the things he said, and knows that he could have been more delicate addressing the situation.
G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"I mean, we both work in law enforcement. Just different methods."
Daniel will admit that he'd fallen under the category of 'thinks their older sibling is the best.' When he was a kid it had been awful, trailing after him like an overexcited puppy and seeing everything he did through rose-tinted glasses. It faded, as all things do, most noticeable after he'd figured out exactly what he wanted to do. Being 2 years younger then him, he hadn't heard most of the drama that had centered around his being bullied, but what he did know was that while he might've snuck away into his room and dealt with it silently by himself, Gabe actually fought back. That was something that Daniel would certainly never do, and he respected him for being brave enough to do so. He does email him occasionally, just to check up on how he's doing, and they see each other occasionally, since New York isn't really that far away from D.C
T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
Daniel thinks of their relationship as much of a 'I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine' kind of thing. They get together, he might help her out, they might just chat...it's pretty much alright until they have to spend more then about 1-2 hours together, which is about the time when they run out of small talk and recent events. Then tension can start to build. She's headstrong and opinionated, both qualities that he can respect, and that he has himself. But, they do have a couple of opinions that clash and arguing about them doesn't tend to end well. But he does love her and tries to take care of her as best he can.
M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
O L I V I A C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work."
- Colin Powell
Name
Katelyn Yuki Song
Nicknames
- Kate/Kat: Being the most obvious nicknames to pull from her name, Katelyn went through her middle school and high school going by any variation of Kate or Kat, and though most people seemed used to calling her that she has found it to be a rather boring and redundant pet name.
- Kiki: Given to her by her father. Katelyn loves the name Kiki and often allows her close friends and family members to refer to her as such.
- In professional environments, Katelyn requests that everyone refers to her by her full name.
- Kiki: Given to her by her father. Katelyn loves the name Kiki and often allows her close friends and family members to refer to her as such.
- In professional environments, Katelyn requests that everyone refers to her by her full name.
Age
30
Gender
Female
Occupation
Paralegal for Daniel Carrington
Residency
Manhattan, NYC
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Relationship Status
Single
Appearance
Standing at a mere 5'4" and weighing just over one hundred and twenty pounds, Kate isn't as imposing as she often wishes she could be. Delicate to a fault and with the grace of a goose she is prone to injuries due to her own clumsiness. Despite often nursing new bruises on her legs, though, Katelyn walks with a straight back and her head held high. Her face is usually kept hidden behind a veil of light make up, though even without the cover up the faintest sense of natural beauty can be seen. Katelyn is decently attractive, with narrow, dark eyes and small lips. Her face itself is heart-shaped and dainty, and it often curls cheerily with playful smiles.
Body wise she is thin and delicate. Though not much of an exerciser, Kat's vegetarian diet keeps her mostly healthy and fit. Due to her weak lungs, however, any extraneous activities can lead to an asthma attack or worse. Her skin, though easily tanned by most summer days, is currently a gentle white, clashing nicely with her dark hair and eyes. The stress of work can often be seen tugging at her face, and dark circles which are normally masked by plenty of concealer may sometimes be seen peeking out from behind her veil. Despite hating them, Katelyn is also the owner of a pair of snarky reading glasses, which she primarily wears while reading over case reports or working by herself.
Katelyn is a sucker for a good pair of shoes. She loves dressing up and looking pretty, going form an array of skirted suits to countless casual, darling little dresses. If not for her frugal nature her closet would be full of countless accessories and outfits.
Body wise she is thin and delicate. Though not much of an exerciser, Kat's vegetarian diet keeps her mostly healthy and fit. Due to her weak lungs, however, any extraneous activities can lead to an asthma attack or worse. Her skin, though easily tanned by most summer days, is currently a gentle white, clashing nicely with her dark hair and eyes. The stress of work can often be seen tugging at her face, and dark circles which are normally masked by plenty of concealer may sometimes be seen peeking out from behind her veil. Despite hating them, Katelyn is also the owner of a pair of snarky reading glasses, which she primarily wears while reading over case reports or working by herself.
Katelyn is a sucker for a good pair of shoes. She loves dressing up and looking pretty, going form an array of skirted suits to countless casual, darling little dresses. If not for her frugal nature her closet would be full of countless accessories and outfits.
"Mother always says: 'If you wanna make it big then you gotta work hard'!"
Personality
Katelyn may be the exact opposite of what most lawyer's are meant to be. While the stereotypical lawyer may be stoic and blood-thirsty, Kate is very much a kind and cheerful soul. Though a burning wish for justice can often be seen in her very vivid expressions, Katelyn considers herself to be a polite and quiet woman, and takes pride in being as courteous and kind as she can possibly be. However, despite her wish to keep things pleasant, Kate will gladly change face to stay afloat in the court room. When pressured or when she feels as though people are not taking her seriously Kate will become something akin to a demon. Her words become biting and cold, and she may even gain a robotic tone just to get her point across. She is an intelligent, quick-talking woman, and those who do not take her seriously are often in danger of receiving one of her killer glares.
Having to put on her stoic front, though, can drain Katelyn mentally, and often times it leaves her feeling kind of depressed or tired. And a tired Katelyn is not a very happy one. She loves to work and often goes days without real rest due to her wish to just continue working. Those who are acquainted with her often complain about how she puts work before everything else, and they are often too correct. Katelyn has been working hard to achieve her potential since she was small, and she has not even thought about slowing down yet. To Kate, if she is without work or if she is not doing work, then she is merely wasting time.
In social situations with new people, Katelyn is often times quiet and a bit shy. She will cling to those she knows well and may stammer or stutter when spoken to casually. While polite, Kat can also be a bit naive and blunt when speaking to those she barely knows. Despite this, Katelyn is very skilled at reading the mood of a situation, and as such she knows when to keep quiet or speak her mind. When it comes to her friends and family she is loving and a bit playful, often coming across as a puppy who just wants to be praised. Though she is mostly seen smiling, Kat is quick to cry in sad or emotional situations, and due to this she is called a crybaby by many of her closer colleagues. When comfortable around people in a casual situation she may appear to be a bit childish or air-headed, but behind that grinning face is a woman who is willing to fight to prove her point.
Having to put on her stoic front, though, can drain Katelyn mentally, and often times it leaves her feeling kind of depressed or tired. And a tired Katelyn is not a very happy one. She loves to work and often goes days without real rest due to her wish to just continue working. Those who are acquainted with her often complain about how she puts work before everything else, and they are often too correct. Katelyn has been working hard to achieve her potential since she was small, and she has not even thought about slowing down yet. To Kate, if she is without work or if she is not doing work, then she is merely wasting time.
In social situations with new people, Katelyn is often times quiet and a bit shy. She will cling to those she knows well and may stammer or stutter when spoken to casually. While polite, Kat can also be a bit naive and blunt when speaking to those she barely knows. Despite this, Katelyn is very skilled at reading the mood of a situation, and as such she knows when to keep quiet or speak her mind. When it comes to her friends and family she is loving and a bit playful, often coming across as a puppy who just wants to be praised. Though she is mostly seen smiling, Kat is quick to cry in sad or emotional situations, and due to this she is called a crybaby by many of her closer colleagues. When comfortable around people in a casual situation she may appear to be a bit childish or air-headed, but behind that grinning face is a woman who is willing to fight to prove her point.
Likes
- Sweets, mostly hard candies
- Animals of all kind
- Reading, especially romance novels and mysteries
- Winter
- Herbal teas
- Proving her point
Dislikes
- Coffee, anything bitter really
- Flying insects and spiders
- Meat
- The ocean
- Being told she is worthless/lazy
- Being told she is wrong
Strengths
- Intelligent
- Productive
- Kind
Weaknesses
- Clumsy
- Stubborn
- Shy
Fears
| Failure | Being Lost | Flying insects | Drowning | Wide Open Spaces |
"What's that? I'm wrong? You must have miscalculated somewhere, cause I definitely am not!"
History
Born to a poor Japanese and Chinese couple, Kate grew up in the cheery city of New York. Her mother was a strict, caring woman, and was often out of the house working. Watching her mother work so hard as she grew older was rather inspiring to the young Katelyn, who at a young age was already working hard to be the best in her class. Her father, who often took off from his own job to care for Kate, spent most of his days helping her study or playing around with her. Though the family was often separated due to work, they always tried to find time for each other, thus resulting in a healthy, loving family relationship.
In middle school and high school, Kat was known far and wide for being a top student. Due to her extreme measures of studying and working however, she had a meager social standing and often skipped out on events just to stay in and cram. Despite these odds, however, she did manage to make a few pals here and there. Her love for acing was only dwarfed by her love for her friends, and as such she would often take a day or two off of her intense work schedule to maintain her minimal relationships. This pattern continued on during her college life.
After graduating from Harvard, Kate went on to find herself hired by a desperate couple in need of her help. The case, however, seemed to be lost from the very start, and Katelyn ended up losing her first big job. Devastated by the circumstances, she experienced a brief depression and then went on to have trouble find work. With no where else to turn and losing time and money, the young Katelyn Song turned to interning and acting as an associate to pay off her debts and hopefully gain back what little face she had. Eventually, Kate stumbled upon Daniel Carrington, and once he hired her to be his paralegal the rest was history.
In middle school and high school, Kat was known far and wide for being a top student. Due to her extreme measures of studying and working however, she had a meager social standing and often skipped out on events just to stay in and cram. Despite these odds, however, she did manage to make a few pals here and there. Her love for acing was only dwarfed by her love for her friends, and as such she would often take a day or two off of her intense work schedule to maintain her minimal relationships. This pattern continued on during her college life.
After graduating from Harvard, Kate went on to find herself hired by a desperate couple in need of her help. The case, however, seemed to be lost from the very start, and Katelyn ended up losing her first big job. Devastated by the circumstances, she experienced a brief depression and then went on to have trouble find work. With no where else to turn and losing time and money, the young Katelyn Song turned to interning and acting as an associate to pay off her debts and hopefully gain back what little face she had. Eventually, Kate stumbled upon Daniel Carrington, and once he hired her to be his paralegal the rest was history.
Education
Katelyn, after working her butt off in high school, managed to get into Harvard with a slight scholarship. Though obviously it wouldn't pay for her whole experience, she took up the offer and managed to graduate with a LL.B. degree (Bachelor of Laws). However, after graduating Katelyn found it hard to start up her own law firm, and has instead turned to working as an associate or paralegal for many different firms in an effort to both pay off her student loans and gain a name in the business of Law.
Favorite memory
Getting into Harvard and graduating from Harvard might be one of Katelyn's favorite memories. The feeling of joy and relief she had felt is something she has yet to forget.
Least favorite memory
Losing her first case. She feels as though this act was enough to tarnish her name in the world of law for good.
"I've never been out of the States before!"
Birthday
April 13th, 1985
Astrological Sign
Pisces
Social Media
KiKiKat - Instagram
KSong0413 - Twitter
Katelyn Song - Facebook
KSong0413 - Twitter
Katelyn Song - Facebook
Holiday Song
"How can I stop when I'm so close to my goal?"
"I really can't understand this family! Everyone is so cold to each other!
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"This is the CEO of TriV? I was expecting some ragged old man, but honestly, he looks pretty good."
Another night spent reading the tabloids at 7Eleven, huh? Katelyn flipped through the pages of the trashy magazine, her eyes reading each line with only the slightest amount of interest. Honestly, she wasn't that big of a fan of the stupid celebrity news held within the thin paper slips, but her tea was still too warm to drink and it was absolutely frigid outside. And so, to kill some time, Kate read the slimy backwash of some poor journalist's pen. Eventually her eyes reached an article that didn't seem so biased, a small blurb from an interview with Reginald Carrington.
"Huh, a big time CEO? Looks rich... Wait, I know this name..."
Flipping through the rest of the piece, though was ultimately left with a few questions on saving power and nothing on his personal life. Kate, however curious she had been, soon placed the tabloid back down and turned to leave. She could ask if Dan was to related the older man tomorrow, but as of right now Reginald Carrington was just another money-grubbing CEO in her mind.
C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
"I see her on TV sometimes, apparently she's the other guy's wife and also seems to run TriV. Huh, well, work it girl!"
The magazines at Kate's local hair salon were always up to date and full of beauty tips and random interviews. Katelyn, though short on cash for the month, had decided to get her hair done, and while waiting for the do to dry she turned to the thin pamphlets. Once again, disinterest could be seen clear on her face as she flipped through the sex tips and celebrity body backlashes. It was all the same stuff, until she turned to the eigth page. Within the shiny paper was an article, focusing on a TV special featuring the lovely Cassiopeia Carrington.
"Carrington again, huh? I'm assuming Dan is relate but..."
Kate flipped through the article carefully, taking in every detail she could, trying to decipher why her partner had never mentioned the woman before. Soon, her eyes fell onto a phrase that she never really understood.
'Hands off parenting'.
D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"God bless Mr. Daniel Carrington, really! He gave me a job, and he's one of the best people I've ever worked with. Plus, he doesn't mind that I spend most of my life neck deep in papers and law books!"
Katelyn often found herself alone in coffee shops. It wasn't so bad, but seeing all the couples or groups of friend crowding around the other tables often made her feel a bit lonely. Then again, she was already feeling a bit down in the dumps after her failure a few days earlier. She sipped her iced tea wistfully, eyes scanning the cafe with their usual observant way, until a stranger deliberately sat next to her. Slightly perturbed, she glanced towards the man with narrowed eyes, but as soon as she did he held out his hand and quickly said;
"My name's Daniel Carrington. I'm a junior partner at Jones & Chance, and I was wondering if you'd like to be employed as a paralegal."
Of course, Kat was a bit stunned by his proposal, and while she tried to form a correct response in her mind Dan passed over his business card. And then, with a brief nod and a half smile, he was gone. Katelyn glanced over the card curiously, and then a wide grin filled her face. Later that night, she gave him a call and, of course, the rest was history.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
- Antonio Porchia
Name
Samantha Rose Carrington
Nicknames
- Sam/Sammy: Her usual nicknames. Close friends and family normally call her Sammy.
Age
42
Gender
Female
Occupation
Studio Artist and Gallery Owner
Residency
Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, NYC
Sexual Orientation
Homosexual
Relationship Status
It's Complicated
Appearance
Samantha is a natural beauty, easy as that. Her posture is tall, straight, and her head is often held high with an odd confidence that always seems to exude from her. She is normally made up when out and about, carrying around a heavy air of expensive perfume and hair products, and her face is painted with extreme care. Even without makeup, however, Sam remains a nice face to look at, with high cheek bones and full lips. She has inherited her parents' green eyes, which seem to gleam coldly out into nothingness, and her hair is constantly changing in length and color, though as of now it reaches down to her shoulder blades and gleams with a dark brown hue.
Sam stands at about 5'7" and weighs a mere one-hundred and twenty-five pounds due to lack of eating. She is skin and bones really, but normally her flesh is hidden beneath expensive-looking layers and fur coats. Thanks to her well-paying job, Sam takes liberty in buying the most expensive fashions on the market. The outfits barely last long, however, as she often ruins them while drunk or high. There are times, when she is without makeup, that Sam looks especially worn or sickly, but due to her constant fussing over her appearance it is a rare sight to see.
Sam stands at about 5'7" and weighs a mere one-hundred and twenty-five pounds due to lack of eating. She is skin and bones really, but normally her flesh is hidden beneath expensive-looking layers and fur coats. Thanks to her well-paying job, Sam takes liberty in buying the most expensive fashions on the market. The outfits barely last long, however, as she often ruins them while drunk or high. There are times, when she is without makeup, that Sam looks especially worn or sickly, but due to her constant fussing over her appearance it is a rare sight to see.
"Mommy's little disaster."
Personality
Stubborn, angry, and usually drunk. These are Sam's usual emotions, often times they can be seen burning in her green eyes or rolling off her lips in a variety of curses and complaints. Sam is a hot-blooded soul, one who usually does not take 'no, I/you can't' for an answer, and she constantly fights with those who have clashing views from her. As an artist, she is extremely watchful and careful, looking out for any beautiful structures and/or suspicious figures. This observant nature of her's is only dwarfed by her bullheaded wishes to stay in a constant state of euphoria. This happiness is gained by spending her nights awake, either dead drunk or ridiculously high. Such a cliche for artists, right? Sam definitely thinks so, she is most certain she is as cliche as an artist can come personally, but when it comes to her artwork she believes she is one-of-a-kind.
Her strokes are always clean and precise, her colors are always bright and sharp. When it comes to painting Sam is no pushover. She lives through her art, her tortures and her joys often come out onto the canvas in a variety of swirls or words or images. Usually, when she is working, Sam likes to remain totally sober, as it allows her creativity to flow and it pushes her mind to it's limit. Those who think it is wise to bother her during this time, however, may be met with harsh profanities and a bucket of paint being chucked in their general direction. Once Sam has started on a piece, she usually won't stop until she is sure she is finished. Most of her paintings take days to complete however, and due to these long working hours she usually doesn't get enough sleep or food unless someone is around to care for her.
Though it may be easy to tell through most of her paintings and generally nihilistic ways, Samantha is horribly depressed. Clinically diagnosed a few years back, she is still on antidepressant meds and usually she has a nurse come in every other week to check up on her. The doctors always tell her that her constant drinking and smoking are ways to fill whatever void she possessed, and Sam knew they were on the dot. She always feels empty or alone when sober, and to mask those feelings she drinks until she can't think. It is an unhealthy practice, but until Sam is able to feel like herself again she has no wish for stopping.
When around close friends or family members that don't despise her, Sam can be quite motherly and sweet in a party-animal kind of way. She is protective of those she deems worthy, and she has quite the soft spot for children and animals. To strangers she may appear obnoxious or nosy, and while she tries her best to not stare she always ends up allowing her eyes to follow beautiful people in the end.
Her strokes are always clean and precise, her colors are always bright and sharp. When it comes to painting Sam is no pushover. She lives through her art, her tortures and her joys often come out onto the canvas in a variety of swirls or words or images. Usually, when she is working, Sam likes to remain totally sober, as it allows her creativity to flow and it pushes her mind to it's limit. Those who think it is wise to bother her during this time, however, may be met with harsh profanities and a bucket of paint being chucked in their general direction. Once Sam has started on a piece, she usually won't stop until she is sure she is finished. Most of her paintings take days to complete however, and due to these long working hours she usually doesn't get enough sleep or food unless someone is around to care for her.
Though it may be easy to tell through most of her paintings and generally nihilistic ways, Samantha is horribly depressed. Clinically diagnosed a few years back, she is still on antidepressant meds and usually she has a nurse come in every other week to check up on her. The doctors always tell her that her constant drinking and smoking are ways to fill whatever void she possessed, and Sam knew they were on the dot. She always feels empty or alone when sober, and to mask those feelings she drinks until she can't think. It is an unhealthy practice, but until Sam is able to feel like herself again she has no wish for stopping.
When around close friends or family members that don't despise her, Sam can be quite motherly and sweet in a party-animal kind of way. She is protective of those she deems worthy, and she has quite the soft spot for children and animals. To strangers she may appear obnoxious or nosy, and while she tries her best to not stare she always ends up allowing her eyes to follow beautiful people in the end.
Likes
- Traditional Art
- Photography
- Bitter coffee
- Energy drinks
- Smoking
- Alcohol
- Clubs and bars
- Nighttime
Dislikes
- Tea
- Mathematics and sciences
- Sweets
- Authority
- Her three ex-spouses
- Being alone
- Being sober
- Mornings
Strengths
- Creative
- Fun-loving
- Vehement
Weaknesses
- Abrasive
- Depressed
- Hot-blooded
Fears
| Being alone | Being forgotten | Being empty | Losing her eyesight | Tight places |
"I should stop smoking? Don't fucking police me!"
History
Samantha Rose was the first born of the Carrington family, and the first mistake. Cassiopeia had hopes and dreams for the young girl when she was toddler, hopes and dreams that she would live healthily and have a wonderful life. Of course, though, Sam's mother wasn't exactly aware of how to grant her daughter this wish. Cassiopeia was without a mother's touch, and she often turned to books about parenting or asked workers at TriV to help her gain a footing on how to care for the young Sam. Ultimately, Cassiopeia had hoped her daughter would be the perfect heir for the family business, but something went wrong. Somewhere along the line, Samantha just... Broke.
In her teen years, Sam noticed that her parents were rarely home. They worked most days, leaving her alone in the house with only her mind to keep her company. She had been a rather sweet child back then, a social butterfly and a girl with an extreme craving for all kinds of art. She was turned off by all the business courses her mother suggested she take, and due to her failing marks in these classes she began to feel extreme pressure from her parents. Of course, the pressure had always been there, beyond the caring, busy smiles Sam saw. Her folks were hard-workers, the ideal business owners, but they wished for her to take over their company in her later years. And Sam, well, just couldn't see herself as a CEO. The very thought of it made her feel sick, and incredibly sad.
It was late in her sophomore year of high school where she first turned to sex and alcohol to forget her worries. She didn't come home that night, and the next morning when she pushed through the front doors she was met with reprimands and worried faces. When questioned where she had been, Sam told a straight lie and then vanished to her room for the rest of the day. This was the first crack, and the first time Sam had felt truly terrible for lying to her parents. Despite feeling bad, she continued to hang out with the wrong crowd, and each morning when she got home her lies continued to build and build. Her actions were later discovered during her junior year of high school. By this time, she had started failing most of her academic classes. Her parents caught sight of all the red marks, and while questioning their daughter her illegal actions came to light. Sam was grounded for a whole year, restricted from seeing her "friends" and basically placed under house arrest unless she was in school. During this time, Sam became withdrawn from her parents, and she started focusing a lot of her attention on art, mostly the painting and drawing aspects of it.
These restriction just made Samantha wish to rebel more, and as her senior year rolled around she started skipping classes, focusing more on having fun then getting ready for college. The stress from her parents pushing just drove her to more outlets, until finally it was clear to them that she had no chance of pursuing their wishes. Barely passing her high school career, Sam's parents quickly asked what she wanted to do with her life, and Sam, finally, allowed her mind to be heard.
"I don't want to be your heiress! I'm not like you! I'll never be like you!"
The fight lasted a good three hours, and afterwards, still heated, Sam gathered all her valuable belonging and left.
She didn't cut her parents out of her life, no, she still loved them, and she blamed herself for being so foolishly driven to not follow their wishes. After she left home, Sam went looking for a place to stay, and she ended up becoming room mates with a woman named Jesse. During this stage of her life, Sam was nothing more than a starving artist, one who went out on the streets of New York selling her works. Her income was slow a bit varied, but her pieces usually were sold out by the end of the week. Jesse Valentine was her muse at the time, as well as her lover. It was a complicated romance, but it all worked out until Jesse was sent over seas for military work. Now, lonely as ever, Sam turned to other people to keep her warm, and she eventually met a man who seemed to cherish her. After a year of dating, Sam married the man at the age of twenty-five. Jesse came home a few months into the couple's marriage and, burning with rage, she left Sam behind to find work and a home else where. Sam was heartbroken by this, and she soon realized her husband was not all he turned out to be. She divorced him three years after their union due to abusive tendencies and realizing she really wasn't into men.
Sam took her new found free time to work towards her job. Her art became well known around New York city, and many of her pieces were auctioned to rich folks. Through these galleries and parties, Sam found her next lover. A young woman with an eye for sculptures. They married after a few months, and later divorced due to wanting different things. Sam, once again alone, spent most of her life inside, until Jesse returned from some desert town with her familiar warmth. They had a quick fling, one that last so briefly that Samantha often forgets it had happened.
She was given one year of peace from her hurricane of a love life, and in that year she auctioned many of her paintings, and even gained control of a friend's gallery. Her paintings and many of her acquaintances' hung within the white, selling for fair prices, and as Sam gained more footing in the art community she met her most recent divorcee. The woman was older, regal, and just seemed to over flow with confidence. They were married for three years, and later divorced on Sam's 39th birthday after having a wild fight. Another year of calmness (well, as calm as the depressed party-animal could be) came and went, and after a month of having no truly intimate friendships or relationships Sam concluded that she was simply someone who should live alone forever.
And then Jesse called. The two rekindled their old, old friendship, and they took turns visiting each other's homes during the next two years. Jesse, who was living in Arizona at the time, assumed they would simply fuck up their relationship again if they tried living together, so they settled with a strictly long-distance friendship... Until the letter came, that is. That night, Sam called up her dear friend and asked with a trembling voice;
"Can you please do this with me. I wouldn't be able to stand being with them alone."
In her teen years, Sam noticed that her parents were rarely home. They worked most days, leaving her alone in the house with only her mind to keep her company. She had been a rather sweet child back then, a social butterfly and a girl with an extreme craving for all kinds of art. She was turned off by all the business courses her mother suggested she take, and due to her failing marks in these classes she began to feel extreme pressure from her parents. Of course, the pressure had always been there, beyond the caring, busy smiles Sam saw. Her folks were hard-workers, the ideal business owners, but they wished for her to take over their company in her later years. And Sam, well, just couldn't see herself as a CEO. The very thought of it made her feel sick, and incredibly sad.
It was late in her sophomore year of high school where she first turned to sex and alcohol to forget her worries. She didn't come home that night, and the next morning when she pushed through the front doors she was met with reprimands and worried faces. When questioned where she had been, Sam told a straight lie and then vanished to her room for the rest of the day. This was the first crack, and the first time Sam had felt truly terrible for lying to her parents. Despite feeling bad, she continued to hang out with the wrong crowd, and each morning when she got home her lies continued to build and build. Her actions were later discovered during her junior year of high school. By this time, she had started failing most of her academic classes. Her parents caught sight of all the red marks, and while questioning their daughter her illegal actions came to light. Sam was grounded for a whole year, restricted from seeing her "friends" and basically placed under house arrest unless she was in school. During this time, Sam became withdrawn from her parents, and she started focusing a lot of her attention on art, mostly the painting and drawing aspects of it.
These restriction just made Samantha wish to rebel more, and as her senior year rolled around she started skipping classes, focusing more on having fun then getting ready for college. The stress from her parents pushing just drove her to more outlets, until finally it was clear to them that she had no chance of pursuing their wishes. Barely passing her high school career, Sam's parents quickly asked what she wanted to do with her life, and Sam, finally, allowed her mind to be heard.
"I don't want to be your heiress! I'm not like you! I'll never be like you!"
The fight lasted a good three hours, and afterwards, still heated, Sam gathered all her valuable belonging and left.
She didn't cut her parents out of her life, no, she still loved them, and she blamed herself for being so foolishly driven to not follow their wishes. After she left home, Sam went looking for a place to stay, and she ended up becoming room mates with a woman named Jesse. During this stage of her life, Sam was nothing more than a starving artist, one who went out on the streets of New York selling her works. Her income was slow a bit varied, but her pieces usually were sold out by the end of the week. Jesse Valentine was her muse at the time, as well as her lover. It was a complicated romance, but it all worked out until Jesse was sent over seas for military work. Now, lonely as ever, Sam turned to other people to keep her warm, and she eventually met a man who seemed to cherish her. After a year of dating, Sam married the man at the age of twenty-five. Jesse came home a few months into the couple's marriage and, burning with rage, she left Sam behind to find work and a home else where. Sam was heartbroken by this, and she soon realized her husband was not all he turned out to be. She divorced him three years after their union due to abusive tendencies and realizing she really wasn't into men.
Sam took her new found free time to work towards her job. Her art became well known around New York city, and many of her pieces were auctioned to rich folks. Through these galleries and parties, Sam found her next lover. A young woman with an eye for sculptures. They married after a few months, and later divorced due to wanting different things. Sam, once again alone, spent most of her life inside, until Jesse returned from some desert town with her familiar warmth. They had a quick fling, one that last so briefly that Samantha often forgets it had happened.
She was given one year of peace from her hurricane of a love life, and in that year she auctioned many of her paintings, and even gained control of a friend's gallery. Her paintings and many of her acquaintances' hung within the white, selling for fair prices, and as Sam gained more footing in the art community she met her most recent divorcee. The woman was older, regal, and just seemed to over flow with confidence. They were married for three years, and later divorced on Sam's 39th birthday after having a wild fight. Another year of calmness (well, as calm as the depressed party-animal could be) came and went, and after a month of having no truly intimate friendships or relationships Sam concluded that she was simply someone who should live alone forever.
And then Jesse called. The two rekindled their old, old friendship, and they took turns visiting each other's homes during the next two years. Jesse, who was living in Arizona at the time, assumed they would simply fuck up their relationship again if they tried living together, so they settled with a strictly long-distance friendship... Until the letter came, that is. That night, Sam called up her dear friend and asked with a trembling voice;
"Can you please do this with me. I wouldn't be able to stand being with them alone."
Education
Samantha barely graduated high school, and once she left home she went straight into her life as an artist. Though she was without a degree, her pieces were visually satisfying enough to attract critics and buyers, and thus her living was made through skill and a bit of luck.
Favorite memory
Waking up alone on the roof of her penthouse, staring up at the starless sky after blacking out from over drinking. The party that had been there hours before had dispersed and it was so quiet and so lonely. And in the sky above Sam swore she saw a shooting star, just beyond the city lights. This scene has appeared in many of her paintings.
Least favorite memory
Leaving her family behind after the big fight. It's left a mark on her, and she can't seem to forget about that night.
"I'm empty, but you don't care do you?"
Birthday
October 29th, 1973
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Social Media
SamCarrington - All
Holiday Song
"I can smile, see?"
"Maybe I should have tried harder, ya know? To fix all the shit I did."
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
"He was like mom. He pushed me to be something I wasn't but... I'm certain it was all my fault. He deserves an apology, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to give one."
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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
I wish I wasn't so stubborn, if I was a bit more lax I would be able to easily tell her I'm sorry."
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J E S S E V A L E N T I N E
"She's my muse, my best friend, my love... It's been a complicated few years, but she's remained faithful while I haven't. I adore her, though sometimes she can become as stubborn as me!"
G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
"I didn't mean too leave you Gabby, it's all my fault isn't it?"
D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
""He's a lawyer now, huh? He had the most awful stutter back in the day... People really can change."
R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
"He visits me often, and gladly doesn't hold a grudge against me like Gabby does. I assume he only comes to see me because of my parties, however."
T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
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L I V C A R R I N G T O N
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A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
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M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
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C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
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Richard Davis
“Life is a lot like jazz... it's best when you improvise.”
- George Gershwin
Name
Richard Alexander Davis
Nicknames
Rich
Age
29
Gender
Male
Occupation
Majority Shareholder & CEO of Davis Enterprises
Entrepreneur
Business Investor
Entrepreneur
Business Investor
Residency
Penthouse | Manhattan, New York Ciy, NY
Family Estate | Long Island, New York City, NY
Family Estate | Long Island, New York City, NY
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Taken* Richard will state clearly that it is a “complicated” open relationship.
Appearance
Richard Davis strikes many as a striking young man, a fact that presumes he is appealing to many— if his “resume” of former girlfriends and flings have anything to say it is that this is generally true. Richard sets in at about 5’8” and due to a fast metabolism has little issue with his physique, a fact that is only accented by his own fitness regiments that have developed his muscles. Richard is well groomed, though even when he isn’t it seems to not do anything against his favor. In recent years he has kept a small beard over past clean-shaven appearances and his hair itself is generally cut short. As for clothing, Rich prefers to wear higher end material but isn’t too prissy about clothes— as long as he has a buttoned shirt, casual wear, and occasionally a suit & tie to accent his expensive watch he doesn’t care too much.
“There are two things that are important in this world— and you’re looking at one of them.”
Personality
Richard has grown up his entire life in the shadow of his wealthy parents, a fact that has defined his personality. Growing up the son of a wealthy real estate mogul and a successful corporate lawyer, there were “standards” to keep within the Davis legacy— something that Richard would grow to tolerate despite his discontentment with. Though he tolerated these expectations later on, he did not start as such— having vibrant arguments with his parents over his lack of freedom and choice. But if it was just independence that Richard exhibited he would be far less toxic in reality; his upbringing fundamentally creating a myriad of personality flaws that are unpleasant in nature. This includes a fiery temper that comes out frighteningly violent— created from his father’s insistence on harsh discipline during Richard’s childhood. The son becomes the father, as it is said.
Both of Richard’s parents tried to instill conservative and religious values in him at a young age; a concept that just didn’t take. Richard has found himself in opposite company of that intent calling himself an agnostic atheist and not really caring about politics in general. A fact that would frustrate his deeply religious father and card carrying Republican Party mother— thus drawing more lines in the sand between parent and child. Despite these differences his parents still realized that Richard was quite intelligent; doing exceptionally well in the classroom despite not even trying— a fact that would only amaze them as he grew more and more independent with age. But his “natural” intelligence was not an excuse for Richard’s behaviors out of the classroom; a fact that Alexander Davis was not willing to allow going on in his household.
If anything can be classified as the most significant trait learned in his childhood for Richard it would probably be the significance and power of wealth. It became so ingrained in Richard’s mind that he found himself obsessed with money and began to inflate its value in his mind. If he was wealthy, independent, and smart he could do anything and he’d never feel so alone in the world. This extended to a tendency towards self-centered narcissism and opportunistic traits that became buried under his ability to charm, intrigue, and trick others— including women. Women became a relief for Richard, inflating his ego due to his striking appearance and thus only making his bad personality traits worse off. As he believes he is the only thing that is important he values the opinions of others lowly which results into a condescending attitude at times; though many don’t realize it due to his clever wording that he had just insulted them.
Both of Richard’s parents tried to instill conservative and religious values in him at a young age; a concept that just didn’t take. Richard has found himself in opposite company of that intent calling himself an agnostic atheist and not really caring about politics in general. A fact that would frustrate his deeply religious father and card carrying Republican Party mother— thus drawing more lines in the sand between parent and child. Despite these differences his parents still realized that Richard was quite intelligent; doing exceptionally well in the classroom despite not even trying— a fact that would only amaze them as he grew more and more independent with age. But his “natural” intelligence was not an excuse for Richard’s behaviors out of the classroom; a fact that Alexander Davis was not willing to allow going on in his household.
If anything can be classified as the most significant trait learned in his childhood for Richard it would probably be the significance and power of wealth. It became so ingrained in Richard’s mind that he found himself obsessed with money and began to inflate its value in his mind. If he was wealthy, independent, and smart he could do anything and he’d never feel so alone in the world. This extended to a tendency towards self-centered narcissism and opportunistic traits that became buried under his ability to charm, intrigue, and trick others— including women. Women became a relief for Richard, inflating his ego due to his striking appearance and thus only making his bad personality traits worse off. As he believes he is the only thing that is important he values the opinions of others lowly which results into a condescending attitude at times; though many don’t realize it due to his clever wording that he had just insulted them.
Likes
- Himself
- “High Art”
- Independence
- Money
Dislikes
- Elitism
- Interruptions
- Politics
- Religion
Strengths
- Intelligent
- Clever
- Creative
- Charming
Weaknesses
- Condescending
- Self-Absorbed
- Greedy
- Wroth
Fears
- Losing Everything
- Being Unintelligent
“You never really know what power feels like until you have the ability to swim in a pool full of money. It’s a wonderful thing.”
History
Richard Davis is one of several children from the union of Alexander Davis and Janet Schultz; the others being his sisters. As the only son, Alexander had many expectations for Richard as an “heir” and as a son; a fact that was evident by his parenting decisions throughout Richard’s life. The lessons didn’t turn out to be favorable results as Alexander Davis would learn; his and his wife’s grooming of their son resulting in much often the opposite result of what they wanted. Perhaps it was their lack of true care for setting him straight or an early desire for independence for why it failed, but regardless Richard took his talent for academics and began to try to path out his own way of life whilst he began to carefully navigate his parent’s expectations by high school as his financial aspirations grew more and more. He graduated at sixteen, and was featured a few times online for his escapades— escapades his parents eagerly silenced with their wealth and influence.
He set for Purdue initially, though his goals of fooling his father’s standards with an ivy league degree came later when he continued his academic pursuits at Stanford. Whilst he did just that, he also caught the eye of a young girl bearing the family name of Carrington; a family he was quite familiar with in reputation despite his father and mother consorting in different upper class circles. He found her interesting and perhaps one of the few he could relate to; he also found her attraction towards him as another way to fellate his ego. After Stanford he looked forward to “meeting” his family’s standards as well as moving forward with his own financial interests with a career as an “business investor and entrepreneur”.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to join his father’s Real Estate empire, but eventually relented as his father assigned him a position under his own as Executive Vice President; an odd move that was criticized by others in the company but was written off. Months later, on a business trip to Germany tragedy struck his family— his father had perished in an incident in Berlin. Even more shocking (and ego-fellating) was that his father had left the majority of his shares to Richard as well as a lot of his financial fortune.
He has since become one of the youngest CEO's and billionaires in the United States.
Life seems pretty good… even with a pregnant girlfriend.
He set for Purdue initially, though his goals of fooling his father’s standards with an ivy league degree came later when he continued his academic pursuits at Stanford. Whilst he did just that, he also caught the eye of a young girl bearing the family name of Carrington; a family he was quite familiar with in reputation despite his father and mother consorting in different upper class circles. He found her interesting and perhaps one of the few he could relate to; he also found her attraction towards him as another way to fellate his ego. After Stanford he looked forward to “meeting” his family’s standards as well as moving forward with his own financial interests with a career as an “business investor and entrepreneur”.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to join his father’s Real Estate empire, but eventually relented as his father assigned him a position under his own as Executive Vice President; an odd move that was criticized by others in the company but was written off. Months later, on a business trip to Germany tragedy struck his family— his father had perished in an incident in Berlin. Even more shocking (and ego-fellating) was that his father had left the majority of his shares to Richard as well as a lot of his financial fortune.
He has since become one of the youngest CEO's and billionaires in the United States.
Life seems pretty good… even with a pregnant girlfriend.
Education
Purdue University
Stanford University
- B.S. | Economics
Stanford University
- M.A. | Business
Favorite memory
The news getting to him of his father’s death in a car accident whilst abroad. Whilst some children would abhor this memory, Richard relishes in it and laughs at how it makes out. He is thankful that the inheritance of his father’s fortune and company fell on him— something the Master’s Degree was good for.
Least favorite memory
His father’s threats against his well-being, and probably the threat to disown him from inheritance— a fact that without his sisters interference may have came to be.
“I grew up with the idea that if I didn’t meet my father’s standards I’d end up penniless. So I met them and now that isn’t a worry.”
Birthday
December 10th, 1986
Astrological Sign
Scorpio
Social Media
Facebook - Richard Davis
Twitter - @Cinemont
Twitter - @Cinemont
“Sometimes I go to sleep at night and I feel empty. Then I wake up and laugh, because I have everything… don’t I?”
R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N
“He reminds me of someone I never thought I would have to face again. The press have given me a way to get an impression and I don’t like it. I don’t want to meet a mirror image of my father. My father is dead.”
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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N
“I’ve seen it before— the calculated expectations, the stoic glare, the waves that come before the storm. How have I ended up dating a girl who has parents exactly like my own? Well, at least she isn’t a lawyer.”
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S A M A N T H A C A R R I N G T O N
“Just another lucky artist. No talent or skill, just luck.”
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G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“Don’t really know much about ‘Agent Carrington’. We’ll see.”
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D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N
“I was expected to go into Business or Law when I was barely out of high school. I have some respect for those who choose Law as a career; I didn’t ever have a taste for it.”
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R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N
“Being afraid of ambition is what leads to failure.”
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T A T I A N A C A R R I N G T O N
“I have no idea who this is.”
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O L I V E R C A R R I N G T O N
"What will your character say out loud about them? Write it here."
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O L I V I A C A R R I N G T O N
“She’s the kind of girl that I’d consider is worth marrying. Maybe. If she proves she deserves it.”
Richard Davis and Olivia Carrington have been in a relationship for a little over a year now, though it's been a bit complicated in recent months due to Olivia’s pregnancy. A pregnancy he’s tried to keep as obscure as possible and despite his lack of commitment to an exclusive relationship he knows very well how paparazzi and gossip columnists work given a few of his escapades as a teenager. Lining the pockets of “pseudo-journalists” has kept himself from receiving the ire of his mother’s wrath and most likely the Carrington’s themselves. He very much understand what kind of situation he is in and due to the issues in front of him he has begun to think what is the best move going forward— he’s got so much of his life left and he has to consider raising a child? Well, as much as raising a child constitutes to the upper class, perhaps. He’s pretty much decided to propose for engagement to Olivia privately before he meets her family, knowing full well what it’d be like to show up with a pregnant daughter with no ring on her finger.
That aside, Richard does feel a connection to Olivia Carrington beyond a simple attraction. This is probably due to their similar upbringing, intellectualism, and ambition. Her tolerance of him is also admirable to him given her weariness of their open relationship, her awareness of some of his personality flaws, and other factors. He feels like she’s an ideal partner not just for business but for romance— after all, if she can tolerate him at his worst then who could really be better for him? Lesser women have left him for less, and made him cynical towards relationships in general.
A V E R Y C A R R I N G T O N
“Soulmates is one of the worst pieces of American Literature I have ever read.”
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M A R I S O L C A R R I N G T O N
“Models are the bottom-feeding members of the upper class.”
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C H A R L E S C A R R I N G T O N
“He has a lot on his shoulders, I suppose. Similar to my youngest sister, Emily… sort of reminds me of her, too.”
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Janet Davis (ne. Schultz), 67 - Corporate Lawyer
Catherine Akerfeldt (ne. Davis), 35 - Child Psychologist
Nicole Davis, 32 - Corporate Lawyer
Richard Davis, 29 - CEO, Investor, and Entrepreneur
Cassandra Davis, 25 - Orchestral Musician
Hannah Davis, 21 - Student (Economics)
Emily Davis, 18 - Student (TBD)
Mother
Catherine Akerfeldt (ne. Davis), 35 - Child Psychologist
Sister
Nicole Davis, 32 - Corporate Lawyer
Sister
Richard Davis, 29 - CEO, Investor, and Entrepreneur
N/A
Cassandra Davis, 25 - Orchestral Musician
Sister
Hannah Davis, 21 - Student (Economics)
Sister
Emily Davis, 18 - Student (TBD)
Sister
Emmaline Mellier
"Emmie", October 2015, by Avery Carrington
Name
Emmaline Mellier
Nicknames
Emmie (since childhood)
Age
23
Gender
Female
Occupation
Graduate student, linguistic anthropology, Yale University, New Haven, CT
(plus, works in the library)
(plus, works in the library)
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
In a relationship with Avery Carrington
Appearance
In daytime, she's merely pretty, but in darkness, Emmaline is beautiful.
Looked on by sunlight, she could be considered less attractive: Very pale skin, sharp features, covered in freckles, with vibrant, curly red hair that flew from her head in all directions. She sometimes has it cut, or styled, and it remains that way for a few days, but eventually it always growslong again, like the tide going out.
But when Emmie's backlit by sunset, the sharpness softens. The paleness becomes a welcome contrast to the steadily dying light. Even when she's simply dressed, even when she wears no makeup, when her hair is up and messy and there are lines beneath her eyes, Emmie is still beautiful. It's something about the way she moves, maybe, or the way her expression wavers as her eyes search her surroundings. Not that she's bookish, exactly. Emmie would be equally at home in a bar, or at a party, so long as the light is low. The way she speaks, and moves, and laughs are all suited to the evening, to a time that isn't meant for work.
It's almost strange to see her serious, or focused, since her bearing still makes it seem as if she ought to be smiling. She isn't loud, or effervescent; rather, she comes across with a kind of quiet, steady friendliness, an unassertive charisma that makes you want to stick with her. She has a nice singing voice, a smooth alto, though she rarely ever uses it. Her speaking voice is low, but not harsh. She just doesn't reach the registers some girls could. She whispers a lot, working in a library, but she always knows when she's doing it. She'd never forget herself and greet somebody in a volume lower or higher than she means to.
When she can (so, when she isn't working, which is rarely, these days), Emmie dresses to flatter herself. She prefers vintage clothing, but she follows changes in style as readily as anyone. Certainly, she knows how to make herself attractive, when she has the time. Maybe she's a little bit vain, but never so much that it eclipses the other things she cares about. As with everything, she carries her beauty quietly, not
wanting or expecting that anyone else would want to care.
Looked on by sunlight, she could be considered less attractive: Very pale skin, sharp features, covered in freckles, with vibrant, curly red hair that flew from her head in all directions. She sometimes has it cut, or styled, and it remains that way for a few days, but eventually it always growslong again, like the tide going out.
But when Emmie's backlit by sunset, the sharpness softens. The paleness becomes a welcome contrast to the steadily dying light. Even when she's simply dressed, even when she wears no makeup, when her hair is up and messy and there are lines beneath her eyes, Emmie is still beautiful. It's something about the way she moves, maybe, or the way her expression wavers as her eyes search her surroundings. Not that she's bookish, exactly. Emmie would be equally at home in a bar, or at a party, so long as the light is low. The way she speaks, and moves, and laughs are all suited to the evening, to a time that isn't meant for work.
It's almost strange to see her serious, or focused, since her bearing still makes it seem as if she ought to be smiling. She isn't loud, or effervescent; rather, she comes across with a kind of quiet, steady friendliness, an unassertive charisma that makes you want to stick with her. She has a nice singing voice, a smooth alto, though she rarely ever uses it. Her speaking voice is low, but not harsh. She just doesn't reach the registers some girls could. She whispers a lot, working in a library, but she always knows when she's doing it. She'd never forget herself and greet somebody in a volume lower or higher than she means to.
When she can (so, when she isn't working, which is rarely, these days), Emmie dresses to flatter herself. She prefers vintage clothing, but she follows changes in style as readily as anyone. Certainly, she knows how to make herself attractive, when she has the time. Maybe she's a little bit vain, but never so much that it eclipses the other things she cares about. As with everything, she carries her beauty quietly, not
wanting or expecting that anyone else would want to care.
Personality
Emmie always seems okay. Even in her most painful, vulnerable moments, it looks like she's relaxed. She always has that easy smile, that light behind her eyes when she sees you. Only in her most absolutely pitiful, vulnerable moments, does she lose her pacificistic guise. It's hard to see under Emmie's surface, unless she wants you to.
This is not because Emmie is a bad person, or because she particularly enjoys being obsequious, or because she doesn't want people to get to know her. None of those things are really true. It's because Emmie doesn't trust that people who saw the inside would want to stay with her very long at all. The mind of Emmaline Mellier has the wry intellect and fierce dedication that one can see on the surface, true, but it also has layers of turmoil and uncertainty Emmie would rather remain hidden.
Though she was never hungry, or broke, or totally desolate (at least, until recently), Emmie's upbringing didn't instill in her a sense of confidence in the people around her. She grew up with the understanding that relationships between people tended to be about resources, and if you relied too heavily on somebody, eventually, you'd be too much in the red, too burdensome, and they'd abandon you. She knows she thinks this way, and she knows it's probably not true, and that conflict bothers her - but it isn't about logic. It's more ingrained then that.
The best way for her to survive, she figures, is to find somebody who's willing to care for her, and return that an order of magnitude of that devotion back to them. She's found that, at least, in Avery. She really, genuinely loves him - because he's smart, he's thoughtful, he's cute, but in no small part simply because of how he's been there for her over the time they've been dating. Emmie isn't sure where she would have ended up without him, but it wouldn't have been a good place. She doesn't show this dedication by doting on him, or fawning over him; what would be the point? Her ways are more subtle. It's knowing what he wants before he does. It's looking after his interests. It's making sure he's got what he needs, when he can't do that for himself. Over the past couple of years, Avery's grown to be one of the biggest parts of Emmie's life. If that isn't love, Emmie doesn't know what is.
Lucky for her, she's actually pretty happy about that.
Most of this isn't going to matter to you, a Carrington sibling (or parent, or close 'associate' of whatever kind), at least not at first. The determination and devotion doesn't come across until it has to; as she always has, Emmie fronts very well. The lengths she's willing to go for what she believes in will probably come as a surprise to you - until you get to know her better.
This is not because Emmie is a bad person, or because she particularly enjoys being obsequious, or because she doesn't want people to get to know her. None of those things are really true. It's because Emmie doesn't trust that people who saw the inside would want to stay with her very long at all. The mind of Emmaline Mellier has the wry intellect and fierce dedication that one can see on the surface, true, but it also has layers of turmoil and uncertainty Emmie would rather remain hidden.
Though she was never hungry, or broke, or totally desolate (at least, until recently), Emmie's upbringing didn't instill in her a sense of confidence in the people around her. She grew up with the understanding that relationships between people tended to be about resources, and if you relied too heavily on somebody, eventually, you'd be too much in the red, too burdensome, and they'd abandon you. She knows she thinks this way, and she knows it's probably not true, and that conflict bothers her - but it isn't about logic. It's more ingrained then that.
The best way for her to survive, she figures, is to find somebody who's willing to care for her, and return that an order of magnitude of that devotion back to them. She's found that, at least, in Avery. She really, genuinely loves him - because he's smart, he's thoughtful, he's cute, but in no small part simply because of how he's been there for her over the time they've been dating. Emmie isn't sure where she would have ended up without him, but it wouldn't have been a good place. She doesn't show this dedication by doting on him, or fawning over him; what would be the point? Her ways are more subtle. It's knowing what he wants before he does. It's looking after his interests. It's making sure he's got what he needs, when he can't do that for himself. Over the past couple of years, Avery's grown to be one of the biggest parts of Emmie's life. If that isn't love, Emmie doesn't know what is.
Lucky for her, she's actually pretty happy about that.
Most of this isn't going to matter to you, a Carrington sibling (or parent, or close 'associate' of whatever kind), at least not at first. The determination and devotion doesn't come across until it has to; as she always has, Emmie fronts very well. The lengths she's willing to go for what she believes in will probably come as a surprise to you - until you get to know her better.
Likes
- Avery
- Alt, punk, indie rock
- Those little tapioca pearl things
- Urban fantasy, graphic novels
Dislikes
- Sequels and reboots
- Feelings of unmitigated resentment
- The world being as it is, instead of how it ought to be
- Sardines
Strengths
- Determined
- Impassioned
- Attentive
- Personable
Weaknesses
- Self-deprecating
- Overzealous
- Uncompromising
- Self-righteous
Fears
- That she'll end up like her parents
- That she'll end up alone
- That she's weak
- That she's selfish
Misc
- Wears glasses or contacts
- Ambidextrous (cross-dominant)
- Preferred drink: Wine
- Preferred cocktail: Raspberry vodka tonic
- Favorite food: Pierogies (homemade)
- Favorite graphic novel: The Sandman
History
Emmie's parents, like so many others, never really got a long. The big difference between them and everybody else's families is that where one couple might have given up and divorced long ago, her parents always kept going. Emmie and her siblings (younger brother, older sister) never really understood why. Denial often reigned supreme in the Mellier household, to say nothing of passive-aggression: though her mother would rail against her father's long hours, she'd never complain once he was home. Though her father hated her mother's taste in food, clothes, books, and so on - everything, really - he never said a word about it. God help you if you brought the parents' disagreements up; nobody wanted things like that out in the open! It simply wasn't what one did.
When she was young, this state of affairs only bothered Emmie insofar as it concerned her. Family strife or no, she had a pretty decent childhood. She wasn't abused, or neglected; if there was one thing her parents actually agreed on somewhat, it was that they loved her. This state of affairs persisted until Emmaline became old enough to understand that the way her family behaved was far from universal. It was when she started to question the way things worked that trouble started.
At first, it was small things: She'd catch her mother in a hypocritical comment, or she'd remind her father of one of the many occasions or conversations he so often forgot. But over time, it got bigger, and Emmie became more and more convinced her family was an elaborate charade. Her parents, in turn, found her increasingly ungrateful - always arguing, sometimes spiteful, never showing them the friendly, lovely girl she was towards everybody else.
It got worse as Emmie got older. She grew farther from her siblings, too. They didn't want to see their parents splitting up. They were willing to sacrifice, in Emmie's words, sanity for harmony. (They called this phrasing melodramatic and unfair.) Emmie left to study at Yale, and that seemed like it would be the end of it. Confined to breaks and downtimes, she and her family could mostly stand each other. Well-off as they were, the Melliers didn't see a need for student loans. They funded Emmie's schooling directly; they'd done so for her sister, after all, so they had to treat her the same way, even if she didn't always deserve it.
Emmie's first two years of school were an incredible experience for her. She branched out. She learned things, met people. She joined a sorority. She might not have had all the answers - what was she going for, majoring in history, for one thing? - but there were enough facets and functions in her life that she didn't have to care. Near the start of her junior year, she met a boy at a party; Avery Carrington. They had one short interaction, as he was deciding to leave, up against the wall in a dimly lit back room, but Emmie was smitten. She knew next to nothing about him: She'd learned he was a photographer, a student, but that he was planning to stay in New Haven after he graduated, to work.
She didn't know about the money, or the family. She didn't know what it meant to be a Carrington. When she found out - which was only much later - she didn't really care. Avery, the person, was what mattered. Emmie was convinced from that first moment, but he wouldn't be so easily swayed. She found mutual friends, convinced them to set up a date. They met for coffee. She talked, he listened. On the second date, she made him be the one to make conversation. It was easier than he'd thought it would be. They kept going out.
They'd been dating for about three months when Emmie's familial luck ran out. A disastrous Thanksgiving ended with her practically outcast from the Mellier household. Even now, she hesitates to think on it, to go back over it in her head. She bottles it up, trying to ignore the things she said, the things her parents said. Trying to forget her father, cheating on her mother with a guest in their own house. Trying not to care that her mother, when confronted with this, had dismissed it. Had blamed her, Emmaline, for telling, for putting the truth first, for doing what she always did.
In her weakest moment, Emmaline had found her pity replaced with hatred, and she'd done and said things she couldn't take back. She'd returned to New Haven with nothing, all familial support withdrawn. No more tuition, no more board in the sorority house, nothing but her medicore scholarship and the return plane ticket. They'd have taken that, too, if they could have, but the reservation had been round-trip. In the days and weeks that followed, she wondered which of them were crueler: Her parents, for casting her out, or her, for believing them capable of doing it?
Her reserves - emotional and otherwise - were gone. She didn't bother with classes; why should she, when she wasn't going to make it back next semester? She took a job in the library, making minimum wage, but most days, she could barely get through it. Most days, she wanted to curl up and do nothing. She wasn't herself, and she didn't see a way back to that girl again. The determination that had always burned inside her was gone, it had packed up and moved out, she thought, and there was nothing to replace it.
The only constant was Avery. In a time where everything was changing, where nothing seemed stable or certain, he was always there. He didn't complain, he didn't turn away. He stayed. By the end of it, he was the only one. There were more painful nights and wasted days than Emmie cared to think about before she began to reemerge, but Avery got her through them all. She still didn't know about his family, the realities of his life, until he offered to pay for her tuition.
She tried to refuse, but he kept bringing it up - more specific, and more unrelenting than she'd ever seen to be about anything - until finally, she accepted. It was three semesters. It was a lot of money. He hardly seemed to notice. They moved in together. In time, Emmaline felt the determination and drive returning. She started to care again. He was there to help her do it.
For those weeks, Emmie decided, she was his. Not for the money, that had only come later, but for all of it. He deserved to be given the kind of support he'd shown her. He deserved somebody who loved him that much.
Maybe she was romanticizing it. Maybe she was wrong, in her memories of that time, or in her appraisal of him. She considered these things, but she didn't care. She'd take that risk. If even a fraction of how she felt about him came from what was real, it would be worth it.
They'd been dating for a year and a half when the Christmas invitation came. It seemed bizarre to her: This much effort for the whole family? But Avery said they had to go - he didn't seem to think this was an offer that could be refused. Emmaline didn't know what to expect, and she wasn't looking forward particularly to finding out. In her experience, nothing good had ever started with family.
When she was young, this state of affairs only bothered Emmie insofar as it concerned her. Family strife or no, she had a pretty decent childhood. She wasn't abused, or neglected; if there was one thing her parents actually agreed on somewhat, it was that they loved her. This state of affairs persisted until Emmaline became old enough to understand that the way her family behaved was far from universal. It was when she started to question the way things worked that trouble started.
At first, it was small things: She'd catch her mother in a hypocritical comment, or she'd remind her father of one of the many occasions or conversations he so often forgot. But over time, it got bigger, and Emmie became more and more convinced her family was an elaborate charade. Her parents, in turn, found her increasingly ungrateful - always arguing, sometimes spiteful, never showing them the friendly, lovely girl she was towards everybody else.
It got worse as Emmie got older. She grew farther from her siblings, too. They didn't want to see their parents splitting up. They were willing to sacrifice, in Emmie's words, sanity for harmony. (They called this phrasing melodramatic and unfair.) Emmie left to study at Yale, and that seemed like it would be the end of it. Confined to breaks and downtimes, she and her family could mostly stand each other. Well-off as they were, the Melliers didn't see a need for student loans. They funded Emmie's schooling directly; they'd done so for her sister, after all, so they had to treat her the same way, even if she didn't always deserve it.
Emmie's first two years of school were an incredible experience for her. She branched out. She learned things, met people. She joined a sorority. She might not have had all the answers - what was she going for, majoring in history, for one thing? - but there were enough facets and functions in her life that she didn't have to care. Near the start of her junior year, she met a boy at a party; Avery Carrington. They had one short interaction, as he was deciding to leave, up against the wall in a dimly lit back room, but Emmie was smitten. She knew next to nothing about him: She'd learned he was a photographer, a student, but that he was planning to stay in New Haven after he graduated, to work.
She didn't know about the money, or the family. She didn't know what it meant to be a Carrington. When she found out - which was only much later - she didn't really care. Avery, the person, was what mattered. Emmie was convinced from that first moment, but he wouldn't be so easily swayed. She found mutual friends, convinced them to set up a date. They met for coffee. She talked, he listened. On the second date, she made him be the one to make conversation. It was easier than he'd thought it would be. They kept going out.
They'd been dating for about three months when Emmie's familial luck ran out. A disastrous Thanksgiving ended with her practically outcast from the Mellier household. Even now, she hesitates to think on it, to go back over it in her head. She bottles it up, trying to ignore the things she said, the things her parents said. Trying to forget her father, cheating on her mother with a guest in their own house. Trying not to care that her mother, when confronted with this, had dismissed it. Had blamed her, Emmaline, for telling, for putting the truth first, for doing what she always did.
In her weakest moment, Emmaline had found her pity replaced with hatred, and she'd done and said things she couldn't take back. She'd returned to New Haven with nothing, all familial support withdrawn. No more tuition, no more board in the sorority house, nothing but her medicore scholarship and the return plane ticket. They'd have taken that, too, if they could have, but the reservation had been round-trip. In the days and weeks that followed, she wondered which of them were crueler: Her parents, for casting her out, or her, for believing them capable of doing it?
Her reserves - emotional and otherwise - were gone. She didn't bother with classes; why should she, when she wasn't going to make it back next semester? She took a job in the library, making minimum wage, but most days, she could barely get through it. Most days, she wanted to curl up and do nothing. She wasn't herself, and she didn't see a way back to that girl again. The determination that had always burned inside her was gone, it had packed up and moved out, she thought, and there was nothing to replace it.
The only constant was Avery. In a time where everything was changing, where nothing seemed stable or certain, he was always there. He didn't complain, he didn't turn away. He stayed. By the end of it, he was the only one. There were more painful nights and wasted days than Emmie cared to think about before she began to reemerge, but Avery got her through them all. She still didn't know about his family, the realities of his life, until he offered to pay for her tuition.
She tried to refuse, but he kept bringing it up - more specific, and more unrelenting than she'd ever seen to be about anything - until finally, she accepted. It was three semesters. It was a lot of money. He hardly seemed to notice. They moved in together. In time, Emmaline felt the determination and drive returning. She started to care again. He was there to help her do it.
For those weeks, Emmie decided, she was his. Not for the money, that had only come later, but for all of it. He deserved to be given the kind of support he'd shown her. He deserved somebody who loved him that much.
Maybe she was romanticizing it. Maybe she was wrong, in her memories of that time, or in her appraisal of him. She considered these things, but she didn't care. She'd take that risk. If even a fraction of how she felt about him came from what was real, it would be worth it.
They'd been dating for a year and a half when the Christmas invitation came. It seemed bizarre to her: This much effort for the whole family? But Avery said they had to go - he didn't seem to think this was an offer that could be refused. Emmaline didn't know what to expect, and she wasn't looking forward particularly to finding out. In her experience, nothing good had ever started with family.
Education
High School - Caroline Edwins High School, Hopkins, Indiana
Undergraduate - B. A., History, minor in Linguistics, Yale University
Undergraduate - B. A., History, minor in Linguistics, Yale University
A Memory
The floor was hardwood, and the room was empty. Emmie sat in the middle, against the front window, and stared out over the rainy street. Their new apartment was spacious, and surprisingly cheap, not that Avery cared. That was probably because it was over a barbershop, on a busy, three-way street corner. The building was old, but well-maintained, and even unfurnished their new home was gorgeous. The floorboards were straight and polished, the walls smooth and clean. It didn't feel like a home, yet, but it certainly semed like a place that could become one.
Emmie ought to have been happy, she thought. Dayenu, surely it was enough. But she could hear her father's voice in those words, a prayer from a faith she'd never held. It was funny (sad-funny) how many little memories there were. So much of her life was tied to her family; reminders of them snaked into every facet of her day. She'd walk down the street, and see their faces reflected in store windows. She'd go to the grocery store, and hear her mother, cautioning this or that. Everything she did reminded her of them just a little, suffocating her with a thousand paper-thin layers of cloth.
There were things in this place that reminded her of them - but at least there were only a few. Mostly, this place spoke to her of Avery. She'd thought he would like it, even before he'd seen it, because it was like him: in the middle of everything, but above it, in this case literally. A place to watch and observe, but not participate. She didn't know how fair a representation of him that was, but she liked it. It felt right.
Of course, he probably would have agreed to whichever apartment she'd most liked. He was always doing things like that. It worried her, a little, because she wanted to see him happy, but mostly she loved him for it.
She heard him come in, his new set of keys turning in the lock. The movers wouldn't be far behind him, coming with a truck full of their newly combined possessions. Emmie stood up, suddenly feeling a tad childish for sitting on the floor, brushing herself off. She wore only a thin white shirt (with a black bra underneath) and leggings. She'd washed her hair, but wore no other makeup. She only turned around once he was behind her, so that she could fold herself into his chest and reach up for a gentle kiss.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey," he said. He offered her a little half-smile, a sign she had learned to take as boding well.
"They'll be here soon?" Emmie asked.
"They said about twenty minutes," Avery said.
"Okay," Emmie said. She looked over at the window, and back down at the street. Avery was quiet. She used to be afraid of his quiet, his disinterest in idle conversation, but now she liked it. There was no judgment in his silence. "I was just watching the rain," she said. "Wanna sit with me?"
"Sure," Avery said. Emmie sat back down, and crossed her legs, and he went with her. She leaned back, pressing herself against him. He rubbed her shoulders gently. Together, they sat and stared and listened to the rain.
Emmie ought to have been happy, she thought. Dayenu, surely it was enough. But she could hear her father's voice in those words, a prayer from a faith she'd never held. It was funny (sad-funny) how many little memories there were. So much of her life was tied to her family; reminders of them snaked into every facet of her day. She'd walk down the street, and see their faces reflected in store windows. She'd go to the grocery store, and hear her mother, cautioning this or that. Everything she did reminded her of them just a little, suffocating her with a thousand paper-thin layers of cloth.
There were things in this place that reminded her of them - but at least there were only a few. Mostly, this place spoke to her of Avery. She'd thought he would like it, even before he'd seen it, because it was like him: in the middle of everything, but above it, in this case literally. A place to watch and observe, but not participate. She didn't know how fair a representation of him that was, but she liked it. It felt right.
Of course, he probably would have agreed to whichever apartment she'd most liked. He was always doing things like that. It worried her, a little, because she wanted to see him happy, but mostly she loved him for it.
She heard him come in, his new set of keys turning in the lock. The movers wouldn't be far behind him, coming with a truck full of their newly combined possessions. Emmie stood up, suddenly feeling a tad childish for sitting on the floor, brushing herself off. She wore only a thin white shirt (with a black bra underneath) and leggings. She'd washed her hair, but wore no other makeup. She only turned around once he was behind her, so that she could fold herself into his chest and reach up for a gentle kiss.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey," he said. He offered her a little half-smile, a sign she had learned to take as boding well.
"They'll be here soon?" Emmie asked.
"They said about twenty minutes," Avery said.
"Okay," Emmie said. She looked over at the window, and back down at the street. Avery was quiet. She used to be afraid of his quiet, his disinterest in idle conversation, but now she liked it. There was no judgment in his silence. "I was just watching the rain," she said. "Wanna sit with me?"
"Sure," Avery said. Emmie sat back down, and crossed her legs, and he went with her. She leaned back, pressing herself against him. He rubbed her shoulders gently. Together, they sat and stared and listened to the rain.
Birthday
14th of February, 1992
Social Media
Twitter - @ohemmaline - inactive since August 2013
Tumblr - ohemmaline dot tumblr dot com - active. Mostly art and litrary stuff.
No Facebook or Instagram account since August 2013.
Tumblr - ohemmaline dot tumblr dot com - active. Mostly art and litrary stuff.
No Facebook or Instagram account since August 2013.
Emmaline Mellier - Relationships
"I think love comes slowly. I mean, yeah, I saw Avery and I was like 'oh, he's cute, I'm gonna date him' - but that's just that. It's dating. You date lots of people, because they're cute, because you think you might like them. You don't fall in love with all those people. Love snuck up on me. I didn't know what it'd feel like until I felt it, but then, I knew exactly what it was.
Maybe that doesn't make any sense. I don't know how else to explain it. It's just this feeling... this unwillingness to let go. A need for them, and an acceptance of that need, like it's the most natural, normal thing in the world for me to want him, to be with him. I can't imagine being to be any other way."
"He sounds like a comic book villain. I mean, he seriously sounds too good to be true. Those things aren't contradictory! Not really. It's just hard to think of him as everything Avery says he is; not that Avery says much, but the man sounds impossible. I don't know what to think, so I'm just gonna go with 'evil overlord,' and I guess, try not to let it show? I'm not sure what else to do."
"Dragon lady. That's how I'd describe her. Like with his dad, it's all third party, but it just sounds like she's the executor of his evil plans. The Voice of Sauron. Honestly, I'm not looking forward to meeting either of them. Could just be normal 'meeting-the-boyfriend's-parents' nerves, but there's something more than that. It's the way he looks when he talks about her. Like he can't quite swallow what he's saying. I kinda hate it."
Since Emmie doesn't know any of the other characters yet, I'm leaving this section blank for most of them.
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KENNY LORENZO
“Everything is going wrong, but we're so happy..”
-The Wombats
Name
Keneisa Victoria Lorenzo
Nicknames
Kenny--derived from the first part of Keniesa.
Age
24
Gender
Female
Occupation
Employee at a little cafe.
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Relationship Status
Single and ready to tingle.
Appearance
Kenny is a big ball of surprise wrapped up in a petite body. Barely 5'4" on her toes, she has a small frame with a slightly curvy body. Her long brown hair reaches the mid of her back, and is often braided messily over her shoulder. Her eyes are her most notable feature. Not because of the color, as it's just a plain dark brown, but because of the ever present mischievous gleam glittering in them.
You'll never catch Kenny wearing any fancy clothes or dresses. So long as it's comfy, it's all that matters. More often than not, you'll find her in a large sweater, jeans, and a beanie. The fanciest accessory she owns is a dove shaped charm around her neck, which she never takes off. On her wrist is a small tattoo of a feather.
You'll never catch Kenny wearing any fancy clothes or dresses. So long as it's comfy, it's all that matters. More often than not, you'll find her in a large sweater, jeans, and a beanie. The fanciest accessory she owns is a dove shaped charm around her neck, which she never takes off. On her wrist is a small tattoo of a feather.
"You can't fight life. You'll lose in the end. Everyone does. It's better to just close your eyes and let it be."
Personality
Laidback and casual, Ken takes the seriousness in life and throws it out the window. Her adventurous nature, paired with her 'go with the flow' ideology, has led to some...interesting...situations to say the least. Kenny isn't afraid of making jokes about someone or something, even if it can hurt them. She loves making people laugh, and will go out of her way to get a smile. Her eagerness to please, paired with her generally lackadaisical attitude, makes befriending Kenny fairly easy.
Despite her casual outlook in life, Kenny is an emotional wreck inside. She's constantly afraid of being replaced and will often keep her personal life a secret, even to friends. She can get easily attached to people, making hr extremely easy to manipulate.
Despite her casual outlook in life, Kenny is an emotional wreck inside. She's constantly afraid of being replaced and will often keep her personal life a secret, even to friends. She can get easily attached to people, making hr extremely easy to manipulate.
Likes
- Reading
- Cracking bad jokes
- Hiking
- Being useful
Dislikes
- Being used
- Feeling helpless
- Being abandoned
- Crappy coffee
Strengths
- Can make one hell of a cup of joe.
- Able to speak both Spanish and English
- Funny
Weaknesses
- Easily manipulated
- Can get self-destructive when stressed
- Refuses to let anyone help her with her emotional issues.
Fears
Athazagoraphobia - Fear of being abandoned.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Thanatophobia - Fear of dying.
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure.
Thanatophobia - Fear of dying.
History
Being the youngest and only daughter in a family with five brothers, Kenny was regarded as the 'Princess' of the house. She was spoiled rotten, rarely getting into trouble. What she wanted, she got--a trait that carried on throughout the years until high school. During the first two years of highschool, Ken rose in popularity due to her outgoing confidence and humor. She would often get in trouble, but, per usual, she would get off scotch free. Life was good...
...at first.
Things began falling apart during senior year. For the past two years, Ken had been questioning her sexuality. She found less attraction to someone's gender, and more towards their personality. She kept these feelings hidden to all, save for her best friend, and later on girlfriend, Tanya. After a while, Kenny finally came to the conclusion that she was indeed pansexual. The problem now was how to come out to her family and friends.
For years, Kenny had trusted her parents with her deepest secrets. Lying to them wasn't an option, and she was sure they'd understand. One night, during dinner, Kenny finally confronted her parents about her sexuality. She expected open arms and welcoming smiles. Anything to assure her that she was still their daughter. To her horror, Ken was met with angry words and dismissals that this was 'just a phase'. A she kept insisting that she was pan, harsh words turned into bitter insults. Her parents, once her most trusted confidants, were now telling her that she was a shame to the family.
As the year wore on, Ken became more reclusive and quiet. Rarely did the once outgoing girl speak up, opting instead to delve into the sanctuary of books. She became less open and spent most of her time with Tanya. Things took a turn for the worst when Ken and Tanya fell into an argument. Feuled by rage, the latter snapped and called Ken clingy and annoying, and revealed that she bad been cheating on Ken for the past few months. The two broke up soon after and Ken fell into a deep depression that she never quite got over.
Once she graduated highschool, Kenny was more or less kicked out of her house. With what little money she had, she moved away to a small town and managed to get a job as a barista. After a few years, she received a call informing her if her great aunt's passing. Going more out of necessity than sentiment, she arrived at the airport, oblivious to journey ahead...
...at first.
Things began falling apart during senior year. For the past two years, Ken had been questioning her sexuality. She found less attraction to someone's gender, and more towards their personality. She kept these feelings hidden to all, save for her best friend, and later on girlfriend, Tanya. After a while, Kenny finally came to the conclusion that she was indeed pansexual. The problem now was how to come out to her family and friends.
For years, Kenny had trusted her parents with her deepest secrets. Lying to them wasn't an option, and she was sure they'd understand. One night, during dinner, Kenny finally confronted her parents about her sexuality. She expected open arms and welcoming smiles. Anything to assure her that she was still their daughter. To her horror, Ken was met with angry words and dismissals that this was 'just a phase'. A she kept insisting that she was pan, harsh words turned into bitter insults. Her parents, once her most trusted confidants, were now telling her that she was a shame to the family.
As the year wore on, Ken became more reclusive and quiet. Rarely did the once outgoing girl speak up, opting instead to delve into the sanctuary of books. She became less open and spent most of her time with Tanya. Things took a turn for the worst when Ken and Tanya fell into an argument. Feuled by rage, the latter snapped and called Ken clingy and annoying, and revealed that she bad been cheating on Ken for the past few months. The two broke up soon after and Ken fell into a deep depression that she never quite got over.
Once she graduated highschool, Kenny was more or less kicked out of her house. With what little money she had, she moved away to a small town and managed to get a job as a barista. After a few years, she received a call informing her if her great aunt's passing. Going more out of necessity than sentiment, she arrived at the airport, oblivious to journey ahead...
Education
Graduated highschool, but never went to college.
"I'm only the coolest person ever...in my dreams."
Birthday
August 5, 1991
Astrological Sign
Leo
Social Media
IG and Twitter: @Ken_u_dig_it
"You'd be surprised how much a little smile can hide."
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