alright, like it's labelled, the supporting cast is a WIP, along with their FCs. I just chose ones that were honestly not taken so may or may not change with what I come up with.

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▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎—𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝—𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝… 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢; 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 “𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝” 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝-𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖! 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙼𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 (𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜), 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝—𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 (𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎). 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢—𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Margot Rosalie Sterling never meant to become Cozy Rosie. It started, like so many things do, in the clutter of a childhood bedroom. While attending Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, she began streaming mostly as a way to fill the silence, broadcasting under the handle Cozy Rosie with no professional plans whatsoever. Her early content was the definition of low-stakes: long, meandering productivity streams where she’d tackle coursework, casual gameplay sessions with friends, and extended “just chatting” hours that felt more like a late-night phone call than a show. Growth was slow and steady, built on a feeling of genuine approachability, viewers tuning in just for company. That trajectory shifted during periods of heightened global uncertainty, like the 2019 pandemic, during which Cozy Rosie’s broadcasts circulated widely as calming or grounding content for most to enjoy. Viewer numbers increased sharply, accompanied by the rapid spread of clipped moments drawn from Margot’s offhand remarks and reactions. By the time she graduated, what had been a personal hobby had undeniably become a viable career. That’s when the professionals arrived—managers and agents stepping in to handle the opportunities suddenly flooding her inbox. As Cozy Rosie’s audience expanded, so too did the scope of her influence. Brand partnerships, sponsorships, and licensing agreements followed, eventually forming a broader commercial structure overseen by agents, managers, and legal counsel acting on Margot’s behalf. While she remains the public face of the platform, most operational and contractual decisions are handled at remove, with Margot’s role typically limited to review and approval rather than initiation. Naturally, her public communication began to change. With millions watching, her words carried new weight. Disclaimers became a regular feature, gently reminding viewers that her shared thoughts weren’t professional advice or blanket endorsements. She carefully emphasized the parasocial boundaries between creator and audience. These measures were widely seen as responsible, but they also signaled a quiet farewell to the unfiltered informality that had defined her early days. Observers noted a new caution in her live commentary, especially during sensitive cultural moments. She began relying more on prepared, considered statements rather than the real-time, stream-of-consciousness sharing that first built her community. While no single scandal forced this shift, the pattern suggested a learned response—a reaction to past audience boundary violations and a sobering awareness of the consequences that come with unfiltered visibility. By the end of 2025, "Cozy Rosie" had evolved into a recognizable lifestyle brand far beyond the streaming dashboard. Media profiles started to refer to Margot as a “digital tastemaker” or a “wellness influencer,” titles that came with invitations to exclusive industry galas and high-profile events. She found herself navigating rooms filled with cultural and financial elites, a world away from her childhood bedroom. Despite her continued emphasis on relatability, the sheer scale of her platform made the lines blurry. It was becoming harder than ever to distinguish between her personal intent, her massive influence, and the weight of responsibility that followed in their wake. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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COZY ROSIE I love it

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COZY ROSIE I love it

Ty ty <3 I sincerely meant at first to get this done over the weekend but once I started it was kinda hard to stop.

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Ty ty <3 I sincerely meant at first to get this done over the weekend but once I started it was kinda hard to stop.

This do be the best vibe

I have been lurking, and frankly I'm enjoying the characters that have been created so much that I figured I'd listen to Wraith and jump in. All I have left is to add some supporting cast, but I'll have that done by the end of the weekend.

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█ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ CHARLES MATTEO APONTE AGE 35 GENDER Male ETHNICITY/RACE Caucasian MARTIAL STATUS Single SEXUALITY Bisexual ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Charles Matteo Aponte was born between countries and temperaments, into a marriage that seemed, even in retrospect, improbably balanced. His mother, Elena Croft, was an American gifted cellist whose emotions lived close to the surface, who believed music was a moral language, a way of teaching the heart how to behave. His father, Lucien Aponte, was Swiss, a computer engineer devoted to systems, elegant logic, and the quiet comfort of precision. They met in Zurich while Elena studied abroad, two people speaking different dialects of devotion; hers loud and luminous, his restrained and exacting. Their love never burned theatrically, but it endured, and when Charles was born, they raised him carefully between New England summers filled with salt air and song, and Zurich winters shaped by glassy streets and disciplined silence. From his mother he learned how to listen for feeling beneath words, how sorrow could be disguised as humor, how admiration could be coaxed from strangers with the right cadence of voice. From his father he learned that order was power, that patience could outlast anger, that the most durable control was the kind no one noticed being exercised. Even as a child, Charles understood instinctively which parent to resemble at any given moment. He cried easily when his mother watched, clung to her skirts, absorbed her tenderness, but with his father he was still and observant, his questions sparse and exact, his attention sharp enough to be unsettling. Adults called him sweet, thoughtful, gentle. They never realized how often he was measuring them in return. His intellect emerged early but without spectacle. Charles did not announce answers, he waited to be asked. He did not correct classmates, he let them reach the conclusion themselves, then quietly confirmed it. By adolescence he was already practicing a careful choreography of humility, allowing others the comfort of competence while ensuring he remained indispensable. He skipped grades with apologetic smiles, graduated high school years early, and accepted attending Princeton with polite gratitude, as though opportunity were something he merely happened upon rather than something he had positioned himself to receive. At university he cultivated an image of calm brilliance, the soft-spoken prodigy who played cello late at night in empty practice rooms, who stayed behind to help classmates sort out their code, who never raised his voice even when others did. Profesors trusted him, peers confided in him. He learned that people revealed more when they felt unjudged, that secrets rose naturally in the presence of attentive silence. After graduation, he did not chase headlines. He chose obscurity, precision, and accumulation. He moved through several tech companies, improving infrastructures, solving failures no one else could untangle, never staying long enough to threaten those above him, always leaving behind the faint impression that things worked better after he had passed through. Managers described him as reliable, gracious, unusually mature. He sent money home. He called his mother every Sunday. He listened to his father speak about restraint, about how technology was a blade that cut both ways, about how the most dangerous men were not the loudest ones. Harvard’s fellowship program found him the way such institutions always did, quietly, reverently, as though brilliance were a natural resource that required stewardship. He immersed himself in behavioral modeling, predictive systems, machine learning architectures designed to anticipate human decisions before the mind itself had settled. He spoke often about ethics, about responsibility, about the importance of building tools that protected the vulnerable. His papers were elegant, his arguments persuasive, he asked questions that sounded like concern and functioned like reconnaissance. It was during this period that LUCENT first took shape, not as a corporation, but as a philosophy, that chaos was simply data insufficiently gathered, that morality was a variable influenced by environment, incentive, and fear, that people could be understood well enough to be guided without ever realizing they were being led. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ When Charles founded LUCENT at twenty-eight, the narrative wrote itself. The philanthropic prodigy. The half-European visionary. The quiet genius who quoted Rilke in interviews and funded youth orchestras in cities no investor could locate on a map. He spoke of privacy as sacred while designing systems that understood the precise geometry of its erosion, of connection as salvation while perfecting the architecture of observation. LUCENT grew with unnatural speed, not through spectacle but through absorption, threading itself into infrastructure, communication platforms, financial systems, and security networks until disentanglement became unthinkable. Every company he’d worked for in the past slowly folded into LUCENT, as if it were his plan all along. Charles remained, in public, unchanged by the ascent, gracious in interviews, reserved on stage, endlessly patient beneath the lights, always crediting his mother for his empathy and his father for his discipline, presenting himself as the fortunate convergence of art and logic, compassion and code. His name became linked with countless groundbreaking donations and side projects. Millions flowed into mental health initiatives designed to modernize crisis-response technologies, into digital literacy programs for rural communities, into refugee education platforms that provided classrooms to children who had no direct access to an education, into disaster relief infrastructure that promised food and shelter first and foremost. He framed these gifts not as charity but as responsibility, as though wealth were a temporary condition and stewardship the only moral posture it permitted. He spoke in the polished cadences of a man who had practiced sincerity until it became indistinguishable from instinct, threading ethics in AI, human-centered design, and the dream of a safer internet into speeches that sounded less like corporate addresses and more like benedictions. His interviews trended. His lectures went viral. Twice, committees spoke his name into the same sentence as the Nobel Peace Prize. Twice, journalists speculated about timelines, probabilities, inevitability. Charles responded with modest smiles, soft deflections, carefully worded statements about collective effort and unfinished work. He cultivated the impression of a man perpetually surprised by his own significance, as though success were something that happened around him rather than because of him. Both of his parents would have recognized the truth, if they had known how to name it. Elena would have seen how easily his kindness opened doors, how naturally people leaned toward him, how quickly admiration softened into trust. Lucien would have understood how deliberately he chose which doors remained closed, how every public vulnerability was measured, how every confession offered to him became another thread in a widening lattice of influence. Charles did not lose his gentleness as he rose. He refined it. He sharpened it into something precise enough to slip past defenses, persausive enough to gather loyalty, intimate enough to invite confession, and durable enough to rearrange entire lives without ever staining his hands. To those who know him only by reputation, he remains the rarest of men, a genius without arrogance, a billionaire without cruelty, a visionary without appetite for harm. To those who look closer, to the politicians he’s blackmailed, the whistleblowers he’s ensured were buried under lawsuits or character assassination, to the competitors he’s driven to to suicide via financial and social sabotage, he is something else entirely; a man who learned, very young, that control does not require force, only time, attention, and the discipline to be underestimated. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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TOM HIDDLESTON <3

I have a very rough draft of a character, but I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it by the application date. No hard feelings if miss it and you choose another applicant in my place :)

@Sleepy Tani, Charlie is over here about to win a Nobel Prize, and Elly’s biggest inspiration just got banned from the Ukraine. 🤣

I have a very rough draft of a character, but I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it by the application date. No hard feelings if miss it and you choose another applicant in my place :)

Provided you can get something even passable up this weekend I'm happy to give the old guard some leeway.

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TOM HIDDLESTON <3

I was talking with Qia about my character concept when the idea came to me 😂 it was also a great excuse to just looks at pictures of Tom Hiddleston in a suit.

@Sleepy Tani, Charlie is over here about to win a Nobel Prize, and Elly’s biggest inspiration just got banned from the Ukraine. 🤣

I really enjoyed reading Elly! Charlie has 100% read her books 😂

On that note, took a little longer than I'd planned but I've wrapped up the supporting cast and he's all good to go. 😄

Yea I didn't really think to mention it either cus figured it would be viewed again eventually but my supporting cast is finished as well.

And that means only this weekend to get sheets in ready for final roster announcement on Monday! Don't delay, apply today!

And that means only this weekend to get sheets in ready for final roster announcement on Monday! Don't delay, apply today!

Me at karaoke

And that means only this weekend to get sheets in ready for final roster announcement on Monday! Don't delay, apply today!

I am almost done with mine - gotta get those supporting cast bits in and then its himbo time, full speed ahead 👍

@Sleepy Tani, the plot thickens! There’s no way Elly doesn’t know who Charlie is. Her black Orthodox soul swoons with opportunity upon meeting him.

Hopefully, we both get chosen. I think they would have some good conversations. ☺️

My sheet is finished!

I'll probably still make changes to it lmao, anyway

Will take a look as well at the other sheets and have a good read of the characters 😎 Good job on them all so far.

>Be me
>Log onto the guild every so often to check for new RPs
>See new RP that seems interesting
>Deadline: Monday 26th Jan
>Panik

For real, though, this is an RP that looks super interesting to me. I'm as out of practice as I ever can be, but if I can whip something up over the weekend I'm hoping I can make it under the wire.

Alright, had a good read of the sheets - nice work everyone.

Hayden’s thoughts/likely interactions -

On Scarlett Wren
Hayden would like Scarlett, and be curious about her. He’d find both the differences and similarities amusing and bond with her over the reality TV experience, and likely still feel a bit out of his depth because of the scale of celebrity in the US compare to the UK.

On Jag
Hayden has absolutely been to Caliburn concerts and bought the t-shirts and definitely had a tune or two of theirs as a theme song to his fights. He’s going to fangirl.

On Bobby Rifo
Like with Jag, he’s a big music fan so would enjoy being around Bobby and would have been at a gig or two - certainly the big ones like Glasto. He’ll appreciate his political views too and like that’s he’s outspoken and passionate about his beliefs. He’ll respect him.

On Daisy Black
Hayden probably knows Daisy from podcasts, and likely saw her on Jimmy Fallon, but doesn’t know much about her beyond that. I don’t believe he would have seen her films. He would find her perspective interesting and would be keen to talk to her about her experiences. He’d find a similar thread with her in her humble beginnings and small town upbringing.

On Eleanor Hill
Look. He’s not a big reader. It's not his fault haha, he wouldn’t know her but would express a sincere interest in her work and probably promise to “check it out” but likely get a bit intimidated by the content. If she pressed and talked more about how her writing is about feminism he’s going to start talking about his mam and sisters, and the women in his family and how he’ll get them copies of the book too.

On Anna Svensson
Would find absolutely nothing in common with her and sit somewhere between feeling uncomfortable and intimidated by just… the vastness of the wealth and social status - very different upbringings and so he might not know a lot about her. He’d respect her philanthropy and ambitions with law if they talked. He might wonder to himself if he could win a match against Stromm. Actually yeah, he’d be more interested in being pals with Stromm.

On Charles Aponte
Wouldn’t know where to start. Again, a big divide in upbringings so he’d likely feel a bit small in his presence especially as Charles presents as highly-intelligent and cultured. Hayden definitely doesn’t know what LUCENT is but would show some genuine interest if they spoke. He would be interested in whether he could take Jonah out in the ring. (He thinks that yes he could, easily)

On Cozy Rosie
He won’t have seen her videos but would, again, be genuinely interested in what she has to say and promise to watch her streams. He’d probably ask her advice on wellness, and talk about his sisters who would enjoy her content.

I don’t believe he would have seen her films.

The audacity.

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The audacity.

No because I really had to think about this and proceeded to further find little bits of his personality.

"What kind of porn does my character like?" was not a question I expected to ask myself.

Favorite color? Sure.
Favorire porn? excuse me.

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No because I really had to think about this and proceeded to further find little bits of his personality.

"What kind of porn does my character like?" was not a question I expected to ask myself.

Well, there's no time like the present :)