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Pariah Online

Pendragon, The Reliable Knight

P E N D R A G O N
P E N D R A G O N

^{"In the face of evil, we all must stand tall."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Arthur Walsh Persona Pendragon Pathos Thyrein Role Tank Weapon of Choice Sword + Shield Domains Wind, Light, Protection, Enhancement Playstyle & Attitude -A knight in every sense of the word and abides by an honor code -A roleplayer that stays in character almost every time. Basically ignores any questions about out-of-game life -No quest is too small for him. Will accept any party invite but especially from lower-leveled players to help out however he can. -Honorable as a knight. Pendragon is courteous, shows manners and never disrespects anyone. Always takes the high road. A true lawful good player. ♫

A R T H U R W A L S H: E V R Y D A Y N O R M A L G U Y A R T H U R W A L S H: E V R Y D A Y N O R M A L G U Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Arthur Walsh is nobody special. He isn’t some enigma that people spend hours trying to figure out. He isn’t the center of attention at parties or family get-togethers. He’s not the guy you go to if you want to have a good time. Time spent with him wouldn’t be bad, but it wouldn’t be time well spent if you’re looking for a story to tell at the next office party. No, Arthur Walsh is just like any other guy in their mid-20s that works a 9-5. He’s smart but lacks the drive to achieve anything past what allows him to afford a comfortable life in a one-bedroom apartment. If you’re looking for a sob story about how Arthur was mistreated, you might be disappointed, which is not nothing new for Arthur. He’s been a walking disappointment to everyone in his life for just how unbearably average he is. He had above average grades in school which allowed him to go to a decent college and get a degree in business management, which allowed him a cubicle job at an accounting firm. His upbringing was an interesting spectacle. Where his parents were thriving in their fields, one of engineering and another of being a lawyer, as well as his siblings who all have exciting jobs, Arthur grew up feeling like the outcast from them. He felt this way because he never amounted to anything. He couldn’t play sports like his sister nor could he achieve literary achievements like his brother, both in whom are older than him. What he did find himself good at was with numbers. Not outstandingly so but good enough that he didn’t suffer in his math classes. He has a strained relationship with his family and only sees them during major holidays. So Arthur not only leads a very average life, but it’s a lonely one too. That’s why it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone why he turned to the internet. It started with a few online forums, but he really found a love and a calling in online roleplaying games. Whenever he wasn’t working, he was spending time online in those games where he didn’t have to be just average joe, Arthur Walsh. He could really be somebody that mattered. P E N D R A G O N: A K N I G H T ‘ S C O D E P E N D R A G O N: A K N I G H T ‘ S C O D E ________________________________________________________________________________________ And as Pendragon, he is someone. As Pendragon, he is someone people can depend on. Pendragon is a beacon of hope to those who cannot help themselves. Pendragon is a shining star in the sky that people only need to wish upon to bring him to their aid. Pendragon is a mighty knight whose values and morals align with the core aspect of his character of just wanting to help wherever help is needed. As you might’ve deduced, while he is not entirely creative for choosing the name Pendragon, this character is every bit the hero that the Arthur Pendragon of legend was. Pendragon is the character that he’s been using for various online identities but MMORPGs specifically. As Pendragon, he can be someone that isn’t looked at a wimp or simply brushed aside. Pendragon is charismatic and good. For years, he’s been using Pendragon as more than just a means to be seen as someone worth taking note of, but in all truthfulness, Pendragon is also a form of escapism for him. Arthur could shut off all of what made him weak and live through Pendragon as a strong, fierce, if not sometimes naive to the grand scheme of things, warrior. And in Pariah Online, it was no different. Pendragon would amass a reputation as both a solo and a player who could be seen as reliable in parties. It’s the knight’s code to always help those and set an example and though his “this seemed like a better idea in hindsight” habits might paint a different picture, Pendragon, when confronted with mistakes, owns up to it and always tries to do right by those whoever he is trying to protect and/or help out. No quest is too small so long as there are people to help. Monetary gain is secondary to him and helping out is most important. Perhaps that’s why he gets an above-average amount of party invites. Pendragon is somebody that people can count on and want around them. It better stay that way.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Guarding Wind - Wind + Protection - A mid-range protective ability that encases Pendragon and any allies within a spiraling protective wind barrier-like tornado. It guards them from most lower level damage but also acts as a minor offensive as it can simultaneously damage opponents who come in contact with it. It has a short timespan that is 100% dependent on just how much damage. Large scale attacks will likely dispel it but it will serve as a scapegoat and save the user/benefactor of it, but it can only work once before a recharge timer is placed on the one who cast it.

Divine Veil - Light + Protection - Pendragon conjures up a semi-transparent veil of light that can defend against most levels of damage. It works in two way: either Pendragon uses it for himself, in which case it is almost certain that it can withstand most levels of damage and only a matter of time before it gives way, or he can extend it to at least two other party members that will be protected from most moderate levels of damage and can act as a means to get from point a to point b before the veil timer runs out. In the case of the former, it can remain active for 60 seconds and in the case of the latter, 40 seconds.

Golden Might - Light - A light-based offensive ability that Pendragon has in his disposal. By concentrating his might into his sword, when he swings it or slashes it, arcs of light are sent forth and will hit any nearby enemy. It has a high hit ratio and only fails if the opponent is faster than his swings.

A Light Shines - Light + Enhancement - A self-enhancing ability that centers light magic within Pendragon's body and enhances base stats and gives him heightened strength, speed, defense, and endurance for a short amount of time. When the ability is used, a faint gold aura surrounds him and his eyes are a shinier golden color.

Heaven's Tornado - Light + Wind - A sort of ultimate, Pendragon concentrates a large amount of his magic into both sword and shield. His sword arm is extended away from his shield while his shield is held up. Wind gathers around him as light shines, a sort of continuing and extended visual of "A Light Shines". It produces a radiant tornado that is sent in a direct line of path in front of him. Being a sort of ultimate move, it will have the potential to deal great damage to anyone hit by it. The more they are in its direct path the larger the damage. Even those that manage to escape its immediate pathway might get hit with minor damage.

Character Feats

Hold the Line - Though a tank, Pendragon is not a significantly-offensive tank (though he is equipped for battle should he need to). A good amount of skill points, as well as the overall build was built around the premise of being able to protect others. To do that, he had to build up his defensive stats, which he has. Because of this, Pendragon’s strengths, ironically, lay within his ability to defend with a shield. And the way he fights has always been countering. He does have the sp to make first-round offensive measures, but it’s not in his nature as it would compromise the safety of those he might be trying to protect.

Ole Reliable - It’s what the locals and people he’s raided with call him. “Pendragon, the Ole Reliable Knight” is the name he received for not just how many raid parties he’s been apart of but the fact that he always came through for anyone that needed his help. He’s not a celebrity in any right (not like the stellar night), but he does what he can.

A Crafty Boy - Pendragon has invested some time in learning how to craft to the point that he can craft armor and weapons. SOmetimes for others but his main reason was to achieve a level so he could make the best sword, shield, and golden armor for himself so, if he was being honest, he could be a little flashy while helping out.

A Knight of the World - Pendragon is well traveled around the world of Aetheria. Through parties and general adventurer habits, Pendragon has been around to all the city-states at least once. He feels like he has a solid lay of the land and knowledge of where certain things are. Though, he has maintained a large presence in Toraenis and would even go as far as to call it his home.

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______________________________________	LOCATION — Hollywood, California INTERACTIONS — With each other TIME — One day before the start of camp

Damian Black has never liked the sun. He didn’t hate it, but he has never liked it. The sun was too bright and it was too hot, which was odd because he could control hell fire, but Damian enjoyed the wintery months he’d spent at Camp Half-Blood. He liked those Long Island snow days because it meant he could, by understandable expectations, stay in his room. There was something uniquely marvelous about having the backdrop of the whistling, icy wind as he composed whatever song or instrumental for a song he was. Or if he was taking on a request for someone else.

But to be in Beverly Hills, the day before he would be expected back at camp? This was not his preferred use of what little true free time would remain, but Damian had offered to fetch the Bubbles-made-Demigoddess so she didn’t miss out on the start of camp, because nobody should ever do that. It’s not like Damian intentionally offered so he could skip out on Chiron’s overly-drawn out monologues and speech to the newcomers.

He, of course, did. It was the only way he could get out of it with an understandable expectation of what everyone knew Damian to be like. He felt guilty for a couple of people, though. The first being Jai. It was sprung on the poor guy last minute. As in just a mere three hours ago. He had gotten the go ahead to use this fetching of Tiffannie to be made into an official quest, but he needed to make sure he had the paperwork. Jai was the one in charge of said paperwork, but that meant he had to wake up the Son of Deimos at 5am. It was still dark out, so Damian was already up, but he needed to get it scored away. He informed Jaidyn of the nature of the quest and he would be going solo. He would be back before tomorrow’s events came along.

After a rather dramatic process because Jai was Jai and how busy he was (again with understandable expectations of Jai’s exhaustion), he got the necessary paperwork done and Damian was out of camp within the hour.

The second person that brought regret to Damian’s mind was his sister. He didn’t give her nor his hounds much heads up that he was heading out on a quest. The bright side, of course, was how all three of his hounds (Onyx, Rebus, and Aemor) were more than familiar with Erin and got along with her own hounds so, it wouldn’t cause many issues.

And for the past five hours, as he clung to the shadows, thanks in majority to the cloak his Aunt Nyx gave, Damian was lurking through the overpopulated, luxurious metropolis of the famous and followed his target…well, not really ‘target’. The object of his quest.

Yeah, that sounded better.

He was following Tiffannie, using the cloak of the night to hide his presence but he rode on his bike that he could use to travel between Earth and the underworld, but because he could manipulate the shadows, he was simply hiding it from view. He also hid the sound the engine made so nobody would be alarmed of the unseen roar of an engine passing them by. It took an enormous amount of focus, but one that Damian possessed, having been motivated by Zeru so many times to achieve greater feats of strength. Much like that, he was dedicated to keeping himself hidden away from Tiffannie discovering his presence.

It was succeeding. He followed her everywhere she went. Whether it was to the hair stylist, her high school, a nice restaurant with her parents, or even to go get a pint of froyo with her friends. Anywhere she went, there were too many people. Way too many for Damian’s comfort, but more importantly and pertaining to the quest, he needed for them to be alone to talk. Plus, Tiffannie would doubtless explode in a wave of unnecessary excitement when she saw him. He had grown used to it, but if that were to happen, of which he was certain it would, it would be better to reveal himself to her when they were alone than in front of others.

As the day went on and the sun seemed less like something he wanted to blast out of the sky, Damian followed Tiffannie as she went home. He took in the neighborhood, seeing all of the houses that, per house, were the size of at least half of camp. Compared to the apartment he remembered spending half of his life in, Damian was, at the very least, disgusted by how greed made up this cursed town.

Damian parked his bike outside of Tiff’s home. The need to keep himself hidden was no longer paramount, so he would remove himself, as well as his cloak, which would retract into his necklace, and he’d summon five skeletons that each stood as tall as Damian did, to stand watch over his bike, but as well as Tiff’s jeep and home. They were protected from mortal vision because of the mist, but who knew who would be bold enough to attack Damian and Tiff. As Demigods, they faced threats every day.

Damian made quick work of scaling the two-story house that Tiffannie lived in. He deduced which room was hers by the sheer amount of pink in it. He mouthed, “I shouldn’t have expected anything else,” as blue eyes looked at it through the closed window. Damian had his jacket on, the black leather jacket that anyone who knew him would immediately recognize. He wrapped himself in shadows and clung to the one that her balcony cast until he watched Tiffannie come in. She closed her door and Damian watched her. She had always been so breathtakingly beautiful. A true goddess, demi or not. Seeing her brought him a peace that the Prince of the Underworld never knew existed. The feelings she made him experience were all brand new to him and he didn’t know how to make sense of them.

Yet, watching her made him feel calm.

And then he saw her having trouble with her dress.

Without missing a beat, he pushed the window open, unwrapped the shadows that hid him, and as he had one foot on the window seal, he said a slightly curved smirk, “I can help with that.”

On this perfect day
Nothing's standing in my way
On this perfect day
Where nothing can go wrong
It's the perfect day
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
I could stay forever as I am
On this perfect day

On the lovely morning of the last day of May, the daughter of the Sun God completed her mortal schooling requirements by officially graduating high school and obtaining her diploma. The past thirteen years had been filled with many highs, its fair share of lows, and innumerable memories that she would undoubtedly cherish forever. She’d received loving, congratulatory messages from family and friends, including Vivian, Killian and even Apollo himself. Once the ceremony and celebratory events concluded, the next step would be to pack her bags and begin her new life as a full-time member of Camp Half-Blood.

But the day was only just beginning! Knowing that this would be her last day in California for a while, Tiffannie was determined to make the most of it. She had already eaten lunch with her family, treated herself to some fro-yo with her friends, and had plans to attend a graduation house party that another friend was hosting. Singing out loud to Hoku’s ‘Perfect Day’ and the bubblegum pop songs that followed, Tiff pranced around the room collecting the items she would need for the party and placing them inside a tote bag. Once that was done, she rummaged through many clothing items in her dresser drawers until she finally settled on the perfect outfit. It was only after she tried to undo the zipper of her dress that she realized this would be an impossible task without someone else's helping hand. Letting out a frustrated huff, the girl fought her hardest to reach the zipper in any way she could, until…

“I can help with that.”

With a loud, piercing shriek, the wide-eyed Tiffannie spun around, snatched a wooden handle hair brush from the vanity and flung it in the direction of the voice in an attempt to defend herself from the intruder. She wasn’t a fighter like a lot of her half-blooded peers, but she had to do something!

The hairbrush came in hot and fast like a fireball from Hecate herself (with the aim of a true Daughter of Hecate). Damian reacted almost on instinct, willing the shadows, a single tendril sprouting up from the edge of the window. It caught the brush, stopping all of its momentum. Damian made a note of the velocity that Tiffannie hurled it at him. Had it been anyone else, they’d be concussed. “And people say you don’t have a perfect aim like Vivian?” Damian chuckled, releasing the brush from the shadow as he held it in his hand, examining it curiously and smiling as he realized it, much like everything in Tiff’s room from the bed to her dresser to the Princess Peach figurines on her dresser, and the vanity mirror she was seated in front of, was as pink as cotton candy.

There was a moment of silence in which the blonde simply stood there, mouth slightly agape, staring at the man in front of her window. The shaggy blond hair, the piercing green eyes, the impossibly sharp jawline, the lanky frame dressed in shades of black with pops of silver accessories… All features that belonged to a very special someone that the Taccone girl held close to her heart: Damian Black.

With another loud shriek (this time from pure excitement), Tiffannie sprinted across the room with her arms outstretched and pulled Damian into a warm, tight hug as soon as he was within her grasp. At first glance, you wouldn't even imagine that the physical embodiment of Pink Sugar Princess would have anything in common with the Prince of Darkness. But in reality, out of all the people Tiff had missed the most, the son of Hades was certainly at the top of the list along with her siblings. The two demigods had bonded after the blonde volunteered her pet sitting services around camp and won the trust and affection of Damian's hounds in record time. The man's reasoning was that if his highly protective pets had given them their trust so quickly, then she must be quite extraordinary. Their initial conversations were very casual, with Tiff doing most of the talking. But the longer they interacted with one another, the more Damian opened up to the girl. By the time she had left camp the last time, the son of Hades and the daughter of Apollo had been nearly inseparable, and sparks of a budding romance were flying around them. Having to be away from one of her best friends (and crush) had been hard, but knowing she would see him again kept the nostalgic feelings at bay.

And now here he was! Yay!

“I missed you!” Tiffannie exclaimed, pulling away from the man just enough to plant a kiss on his cheek. S , leaving a glossy, sparkly pink imprint behind. “I haven’t seen you in forever, D! How have you been?!”

There was something weirdly comforting about Tiffannie’s brand of excitement. To others, their ears would be bleeding from hearing the pink-obsessed blonde’s voice go to levels that shouldn’t be humanly achievable, but they weren’t necessarily human, now were they? Her voice was mesmerizing. Even when out of pitch, it was like a siren singing. The chaotic harmony that blessed his ears. Almost as fitting as it was when she embraced him and kissed him on his cheek.

Damian had to admit that made his heart beatbeatbeat. And beat some more. His feelings that he's been fighting and fighting and fighting for the chipper blonde has been something he’s been trying to make sense of. In the past few months, especially since he and Alina ended their benefitship, Tiff had been on his mind. And seeing her now only reaffirmed his struggles.

“Been alright. Can’t say the same for my ears,” he teased. Damian didn’t bother to wipe away the evidence of her kiss. Sometimes you just had to take pride in the unique reactions very unique friends had for you.

Tiffannie’s cheeks turned pink. She often forgot that her enthusiastic demeanor could sometimes be a little too much for other people, and that demigods’ hearing was more sensitive than regular folks. “Sorry!” she replied sheepishly, pulling away from Damian and offering an apologetic smile. “I'm just so excited to see you! I have so many stories to tell you! Life has just been really awe--” Tiff abruptly stopped speaking mid-sentence, a frown settling in between her eyebrows. “Wait a minute… What are you doing here in LA?” she asked Damian, now visibly confused.

Damian had long accepted Tiffannie’s flaws as something that made her who she was. Who was he to judge when he had his own that made so many people wary of him and even flat out avoided his company due to his antisocial tendencies? Tiffannie was the exact opposite of this, of course. She was too forward for some. Her voice, at times, was like someone blowing a whistle in your ear or raking sharp claws on rusty metal or an old blackboard. But then there were moments that she surprised and impressed him with how compassionate she could be. She had something about the way her kindness was authentic and genuine, something that Damian had thought was lost in this world. He didn’t experience it from his father so he never thought to spot it, but Tiffannie showed him that it existed.

Between her and Erin, his view of life became less black and white and more 50 shades of gray and silver.

After a moment, Damian said, “I noticed you were having troubles with the dress. I meant what I said. I can assist with that.” The son of Hades remarked with his typical tone that liked to tease. But seeing the way she looked at him in that all-too-familiar deer having been caught in headlights, he added. “I’m also here to fetch you for the summer, but first the dress.”

Tiffannie grew even more curious and confused with Damian’s answer. “They gave you permission to leave camp to come all the way to California to get me?” she asked him, draping her blonde locks forward over her right shoulder in one swipe and turning her back towards the young man. As far as the girl knew, permission for campers to leave the premises was only given in cases of family emergencies or quests, and this didn’t qualify as either of those. How had her friend managed to get all the way here to get her, then?

Damian fell quiet as he focused on helping with the dress that the chipper blonde was struggling with. In the middle of it, he said, “I got special permission from Jai to treat this as a quest,” he explained, though this being a quest quest was a stretch. “I assured him I--” he stopped himself, realizing the implication of it, “I mean we would be back before the official start of summer began. As long as we beat that, I’m sure Chiron nor Mr. D will punish us…or me, too bad.” When he succeeded, he tapped her shoulder, resting it on her smooth skin. Damian lost his train of thought and got lost in the moment for a second. “And done.” He had snapped himself out of it, but he wondered if Tiff noticed?

Having the god Apollo’s blood coursing through your veins came with a lot of perks, enhanced hearing being one of them. With every step he took towards her, Tiffannie could hear Damian’s heartbeat suddenly racing inside his chest, making her curious as to the reason why. A more important question arose when she remembered that Damian also had enhanced hearing, and could probably tell that her own heart had started thumping hard against her chest. She tried to play it off as best as she could, and felt that her plan had worked… Up until she felt the warm touch of his soft hand on her shoulder. The heartbeat that she had painstakingly gotten under control went off in a frenzy again, and a shiver ran down her body from the point of contact. Instinctively, Tiffannie reached out her own hand towards Damian’s. And after interlocking her fingers with his, the girl felt that same spark she always did whenever they exchanged moments of affection. In moments like these, she always wondered: did Damian feel it too?

At that moment, Damian wondered the same thing. Is she hearing what I’m hearing?

There wasn’t much time to dwell on that question before Damian softly pulled his hand away. “Um… Thank you…” the blonde murmured, hastily turning away before her guest could realize she was blushing. The last thing she needed was for D to put two and two together and get some inkling of the way she truly felt about him. She grabbed what looked like a handful of clothes from the corner of her bed and disappeared inside the walk-in closet, leaving the door cracked just enough to allow the conversation between the two friends to continue.

“I was supposed to go to a pool party and meet up there with my friends, but since you’ve never been to California, how about we skip it and I show you around town instead?” she called out from the other room, emerging a short time later in a pair of low-rise shorts that showed off the matching bottom of the pink bikini she was wearing. She paused for a moment in front of Damian with a small smile, twirled in place to proudly display her outfit of choice before prancing to her vanity to pick out a pair of shades.

There was a moment before she came out that the Son of Hades, much to his nature, looked around the room. He stood mostly in place but he took in the details of Tiffannie’s room. The myriad of pink and peach colored knick knacks like the collection of Princess Peach figurines on her dresser, the pink palette bedding, the complimenting wallpaper, and how everything in her room looked like it came straight out of Barbie’s or Princess Peach’s personal penthouse. He smiled at that. Damian admired that about her. How she would be unapologetically herself despite how others might perceive it.

“Uh, if that’s what you want. I wouldn’t mind seeing your friends too,” Damian said, remembering that he was on her side of the world. Manners maketh man was something Erebus always told him and he tried to remember that. He was a visitor in her domain. “Whatever you want…” The words coming out of his mouth came to a slow, gradual halt when she came out. It was simple. A pink top and jeans. Damian’s heart started to beat fast again. He was typically a great wall of obsidian, but the pink flames that Tiffannie represented melted that wall every time. “I’ve been told I'm not supposed to look at the sun directly, but when it looks as beautiful as you do right now, how could I?” Damian spoke faster than his brain could stop him but when someone so breathtaking presents herself for you, one must always speak the truth no matter the consequences.

If Damian already thought she looked radiant, it was nothing compared to the blinding, beaming smile the blonde gave him when she heard his words. Her friend had given her compliments and kind words before, but this was the first time he had been so blunt about it. The warm, fuzzy feeling he gave her whenever they were together seemed to have multiplied tenfold, and she couldn't stop herself from squealing her thanks, kissing his cheek again and giving him a quick hug.

“Party it is!” Tiffannie declared brightly, sliding her feet into sparkly pink sandals before grabbing her packed tote bag and skipping her way to the bedroom door. “You're going to have so much fun, D! There's gonna be music, beer pong, so many snacks… My friends are really awesome, too! It's going to be grea--” She swung the door open and was about to head out when a thought suddenly stopped both her body and her sentence in its tracks. “Damian?”

“Yeah?”

“I think you're going to need a different outfit…” she commented, taking a hard look at the man's wardrobe choice. He looked as amazing as always of course but-- “It's a pool party, not a Hells Angels biker convention.”

“What? You don’t think I’ll start a new trend?” Damian with the full confidence that only he could pull off looked down at the classic biker attire he fancied. He smiled and, as he was mirroring what Tiffannie had done for him just a few moments ago, did a full 360º turn. The sound of the heavy leather of his jacket swished slightly against the metal of his studded belt, his blond hair flowed in the air.

The blonde giggled and shook her head. “I would just prefer that you not get heat stroke wearing all that leather,” she said earnestly, walking back to Damian to grab his hand and tug at it gently. “Now come on! Let's get going! The party's going to start soon, and we have to stop to get you an outfit!”

And before he could say anything else, Damian found herself being dragged out of the room, with a very excited Tiffannie leading the way.

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Hot Mess || Giulia Taccone

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(( FC: Liv Morgan // Color Code: #ff7f50/Coral))</sub>
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Name:

Giulia Antonella Taccone

Age:

18, July 25th - Cancer-Leo Cusp (Sun), Leo (Moon), Libra (Rising)

Gender:

Female - She/Her.

Sexuality:

Bisexual with a very heavy lean towards women not at all having to do with what Julian Russo did to her

Relationships:

Current

Currently Dating

• TBD - but heavily crushing on Nikki Vega

Friends

• Nikki Vega - one of her closest friends and easily her second bestie right next to Shy
• Shiloh Blake (also cousin) but also best friend
• Morrigan Montgomery
• Kassandra Atvartis - been friends for a while; occupies the same space for her fashion club as the cosplay club does

Enemies

• Julian Russo - Ex boyfriend and forever betrayer

Past

Flings

• Kyle Vass - one time thing at a party in sophomore year. || “Kyle is a lot of fun and can make you feel like you matter when it really matters, but it wasn’t going to be a permanent thing.”

Crushes

• Julian Russo - crush died when her trust in him did

Relationships

• Julian Russo - Most of Junior year; ended on a somewhat dramatic note when Julian betrayed her by revealing something personal that she wasn’t ready for anyone to know

Occupation:

N/A, but she does get a sizable bi-weekly allowance of 2.5k. Grades often add 500-1k every quarterly report card and she’s relatively skilled at saving up so she has it to spare, but sometimes her outfits demand the best materials, so she goes through her savings almost every m

Social Media Handle(s):

@QueenGiules @Gis_Playground
@ManicNightmare @brokengiules
@giuliasplayground

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”I've got my mouth.
Its a weapon. Its a bombshell.
Its a cannon. I've got my words.
I won't give them mercy. Mercy. — Fighting For Nothing, Meg & Dia
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Label:

Queen Bee 🎀 Fashion Chameleon 🎀 Manic Nightmare

Grade:

Senior 🎀 Grade XII

GPA:

3.9 (as of the third quarter of Junior year). It may have gone down a bit.

Favorite Class(es):

🎀 Sewing - Its her center and what keeps her calm.
🎀 History - Giulia takes comfort in learning about past mistakes, but especially recently, knowing strategies about how to get revenge has been a keen interest of hers.
🎀 Homeroom (because it means she gets to be with her girls)

Extracurriculars:

Clubs
🎀 Fashion Club - meets in the Sewing room that’s occiailly occupied by the Cosplay Club
🎀 Unofficial Member of the Hydra Brigade (Cosplay Club) - Due to her extended residency in the sewing room, Giulia is regularly in the same vicinity of the cosplay club

_{She has, on occasion, helped members of the cosplay club know how to sew or simply help them when they needed something complex done. In return, especially thanks to Kassandra Anvanitis, she’s slowly learning she has an interest in things like Star Wars (she says its for the costumes, but the story grabbed her too).}

Outside of School
🎀 Designs clothes for personal use and profit || designs jewelry and custom designs and sells them on etsy and shopify
🎀 As of early August, Giulia has been streaming on Twitch (she’s mostly been playing Star Wars: The Old Republic, but also has been playing League of Legends)

Plans After Graduation:

Before the most recent summer, Giulia had a plan: get into either an amazing design program in hollywood during the summer after she graduated or get into the best costume design college like FIT and eventually get a job working for hollywood’s costume design. The goal was to achieve that within seven years. That was Giulia’s seven-year-plan. It’s what she was prepared to say during her senior exit interview. She already has her portfolio and several graphs from bar to pie charts to even a separate power point slide show detailing everything out.

But now? Giulia doesn’t know if that’s what she still wants. Julian’s betrayal put a stop to all that. Her plans and what she was looking forward to were put to a stop. She knows, deep down, she still wants to do that but Giulia isn’t confident in herself that she wants to achieve all that immediately following high school. She simply just doesn’t know what she wants anymore.

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Appearance Details
▸ HEIGHT : | 5'3"
▸ WEIGHT : | 165lbs/75kg
▸ ETHNICITY : | Italian, Caucasian (Scottish, German), D
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Naturally blonde, but it's currently dyed bright pink || Layered and with extensions - wavy and smooth || Gi has been known to dye her hair outlandish colors. She styles it in a myriad of styles, depending on her mood: pigtails, twintails, ponytails, space bun
▸ EYE COLOR : | Expressive sapphire stones
▸ BODY TYPE: | Slim-Thick || Body proportions fill out in all the right places, fit but not too fit.
▸ MODIFICATIONS: | Giulia has six piercings - both of her earlobes pierced, both of her nostrils, tongue, and left eyebrow.

Giulia has one tattoo that she got within the last month. It is simply called "Del Sol Luna, Del Stelle Terra", a tattoo personally designed by her and personal to. It is of a crescent moon being protected by the sun and clouds, the stars sneaking close to not feel left out. To her, it represents those three closest to her. She is the moon, fragile and uncertain about a lot, but the sun represents her cousin Shy who is always willing to protect her and not be quiet about it. The clouds are the force that she didn't realize was there in Mori and her star, the one that she didn't discover true feelings for until very recently, is Nikki. Together, they are her anchor as well as the reason she keeps at the process of doing better, but they remind her she also needs to do it for her, as well.

▸ FASHION SENSE: | Giulia is an independent artist. Both in nature and in occupation. She designs her own clothes, makes her weekly outfits herself (with the help of a supplier who gives her the materials). Her choices range from bold colors and combinations to various animal prints such as the tiger print outfit she wore to last year’s sprint fling. She doesn’t have a set style because Giulia is like a fashion chameleon. Whatever she wears, she owns and makes it work for her.

But lately, her style has been leaning into an edgier style. Darker colors, more risque outfits. Shorter skirts. Tops that might get her flagged by the dress code. Makeup that is more expressive and almost demonic than she had previously worn.

Something else to note about her style, though she has plenty of heels and flats for the right occasions, Giulia's biggest footwear collection comes in the form of the many sneakers she owns.

Personality:

Bold → artistic → loyal → confident in herself → blindly trusting → self-criticizing → unpredictable → perfectionist → resentful when betrayed → reckless → shortsighted

Sometimes Giulia is a hurricane - a force that knows what it is years before it realizes its full potential, but everyone doubts just how strong she is. Everyone carries on life without acknowledging that she could ruin their lives at a given moment. Yeah, sometimes Giulia is a hurricane because her biggest critic is the voice in her head that leads her to do reckless things. Ever the perfectionist at home, at school, during projects, with her friends, in her love life, if everything doesn't go according to her plans, everything outside her mind falls apart.

Sometimes, Giulia views herself as a tornado. Unpredictable. Uncertain. It could cause wide-spread destruction to the innocents who didn't wrong her, or what seemed like a disaster waiting to happen could simply...cease to exist because she allowed herself time to breath. Because this is the thing with Giulia. She is bold and couragous and a force that nobody with a brain can deny, but deep down, she is someone who holds onto the criticisms everyone makes. She holds onto the negativity and lets it fester until she explodes. Her heart is likely the biggest you'll encounter cause everything she does in her life, especially making connections with people, is always done to perfection. She loves people with her whole heart and soul. She will die for people who she promised her world to, and when they hurt her, when they betray her vote of confidence in them, she holds onto that too. She lets it fester until the boiling pot in her mind explodes and things happen that leave Giulia's control.

And rarely, regardless what happens, does she immediately feel remorse. Giulia has that eye for an eye mentality. If she wrecks lives, it's because those people deserved it. If she killed your spirit, it's because you killed hers first.

Yeah, sometimes Giulia is a tropical storm, but sometimes she is what's necessary. She is a force. She's a storm that nobody thinks will ever be as bad as it can be, but piss off the mighty forces in the world and karma is coming to get you.

Family:

Nathaniel Harvey "Neal" Blake III || 45 || Father || World Famous Food Stylist and Host of Food Beautification with Neal Blake || FC: Chris Evans
Natalia Isadora Taccone-Blake || 44 || Mother || Head Coach of Women’s Volleyball at UCLA || FC: Kate Siegel
Natalina Alessia “Nelly” Blake || 16 || Younger Sister || Junior at Oceanus High || FC: Catarina Ferioli
Lorenzo Luca "Enzo" Blake || Younger Brother || 14 || Freshman at Oceanus High || FC: Asher Angel

Other Family
Nathaniel Harvey Blake Jr || 69 || Paternal Grandfather || World renown photographer whose abstract and landscape photos have been used as studies at collage campuses all around the world || FC: Christopher Meloni
Jasper Delamar-Black || 69(?) || Paternal Grandmother ||
Erin Jude Blake || 45 || Paternal Aunt (Neal's twin sister) || FC: Kate Hudson - Played by Sugar and Spite
Shiloh Nathaniel Blake || 18 || Older Paternal Cousin || Madelyn Cline - Played by Sugar and Spite
Tiffannie Noelle Taccone || 20 || Older Maternal Cousin || FC: Jamisen Jarvis - Played by Venus

History:

Giulia came into this world the same way she's lived it: a series of unfortunate events.

Her story dates back to when Neal Blake was living in New York. At the time, he was aspiring to be just like his mother, always has been: a world-class chef, but he knew he wasn't the chef that she was. Even though he had a degree from culinary school, Neal's passion was elsewhere. He liked food styling. Maybe this has to do with his father, whose eye for creativity, making something beautiful out of nothing, and maximizing the simplistic beauty of his canvas via his camera or simply Neal being a rather pretentious asshole has never been proven. What he had always loved, though, is how there were so many different ways his mother managed to make a plate a treat for the eyes and the stomach. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, she used to say and the stomach how you judge that gateway. You don't just feed customers, you entrance them. Those were the words that lived with him right up until he was smitten with someone asked to meet the chef of a bistro he was working for at the time.

Natalia Isadora Taccone was her name. Beautiful olived skin. Eyes of green that made even the freshest basil leaf put to shame. Their dance was a mix of mutual admiration for the food and the attraction between them. Neal was barely twenty when he met her and just twenty-one when they slept together for the first time. A year later they moved into a New York apartment. For five years, their relationship blossomed and each of them followed their passion. Neal spent so many of the nights they had together awake with Natalia completely in a trance with her, learning about her and what she loved. Her past and how she had a family that was met with mixed feelings. She had two older brothers and a younger sister. A father who made Neal think of his grandfather, or at least the stories his father had told him. Those were intense conversations, but the years went on and as they developed a deeper level to their relationship, eventually Natalia was pregnant with their first child. A daughter. And while vacationing with their families in Italy, in a villa within the Tuscany countryside, Natalia gave birth to Giulia Antonella.

And as Giulia grew up, where might one add, was in south california where, ironically, Neal's twin sister, Erin lived. She became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter not long before Giulia was born. One might say it was fate that it happened. The twin's bond never failed to amuse them.

Giulia would eventually have two siblings: a younger sister, Natalina Alessia and Lorenzo Luca. Nelly is 2 years younger than Giulia and Enzo three. Both were amazing human beings. Nelly was 100% Natalia's daughter in every sense. Fierce and stubborn but also poetically soft and compassionate. Enzo is the playboy his grandfather was with much more confidence and swagger.

Giulia, however, was a mix of both and not for the best reasons half the time. Her love was fashion. She didn't share her father's love for cooking nor her mother's love for volleyball. She wasn't a bad cook nor was she terrible at her mother's favorite sport, but neither of those were her love. She fell in love with fashion. It began when she was a little girl and she would play dress-up with her siblings and the girls that she is friends to this very day: Morrigan, Shiloh, and Nikki. She loved designing and had a ripe talent for sewing. She was much like her father and grandmother, but her canvas was not a plate where food would be presented aesthetically. Her canvas was the human body. Her ingridents were fabric of all colors and feels. The intricicies of patterns were the garnishes and her finishing touches were the accessories she designs. Everything had a way in working itself out and Giulia was only getting better. Her future was bright. She had hopes of going to a fashion school maybe in New York or perhaps in one of the fashion capitals of the world. Everything was lining up perfectly.

...Until May of 2024. Just a few weeks until the end of the year where her entire world fell apart.

At the time, Giulia had been dating Julian Russo for a while. They were actually really serious. As serious as a high school couple could get, anyway. And they were bred for high school royalty. Julian was connected to the Mossos family of Beverly Hills and Giulia to the Blakes of North Carolina. Giulia had been going through the pressures of being an overachiever, so she was regularly attending therapy to help manage the pressure she was putting on herself. It was, at the least, something she felt embarrassed about and didn't tell anyone. Nobody outside her inner-circle of Mori, Shy, and Nikki and her family knew, but somehow, through a grapevine (aka Enzo blabbing to the wrong person), word got to Julian and he didn't take not knowing well and soon it spread like wildfire around school.

Giulia didn't take it well.

Actually, she had a rather terrible reaction with it.

Known as the "Taccone Terror Event" - TTE, some would call it, Giulia showed just how much like her mother she was. Natalia, in her day as a volleyball player, was known for her aggression within the net. And Giulia applied that same rage, the rage of a broken heart, to Julian's car. It was a nice car but after she was done with it, it was a nice and totaled car.

That was during the second week of May. By the third week, to avoid trial and worse charges than Giulia got, she was admitted to a mental health facility that was for the troubled youths of the Southern California area (mainly Beverly Hills kids). It was a top of the line resort and there Giulia got the help she needed. She was diagnosed with BPD and anxiety disorder, which was going to be her initial diagnosis before her episode.

Giulia spent nearly the entire summer in that place. Having so many weeks and days, night where the noise in her head were loud but then went quiet, it allowed her the benefit of being able to think. The medication they gave her helped numb some of the louder thoughts in her head, but the therapy (both one-on-one sessions and group) helped her. She was resistant for the first couple of weeks, but got a reality check that she needed to participate. What really helped, however, was her family frequently visiting. It was small because the doctors didn't want her to become overwhelmed (it was a trigger), so it was immediate family for the first week and a half of June. By the end of the month, she was able to have non-immediate family visitors, which meant Shy could visit. She was family but not immediate.

And that's what really started Giulia's true healing process. The doctors noticed that having three very specific visitors greately increased Giulia's willingness to go 100% into the process: Morrigan Montgomery, Shiloh Blake, and Nikki Vega.

And in these visits, whether it was as a group or just Nikki, Giulia found herself looking at one of her best friends differently. She started to notice things Nikki did in a different way. Found deeper meaning in it.

Even after she was given a bit of leeway in her "prison break" for a birthday gift (thank you, Doctor Park), Nikki couldn't help but notice Nikki more. They went to Santa Monica Pier and the entire day with Nikki and her girls was eye-opening.

To this day, Giulia hasn't been able to stop thinking about her best friend like how one might think of a lover. She hasn't confessed. She's too afraid of rejection. The last time she got rejected ended in catastrophe. Perhaps that's why she's fell into the hole of online streaming. She's changed names, but she has confessed what she has been feeling for Nikki to her subscribers. She's too afraid to even do it that it terrifies her. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if she likes someone else?

Anything could go wrong.

Misc. Information

Favorite Places

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🎀 Comic book Store - Don't @her but Giulia's interest in comics is a new thing blame Ata. All the time spent with the Cosplay Club has piqued an interest in knowing a bit more bout the comic books that she's heard so much about. Besides, she's seen images of Power Girl. That was enough to drag her ass to the local CB store.
🎀 El Dorado Dog Park - her fur babies love going there and she has a lot of them.
🎀 El Dorado Park (West) - before her episode in may, Giulia loved volunteering at the community center. Now, though she hasn't been back since, she still loves to have picnics with her girls.
🎀 Giulia loves to eat. And especially now, her appitite has known no limits. She's been making use of her door dash, but when she wants to go out, it's either John's Hambergers or Trattoria Malavita. The latter because it's the only place that can make Cacio e Pepe and Tiramasu almost as good as her mamma's.
🎀 East Burns Japanese Garden - it's soothing and it's a place where Giulia, when she needs to escape everything, can go to just be with her thoughts.

Pets

Combined, the Blake-Taccone family has five animals that live in their home - 3 dogs and 2 cats
Dogs:

• Coco and Dior - 2 three-year-old Welsh Corgis. Coco is a girl and Dior is a boy.
• Cleo - 1 one-year-old border collie. Female. Predominantly Neal's

Cats

• Smokey and Coal - Natalia's two cats. Smokey is a Russian Blue breed of cat and Coal is a bombay cat. Both are female

Fun Facts about Giulia

🎀 You wouldn't think it by looking at her, but Giulia has been reading up, watching, and consuming comic book media: she's got a few onibuses of The Civil War from Marvel, Crisis on Infinite Earth from DC, and just about every copy of Saga (from Image Comics). She's also currently halfway through the MCU and just watched Thor: Dark World (she hated it)
🎀 Giulia has the same Door Dash delivery guy and he's delivered to her every day for nearly a month (which lines up with how long she's been out of the psychiatric facility she was admitted to in late May
🎀 Giulia is left-handed
🎀 Giulia was diagnosed with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder). She's on a round of antidepressants and mood stablizers, though they have been killing her interest in the things she used to enjoy. She secretly stopped taking them and has technically been off her meds for a day, which she's been hiding well and hasn't had anything that triggered her like the episode she had back in May. She's hoping to keep it that way.
🎀 Giulia is fluent in Italian, but she has a very noticable vocal fry (think stereotypical valley girl barista). Her laugh is also something of a cheerleading skater stoner (it's also quite infectious)
🎀 Religion and Giulia have a very interesting relationship, for she is not religious in the slightest, but holds deep spiritual values and beliefs, but is not religious herself. It's because, in her mind, if these things can happen to her and if she can suffer, why believe in god or the devil? But at the same time, the spiritual teachings of the gospel resonate with her and she goes to Sunday church as often as she could. Even whilst she at the facility, she attended the small services they offered.

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on my ass

Word association Game!

Free

the alphabet game. lol

Notification

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like a yeti's

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into some lava

Ban the User Above You

Banned for making me read all that.

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and I fell