Hero

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Ugh.

Sonny was so dull and lacking in his vocabulary it reminded Victoire of the books that she had in preschool. The fact that he was so sure that she was following him was utterly hilarious; the poor boy was delusional. Were she, well, not herself, she might have actually been somewhat bothered by his statement. The reality was that she really didn’t care for anything he said, having lost interest at around the third sentence he uttered at her.

Coming to attention as he finally stopped talking, she couldn’t help but fan herself slightly. “My God, the amount of crap you spewed was so boring I actually dozed off mid-conversation,” She admitted, shaking her head. “Does anything you have to say actually matter, or are you literally trying to bore me to death?”

”If you really want to be bored to death so badly, Vic, then just listen to a recording of your voice. I can promise you will want to shoot yourself in the head. Kind of like what I want to do right now.” Sonny more-than-willingly admitted with a smile. He lived for a lot of things and getting under Victoire’s skin was high up on that list.

Victoire scoffed at him, entertained by the fact that he was continuing to respond. It seemed they both wanted the last word, but both way too stubborn to actually let the other one have it. “Is that what you want to do? Because there’s a pool right there,” Her left arm pointed towards the water. “So you can go ahead and drown yourself. Don’t worry, no one cares enough about you to save you, so you’re home free!”

And in response, Sonny offered her a smile. “Oh how it must hurt to hide your obvious love for me in such a cruel way,” he said to her, still smiling. “If you wanted to see me get all wet, Viccy, you should’ve just said so. I’m sure Diablo has a room available somewhere.” As Sonny spoke, he’d step closer to Victoire, his arm reaching out to her aimed at her waist to further tease and toy with the brunette’s mind.

His comment actually managed to get a genuine laugh out of her, so much so that she didn’t even catch the movement. “Wow, I mean, I know you think I’m hot, but really, Sonny, you need to be a little less obvious with your infatuation,” She said, batting her eyelashes rather dramatically. Her left hand pulled at one of the strings holding her swimsuit together, letting it snap against her skin. “Face it: It drives you insane knowing you wanna fuck the one girl you can’t have.”

This game between them was fun, but Sonny wasn’t going to allow her to see just how bothered by her comments he actually was. “So, if you’re ‘off the market’, then why haven’t you pulled away, Victoire?” Sonny asked, looking at her as serious as he could.

Her blue eyes stared right into his, unflinching, untamed. “Because you don’t want me to,” She told him in a low voice, her hand reaching up and pressing against his lower lip. “And I love driving you crazy.” She smirked as she retracted her hand, raising her chin as she studied his face.

Like a moth to the flame, Sonny had her where he wanted her. “Then it’s a good thing I took my Anti-Victoire pills this morning.”

And just like that, in a single moment, Sonny stepped away from the class president, laughing as he had successfully laid the trap by forcing her to admit what she truly wanted. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be that easy. To think the proud and borderline narcissist Victoire Bailey fell for such an easy trap. Swiper the Fox has had a difficult time sneaking up on Dora and Boots than the effort it took to get Vic eating out of the palm of his hand.

“Honestly, Viccy, I thought you were going to put up a bigger fight than that.”

Surprisingly, the brunette was rather calm, her hands on her hips as Sonny spoke. Thing is, her name meant ‘victory’, not defeat. So if he really thought she was going to let him get away with tricking her like that, he was wrong.

Victoire did not like to be made a fool of.

Once again a smile slid onto her face, Victoire moving forward as Sonny moved back. Rather than just stop, however, she essentially pushed herself onto him, making it so that his back was to the counter. Without waiting for a reaction, the brunette took his chin in her hand and kissed him rather passionately. Once their lips broke apart, Victoire backed off, her tongue trailing her upper lip. “Tell Marisol I said ‘thanks’ for letting me have that one,” She winked at him, turning on her heel as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

As she was walking away, Sonny couldn’t say he was expecting that to happen. He more expected her to react violently. Given how much he knew about Vic, there was a moment before she kissed him to when she turned around that he thought she was going to push him into the drinks table or perhaps even into the pool. Safe to say a kiss was the last thing Sonny Drake was expecting her to do, though her last comment was exactly what he figured she’d say.

“Let’s just keep this our dirty secret. We wouldn’t want your subjects to know you willingly kissed Sonny Drake, now would we?.” Sonny offered to her in a response, grabbing onto Vic’s hand as his other reared around her waist, essentially pulling her close to him.

Archer had just fought his way through the wall of grinding bodies when he spotted something that almost made his eyes pop out of his head. “What the…” he whispered, was that Torvald in a tight embrace with Madam President? And was that a kiss? No, it couldn’t be! He craned his neck to see if that was indeed what he had seen, in the process, he locked eyes with Victoire. The slender boy looked away in a panic trying to figure out the quickest way to escape. Unfortunately, that was back through the dance floor. But he figured that was better than dealing with whatever those two were serving up, he let out a huge sigh and disappeared into the crowd once again.

Dawne | A Japanese School Life RP

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The scream had jolted the redhead out of her slumber, sleepy eyes immediately alert as a rapid beeping sound was heard. Inhaling, she could smell smoke. Throwing her blankets off of her, she scrambled out of the room, practically throwing herself down the stairs and skidding to a halt right at the scene of the crime. An extremely panicked girl was running around the living room, desperately trying to flap out the smoke from the jacket she had in her hands. On top of the ironing board sat a now-ruined iron, coated in an odd mix of polyester and cotton.

The girl's name was Shimizu Ichika. About a week ago, the two had moved in together, and ever since then, every single day had been composed of Ichika causing some sort of disaster with Shiori having to clean up. Funny enough, Shiori had always figured the 'spoiled rich girl' archetype was just that: an archetype. But seeing it unfold before her day after day had convinced her that yes, people could truly be that hopeless. And as she quickly put together the situation at hand, she was at least grateful this wasn't as bad as the dishwasher incident.

"For the love of--ICHIKA!" She yelled, the long haired girl finally coming to a stop. Letting out a sigh, she extracted "The hell did you do?!"

With giant, watery tears gushing down her face, the normally beautiful looking girl openly sobbed, clinging onto the jacket. "Shiori! I--I was just trying to iron your uniform!" She cried.

So she tried to iron her jacket. And failed. Spectacularly, at that. Walking over to the alarm, she managed to silence it. Letting out a sigh, she eyed the rest of her uniform, which had been surprisingly ironed out well. Ichika must have run into a challenge with the thicker material. Taking her ruined jacket in hand, she examined the burned hole wearily. No way she could wear that.

"It's fine. Let's just get ready," Shiori said, motioning for her to get going.

Looking somewhat crestfallen, Ichika dragged her feet back to her room. Shiori did the same, changing into her uniform, though she ended up pulling on her red sweater in place of the jacket. Ugh, so much for trying not to get in trouble the first day. Granted, it was only a matter of time, but she usually had a few days before either mouthing off to the wrong person or getting into a fistfight with someone.

Her watch beeped at her, and she realized it was time to start walking. Staring at herself in the mirror, she decided to leave her shaggy hair alone as she went to Ichika's room, bombarded by the scent of hair spray and perfume. While Shiori usually just rolled out of bed and was good to go, Ichika had a regime. Every single morning, she'd brush her super long hair out, making sure her waves were perfect before she would finally decide to step out of her room. Surprisingly, she didn't wear much makeup, but her obsession with her hair took enough time as it was.

"How do I look?" Ichika asked, striking a pose in her uniform.

"You look fine. Come on, let's go," She urged.

Ichika was practically skipping as she followed Shiori outside the house and down the road. She didn't seem at all bothered by her new surroundings, only curiously looking around. Shiori had her bag in one hand and the other in her pocket, only focusing on the walk ahead. Soon enough, the duo could see the school not too far ahead. She had to admit, being closer to the school made the walk a lot easier, though she supposed that was thanks to Ichika's mother.

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Yoshi had always considered himself a morning person. From the moment he woke up, he was full of energy. And who wouldn't be? It was the first day of school! Something about the first day always seemed magical and exciting to him. So when he woke up, he jumped out of bed, stretching his arms high above his head. Today was going to be a great day! New school, new people, new friends!

With the excitement in hand, he sauntered over to the bathroom, sliding in right before his little sister had a chance to. "You snooze, you lose!" He said as she banged on the door, hollering at him to let her in. Soon after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he opened the door, resulting in their usual argument of him asserting his role as the big brother by pinching her face and then running away before she could hit him.

It was routine, but it was good.

Grabbing his bag and dressed to impress, Yoshi entered the kitchen, spotting his mother on the phone as she put her shoes on. She blew him a kiss when she saw him, exiting the house immediately afterwards. Go figure, he hadn't been expecting her to still be home, but it was a nice surprise. She had even cooked breakfast! Awesome!

Once he gobbled down his food, he was out of the house and on his way, whistling to himself as he walked.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Annora

_{"My fate is in my hands alone."}

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_{ＢＩＲＴＨ ＮＡＭＥ}

Annora Steele

_{ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ}

Goes by 'Vulcan' exclusively for her smithing label.

_{ＴＩＴＬＥ}

Vulcan was the title given to her by Shooting Star for her blacksmith achievements.

_ＲＡＣＥ

Hyur

_ＣＬＡＮ

Midlander

_ＡＧＥ

22

_{ＢＩＲＴＨＰＬＡＣＥ}

Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

_{ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ}

Blacksmith

Annora lives and breathes smithing, her family specializing in the trade for many generations, and she is no exception. While she travels more and prefers battle now, she still keeps the craft up to make sure her skills stay top-notch.

Hunter

Of course, now that she has struck out on her own, materials don't come cheap. And so she picked up hunting on the side, often taking on marks either alone or with other stragglers for the bigger foes.

_{ＣＬＡＳＳ}

Marauder

Choosing the way of the axe for combat, Annora specializes in brute force to crush any foe that would cross her. She aims to further her skills by traveling the land and getting more experience.

_{ＧＥＮＤＥＲ}

Female

_{ＤＥＩＴＹ}

Byregot

_{ＳＥＸＵＡＬ ＯＲＩＥＮＴＡＴＩＯＮ}

Straight

_{ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ}

Annora is of slightly less than average height for her race, her body on the toned side of things. She has several marks from injuries she got when she was still learning how to use the anvil. Her eyes are colored purple, and she possesses a beauty mark on her left cheek.

_{ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ}

Calm, cool, and collected, at a first glance Annora appears as an ordinary hyur. She only usually speaks when spoken to, having a general disinterest in most conversations, though she's too polite to just stay quiet. She doesn't emote well, nor does she express her thoughts openly. She prefers to get straight to the point and speaks somewhat bluntly. Despite being on the quieter side of things, she does pay attention to her surroundings, making sure to retain important information. Because of this she's fairly good at explaining things when needed, knowledgeable about many subjects and locales due to her travels.

And then there's Annora in combat.

Relying on brute force to solve most of her combat issues, she likes to jump right in. Completely focused on demolishing her enemies, she has no fear, whether it's another warrior or a monster three times her size. Her strength allows her to swing her axe with an added grace, though considering that the subject of her choosing is about to get sliced in half, 'grace' may not be the best word to describe it. Still, she revels in a fight, the thrill giving her a rush unlike any other.

_{ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ}

Born the third child to Eleanore and Avery Steele, Annora's life was fairly straightforward. Her parents were strong willed, doing their best to instill their children with the same confidence. Her family was well known for their craft, her mother's merchant services putting their works into high demand. Throughout most of her childhood Annora and her two siblings, Avalon the brother and Amelie, would assist their father and learn the family techniques, developing and nurturing the skill from a young age. As she got older, Avalon often yearned to see more of the world, often shirking off the work to make trips into the other city states. Eventually he left one day when she was fifteen and never came back. Amelie soon studied to become her father's apprentice properly, and Annora found herself at a crossroads: dare she follow her brother and explore Eorzea, or prove herself a dutiful daughter like her sister did?

Fate had a hand in nudging her into the right direction one day upon their return to the city, their cart filled with supplies. Despite being told to stay put, the eighteen year old Annora found herself picking up one of the fallen's weapons, charging in. Of course, a young woman with no experience was no match for bandits, but something in her seemed to awaken. After the Maelstrom soldiers took over and led the family to safety, Annora would approach the Marauder's Guild and enroll. At first, her parents protested, not wanting to lose another child tot he life of adventure, but she wouldn't be contained.

The nomadic lifestyle she ended up adapting came from pure experience; she had admittedly gone into the adventurer's life completely blind. Still, she adjusted, learned, and became more sure of herself. She left La Noscea once she felt comfortable with her fighting ability and explored Eorzea to challenge herself. Two years ago, she met Shooting Star in Mor Dhona, supposedly a crafter extraordinaire of some kind. While initially wary of him and his questionable personality at first, she did recognize that he had an eye for the craft, and so she studied under him for a year and a half, refining her skill to the point that from that point forward she began to make her own weapons.

When her savings began to dwindle, Annora started to look for other avenues. Half a year ago she began to pick up on hunts, finding the challenges provided by the various monsters a good way to entertain herself. Hunting also helped in her learning both the layout of the land as well as educating herself in the various wildlife around Eorzea.

_{ＯＴＨＥＲ ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ}

She initially had a desire to become an arcanist for the sole purpose of getting to have her own personal Carbuncle.
Despite being more knowledgeable in weaponry, she does know how to repair a variety of armor from anything metal to leather to cloth. Her skills end there, though; she'll recommend others to go to experts if they need anything beyond repairs.
Her services are mostly done through commissions in which she will drop everything and craft things within a short period. As of late, she has found more money in hunting and has prioritized tracking hunts to sustain herself.
She likes spicy foods.
She likes to wear a flower with her headband.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

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Attack on Titan: Somnium [Closed]

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The blonde girl's words were probably meant to be comforting, but Hotaru had rather mixed feelings about it. In truth, it wasn't the girl's fault; Hotaru was just having a difficult time wrapping her head around the fact that the chaos unfolding around them was in fact reality. She wanted to go home and go to bed to wake up and find this to be some sort of twisted nightmare. As the dark haired girl was about to respond, the nearby scream causing her to freeze in place. She couldn't look away from the rather grotesque scene, the shock of having it happen so close shaking her inwardly.

Luckily, the girl had acted, pulling her along as they broke into a run. Hotaru wasn't really sure what kept her legs running, though she was grateful for it. Staying alive, that's all she had to do. And right now, that meant running away.

Eventually, the pair came to a halt, Hotaru lightly bumping into her savior as she looked around. The mass amount of people reminded her just how many lives were affected by the titans' invasion. "Do you think we can get on one?" She asked, slightly nervous as she eyed the amount of people desperate to board.

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It's A Long Way To The Top... (Band/Musician RP)

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𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

The song came in loud and clear through her helmet, though Calliope made sure to keep her eyes on the road. Her base guitar sat comfortably in its case on her back, and she rode the streets rather casually. Honestly, the thought of joining a band had been the furthest thing from her mind lately. She had been so focused on finishing her degree that when she first saw the ad, the idea just seemed like it'd be too time consuming. Only after taking it home and dwelling on it somewhat did she decide to give it a try. And after that she spent a good hour trying to decide what instrument to try. She had genuinely considered just going in with either a tambourine or a triangle, but upon further reflection she figured the safer bet would be a guitar. As to which one, she was pretty skilled at both, so it could've gone either way. So after flipping a coin, she had settled for the base guitar.

Can't go wrong with baselines and keeping the rhythm going.

As she came to a stop at the red light, she turned her music off since she was getting close to the place. Calliope had zero expectations for the other players, though the fact that the head honcho was a nervous type would have kept her expectations low. So long as there was a common love for music, she figured it'd turn out alright. Her calloused fingers tapped the handles as she waited for the light to change, though she nearly jumped out of her skin as she thought she heard a whizzing scream. She turned her head to look for the source, but said source had gone so fast that she missed it. Oh well. Seeing how gossipy this town was, she'd hear about it eventually.

Pulling up to the all-too familiar music store, she spotted a rather interesting sight of a pair of people on the ground. Parking her motorcycle, she made sure the kickstand was up as she dismounted. Pulling off her helmet, she noticed the violin case on the girl's back and frowned slightly. Go figure. It was probably coincidence, but the universe had a funny way of saying otherwise. She recognized them both; Marcus Ainsworth and Noelle Evans. The former from his father's music shop and the latter because her youngest brother often went to her sessions at the library.

Raising an eyebrow at the pair, Calliope placed a hand on her hip. "Here's hoping you don't feel the need to be that close to your band members," She couldn't help but quip.

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Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

@Hero I feel like my major problem is that there's no age-range in her Bio. How old was she when her brother left? How old was she when the bandits attacked the cart? How old was she when she joined the guild? Etc.

Who is Guiding Star? You never mentioned who they were.

@Ambra

I'll make sure to fix the age thing, then.

Guiding Star is an NPC in the crafting quest in Mor Dhona, I'll make sure to be more specific with that, too.

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

Will get a better picture when I'm less tired, but otherwise I think I'm done.

Annora

_{"My fate is in my hands alone."}

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_{ＢＩＲＴＨ ＮＡＭＥ}

Annora Steele

_{ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ}

Goes by 'Vulcan' exclusively for her smithing label.

_{ＴＩＴＬＥ}

Vulcan was the title given to her by Shooting Star for her blacksmith achievements.

_ＲＡＣＥ

Hyur

_ＣＬＡＮ

Midlander

_ＡＧＥ

22

_{ＢＩＲＴＨＰＬＡＣＥ}

Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

_{ＯＣＣＵＰＡＴＩＯＮ}

Blacksmith

Annora lives and breathes smithing, her family specializing in the trade for many generations, and she is no exception. While she travels more and prefers battle now, she still keeps the craft up to make sure her skills stay top-notch.

Hunter

Of course, now that she has struck out on her own, materials don't come cheap. And so she picked up hunting on the side, often taking on marks either alone or with other stragglers for the bigger foes.

_{ＣＬＡＳＳ}

Marauder

Choosing the way of the axe for combat, Annora specializes in brute force to crush any foe that would cross her. She aims to further her skills by traveling the land and getting more experience.

_{ＧＥＮＤＥＲ}

Female

_{ＤＥＩＴＹ}

Byregot

_{ＳＥＸＵＡＬ ＯＲＩＥＮＴＡＴＩＯＮ}

Straight

_{ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ}

Annora is of slightly less than average height for her race, her body on the toned side of things. She has several marks from injuries she got when she was still learning how to use the anvil. Her eyes are colored purple, and she possesses a beauty mark on her left cheek.

_{ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ}

Calm, cool, and collected, at a first glance Annora appears as an ordinary hyur. She only usually speaks when spoken to, having a general disinterest in most conversations, though she's too polite to just stay quiet. She doesn't emote well, nor does she express her thoughts openly. She prefers to get straight to the point and speaks somewhat bluntly. Despite being on the quieter side of things, she does pay attention to her surroundings, making sure to retain important information. Because of this she's fairly good at explaining things when needed, knowledgeable about many subjects and locales due to her travels.

And then there's Annora in combat.

Relying on brute force to solve most of her combat issues, she likes to jump right in. Completely focused on demolishing her enemies, she has no fear, whether it's another warrior or a monster three times her size. Her strength allows her to swing her axe with an added grace, though considering that the subject of her choosing is about to get sliced in half, 'grace' may not be the best word to describe it. Still, she revels in a fight, the thrill giving her a rush unlike any other.

_{ＢＩＯＧＲＡＰＨＹ}

Born the third child to Eleanore and Avery Steele, Annora's life was fairly straightforward. Her parents were strong willed, doing their best to instill their children with the same confidence. Her family was well known for their craft, her mother's merchant services putting their works into high demand. Throughout most of her childhood Annora and her two siblings, Avalon the brother and Amelie, would assist their father and learn the family techniques, developing and nurturing the skill from a young age. As she got older, Avalon often yearned to see more of the world, often shirking off the work to make trips into the other city states. Eventually he left one day when she was fifteen and never came back. Amelie soon studied to become her father's apprentice properly, and Annora found herself at a crossroads: dare she follow her brother and explore Eorzea, or prove herself a dutiful daughter like her sister did?

Fate had a hand in nudging her into the right direction one day upon their return to the city, their cart filled with supplies. Despite being told to stay put, the eighteen year old Annora found herself picking up one of the fallen's weapons, charging in. Of course, a young woman with no experience was no match for bandits, but something in her seemed to awaken. After the Maelstrom soldiers took over and led the family to safety, Annora would approach the Marauder's Guild and enroll. At first, her parents protested, not wanting to lose another child tot he life of adventure, but she wouldn't be contained.

The nomadic lifestyle she ended up adapting came from pure experience; she had admittedly gone into the adventurer's life completely blind. Still, she adjusted, learned, and became more sure of herself. She left La Noscea once she felt comfortable with her fighting ability and explored Eorzea to challenge herself. Two years ago, she met Shooting Star in Mor Dhona, supposedly a crafter extraordinaire of some kind. While initially wary of him and his questionable personality at first, she did recognize that he had an eye for the craft, and so she studied under him for a year and a half, refining her skill to the point that from that point forward she began to make her own weapons.

When her savings began to dwindle, Annora started to look for other avenues. Half a year ago she began to pick up on hunts, finding the challenges provided by the various monsters a good way to entertain herself. Hunting also helped in her learning both the layout of the land as well as educating herself in the various wildlife around Eorzea.

_{ＯＴＨＥＲ ＩＮＦＯＲＭＡＴＩＯＮ}

She initially had a desire to become an arcanist for the sole purpose of getting to have her own personal Carbuncle.
Despite being more knowledgeable in weaponry, she does know how to repair a variety of armor from anything metal to leather to cloth. Her skills end there, though; she'll recommend others to go to experts if they need anything beyond repairs.
Her services are mostly done through commissions in which she will drop everything and craft things within a short period. As of late, she has found more money in hunting and has prioritized tracking hunts to sustain herself.
She likes spicy foods.
She likes to wear a flower with her headband.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Once satisfied with the numerous photos and short videos taken, Nadia stopped recording. Her fingers swiped through the options as she reviewed them, deciding which had the best angles and nicest points of view. The one thing about leaving New York that she was happy about was the amount of beaches there were in Florida. She had always loved the ocean, the smell of the sea salt breeze always being a strange comfort to her. Even at night she liked it, the way the stars met the dark waves being somewhat poetic.

As she let her phone begin the upload, she figured she should get back to mingle. As she turned towards the party, she ran her hands through her hair and spotted something poking out from one of the dunes. Squinting her eyes, she realized it was a person. Weird, she hadn't thought anyone else was out here. Trudging through the sand, as she got closer, she noticed it was Jason Weaver, bottle in hand. He was drinking alone? Weird.

"Jason?" She was surprised as she approached him, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Everything okay?"

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Target locked on!

Stella had unwittingly opened a door, and before she would get the chance to close it, Lucas made sure to jab his foot forward and hold it open. And by that, it meant that he watched her curiously, feigning surprise. But there was no hiding his interest in her, and as she backed up, he decided to move in. As much as he thought it was a for sure thing, he didn't want to scare her away. So he mimicked her, closing in, but instead he pecked her cheek and backed away, grinning playfully.

"It's okay," He assured her, playing off her mistake. "We're just having fun, right?"

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Sonny's statement brought out a genuine smile of amusement out of Victoire; an accomplishment, all things considered. Hell, if anyone just glanced over, they would think that this was just another casual conversation. Of course, that much went flying out the window as the girl bristled slightly upon hearing that stupid-ass nickname Sonny had for her. Nicknames in general were just stupid, she had a name and that was what she wanted people to call her by. But no, Sonny had his own special nickname just for her, one he always went out of his way to use.

Fucking idiot.

Giving him a rather unnerving smile, the brunette finished her drink before she would choose to respond. "Oh my God, you are just the cutest thing, thinking I would ever go out of my way for you. Like, ever. Just the idea is adorable," Victoire replied in earnest. "I can't say I'm surprised you think that way, though. Especially considering that your head is so far up your own ass you forget that the universe existed before you were even a sperm in your father's balls."

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