Sex / Gender - Female; She/Her Date of Birth - 27 | December 3, '93 Ethnic Background - Multiracial Latina Residence - Miami, FL Occupation - Grease Monkey Education - High School Graduate | Semester or two from the local college before just sticking with on the job experience -
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Ｂｏｉｓｔｅｒｏｕｓ Loud, lively and unrestrained. Vann lives life to it's fullest. Takes all the chances this existence brings about and wants to instill some chaos along the way. To wreck some havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for?
Ｖｏｒａｃｉｏｕｓ Having a strong desire for any and all things that would bring about the end of boredom. With her eyes set upon a goal you would be hard pressed to get her to deviate from said goal. An appetite for destruction and all things fast paced, Vann is constantly on the prowl for that high. In any form she can get it.
Ｒｅｃｋｌｅｓｓ Because of her lack of proper caution, a carelessness of consequences, Vann is marked as reckless. Fears of becoming stuck in a constant state of... blah drives Vann to seek any and all forms of entertainment. This oft times leads her down the wrong path and into even worse consequences. All of which she ignores until it is too late.
Physical Description
Multiracial, pear shaped, 5'6" Latina to her core, a native of Miami with the temperament to match, Vann comes from a melting pot of heritages and cultural views. Though she would be lying if she said she didn't identify most with those of her Cuban familia. Hips swing with every step and booty pops with every fabric worn on her backside. She's rounder in a few areas like the abdominal region. Easily gains muscle and though not well defined, they are there. Mainly in her thighs, calves and arms, a hazard from working in the garage lifting batteries outta cars and wheeling tires around all day. Almost perpetual amounts of grease found under her nails - no matter how much she scrubs, she always missing something.
A few patches of ink dot her skin, mostly outta sight so as to not send her abuela into an early grave. A floral and snake tattoo on the inside of her left arm is her largest piece and one she enjoys the most. Others include smalllittlestick and pokes she got when she was younger behind the bleachers in high school.
Find her rocking anything from sports bras and joggers to sheer fabrics the hug her curves just right. There isn't anything off limits as far as wardrobes go. Makeup matches whatever ensemble she's thrown together, however. Always needs to match.
Character Conceptualization
Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. Though she would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish.
To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person.
An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her...
Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course.
Other Information
Constantly has something sweet in her mouth. A deep love for cars. The loudest one at the party. Sexual innuendos at most times. Smoking weed when things get too heavy. Dancing like no one is watching. Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy. Unable to sit still. Sun tanning pool side. One night stands give her strength. Drive fast, take chances. 2 wild 2 tame. Always has music playing from her headphones. Cleans furiously when emotions run high. Finds the stillness of the world odd. She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through.
Sex / Gender - Female; She/Her Date of Birth - 27 | December 3, '93 Ethnic Background - Multiracial Latina Residence - Miami, FL Occupation - Grease Monkey Education - High School Graduate | Semester or two from the local college before just sticking with on the job experience -
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Ｂｏｉｓｔｅｒｏｕｓ Loud, lively and unrestrained. Vann lives life to it's fullest. Takes all the chances this existence brings about and wants to instill some chaos along the way. To wreck some havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for?
Ｖｏｒａｃｉｏｕｓ Having a strong desire for any and all things that would bring about the end of boredom. With her eyes set upon a goal you would be hard pressed to get her to deviate from said goal. An appetite for destruction and all things fast paced, Vann is constantly on the prowl for that high. In any form she can get it.
Ｒｅｃｋｌｅｓｓ Because of her lack of proper caution, a carelessness of consequences, Vann is marked as reckless. Fears of becoming stuck in a constant state of... blah drives Vann to seek any and all forms of entertainment. This oft times leads her down the wrong path and into even worse consequences. All of which she ignores until it is too late.
Physical Description
Multiracial, pear shaped, 5'6" Latina to her core, a native of Miami with the temperament to match, Vann comes from a melting pot of heritages and cultural views. Though she would be lying if she said she didn't identify most with those of her Cuban familia. Hips swing with every step and booty pops with every fabric worn on her backside. She's rounder in a few areas like the abdominal region. Easily gains muscle and though not well defined, they are there. Mainly in her thighs, calves and arms, a hazard from working in the garage lifting batteries outta cars and wheeling tires around all day. Almost perpetual amounts of grease found under her nails - no matter how much she scrubs, she always missing something.
A few patches of ink dot her skin, mostly outta sight so as to not send her abuela into an early grave. A floral and snake tattoo on the inside of her left arm is her largest piece and one she enjoys the most. Others include smalllittlestick and pokes she got when she was younger behind the bleachers in high school.
Find her rocking anything from sports bras and joggers to sheer fabrics the hug her curves just right. There isn't anything off limits as far as wardrobes go. Makeup matches whatever ensemble she's thrown together, however. Always needs to match.
Character Conceptualization
Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child and black sheep of the Santos family. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her numerous siblings, Vann is the poster child for "just go with it". A perfect combination of laid back and boisterous. Though she struggles to wear serious and caution as badges, there are rare moments where it shine through and Vann can behave herself. Should the situation call for it. Though she would much rather be living it up than acting mature. Growing up in a large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish.
To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of that attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. Regardless of the type. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. She fears the thought of being content with becoming a sheep among the masses. Of living a humdrum life with nothing to show for it. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Vann will not be that person.
An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' if one were to know her well enough. Not so holy of a saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and often tends to get bored which leads her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her...
Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self she truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course.
Other Information
Constantly has something sweet in her mouth. A deep love for cars. The loudest one at the party. Sexual innuendos at most times. Smoking weed when things get too heavy. Dancing like no one is watching. Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy. Unable to sit still. Sun tanning pool side. One night stands give her strength. Drive fast, take chances. 2 wild 2 tame. Always has music playing from her headphones. Cleans furiously when emotions run high. Finds the stillness of the world odd. She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through.
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ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴛʜ ɢɪʀʟ. Curvaceous, thicc girl with a little pudge that she pretends not to care about but is constantly on the lookout for remedies to fix. sigh another time, perhaps. standing at a whopping 5'5 - 5'8"+ depending on her shoes. long, wavy locks the color of fresh ink - not unlike the ink littering her body - cascades down to the middle of her upper back, the underside is buzzed short. but the length is kept atop her head so that she can look somewhat presentable; should high society call for it. skin permanently kissed by the sun that gives her a subtle bronze glow, creating the illusion that her tattoos are alive. breathing even. depending on how you look at them. some observable, some not so easily spotted. freckles dot her body, but the more noticeable ones would be the ones that occupy the space under her eyes and atop her cheeks. she's actually quite pleased and proud of those. her eyes a mossy green, but when the light catches it juuuuust right, they almost seem like crystallized honey.
Full lips, always painted in some shade of color, typically in darker tones; but she isn't one to be too picky. full brows, long lashes - all natural - she'll be the first to assure you. though, should she choose to pay for such amenities, she totally could. her septum is pierced along with sporting dolphin piercings.
Phoibe can be spotted strolling through the town or on campus in her usual attire of what looks to be uncomfortable attire. though it is very much comfortable; at least it is to her. her fashion jumps around from being sleek and put together to being messy and grungy. she’s not a fan of preppy, frilly styles. fishnets and other leggings and hosiery is a staple. she has a small collection of platformed shoes of different style - but a collection nonetheless. Rings and different necklaces and bracelets line her appendages. something that she is prone to fiddling with whenever the subconscious need arises which is a lot of the time. very much plays into the wiccan and romani vibes that she embraces of her culture.
➽➽➽➽ Patience is a virtue; one that she toes the line with. Especially when it comes to the bible thumpers in town... ➽➽➽➽ Tight, enclosed spaces are NOT her friend. She will do anything she can in order to prevent being in a situation that would call for small spaces. She even sleeps with her doors - and sometimes windows - open. It's gotten better since her youth. But one doesn't just simply forget the feeling of being buried alive ➽➽➽➽ "Suffers" from Tritanopia; a type of blue-yellow color blindness. It doesn't really affect her day to day unless she's needed to distinguish colors that she struggles with | blue and green, red and purple, yellow and pink ➽➽➽➽ she doesn't like listening to people talk for longer than a few minutes so she interrupts all the damn time, stops paying attention, gets restless or just walks away completely ➽➽➽➽ has the tendency to overshoot, normally doesn't disappoint, but she aims higher than she should and is always trying to impress people [ this usually results in long lectures about arrogance or the possibility of failure to which she responds with "But did I fail? No." ]
➽➽➽➽ There haven't been many people who Phoibe hasn't been able to con, blackmail charm into purchasing some kind of service and / or good from her and her family's little in-home shop. ➽➽➽➽ Phoibe is really good with calculations and not just with numbers ➽➽➽➽ She can read your palm, give lessons on love and relationships, tell the future in your cards... a lot of cliche "gypsy" practices though there is something about it all that is electrifying and sparks up her spine anytime she puts her talents to use | she's damn good at it and can play it off just well enough that no one can tell is it real? or she just that good at playing the right notes? ➽➽➽➽ She is well versed in Romani spells and curses, talismans and holistic approaches to the different situations life throws. Something she is very proud of. It's all an ancestral and heritage nuance according to her family; but she knows the truth and is so tangled into the lore and history and learning of it all she can't simply stop - now can she?
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♡ spicy foods ♡ getting tattoos & piercings pain kink? ♡ the smell of gasoline ♡ getting what she wants ♡ dark chocolate ♡ impressing people ♡ horrible, trashy B rated horror films
☒ sequin ☒ eating noises ☒ not getting her way ☒ scratching records ☒ white wine ☒ midday boredom ☒ daytime tv
➽➽➽➽ snooping around town, always looking for spooky and supernatural ➽➽➽➽ tarot and palm reading to anyone at the campus ➽➽➽➽ collecting crystals & enamel pins ➽➽➽➽ hiking around town, around the beach and near the edge of the town is probably her favorite spots
➽➽➽➽ depression, superiority complex, mental instability that goes untreated and misdiagnosed as multiple personalities it's the spirits, honest! claustrophobia
➽➽➽➽ absolutely not. what's the point? especially since it wasn't in the returned spot when she went to grab and use it herself. she would however make sure it wouldn't roll back into her once she turned her back to it. like sticking up on the curb of a median where there's those little grass patches? yeah. there. it's just chaotic neutral enough.
➽➽➽➽ she injured her right knee when she was younger; slipped on some barnacles down by the wharf and it never healed properly. so, when the weather is cold and acting up, so does her knee - slight limp, agitated swelling that sort of thing ➽➽➽➽ hates the idea of crying in front of anyone. will avoid it at all costs ➽➽➽➽ always fidgets with her lip piercings when bothered or nervous ➽➽➽➽ her major at Blackmoore is Business Management with a minor in Paranormal Science / Parapsychology ➽➽➽➽ natural born peddler and will blackmail and swindle you of your coin or other valuables ➽➽➽➽ Phobes has tried numerous times seven to be exact to sell Leader some sick looking crystals, a personal talisman bauble, as well as the ever essential loose tea leaves - both for their special properties and strictly to enjoy when the need arises. All in vain; probably why she was so attracted to them. They were the only one to successfully withstand her snake-oil salesman charm.
➽➽➽➽ What would it take to convince them to kill an innocent person?: she thinks she's already done so. she would have to be fully convinced that they are or would be a danger to her and those she holds close. ➽➽➽➽ Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a desperate situation?: if it was absolutely necessary, she s'pposes so. ➽➽➽➽ Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a non-desperate situation?: no, not willingly. ➽➽➽➽ Does your character enjoy inflicting pain upon others, or having pain inflicted upon them?: a little bit of both. because there are those who absolutely deserve the unrelenting crack of a whip. and not always in a good way. as it pertains to herself? with the amount of tattoos and piercings she has, there has to be some kind of kink involved in it all. right? ➽➽➽➽ Has your character ever committed any crimes? If so, what were they? How severe?:∴ arson tho she wasn't caught ∴ breaking and entering ∴ trespassing ∴ theft ∴ possession of illegal substances ∴ peddling stolen goods ∴ murder ???
➽➽➽➽ Everyone wants something from someone and always at a steal. It just so happens that I happen to get exactly what I want at exactly the right price. Toss around a few blackmailed secrets here and there, planting and picking up little tells, eerily accurate readings and you can get these Bible pushers to do almost anything you want. There isn't anything that can't be leveraged out of the people of Blackharbour. They just need the right... motivation. ➽➽➽➽ If the world ended, or was about to end, what would they do?: Anything and Everything and Nothing at all. Drugs, sex, vandalism... small time shit. Really? I just want to have some me time. Enjoy a fresh danish from the cafe down the street, not the mainstreamed one. Ew, they don't make anything right. The mom and pop shop. Swindle a few poor suckers out of their last dime, for old times sake~ before curling up with my favorite set of cards at the Leap, overlooking the water. Peaceful. Routine. Organized in all the chaos. ➽➽➽➽ Would they like to be a Hero?: Absolutely not. Phoibe Graves isn't anyone's hero. Not even her own. To suggest the question proves you know nothing about the youngest Graves child.
➽➽➽➽ Technically Catholic, but part of the open societal faith that "they are all stars scattered in the sight of God" so take that as you will... ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in that which they worship?: About a 7. There's clearly room for improvement. Everything can be improved upon. I suppose even myself... but why would I do that? ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in themselves?: A rocking 11 baby. I'm the queen. ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in others?: In a select few? Its roughly an 8... like the Club. I can safely measure them in that range. However, my faith in others is more of a 5 or lower. No one is truly worthy of my time, unless ye be worthy. ➽➽➽➽ Does your character consider themselves a sinner?: Who among us is not? ➽➽➽➽ Why?: Her thoughts alone; the fact that she is willing to blackmail, swindle, trick and con people out of their money for simple tips and tricks and not feel the slightest bit guilty.
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what the hell happened...
Phoibe Graves, seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. The epitome of cursed. Originally hailing from Salem, Mass. she and the rest of her family moved to Blackharbour when she was about eleven. Strange place with even stranger people coming into their town soiling their wholesome Christian values with their Romani ways. Of course the Graves were seen as nothing more than a stain to their society. But that didn't stop the locals from seeking the family's guidance and counsel and herbs when it suited them the most. It's not like they were complaining, money was money and if these pretentious Blackharbour folk were willing to part with it, so be it. They had already arrived to the town with a fair amount of coin lining their own velvet pockets, but there was always more to be had. Taking up residence upon the top of the Leap in Hightown. The monetary status of the family seemed to have helped them within the societal brackets with the locals. Something they were pleased with.
The family has made their wealth in a multitude of ways; her father was a broker by trade, always flying out for business, never could be one to stay in one spot for longer than a weekend. Her mother; a Madame of their ancestral craft, which is just a fancy way of saying she's a really, REALLY good con-artist. Though there is some truth to things she spouts off and peddles. It's not like the marks are going to be able to tell either way. The first three Graves children were victims of childhood illnesses and didn't live much past the age of five. Her two eldest sisters however, they continue to live in Salem and will stop by every now and again - only if to beg for money. They didn't inherit the craft their mother so lovingly offered to teach. Instead they married and live lives as stay at home mothers with blogs. Ugh. The only other daughter that lives there in Blackharbour, is one that did learn the craft alongside Phoibe. Talented she is, though there is an ever ongoing competition between the two girls as to who is the better. Something that results in a lot of arguments and petty disagreements. None in front of the customers.
The Graves women host their clients in the parlor room on the first floor of their three storied Victorian home. Incense burners, hanging from the ceiling as well as position in pots of varying sizes around the room, silks and other fine and soft linen draped across the backs of chairs and walls. Pillows of different decor and styles line the floors and backs of wicker and wood chairs, tables here and their stationed almost like shelves would in a store aisle, littered with a multitude of different trinkets and baubles and tomes and books. Things for show or things to be sold and bought? Why not both? If it is to help ease the troubled and weary souls that come walking in through their doors looking for help, then so be it.
Joining the Occult Club wasn't something she actively searched for. It was by pure happenstance that she came across the little haven for souls such as hers. The leader, as they liked to refer to themselves, was an enigma in their own right. But who among them wasn't? Wasn't that the whole point of them starting up this club? She soon found out that, no. That was not the original purpose. But it soon could be... the lot of them got along well. Almost too well. Phoibe was in a constant state of practicing her pitches and tactics to get the other members to buy into her bullshit Faith. A lot of the times it worked, save for a few Adept. It was a safe space, but also a place that made the chaos within the seventh of the seventh feel as if there wasn't any chaos to be had that she didn't actively seek out herself. And that made the coolness within her thaw just a bit.
𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord
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Adroit
Confident
Ambitious
Works best under pressure
Cool, Calm, Calculating
Absolute Instigator
Self Centered
Questionable
Bitchy & Irritable
Arrogant
Punctual to a fault but with a healthy dose of spontaneity too. Intimidating elegance that promises secrets to be uncovered. Confidence with every step. A hint of an Italian accent. No patience for those that waste her time or anyone without a spine. Hides emotions behind a sarcastic smirk. Pride in her appearance. A healthy disregard for studies, accompanied by a habit of skipping class. Always fashionably late. Flirting with those she finds interesting. Good food at fancy restaurants that she doesn’t have to pay for. Competitive with everything she does. Will climb her way to the top. Usually has ulterior motives. Dances as though no one is watching her. Arrogant about her skills. Enticing and intimidating at the same time. Leaves almost everyone on read. Hardly trusts a soul.
𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 ⚬ Red Lips and Dark Clothes ⚬ Unopened Bottles of Red Wine ⚬ Private Jet Trips to Tuscany to Visit 'Family' ⚬ Shots of Tequila When Nobody is Watching ⚬ Husky Seductive Voice ⚬ SM Influencer ⚬ Photoshoot Posts ⚬ Always Fails Tests ⚬ Shiny Black Hair ⚬ Tangled Necklaces ⚬ Lipstick Marks ⚬ Winged Eyeliner ⚬ Lust for Power ⚬ Careful Manipulation ⚬ Deck of Playing Cards ⚬ Bold Faced Lies ⚬ Clenched Teeth ⚬ Slight Paranoia ⚬ Heavy Fog ⚬ Purity into Corruption ⚬ Everything in its Place ⚬ Guilty Vices ⚬ Bad Decisions ⚬ Feeling Trapped ⚬
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sally, Sally, Sal. Italy runs through her veins like the finest of reds from her hometown.
ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴠɪᴇʀɪ ᴄᴀꜱᴛɪɢʟɪᴏɴᴇ; the product of vineyardist Salvatore Castiglione and one of his favorite mistresses; model Lucrezia Cosse. It wasn't a surprise that the successful businessman kept the company of many others, he didn't bother hiding it from anyone. Besides, who was gonna roll on a Castiglione?
The only daughter across all his other children, he took a shine to his little girl more than he thought he would. Her favorite person in the whole world was her father and subsequently she was his. She wasn't named after him for nothing. Salvatore was adamant about teaching his piccola principessa all he knew. And there wasn't anything she didn't get. The world was at her fingertips. Lucrezia, and subsequently the other women in his life, didn't enjoy that one bit. Always shunning her daughter or purposefully making her life more difficult at every turn—at least whenever they spent enough time together for it to matter. She was always in the presence of her father and half brothers, both loving the way he operates and fearing his silent wrath. It excited her to watch him work and she hoped to one day be able to replicate that admiration in her own direction.
Sal took to the family business with ease, much easier than the others. It was around this time that Lucrezia dug her dagger like claws into Salvatore and roped him into marriage. Only after annulling his first wife. It seemed as though she was getting everything. The man of her dreams, her status on the rise once more with the Italian masses. However, it came to light that Salvatore effectively marked his daughter down for the next in line to take over the family business, not his other children or his current wife. Not long after, Salvatore was found dead in his office. The police report marks it as a heart attack, but Sal has a strong feeling that that isn't the case.
Losing her father so suddenly and unexpectedly is enough to send anyone into a spiraling mess of bad decisions with even worse consequences. Sal didn't have time to actually grieve, something many people have told her it's OK to do, before her mother was remarried to an American Judge and she was whisked away to the states, finding herself as the newest member among the Rex children. Throwing herself into anything she can in order to forget about her real life problems was proving easier than she expected; Everything is better if you pretend it is, right?
The Castiglione family business is now under the thumb of her backstabbing, gold digging meretrix of a mother, seeing as how Salvatore never actually got to rewrite it over to Sal before his death. A true tragedy. "She's just going to run it into the ground..." a sentiment that is thought many times a day when it comes to Sal's mother and anything she comes in contact with. A dangerous woman, harboring too many secrets, that has Sal suspicious. But she isn't the only Castiglione with a few secrets herself.
Stabilitatem et salvos; she learned that from her mother. Oderint dum metuant. That was all her father.
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WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?
Spending the day wine tasting and whipping up some authentic cuisine from home. Honestly, they'd be useless without me here. Modeling and chess is something that doesn't take up as much of my time, but it's up there among the preferiti. Catch me sunbathing with a book, wine and as little clothing as possible.
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WHAT DO YOU LIKE? WHAT DO YOU HATE?
✔️✔️✔️ Italy; everything. The Renaissance. A good box of dark chocolate. Red wine is the only wine that matters. High end lingerie; or just clothing in general. Doesn't matter, it typically ends on the floor anyways. Cooking surprisingly; I'm very good in front of the stove. Classic literature. They don't call me the Castling Queen for nothing.
❌❌❌ I don't have to be the center of attention all the time but it's expected of you to give me the option. Who doesn't enjoy getting their way? Smudged makeup; specifically eyeliner. Ugh, Mia madre, tutto viene consegnato a lei. Lei è debole e pigro. White wine should only be a last resort. Disorganization and long distance traveling motion sickness and all. Using or being placed on speaker - ugh, maleducata
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Vampire clichés are just anti-Italian
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WHAT ARE YOU STUDYING?
Majoring in International Relations with minors in Business Management and Law
𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord
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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Tenacious & Diligent
Quick-witted
Adventurous & Wild
Family Oriented
Reckless
Callous
Impatient
Arrogant
Constantly has something sweet in her mouth. A deep love for cars and magical creatures. The loudest one at the party. Sexual innuendos at most times. Smoking weed when things get too heavy. Dancing like no one is watching. Found at the garage with a bag of sour candy. Unable to sit still. Sun tanning pool side. Taking long afternoon naps between classes. One night stands give her strength. Drive fast, take chances. Too wild to tame. Always has 90′s rap playing from her headphones. Cleans furiously when emotions run high. Wakes up really early to enjoy the silence of the world. She can’t stop herself from reacting before she thinks things through.
A E S T H E T I C; ⚬ Grease Stained Fingernails ⚬ Sour Candy ⚬ Moments of Silence ⚬ 90′s Rap ⚬ Resting Bitch Face ⚬ Rebellious Tendencies ⚬ Promiscuous ⚬ Oranges ⚬ Bruised Knees ⚬ Daisy Chains ⚬ Cigarettes ⚬ Lollipops ⚬ Vodka ⚬ Piercings ⚬ Late Night Corner Store Runs ⚬ Summer Heat ⚬ Smell of Gasoline ⚬ Bumble Bees ⚬ Wild Parties
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Saint Vann, the savior of the downtrodden and destitute. Residential wild child of the Santos family; she and her cousin aren't too far cut from the same cloth. With a zest for life and a curiosity level that is unlike her siblings, Vann is the perfect combo of laid back and boisterous. She has her moments for when the situation calls for it and it's like she can pull out those charismatic personalities out of a bag. Growing up in a fairly large family does that to a kid. Always gotta go with the flow of the people around, never one to have the attention on you for very long lest you come off as selfish.
To Vann though, she realized that having a little bit of attention focused solely on herself wasn't half bad. That was when she discovered and experimented with anything she could get her greased stained hands on. An 'irritating attention-seeker when she wants it bad enough' quote from her brothers. Not so holy saint is she. Vann is reckless and impatient; especially if things are not up to her speed and tends to get bored, often leading her to take unnecessary risks in order to keep that wild streak running. Not always does it affect only her...
Who would have believed that Saint Vann is a ticking time bomb? Surprisingly quite a few people. Push her past her breaking point and no one is safe from that barbed tongue of hers. No one is off limits and feelings spared is a cop-out to be true to the nasty self one truly is. Pair that with any substance in her system and there is hardly anything to do but let her run her course. xxx 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ To be determined by overlord
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Adroit
Confident
Ambitious
Works best under pressure
Cool, Calm, Calculating
Absolute Instigator
Self Centered
Questionable
Bitchy & Irritable
Arrogant
Punctual to a fault but with a healthy dose of spontaneity too. Intimidating elegance that promises secrets to be uncovered. Confidence with every step. A hint of an Italian accent. No patience for those that waste her time or anyone without a spine. Hides emotions behind a sarcastic smirk. Pride in her appearance. A healthy disregard for studies, accompanied by a habit of skipping class. Always fashionably late. Flirting with those she finds interesting. Good food at fancy restaurants that she doesn’t have to pay for. Competitive with everything she does. Will climb her way to the top. Usually has ulterior motives. Dances as though no one is watching her. Arrogant about her skills. Enticing and intimidating at the same time. Leaves almost everyone on read. Hardly trusts a soul.
𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 ⚬ Red Lips and Dark Clothes ⚬ Unopened Bottles of Red Wine ⚬ Private Jet Trips to Tuscany to Visit 'Family' ⚬ Shots of Tequila When Nobody is Watching ⚬ Husky Seductive Voice ⚬ SM Influencer ⚬ Photoshoot Posts ⚬ Always Fails Tests ⚬ Shiny Black Hair ⚬ Tangled Necklaces ⚬ Lipstick Marks ⚬ Winged Eyeliner ⚬ Lust for Power ⚬ Careful Manipulation ⚬ Deck of Playing Cards ⚬ Bold Faced Lies ⚬ Clenched Teeth ⚬ Slight Paranoia ⚬ Heavy Fog ⚬ Purity into Corruption ⚬ Everything in its Place ⚬ Guilty Vices ⚬ Bad Decisions ⚬ Feeling Trapped ⚬
𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Sally, Sally, Sal. Italy runs through her veins like the finest of reds from her hometown.
ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴠɪᴇʀɪ ᴄᴀꜱᴛɪɢʟɪᴏɴᴇ; the product of vineyardist Salvatore Castiglione and one of his favorite mistresses; model Lucrezia Cosse. It wasn't a surprise that the successful businessman kept the company of many others, he didn't bother hiding it from anyone. Besides, who was gonna roll on a Castiglione?
The only daughter across all his other children, he took a shine to his little girl more than he thought he would. Her favorite person in the whole world was her father and subsequently she was his. She wasn't named after him for nothing. Salvatore was adamant about teaching his piccola principessa all he knew. And there wasn't anything she didn't get. The world was at her fingertips. Lucrezia, and subsequently the other women in his life, didn't enjoy that one bit. Always shunning her daughter or purposefully making her life more difficult at every turn—at least whenever they spent enough time together for it to matter. She was always in the presence of her father and half brothers, both loving the way he operates and fearing his silent wrath. It excited her to watch him work and she hoped to one day be able to replicate that admiration in her own direction.
Sal took to the family business with ease, much easier than the others. It was around this time that Lucrezia dug her dagger like claws into Salvatore and roped him into marriage. Only after annulling his first wife. It seemed as though she was getting everything. The man of her dreams, her status on the rise once more with the Italian masses. However, it came to light that Salvatore effectively marked his daughter down for the next in line to take over the family business, not his other children or his current wife. Not long after, Salvatore was found dead in his office. The police report marks it as a heart attack, but Sal has a strong feeling that that isn't the case.
Losing her father so suddenly and unexpectedly is enough to send anyone into a spiraling mess of bad decisions with even worse consequences. Sal didn't have time to actually grieve, something many people have told her it's OK to do, before her mother was remarried to an American Judge and she was whisked away to the states, finding herself as the newest member among the Rex children. Throwing herself into anything she can in order to forget about her real life problems was proving easier than she expected; Everything is better if you pretend it is, right?
The Castiglione family business is now under the thumb of her backstabbing, gold digging meretrix of a mother, seeing as how Salvatore never actually got to rewrite it over to Sal before his death. A true tragedy. "She's just going to run it into the ground..." a sentiment that is thought many times a day when it comes to Sal's mother and anything she comes in contact with. A dangerous woman, harboring too many secrets, that has Sal suspicious. But she isn't the only Castiglione with a few secrets herself.
Stabilitatem et salvos; she learned that from her mother. Oderint dum metuant. That was all her father.
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WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?
Spending the day wine tasting and whipping up some authentic cuisine from home. Honestly, they'd be useless without me here. Modeling and chess is something that doesn't take up as much of my time, but it's up there among the preferiti. Catch me sunbathing with a book, wine and as little clothing as possible.
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WHAT DO YOU LIKE? WHAT DO YOU HATE?
✔️✔️✔️ Italy; everything. The Renaissance. A good box of dark chocolate. Red wine is the only wine that matters. High end lingerie; or just clothing in general. Doesn't matter, it typically ends on the floor anyways. Cooking surprisingly; I'm very good in front of the stove. Classic literature. They don't call me the Castling Queen for nothing.
❌❌❌ I don't have to be the center of attention all the time but it's expected of you to give me the option. Who doesn't enjoy getting their way? Smudged makeup; specifically eyeliner. Ugh, Mia madre, tutto viene consegnato a lei. Lei è debole e pigro. White wine should only be a last resort. Disorganization and long distance traveling motion sickness and all. Using or being placed on speaker - ugh, maleducata
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Vampire clichés are just anti-Italian
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WHAT ARE YOU STUDYING?
Majoring in International Relations with minors in Business Management and Law
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