Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Best Exotic

@Salrynn Sweet, Char will be able to get up the colab her and I were working on to bring in two new characters - Get ready to meet Class.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

Okay, went back and turned Cynthia from an NPC to a full character - her expanded on CS is the bottom on in the list now. Enjoy the history part lol

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop @POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @DizzyIsabella @Charnobylisk @Kingfisher @Xtreme @Nallore

Okay, our first world narrative (WN) is up - some of your have specific options in response to your last post, some have a more general bit of information given. I think I covered everyone and such but if I missed something, please let me know! I did rush this post to get it out while the forum was actually behaving. If there is an error I will correct it post haste. (I will respond for my characters later on, right now just wanted to get this out so everyone could get into the thick of things. ^_^)

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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The world of Justice is unlike many places. Crime and corruption run rampant in the streets and it takes those who are wise to the underground life to survive. Some, once they enter the gates of the city, are never able to come back out again. Final breaths are common in this urban jungle sprawl. So, when will yours be drawn? Will you survive what the city has in store for you? Let us find out.

Now we have begun, and your characters are here and accounted for. Some of you all are tucked away in your apartments currently. Those that are and have been there for a time might be a little on edge. The sun can been seen peaking out from a few wisps of clouds above the towering city sky line. The forecast today on the news talks of warm weather but pleasant. The humidity shouldn't be a problem today and allergy alerts are nil. The news goes onto tell you about various happenings within the city and through out the nation. There is even a mention of the block party today, that the people of Boston Heights are finally moving on. You see on the TV if you are watching Lawson with his Cowboy hat waiving like an idiot and telling his ma hi. Like she will see this back in South Carolina but he doesn't care. News breaks to the usual run down of murders and shootings over the last evening. The list is always long, the cops usually have no leads. It is truly amazing that in a city with such a dense population that no one ever sees anything, even when it happens right in front of their face. The murders seem to be random, perhaps a little too random. Nah, that's just Justice. Justice is in the streets and between the sheets for those that care for it. The rest simply mourn at the city graveyard.

This block has not had a party since that dreadful night. Some of you lived in the apartments when it happened. You may remember the day after the block party, when the cops showed up and started knocking on everyone's doors; asking if they had seen anything, was she acting off. To your knowledge everything seemed fine but where you really paying that much attention? I mean it was a party. People were eating, laughing, drinking. Things get blurred quickly. The stretcher was rolled out down the steps of the brownstone, that tell tale black bag with a body within in it being carted off and placed into the back of an ambulance to be taken to the morgue. The place seemed to lose all friendliness after that date and it took months for people to feel safe to come out of their apartments to mingle once again; the front steps where many hung out to chat were empty. Sure it was deemed a suicide but that didn't make many feel any safer. That was Justice for you.

Those of you that moved in after the murder have perhaps heard rumors as other whisper in dark alleys or as plans of the new block party came up. People like to talk, especially about the dead. You could have heard all sorts of things, do you really believe any of it? How come when someone dies suddenly everyone becomes their best friend? Standing in front of news cameras saying what a good soul that person was and how close they were, how much they will miss them. The shallowness of humanity really seemed to come out when someone dies but it isn't hard to see who is truly grieving is it? Those who have the true weight on their shoulders show it in the silence of the black, not the white of the spotlight.

@Dragoknighte Mali has left for her run, earphones in. Can you blame her? The sounds of the streets are loud at all hours of the day. If you want to have any thoughts of your own you are better off blaring music into your ear drums than to try to listen to the jackhammers of roadwork. You have a choice - which way do you go? To the south of Boston Heights, the construction is the heaviest, a lot of the sidewalk is torn up. To the North, things are quieter and there is a park that many go running on but it has all those with pets out there and people aren't really good at cleaning up after their pets. You get the drift. Now, you another option, you could go east - there is no construction that way and no dogs but there is mostly only alleyways to dart down and weave through, which hold their own problems. (Pm Me which direction you chose to get the information for your chosen route and what your character might see.)

@POOHEAD189 Tank has opted to head out and get a bite to eat. Probably a good idea, there will be food at the block party but it won't be for a while. Lawson says hi as you walk by. You will need to head south through the construction to get to any food. The alleyways to the west and the park to the north aren't going to offer you anything. These are your choices for food as you head out. shawarma, ever had shawarma? I haven't but I hear it is pretty good. Tony Stark gives it two thumps up. Baraka Shawarma is the place for it and the owner seems nice enough. Wanting Chinese? Then Best Chinese is the place to go, they didn't get to creative with the title. Then of course next store there is Rock-N-California Rolls, the local sushi joint. There's Seraphim's Bakery on the corner; oh my god, you should try their red velvet doughnuts. Lawson swears by them. Last but not least Is Juno's Greek - a little bit of a dive but hey their mint lamb is to die for and hell the women that work there are second to none on the eyes. (Pm me which place you chose to grab a bit to each at to get the information on the place and what all you may see or hear.)

@Kingfisher Jez is out spending that hard snorted cash, is that bill a little curled from last night? If it is you don't give a damn. Why would you? Nearly every bill in the U.S. has cocaine residue on it. Contact is a bitch, especially in the city. They take you cash, they don't care. It spends like everything else and unlike a card, it is much harder to trace. Where will you head now? The Ritzy District, known as Diamond Quarters is your own personal Rodeo Drive, the clientele might be a little on the high end but there are plenty of slummers about. Outside of your shop there are many more to chose from. Eugene's sells the best hand crafted bike boots and leather pants on the west coast. Tiffany's, yeah, they got the jewelry but are you really into those turquoise boxes? And don't they register ever last purchase? Nah for a slick chick like Jez, it would be better to head down to Crimson and Clover for anything flashy. They know how to protect your privacy. Diamond Quarters is about ten blocks north of Boston Heights. So, time to head to the party or not? (Pm me with which way Jez is headed to get information on what she may see or hear.)

@Nallore @DizzyIsabella @Sigil @Morose @Charnobylisk @Scallop @Xtreme - The rest of you are either still in your apartments or on the street right in front of it from what I am seeing in the posts. Thanks to Cam the tables are out there and ready, most of them are empty so far. Lawson has the smoker going and has managed to finally get the camera's out of there after his little "Hey Ma!" greeting. They might be back. The rest of the block is slowly coming out of their apartments. Some are bringing drinks, some food, some just themselves. A DJ by the name Ally Cranks has set up in the middle of the blocked off street and is getting ready for the festivities, right now though she is just letting a playlist stream through the speakers. It started of soft enough, but as each minute ticks by the music grows louder and louder until you can feel the thump of the base coming up through your feet. The time of day is early afternoon currently and the weather forecast seems to be holding true. That is a first, Ron Fellowman isn't exactly known for giving out the best forecasts but hey that Oompa Loompa is laugh worthy.

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Right now everything seems calm, that is except for the Landlord, who has suddenly appeared with a new door and a carpet cleaner as he heads right down to 2D for the Rose building; muttering nervously to himself about not wanting to even know how a door exploded. Welcome to Boston Heights.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

Adelaide & Lawson

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Location: Grimm High School - Outside
Interacting With: Each Other; Marc; Jess, Ashley; Kai

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"Well that explains it," Lawson chuckled a bit as he sat there. "I say you keep it up, seems this place could use a bit of a happy joke instead of everythang going on," he said in a kind voice before looking over towards the door as he saw it open. He rose from his place, his eyes falling over his Bella. He hated seeing Kai next to her. Looking back at Jas he nodded at her. "Thank ya for the company ma'am. Hope we can talk later. Right now, I think I need to take care of this," he said excusing himself as he began to walk towards Ada.

He kept his eyes on Ada, knowing if he looked at Kai the rage would build again and he would end up decking the man. After seeing how Ada reacted when he first showed up he decided that wasn't the best idea. Granted Marc was watching him closely, following him slowly as Lawson seemed to stalk his way towards Ada. He didn't want a fight breaking out in the middle of the gym between his two best friends but he knew the woman that was between the two would be the cause of it. Marc felt bad for Lawson and for Kai, most of all he felt bad for Ada. She was in the middle of something she never expected.

Ada stood there as Kai set her down, she could feel her heart beating a hundred miles an hour as she watched Lawson come over to her. She swallowed hard. Lawson kept his eyes on Ada and looked down at her ankle all wrapped up. Reaching down he scooped her effortlessly into her arms. "Excuse us," was all he said as he turned his back to the door. Glaring towards Kai for a moment before he carried his wife outside so that they could talk. Ada just kind of rested there in his arms as he did, she didn't curl up to him like she did with Kai. She didn't want to be in his arms and her face showed it. She looked as miserable right then as she had the day of her wedding after they had been pronounced man and wife. The look she gave Kai as she was carried out the door was the same one she had given Ashley when her bouquet was handed back over to her. This was never the life she wanted, this was the life she had settled for.

Marc shook his head a bit as the doors closed and stepped over towards Kai, Ashley and Riley. Taking a deep breath he placed his hands on his hips as he stared at Kai. "Alright bro, I think we need to have a little talk. Ashley, you want in on this?" he asked her as he crossed his arms over his chest. It was more than obvious that Marc was anything but happy right then. He had had this tone with Kai before and it was not good.

Outside Lawson carried Ada over to his truck and kicked the tail gate down. Reaching over he pulled a blanket over the end of it before setting her down. Ada still hadn't said anything. She wasn't exactly sure what to say to the dead man walking. Lawson took a deep breath as he looked at her. She looked so depressed right then and it stung his heart. Reaching over he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Pressing her ear to his chest, his heart beating strong beneath the breast plate. "Hear that Bella? It's only beatin' cause of you. You kept me alive all these years, thoughts of you and your beautiful face," he said softly as he kissed the top of her head. Ada closed her eyes and slowly pushed away from him, Lawson felt like the world became empty as his Bella left his arms.

"Don't say things like that," she said quietly as she looked down at the ground between his boots. "Why not, it's true." Ada shook her head, slowly looking up and off to the parking lot, she could see Kai's truck and all she wanted to do was run to it. "How are you alive?" she finally asked. Lawson reached up and brushed her hair back so he could see her face; tucking the chocolate locks behind her ear. She was so beautiful, just as beautiful as the day he met her.

"I was captured. I was a hostage for insurgents for four years," he told her. Ada sighed softly as he explained his imprisonment. The torture and interrogation. He didn't tell her just how bad it was but he told her enough to understand. He told her about how he kept the picture of her and his wedding ring, how his thoughts would go to her in the middle of everything. How he clung to remembering who she smelt, how she felt, how she looked to get through everything.

"So where have you been over the last year? Why come back now?" she asked as she looked back over to him. Why did he have to wait for now? Then he explained about the rehabilitation, the counseling, and the debriefing he had to go through before they would let him leave. "I ain't even spoke to Ma yet. I had to come to my Bella first."

"Don't call me that," she said as she looked back down.

"Ada please, can we just go home and try to pick up the pieces?" he asked her as he reached out and caressed her cheek softly in his calloused hands. Ada leaned back and pushed his hand back. "You want to go back to him don't you?" Ada didn't answer but the look on her face was all the answer he needed. "Even after all the pain he caused you? After everything you lost because of him!" he growled as he reached over and ran his fingers along the scars on her back. Ada's eyes narrowed and before she knew it her fist had balled up and connected with his jaw. His head whipped to the side and he reached up to rub his chin slightly as he glared at her.

"That wasn't his fault! Don't you ever blame him for that!" she shouted as she shook her hand out, god damn the man had a hard jaw.

"Damn it woman! Why do ya constantly defend him? Just because you love him don't mean he has any feelins' for ya does it? Why you keep fighting to be with someone you know don't love you?" he asked as he flung his hands up in the air.

"In the words of your people... 'Well ain't that the damn pot callin' the kettle black!'" she spat back at him and he froze for a minute, not exactly sure how to retort to that. She had struck truth in her words. He was fighting to keep her in his life and he knew she didn't love him. He had always known. Hell when they had been married he didn't love her either. They just did what was expected of each other by their families. Shaking off the thought he growled a bit under his breath and rolled his shoulders back.

"Don't even try that Marine shit with me Dj, you know that never intimidated me," she warned him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Lawson smiled slightly and nodded. "I know, you were never scared of nothing were you? Strongest woman I ever knew next to Ma. But Ada, this ain't the same. You can't be with this man. Fine, don't be with me but please don't go crawling back to him. He crushed you. You really want to go through that again? Have him turn and walk back outta yer life? Ada, yer better than that. Come on, just come home with me. We will figure this out, together."

Ada shook her head. "He made a mistake. He does love me," she said as she thought back to everything that had happened that day and she felt the blush rise in her cheeks as she thought about being in his arms after all this time. Lawson kicked at the ground, knocking a rock across the parking lot. "Ada, please. When a man loves a woman he doesn't push her away. He keeps her as close as he can no matter what."

"Even if that means keeping her against her will?" she said flatly. Lawson took a deep breath, he was letting his anger get the better of him. He didn't want it to but after everything he had been through only to come back and see his wife in the arms of another was a bit much even for him.

"Listen, I went through hell to get back to you! I hung on because of you!" he began before he tore into a rant about how she owed him for coming back, that she was his wife, that she had to try for him because of everything he had been through. Ada just got angrier and angrier as he spoke.

"How dare you! It sucks that you went through all that but it wasn't my fault! I didn't make you a marine. I wasn't the one that signed you up for another tour of duty. In fact if I remember correctly I begged you not to go! I begged you to stay, not to put yourself in that type of danger again! Remember what you said to me? I am a Marine first, a husband second. And now you want to guilt me into staying your wife? Fuck you! I shouldn't pay a debt a never created just because you guilt me into it! That isn't love!" she screamed at him. She was livid and Lawson knew it. He had never seen her go on like she did and it hurt, it cut deep. What made it so much worse was the salt of truth that was getting rubbed into the wounds. She was right. He had no right to guilt her like he was.

"Ada... I'm sorry, I..."" he said remorsefully as he looked down like a wounded puppy. "But I do love ya Bella. I don't want to see you get hurt by that man again. I know it done sound crazy but isn't a life with a man you know that loves you and would go through hell to be with you even if you don't love him be better than a life worrying he is gonna leave you again?" Looking back up at her slowly he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'd rather take the chance," she admitted quickly. She would. A day of happiness with Kai was worth nearly anything to her. Lawson shook his head, he didn't like the idea, not one bit. "And how can you be sure you even love me really? Sure you hung onto thoughts of me to get through everything but maybe you just did that because it was simplest. It was something solid you had. You had a ring a picture. That doesn't mean you love me. It just means you found something to cling onto."

"Like you have clung to the thought of that Hawaiian all these years?" he countered with acid in his voice. Reaching out he grabbed her behind the head and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply. Ada froze there in her place, her eyes wide open as he stole a taste of her lips. She didn't know what to do at first and then she suddenly pushed him away, hard. Looking at her he was in as much shock as she was. He was expecting her to fall into the kiss, he was expecting himself to. He was expecting his heart to race, for butterflies to flutter in his stomach, for something. He felt nothing when he kissed her.

"Don't ever do that again," she said quietly as she wiped the kiss away on the back of her sleeve. "I'm sorry.... I won't..." he said as he let her go and turned, sitting down on the edge of the truck. They both sat there in silence for the longest time. "Ada, what do I do now?" he asked her quietly.

Ada sighed as she leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt bad for him, he didn't need all this but he needed to realize somethings as well. Right then she figured he had had enough of a reality check for the day. She knew she had. Even though she didn't love him, she did care for him. She always looked at him as a friend. They had gotten along well. They kind of understood each other in a weird way. Sure the marriage wasn't happy and lovey but it had been stable. It was more than many had.

"You start over Dj, you're strong and you'll get through this. You should go let your mother that you are okay. She was crushed at the funeral," Ada said as she looked over to him. Lawson shook his head. "Na, ma doesn't need to see me like this. I need time before I show up at her place. She need to see her boy strong, not broken."

"You aren't broken, you just are healing. It's a process. Why not stick around here? I know it sounds odd but I am here to talk if you want and well Marc is here. So is Ashley and Riley. You know them. They know what is going on. And they won't judge. But if you do stay, you gotta stop giving Kai that look you give right before you start a fight okay?" she said added quickly at the end. Lawson just looked up at the sky.

"I must be fuckin' crazier than Cynthia. But yeah I'll hang out a bit. But I ain't making no promises when it comes to that man. I see one tear come from yer eye and I'll go Marine on him," he said as he rested his hands back against the bed of the truth and leaned back a bit. Ada wasn't going to argue at that point, plus she doubted he would get the first swing. If Kai made her cry again she doubted she would hold back this time either.

"Go on, get inside and get a drink. Go talk to Jess or someone," she said as she slipped off the back of the truck.

"You mean the fake cousin?" he said and chuckled as Ada looked at him wide eyed. "Don't worry she told me it was a prank."

"Oh okay, well just don't blow her cover okay? She's earned this," Ada said and Lawson nodded as he slipped off the tailgate of the truck and pushed it shut. "Now, get in there, I'll be along in a minute," she said and Lawson hugged her quickly before walking off towards the gym. As he did he looked down at his wedding band, his finger running over it slowly before he slid it off. Ada was right, it was time for him to start over.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

Cynthia McMillan - Full CS

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Cynthia McMillan

Character Summary

Name: Cynthia Chase McMillan
Aliases: Cyn
Age: 28
Birthday: Jan 24th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana
Location: Grimm, Indiana
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: None Currently - Still In Outpatient Counseling.
Languages: English/Crazy

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132bs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tons self inflicted scars

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Psychology

Remorseful * Bat Shit Crazy * Understanding * Multiple Personality

Sexuality: A-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Back in high school she was a force to be reckoned with, always driven to get exactly what she wanted. She was harsh, cruel, and unforgiving to anyone that got in her path. She ruled the school in her own mind and in the mind of many others - like a tyrant. She didn't care if she was loved or respected, she wanted to be feared. Fear was a better motivator than anything else when it came to those below her - and to her that was everyone.

The facility changed her though. Years of lock up around other crazies when you are technically sane will eventually drive you into the same madness but with that madness came understanding. She began to see the faces of those she tormented in school in those around her. Though the voices started, she became remorseful to what she had done and even felt for a time that she was where she deserved to be. Not because she had murdered Simone, she hadn't. Least that is what she still says to this day. But because of the way she treated others. This was her punishment for being the Cunt Queen.
Habits: Talking to herself, switching topics quickly, giggling for no apparent reason
Hobbies: Star gazing
Fears:

• Going back to Shadey Pines
• Electroshock Therapy
• Not making amends for what she has done wrong

Likes:

• Eating gummy bears head first - unless it is the green ones, fuck them
• Ada - her only friend over the years, voices stay away when she is near
• Smell of strawberries
• Apologizing
• Wandering off
• Painting pretty pictures

Dislikes:

• Being called Killer
• Being Called Crazy
• The Voices
• Losing the Stars
• Her therapist
• Spicy foods

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History

Thoughts On The Murder: I didn't do it! Yes you did! No I didn't! Well it was your fault! Was it? It wasn't? No it wasn't! Are you sure? I... I don't know. See you could have done it! No I couldn't have! It was your dress wasn't it? Um, yeah. It was your brothers ball bat wasn't it? Yeah... You had her blood on you right? Well yeah. See you did it! I did not! You sure? I'm going to look at the stars...Always the stars with you.

History During H.S.: Oh, I'll try to get this out quick before she comes back. You see in high school I was all that and then some. Everyone loved me! Well not really but I wasn't there to be loved. I was there to be feared! That was how it was supposed to be. My parents raised me to be strong, fierce, and beautiful. I was the trifecta. Hurricane Cynthia!

I was such a sparkling child, I did pageants, was a cheerleader for the youth leagues. I had that spark, everyone noticed me. I loved it, I wanted that always. My mother always told me I would be a star, she was right. I was. There was nothing I couldn't do, well except for feel bad for people or give two shits about what was going on with them. If they were in my way they would need to be removed quickly. I mean seriously, off my golden brick road bitches! This is my place!

Ugh, Senior year. I was still fierce but people were plotting against me. I mean why would they want to do that to me? Sure I stepped on some toes but I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Well it may not have been true to them but it was truth in my own mind. That was what mattered wasn't it? I mean, I was the Queen... Until Ash got in the way...

History Since Graduation: Shit, she's back... Yeah I am back. Hello... What were you talking about? Nothing.. Oh you mean you were rambling about your golden days in high school. Yeah... Well stop that, it is what got you here in the first place. No it wasn't! Bitch please, had you been less of a caustic acid on the blight of that high school maybe you wouldn't be in this mess! Oh shut the fuck up! You shut up! Would you stop it, these people want to know what you have been doing since high school. Oh right, sorry. Shall we continue. Let's. Thank you. Suck it. What was that? Nothing...

Anywho, you see we were put in here and we didn't belong here. They know that. Well I am just restating it. Oh okay, continue. Like I was saying. Those idiots tossed us in here, everyone thought we did it. Well not everyone. True, there were some that knew we didn't but they didn't do anything about it. Well Ada did. Yeah she did. Birthdays were nice. Wish she had come more. Me too. You agree with me? Yes, on that. Wow, I wasn't expecting that. Shut up and let me talk! You are always talking. Because no one understands you. You do. Well I am you. And I am you so if they understand you they understand me. Don't count on that.

Then the shocks started. Do we really have to tell them about that? Yes, they need to know. I can't. I got it. Okay. The shocks started and that is when I came out. I was always there but I was quiet back then. Hard to believe. Excuse me? Well, just saying you ramble so much now it is hard to believe you were ever the quiet type. I am just making up for all those years of regression. That's your excuse? If I could hit you I would. Try it bitch!

We are getting no where. Well we did get somewhere. We got released. Yeah, thanks to Ada. Yes, thanks to Ada. We are home now and trying to put the pieces back together. We have to tell them. Tell them what? Tell them who did it. You figured it out? Yeah I did remember? Oh yeah. When? Soon. Why not now? Cause I want to go look at the stars... Fucking stars.

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Extras

Character Quote: I'm someone special
Theme Song: Two Steps From Hell - Archangel
High School Clique: The Preps
Voted: Most likely to end up on Real Housewives of Grimm
Why: You're A-Typical Trophy Wife In The Making
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS~

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Astrid Hansen

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Astrid Hansen

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Character Summary

Name: Astrid Bodil Hansen
Aliases: Valkyrie
Age: 34
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: Norwegian-American
Birth Place: Minneapolis Minnesota
Location: Georgia Renaissance Festival
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Shield Maiden (Viking Reenactor)
Languages: English/Norwegian

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous Viking inspired tattoos that cover a large portion of her body. Several ear piercings. Multiple scars on her flesh; arms, legs, back.

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Psychology

Fiercely Loyal * Sarcastic * Adaptable * Snarky

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual (Usually preferring males)
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Astrid might has well have been born a thousand years ago. Even though she was born in a large city and raised there her views are still tucked away in the Viking ages when it comes to many thing. She actually enjoys not having electricity and surviving off the land. Every day is like she is raiding and pillaging some new town. If it weren't for all the Walkers running around this would be her perfect idea of life.

She is a survivor, even before the outbreak, and loyal to a fault when it comes to her friends. If you become one you will have one until you die because in her mind she isn't going to die until she is ready. Damn the Walkers. She can be kind and is very motherly in her ways but she is rather rude at times. She is sarcastic and has a snarky streak that runs a mile long. Thankfully most don't see this side because it usually comes out in Norwegian instead of English, but the look on her face can give her away. She cannot keep a secret to save her life and what she says is always truth, sometimes too much truth. To get around this though she will speak in riddles from time to time. She won't lie but she will circumvent telling you the all out truth if she can avoid it when needed.
Habits: Braiding her hair, picking at hew nails
Hobbies: Star gazing
Fears:

• Losing her sword
• Having to put down a friend
• Snakes

Likes:

• Reading
• Polishing her sword
• Talking in Norwegian so others don't know what she is saying
• Gardening
• Taking care of her horse
• Cold days

Dislikes:

• The Heat - Why the fuck are we in Ga again?
• People messing with her braids
• People messing with her horse
• People touching her things
• Coffee
• Getting more stitches

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Cards On The Table

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Shield Fighting
• Horse Riding
• Bow
• Viking Survival Skills

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Fletching
• First Aid
• Axe Throwing
• Animal Husbandry
• Leather Tanning
• Basic Medical

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - leather corset, leather pauldrons, leather tassets, leather belt, linen viking period shirt, fitted trousers, knee high leather boots, various leather pouches, numerous pieces of vikingesque jewelry, sword sheath, under clothing
• Shield
• Long Sword
• Viking Throwing Axe
• Horse
• Standard
• 2 litter bottle with various types of sand in it
• Dried meats
• Patches of leather
• Sexy fun stuff

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History

Your First Walker Encounter: Heat stroke his one of the people that were coming to the faire. It didn't surprise her, the person was all dressed up not only in leather armor but chainmail and the heat had set in early. They thought they could handle it, they couldn't. The body was moved to a tent to stay there until the paramedics showed up. They showed up too late. The corpse decided it had had a long enough nap and began to go on an eating rampage through the faire. Apparently Ale and Turkey legs were not on its Weight Watchers Point Program. A sword to the skull later and Astrid had made her first true kill. It wouldn't be her last.

History Before Outbreak: Life for Astrid before the break out was anything but your typical childhood. Daughter of two Norwegian-American's she was raised in the old ways. Her parents helped to start the reenactment movement for Viking History in the northern part of the country and when she was born she became part of that life. She never attended school properly, instead her mother homeschooled her. Astrid loved it. Every weekend they were off to some other part of the country, educating people on the ancient ways of the Vikings.

As she got older her parents started to train her in warfare. How to handle a sword, a shield, and more. She was a shield maiden of old in her mind and it was an honor to carry on the family legacy. She quickly became the lead Shield Maiden in the troops reenactments, leading her people into "battle". The more believable they could make it the better. Week days were spent training and readying more good to sell to those that visited the various reenactment locations. Much of the down time was spent braiding girls hair for a price to bring in more money.

After a time Astrid ended up being an extra in several movies and t.v. shows that focused on vikings. Wardrobe loved her. She always showed up in full gear, her hair braided wildly only made it that much better for them. She enjoyed it but she hated hearing the word "cut." She eventually stopped the minor acting career and returned to her troop. The next stop - The Georgia Renaissance Festival. Six weeks of Georgia heat in leather armor? Oh yay, but hey she would get to show off her shield skills once again. Why not?

History Since Outbreak: The first couple of years after the outbreak were decent enough, at least as decent as they could be in the middle of the end of the world. The place had supplies and walls, that was a big step up from what most had. Not only that it had people, people who were used to living without the modern things. People who had spent years if not a life time holding on to the past. Those skills became invaluable during that time. Being able to live off the land and know how to handle a fight was a priceless endeavor.

Astrid ended up doing what she always did, she fought. Granted now it wasn't against others in some staged battle, this was real. But when you are killing monsters, it doesn't seem so bad. At least not later, the first kills are always hard. You still see your friends in those lifeless eyes. You know what they did when they were alive, you remember laughing with them. After a time it isn't so hard and it becomes second nature. Then comes the point where you start killing those that are alive. At first it is a last resort, to save yourself. You instead of them. After that you start weighing people, are they worth it? Will they become trouble? Even with the living you become less attached.

If killing the dead and the living isn't bad enough there is always something else. Eventually food stores run low or disease gets in. A simple flu starts killing people and those people while knowing about the past know very little about modern medicine. Death tolls rise quickly and you are left standing there as you see everything you have fought to protect fall to ash around you. Do you stay or do you go? By the time that happened there were only her and one other left. They couldn't keep the large area going alone, didn't matter how fierce they were.

Packing up a cart, burying supplies and bracing the walls as best they could they set off. They needed a new home or at least new people. So it began, the next year of their lives. Astra kept the woman close, learning from her and teaching her. The two are sisters in arms now and even though Astrid has retreated to this place in her mind of a true shield maiden, it has been a good place to stay for now. Though, how long can she remain in that state until it fully takes over and she forgets everything of a normal life. Is there such a thing anymore? Doesn't matter, you still keep moving.

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Extras

Character Quote: Lo there do I see my father; Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers; Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Theme Song: Tyr - The Lay Of Our Love
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I have lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: Over a dozen
Why: It's a bad idea to think you can rape and pillage a Viking woman
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS's~

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Relation Sheet

Astrid Hansen

{"Mouths closed, ears open."}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies

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☮ Ashton Holloway ☮
"You talk too much."
Astrid isn't much for talking which works for her and Ash. He isn't a bad guy and has a lot on his shoulders trying to keep this place running, especially with that vocal southern chic as his second. Astrid does what she can to help out around the place and when there is down time she can sometimes be found drinking with Ash. Neither really say a lot to each other but the silence between them isn't awkward. They will talk from time to time if they need to get something off their chests but other than that it is pretty quiet. He seems to need time to get over everything that happened the day she arrived in Newnan and a month in her mind is not nearly enough.

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☯ James Grady ☯
"Makes good food."
Astrid doesn't talk much to James, granted she doesn't talk much to anyone. He is friendly enough and she will smirk from time to time at his antics but that is about it. Their jobs don't have them really talking much at all and it is more of a passing thing. She doesn't have anything against him but she doesn't exactly have anything towards him either. Not a bad guy but like with a lot of people in Newnan she thinks he talks to much.

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☯ Kristina Smith ☯
"Who? Oh her."
Astrid really doesn't know Kristina on any level other than passing each other when Kris visits Sophia in the infirmary; at which time Astrid will turn and walk away to leave the two alone. She is not sure what to make of the girl, one minute she can seem caring, the next she can do something that seems to make the Leader of Newnan want to rip someone's throat out. Country Chic seems to be working with her some, so Astrid leaves it be and doesn't really pay much attention to it since she is busy enough between her work in the Infirmary and having to teach these folks how to defend themselves.

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§ Richard Johnson §
"Hey Sexy."
Astrid had a one night stand with Richard one evening. She didn't think anything about it until she was confronted by a very angry Southern Woman the next day. That was when she found out that Richard and Zoie had been a sort of item. Since then things have been tense with Richard and Astrid has fun with it. She isn't trying to get back in bed with the man but she likes fucking with him and making him worried that Zoie will take it the wrong way. God help him if he comes into the infirmary, she will have a much too sexy bed side manner just to frustrate him. Serves him right in her book, he should have told her he was tumbling in the hay with more than one girl.

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☯ Zoie Crawford ☯
"She'll enter Valhalla."
Astrid and Zoie don't really talk outside of work. After the thing with Richard it is better that way but thankfully neither woman has any real issue with the other. They work together well enough to get the job done and everything. Astrid sees her when she comes to see Froggy and for other things as well but they keep their talks about work only. She knows better than to bring up Richard around her, girl is still stinging from that.

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⚜ Victor Bonheur ⚜
"Good doctor, good teacher."
Astrid respect anyone that has the knowledge and skill and personality fitting of a doctor. The man does a lot of good and has taught Astrid a lot over the last month while she has been working in the infirmary. It started out as more of a muscle position to help the Frenchman move things around and keep people that annoyed him away but slowly she has become a nurse in a way in the ward. She is a quick student and he has lent her several books from the infirmary on emergency medical care for her to study, which she spends a lot of down time reading.

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☯ Sophia Harris ☯
"She's in pain."
Astrid has spent a good deal of time with Sophia over the last month since she is assigned as the Doctor's second in the infirmary right now as her main job. Astrid doesn't say much but she has tried to keep the girl as comfortable as possible. She went through a lot having to have her hand amputated and Astrid feels bad for her on some level, even if she does not vocalize it. Sophia has brought about a softer side of Astrid from time to time; usually in the form of just sitting next to her and reading to her while she is resting or finding some type of sweet treat for the young one to snack on.

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Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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♫ Bridgette Vinters ♫
"Sister Valkyrie"
Astrid and Bridgette have been together since the beginning of the outbreak, not something many people can claim these days. Astrid adores Bridgette in more ways than one. She loves her like a sister of battle, has her back no matter what, and would happily gut anyone that screwed with her. Granted she knows that Bridgette is more than capable of taking care of herself but that doesn't mean she won't step in when needed, if only to keep Bridgette from saying a bit too much. The two have shared a bed more than once but as far as romance goes there is none. Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of release and it's easier with someone you trust.

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☮ Agnes Johannsson ☮
"Good hair, good frame"
Astrid and Bryn are friends but some might not know it. They really don't say anything to each other, more of a series of nods and grunts between the two. What gives away that they enjoy being around each other usually comes once it gets dark outside. More than once you can find these two, along with Bridgette, around a fire. Bridgette going on and on as she always does, Bryn sitting on the ground in front of Astrid and Astrid in a chair behind Bryn as she braids her hair. The three have an understanding; Chicks before Dicks.

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§ Niesha Burkstien §
"Get out until Doc is off shift."
Astrid half the time just wants to duct tape Neisha's mouth shut but unless she is told to by one of the Leads or the girl steps too far out of line she doesn't. Astrid is the muscle now when it comes to the infirmary and if Doc is in there, Astrid has to play buffer between Froggy and Niesha. She thinks the girls heart is in the right place but that she doesn't think before she speaks and even when she does she spends way to much time talking.

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Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Scallop @POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @DizzyIsabella @Charnobylisk @Kingfisher @Xtreme @Nallore

Okay, if I have the count right, all main characters have been introduced. As long as the forum is playing nice tomorrow I hope to catch up and post our first world narrative. These will provide general information such as weather as well as various options to certain characters in play. (Kind of hard to explain but will make sense when you see it.)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Tatiana Newnan

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Tatiana Newnan

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Character Summary

Name: Tatiana Lobov Newnan
Aliases: Tati, Solovey
Age: 30
Birthday: October 31
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: Kirov, Kirov Oblast, USSR
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Nyet!
Occupation: Ballerina/Dancer
Languages: Russian(Mother Tongue)/English(Fluent but broken)

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Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Auburn
Skin Tone: Porcelain dotted with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, Tattoo - Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test, Scar - Numerous small ones she has acquired since the outbreak. Massively spread scarring on her back.

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Psychology

Protective * Guarded * Unwavering * Moody * Calculating* Paranoid

Sexuality: Depends on the day
Relationship Status: Married to Jack Newnan
Personality: Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. Too much pain from her childhood has caused to her be very protective about those she cares about, always afraid she is about to lose someone else in her life. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down, judged, or harmed. She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she came to the U.S. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself.

Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with unreasonable Prima's if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. Tatiana has never dealt what happened when she was a child and the combined problems since the outbreak; this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.

Over the last months she has learned to be more relaxed around the people of Newnan, having gotten to get to know them on a deeper level. She is bubbly and bright around them, especially the kids. She is still as nervous as ever around those she doesn't know but she is starting to deal with it better.

Since she has split up with the group, Tatiana has changed a lot. She still remains basically the same but she has been through a lot. Pregnancy and giving birth have kept her sane but the things she had to do to survive tested even her resolve. She is paranoid now and for good reason. People thought the folks in Eden were bad? She could attest she ran across worse.
Habits: Smokes, scratches at the back of her hand
Hobbies: Ballet
Fears:

• Wolves
• Solitude
• Losing someone else she has grown close to
• Never finding Jack
• Losing her child

Likes:

• Nightingales
• Coffee
• Symphonic Metal
• Traveling
• B-Rated Movies
• Cheesy Romance Novels
• Rorschach Inspired Art
• Tattoos
• Ballet
• Smoking
• Sleeping

Dislikes:

• Drunks
• Running into loved ones that have been turned
• Judgemental People
• Losing Inspiration
• Being Interrupted
• Know-It-Alls
• Vodka
• Most people these days

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Cards On The Table

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Scavenging
• Athletics
• Survival
• Orienteering
• Water Purification

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Pistol
• Conning
• Basic First Aide
• People Reading
• Games
• Ability To Play Monopoly Without Breaking Up
• Psychology
• Counseling
• Close Combat Fighting
• Child Psychology

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Hiking boots, black slimfit jeans, underclothes, black tank top, white t-shirt, grey long sleeve over shirt, olive outdoor coat, small studded earrings, several black jelly bracelets, belt, knife sheath on belt, pistol waistband holster, compass necklace, wedding ring
• Elk Ridge Hunting Knife
• Baby Bag
  • Diapers
  • Changes of clothing
  • wash clothes
  • Jars of baby food
  • Tube of lip stick
  • Road Flare

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History

Your First Walker Encounter: Rumors had been going around about how other areas of the country were falling to a flue type outbreak but in the middle of the Nevada desert things seemed okay. That was until it wasn't. The fever began to take people and soon the city of sin was turned into a war zone; one that reminded Tatiana of the cities back in Russia when things collapsed. Resources were low and it was hundreds of miles to get to the next city; people rioted but the shows had to go on and did until the very end. During what turned out to be Tatiana's last performance a man took ill during the first act, he was dead by the end of it and everything was put on pause while they awaited EMT's to remove the body. Tatiana was standing on stage watching as the scene unfolded and was horrified when she saw what she thought was a dead man grab one of the EMT's and start to rip the mans flesh off his bones with his teeth. She ran off backstage and grabbed her things before heading out the back door and into the streets; her survival instincts kicked in; at least flight had at that point.

History Before Outbreak: Tatiana was born in Russian during the tail end of U.S.S.R. and was forced from Kirov to many other places in Eastern Europe throughout childhood as a refugee. Jumping from camp to camp to avoid the wars that always occurred when a large empire crumbles to dust. This continued for years and put her through what she believe would end up being the hardest years of her life, ones she does not speak of but when mentioned one can clearly see there is pain behind her vibrant eyes even to this day.

Once the fall of the Soviet Union settled down she was able to return back to the city of her birth. There she stayed, living in peace, studying ballet and going to school until her sixteenth year. An American Ballet Company offered her a chance to move to the U.S.A. to study. She jumped at the chance and was eager to start a new life in a new world. It would be a chance to become something other than just another local girl who dreamed of becoming a Prima.

Transferring to the U.S. was difficult, since she did not speak the language but with the help of tutors she was able to grasp the language and ended up getting her GED while working with the ABC to further her dance interests. Ballet came first, everything else was second. This was how things had to be if she ever wished to become something great. Though it seemed not to matter how good of a dancer she was or how much talent lay within her, due to her build she was always placed at the back of the pack.

In 2005 she opted to try taking a new direction with her dance and decided to move to Las Vegas Nevada. A city of Sin perhaps but also a place where those whose dreams would not come true elsewhere could come true there. That is if the luck of the draw was in your favor. For Tatiana it was. She found work with a production company as a back up stage dancer and quickly worked her way up to be the headlining performer. For the year before the outbreak she was happier than she ever had been, dancing on stage six nights a week as the star of a show that was designed just for her. She thought the worst in life was finally behind her, she was so terribly wrong.

History Since Outbreak: For the first few weeks after the outbreak began Tati spent locked up either at the performance hall she used to perform at or locked away in her apartment. Her life growing up as a refuge and in a crumbling economic setting had created a bit of a hoarder within her. Ever since she had become comfortable in Vegas she had kept supplies. Food, bottle water, medicine. Anything she came across that she wished she had had more of during those refuge years made its way into her apartment.

She ended up deciding one day to try to see what was going on outside and began to search the streets; trying to find information if things would get any better since the net and tv no longer worked. Maybe she would find someone she knew. It would be something; anything was better than the solitude at that point. Solitude was the worst part of being a refuge after the starvation and pain. Sometimes it could actually be worse.

Tati was rounded up and taken to a camp, a supposed safe zone. She knew better than that. The place was like every other refuge or interment camp she had ever been in. It was no better. This many people who were hungry and scared crowded together in a small space never did well, add to that that there was an illness of some sorts causing things to go wrong made it so much worse. Disease spread in small confines. The only solace she found was when Davina found her. The two made a plan to get out and get away.

Since then they have been together; jumping from group to group when needed but mostly trying to stick it out on their own. The less people in a group that better. Two seems to be their perfect number. Both know enough to balance out the other and keep the pair going. Whether it is when Davina has to con a group to let them in for a short time or they are stranded in the middle of no where and Tati has to use skills she wished she would never have to again to keep them going. Either way the pair have survived this long and made it almost to the east coast after all this time. In Ga now, supplies are running low, it's time to find another group for a short period of time.

Tatiana loved her life in Newnan. She found a home, a family, a love, and even a marriage. Then it all fell apart. She was lucky, Froggy found her but then after the baby was born, he went missing going to find formula. She hasn't seen him since. A cat has been on her tail, that damn orange cat but he comes and goes. She has done what she has to to survive but she doesn't want to talk about it. Maybe she will, for now though, everything is about keeping her child alive and finding Jack.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Life goes on long after the heart stops beating."
Theme Song: Unstoppable By Sia

How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Enough to stay alive
How Many People Have You Killed: 27
Why: I learn long ago, humans can be greatest monster
Anything Else: ~provided in previous Cs's~

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Relation Sheet

Tatiana Newnan

{"I still dance, vorld still needs beauty."}
⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💗 Jack Newnan 💗
"I found him"
Finally after finding Jack, she can relax a bit but she hasn't. Not really. Being on the move constantly has kept things tense between the two of them. Sure she is still madly in love with him but Jamie comes first. She still hasn't told Jack what happened, maybe one day she will - when they can let their guard down enough to worry about the past but right now surviving the present is the biggest concern.

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💞 James Sally Newnan 💞
"My Baby"
Tatiana would kill for Jamie, she has killed for Jamie. She has done far worse. She will continue to do so. She doesn't care. She would spit in the face of god and take an eternity in hell to keep Jamie safe and sound. Every night she tells little Jamie about Jack and just how much Jack loves Jamie even if the two haven't met.

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💛 Riley Ridgeway 💛
"She has my trust for now."
They were friends before Newnan fell and it took some time but Riley is good like that and Tatiana feels okay around her. Not fully there yet but they have made headway. Perhaps it was Riley losing Chloe that lead to it but Tatiana is willing to let Riley handle Jamie a bit and such. Still not as close as they once were but maybe one day.

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💕 Ash Holloway 💕
"He is like big brother"
It has been hard to have Ash around, he is a reminder of James but that hasn't stopped Tatiana from being close to the man. He is like a brother to her, or more so she is the annoying little sister. He is Jamies God father after all so if her and Jack die, it is up to Ash to keep Jamie going.

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♨️ Amelia Payne ♨️
"Not sure yet"
Tatiana isn't sure what to think about Amelia yet. Sure she seems to be with Riley and okay but Tatiana is paranoid and the two weren't exactly close before the fall of Newnan. Tatiana is slow to trust and right now what little trust she has is reserved for a few. Sure she could probably be better around Amelia if things were different but right now she knows not to trust everyone and so Amelia is the one getting the short end of the stick.

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7 Steps to finding an RP partner (Warning: Not for the easily offended)

@Denalz I believe this is the most beautiful 1x1 interest check I have ever seen. ~tear~