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Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

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“One more song! One more song! One more song!”

The crowd’s chant gave her such a rush, and as Charlotte looked between her fellow band-mates a smile spread across her face. Her eyes flicked between Ben Miller, their vocalist; Stefan Beaumont, their drummer; Joaquin Hernandez, her partner in crime and secondary guitarist; and then finally Damian Smith, their bassist. In that moment it was as if they all shared a collective brain, further reinforced by the fact that their drummer began playing the rhythm of the exact song Charlotte had been thinking of starting. A song that truly fit the mood of the amazing day that it had already been, and that it was going to be when she arrived at the reunion. One More Time.

This feeling never got old. From the days she had toured with Bring Me the Horizon all the way through to today, seeing the crowd absolutely enthralled with their music was nothing short of intoxicating. The feeling was only ever dwarfed by the demand for just one more taste of the music before the show came to a close.

Charlotte looked out across the crowd of almost 20,000 people that stood before them, cheering them on. Then, as if an automatic response, her fingers began to strum the opening notes of One More Time when the drummer stopped the beat. For those brief moments, only the sound of those notes was heard in the Kaseya Center as the crowd went silent. And then as if on command, the crowd went wild as the remaining members of the band took up their roles once more following Charlotte’s lead. The characteristic fast-paced kick-drum beats, upbeat vocals and heavy guitar riffs once again filled the stadium through enormous speakers that flanked the band on all sides.

Sometimes you gotta go down swinging
Get up, get up feel the kick drum beating
One more time
One more time, tonight
Sometimes you gotta fight that feeling
Get up, get up feel your heart still beating
One more time
One more time, tonight

Charlotte’s fingers flew a cross the fret-board of her guitar with the precision of a military sniper and the speed of a first-time meth-user, now playing face to face with Joaquin as they entered the chorus. The two of them matched each other’s energy, staring each other in the eyes with shit-eating grins on their faces as they mouthed the words to the band’s favorite song to play.

As the song came to the bridge before the last chorus, Charlotte paced up to the very edge of the stage playing directly to all of the cheering fans in the front row, singing harmony into the tiny headset as she did.

I don't wanna feel down down down
When nobody's around round round
I don't wanna feel down down down
When nobody's around

For the final chorus she moved alongside their vocalist and once again sang in harmony as her heavy guitar notes rang out across the crowd. As the final lyrics came to end she jumped up onto the speakers in front of them, hanging precariously off of the edge of the stage as she played the final notes of the song. Her right hand picked the strings effortlessly as she closed her eyes. A brief silence fell over the stadium as the song ended, before the roar of the crowd’s cheering returned once more.

“THANK YOU, MIAMI!!!”

Ben Miller’s voice rang out over the crowd’s cheer as Charlotte removed the guitar-strap from her neck and rested the instrument on its stand. Her heart pounded in her chest as she paced to the front of the stage, sweat running down her forehead. She ran a hand through her hair before calling out across the crowd once more.

“THIS WAS THE PERFECT END TO OUR INTERNATIONAL TOUR, RIGHT AT HOME!”

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An hour later, the red-head flew down the interstate on her Yamaha R6 sport-bike. They had finished a bit later than she had expected and Charlotte was now a fair bit behind schedule. In the short time since the end of the show, she had managed the time for a very brief shower and redoing of her makeup, before grabbing the bag she had pre-packed and rushing out the door once again. Donning her favorite white jeans, a matching white crop top and a white and red leather jacket overtop, she almost matched her bike’s color scheme perfectly. All be design of course.

A light ringtone rang through her helmet, answered with the tap of her finger on the Bluetooth module on the side of her helmet.

“Hey Dad, what’s up?”

“Hey honey, just wanted to congratulate you on yet another incredible tour! I was able to catch the last 20 minutes or so after finishing up at the studio and once again you nailed it. The sound techs also did yet another fantastic job with your audio, you could really feel the kick drums.”

In the background, Charlotte’s mother could faintly be heard yelling out a congratulations.

“Thanks dad—and thank mom for me, I heard that!” Charlotte stifled a laugh.

“Anyways, I know you’re occupied for the next little bit. Have fun and we’ll see you around the studio to start working on that next album. Love you kiddo.”

“Love you too guys.” Charlotte smiled under her helmet before hanging up the call.

Charlotte mulled in the comfort of her parents’ words for a moment, smile still ever present on her face.

“Hey Siri, play Running Miles by Hippie Sabotage.”

Charlotte backed off the throttle as the calm song began playing through her helmet speakers, enjoying the evening sun as she cruised down the interstate towards Miami harbor. The warm breeze blew across her sending a subtle chill up her spine. The polarity of her evening began to dawn on her now, going from a high-octane performance in downtown Miami to a calm, gentle cruise where she felt completely at ease. Charlotte felt like a different person off-stage, but not in a bad way. It was almost like living two different lives. Being famous enough to have recognizable face on stage, but being also being able to change clothes and makeup before disappearing into the background. Sure, a few superfans had seen past her guise in the past, but it had been many years since the media had followed her around.

As she left the interstate, Safe with Me began playing and she couldn’t help playing a gentle air guitar with her right hand as she guided the motorcycle with her left. The harbor quickly approached, the backdrop a beautiful scarlet sky with some easy-going clouds to provide a bit of drama. The perfect night, truly.

She pulled her bike in next to an unfamiliar F-150 before dismounting and removing her helmet, taking a moment to straighten her hair in the truck’s side mirrors before removing her jacket. After all was packed into her bag—and her helmet ever-present under her arm, she walked out onto the dock to the only boat that could possibly be The Thousand Sunny. A deep breath and a minor heart flutter, Charlotte’s nervousness about this reunion suddenly reared its head. All she’d hoped was that at least Beckett would be present. Barring that, she had brought her Les Paul guitar and a mini-amp through some precarious packing on her bike. Then maybe she could provide some vibey tunes and give her ex-classmates a new impression of her.

Another woman had beat her to the ship, it seemed, as Charlotte paced up behind Priscilla. Something was familiar about her face, but more as a deja-vu type feeling. A stranger met in passing many years prior, kind of feeling. She paced up next to Pris, placing her bag, guitar, and helmet down on the dock before staring out to the water.

“I feel like I’ve met you before, but my brain’s giving me some mixed signals about that thought. Are you here for the King’s reunion?”

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Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Charlotte Hayes

_{Give me something to believe in,
Or throw me in the deep end.
It all feels the same with your eyes closed.}

^{Char, Charmander ⚓ 27 ⚓ Lead Guitarist of The Last Light ⚓ Sydney Sierota ⚓ 00CED1}

⚓ A B O U T M E

• At a glance: Charlotte Hayes is a situational extrovert, most well known as the lead guitarist for the hard-rock/metal band The Last Light. An absolute powerhouse of a musician and fearless on stage, but much more tame and down-to-earth when not performing. Charlotte is also the founder and owner of Allegro Espresso, an upscale coffee house in the Florida Keys where musicians of all kinds are welcome to perform.

• Family: The epitomy of zero-to-hero, Charlotte was taken in from the foster care system at a young age by the Hayes family, a wealthy family in Palm Beach largely known for the Hayes Record Company. Her biological parents remain unknown to her to this day. Her adopted father, Jonathan Hayes, is the founder and CEO of Hayes Record Company. Her adopted mother, Samantha Hayes, was largely a stay-at-home mom to Charlotte until she graduated from King's, and now assists in managing the Allegro Espresso Coffee House.

• Life Before and At King's Academy: After her adoption, Charlotte quickly took to music as a way to bond with her new parents. She quickly took the spotlight in Florida celeb news as the Hayes' child prodigy for her incredible talent on the guitar, leading to many brand deals and TV appearances on talk-shows. By time her application to King's was accepted, Charlotte had already been on tour as a guest appearance with the likes of Five Finger Death Punch, Three Days Grace and Bring Me The Horizon.
  
  At King's, her life slowed down a bit as she focused on academics. Music never left her life mind you, as Charlotte could usually be found in the music room in her off hours. Briefly bullied for her uncovered "dirty and poor" childhood (proceeded by more interviews and TV spots), she found her place with the skater kids of King's and quickly learned to lay low. She graduated with a middle-of-the-pack GPA before turning her focus completely back to music.

• Leading Up To The Reunion: Having started her band The Last Light in the music room at King's, she eventually found the remaining members of her band while travelling the US and Canada, hopping to every show she could find to recruit. An easy feat given the family name and record label attached to it, The Last Light quickly rose to the top of the hard-rock charts and enjoyed all of the benefits that came with. They performed in venues that ranged from the smallest bars in backwater towns, to sold out crowds of 20,000+ at Madison Square Garden.
  
  With some of the spoils of stardom, Charlotte recently founded the Allegro Espresso mentioned prior. Though their mission is to support any and all musicians in their journey to fame, they also pride themselves on fair-trade and humanitarian aid, with a large portion of proceeds going towards aiding the homeless. Charlotte will even occasionally moonlight there as a barista.

• Other Details:
  
  • She has a green-cheek conure named Maximillian that has been with her on almost every tour.
  • Though she owns many guitars, her two favourites are her Gibson SG (pictured above) and a blue Les Paul Custom.
  • She owns a house in Palm Beach where, with the help of her adopted father, has built a custom recording studio for the band.

_{The fictional band The Last Light's style is based off of I Prevail}

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Sofia Rose

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Nicknames

Sofie, Detective Rose

Age

Twenty-Nine Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Recently broken up, not dating.

Occupation

Police Detective for CITY PLACEHOLDER

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Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

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Slow deep inhale… … … and a gentle controlled exhale as Bruna let the inconspicuous vape pen fall from her lips. A mellow and subtle buzz spread throughout her head as the marijuana went to work to keep her mind relaxed on an otherwise emotionally exciting night. There were a hell of a lot of people she was seeing for the first time since high school, and there were a fair few of those faces that belonged to people she was far less than friends with. It was the price Bruna paid while riding with the posse that was The Fearsome Foursome, and a price that she probably made skyrocket with her constant bullying of a few notable King’s Academy members.

“What’s done is done.” she sighed, letting out a long-winded exhale of fruity vapour once more before tossing the pen into her purse.

There were of course plenty of people Bruna was quite excited to see again as well. People that she had been genuine friends with, and others that were closer to a business relationship but that still served as good company. For the latter, Benji and Vann were the first to come into mind with a honourable mention to Max.

And the former?

The former were mostly made up of the Fearsome Foursome themselves. Kristen, Jasper and Margeaux. The lovely ladies that Bruna had spent all of her free time with, and that she had frequently gotten into way too much trouble with. Not to mention the pre-gaming before just about every school dance, much to the displeasure of the faculty when they discovered none other than drunk Bruna herself had punched a freshman for hitting on Marg.

Countless other entertaining stories of the group’s infamy filled her brain before a knocking at the door broke her mild trance and focused her attention once more. And there was only one person apart from Kristen who knew her room number at this point, and that was the Lost Cross himself. Almost undoubtedly here for the pre-arranged goodie bags that Bruna had brought all the way from Miami at his request. It was honestly the least she could do for the man that was partially responsible for how quickly the Di Francesco product gained traction in the nightclub game. She opened the door with a smile and motioned with her head for him to come in, the faint fruity smell of strawberry vape hanging in the air. From under the bed, she pulled out a small, airtight Pelican hard case--a measure she implemented to further mask the scent of drugs from canine-searches-- and unclasped the latches. From inside, she pulled out a large ziploc bag containing Benji’s preferred assortment of party drugs, each divided into their respective baggies and bottles.

With a lazy smile, she handed over the contents of the box and guided the dealer back outside of her room, before sending him off with one last comment and a wink following it.

“Don’t let this get me in trouble. I’ll deny everything if you get caught. Have fun~”

A few moments after he had left, Bruna also began to make her way towards the party. Tonight she donned a little black dress that left her back open for all to see, paired with a black net veil for the added mystery and sparkly black open-toe heels to show off her most recent pedicure. Much like Jasper, Bruna loved to dress in black. She loved the way it looked on her and it was an extremely versatile colour that worked for just about every event. It also gave her an excuse to go a little heavier on the eye-shadow to complete the “if looks could kill” motif she was going for.

As she arrived at the party, her first stop was the bar where she saw that Max was already conversing with someone she didn’t immediately recognize. With a shrug, she took a spot not too far down the bar from him, but far enough to not interrupt any conversation they may have been having. With her signature lazy smile, she waved the bartender over.

“An old-fashioned on the rocks please love, if you would be so kind.”

Her eyes scanned across the party like a hawk, waiting for her ladies to show their faces.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

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It was too different than she would have liked it to feel. Had it been that long since she let herself feel this kind of connection to the ocean? Did she need this trip to remember that the sea could be warm and welcoming instead of cold and harsh? Did she need the person sitting in the driver’s seat next to her to make her feel that way?

These were some of the thoughts that had rattled around in Kristen Shearer’s mind as Highway 1 continued to unfold in front of the sleek black Mercedes that raced like a shadow underneath the Caribbean sun. Nothing but the shimmering bright blue waters of the Florida Basin surrounded the thin stretch of pavement that allowed the machine to walk on water towards the promised land of Key West. Passing through Marathon was a true herald of the stretch the Seven Mile Bridge was on this trek, yet there was no fatigue for the moment. Only contemplation.

The long voyage to get here was nearing an end. It was amazing that Kristen could have held any doubts about making it, although the typical British Airways delay that had left her stranded at Heathrow for a lengthy period of time before her flight cast a pall over the 10 hours in the air. Still, if she could have driven across the Atlantic the way she was gliding across the waves now, she might have taken the opportunity, especially if it meant she could finally reconnect with some of her lost roots. Sure, there were FaceTime chats with the clique, they were always there for birthdays and weddings and major events, but this was the first chance she had to return to her Sunshine State homeland, and Bruna Di Francesco had welcomed her back with open arms. The past couple days staying in Bruna’s Palm Beach flat, catching up over a bottle of fine wine, taking way too much guff for the English accent that had crept into her voice during her six years spent on the island, especially given Bruna’s occasional Italian-inflected tones, it felt like old times. Sure Kristen had her friends among the WAGs in the stands at West Ham, but as her “husband’s” exploits became more well-known, the chill she got from that crew mirrored that which she received from the North Sea during her escapes to the Essex coast to try and avoid the publicity. With Bruna, it was just like old times already. Sure her birth certificate and undergrad degree read New York, and her driver's licence had a crown, but the family and the friends made sure it was Florida that always held her heart.

The brunette in the passenger seat looked over at the driver, concentrating on maintaining her purchase on the road. Bruna always seemed at home behind the wheel. Of course, she always seemed at home whatever she was doing. The mat, the pitch, the sleepovers, it never mattered with her. Maybe it was that upbringing of hers that imbued it in her soul. Kristen had to find it again, and Bruna was definitely a key to bringing it back after Aaron so callously ripped it away.

The talk had quieted a little bit as the music wafting through Bruna’s stereo was allowed to soundtrack the drive over the ocean, but the silence was starting to play into Kristen’s mind, and she couldn’t rely on a drive-by shout at Fred the Tree to alleviate those notions. “It’s flippin’ amazing, innit?” she noted, exaggerating the English tones just to make sure she got a rise out of her travelling companion. “All this was a couple hours away the whole time, and I never once thought to come down here until this reunion thing was happening?”

Bruna’s mind wandered as she guided her Mercedes around the sweeping curves that preceded them, letting her body flow with the car as it effortlessly took each turn. The twin-turbo'd V8 engine under the hood purred in a surprisingly tame manner as they drove, though the german-engineered vehicle did have a way of hiding the feeling of speed. Truth be told they were going far faster than they should’ve been going on these roads, but Kristen didn’t seem to have noticed. Bruna’s head fluidly bobbed back and forth with the gentle bassy beat that played from Matt Maeson’s Put It On Me, mouthing the lyrics silently having almost completely forgotten that someone else was in the car with her.

When the song finally ended and something less involved began to play, Bruna snapped out of her little daze and glanced over to Kristen. With a warm smile, Bruna returned her eyes to the road. Even despite their lack of conversation, it was already clear that Kristen was enjoying herself.

Truth be told, Bruna had really missed seeing her friends from high school. She may have been the quietest of the bunch at the time, but when it was just the four of them Bruna always felt infinitely more comfortable. It was like there was a weight on her chest that was lifted when they were together and she felt like she could actually have a voice. And when she found out that Kristen was landing on what was essentially her doorstep? Bruna was ecstatic. She’d offered the Di Francesco mansion up immediately if Kris needed a place to stay and the pair was finally able to catch up on some much needed stories and accompanied laughing. Even if this high school reunion trip hadn’t been happening, these few nights spent with one of her best friends was more than enough to brighten up her spirits again after two years of being alone.

Ah yes, there it was. The little storm cloud that had been hanging over her head since the disappearance of her ex-husband. Still an ever-present thought in her head, but one that she was not going to let ruin her weekend. He’d done enough to ruin her life at this point, Bruna wasn’t going to have that lovely image of her ex-husband lip-locked with her sister in their own god damn house stay in her head. She was gonna have a good time this weekend damn it!

When Kristen finally broke the silence, Bruna was thankful that she could focus on something upbeat. “I’ve actually never driven down here and… … Yeah, it's beautiful here, truly. Part of me wishes I’d looked a little closer to home before booking my wedding, not that it matters now though anyways.” she replied, the little hint of awe audible in her voice, her eyes glancing around at their surroundings. It took a second but the exaggerated English accent hit her again and a grin spread across Bruna’s face before she playfully nudged Kristen’s upper arm with her elbow. “What happened to trying to ditch the accent? Still hooked on that cold, wet country that you call England?” Bruna teased, shaking her head with a laugh. “Welcome home my darlin’.” she stated playfully in a thick and quite terribly-imitated southern accent.

The short time in Florida was already drawing more laughs out of Kristen than she remembered from the past couple years in the United Kingdom, and the sound of Bruna, proud Italian she is, doing the full on southern accent was quick to add to that tally. “OK! OK, c’mon! You cann’t do that to me! Not when you’re as southern-fried as a Scotch egg!” She was trying hard to shake the accents and the euphemisms but it was difficult.

Especially with the reminder of weddings and what not. She still regretted how her wedding with Aaron went down. It was so sudden, and she wasn’t able to get Jasper and Margeaux over for it, due to time and possibility of Roman sightings respectively. Only Bruna was able to fly in on such short notice to act as her maid of honor, paying Kristen back after the trio were able to serve as bridesmaids at the di Francesco knot-tying a couple years earlier. Of course, neither marriage was going to have a happy ending from the looks of things. That was something Kristen was not looking forward to discussing with the other members of the clique… or anyone who checked out the British tabloids. She prayed no one at King’s would dare pay those rags any mind.

But she was able to let loose the sordid details with Bruna, the alcohol that flowed over a traditional Italian dinner able to get Kristen to open up about just how bad Aaron had gotten in recent months. The London club scene was a maddening influence on the boy from the West Midlands. It wasn’t as personal as the trigger to end Bruna’s marriage, but still, having a woman’s belly button ring caught on his tongue during a body shot was only number four or five on the list behind the public snipping of the wedding band.

This voyage back home was supposed to serve as a palette cleanser for Kristen, to allow her to forget the ongoing issues happening back home. England was growing less and less hospitable by the day and it was hard to ignore Bruna’s remarks about getting those hooks out of her system. Even if it meant giving up the home once she officially secured it from Aaron in the divorce. Hopefully Margeaux would be willing to come on board and be as ruthlessly efficient as she was dealing with Stefan’s pitiful lawyers. Once, of course, M made Kristen admit what a mistake it was to get married in the first place.

Still, if there was nothing in the UK keeping Kristen attached to the rock, it made sense to come to a familiar spot. Her family would be pleased, even if Brittany had moved on into the world herself. Plus, those special dinners would be way more frequent. Even if everything her diet told her was screaming no, that second serving of handmade ravioli screamed “More.”

“I’ll admit though, home is sounding and looking a lot more appealing nowadays. Especially if I have enough money to get a spot down here along the ocean. You don’t happen to know any businesses that need a CFO or anything like that, do you?” She shook her head for a second, large hoop earrings swaying as she did. “Actually, never mind, I don’t even want to think about that sort of trash this weekend. This is all about you and me and Jaz and maybe Marg, we’ll see how smug she wants to be, but we’re just here enjoying life, right?”

“Even if you don’t want to discuss details, I’ll just plant a little seed in your mind. You’re always welcome at my place while you look for a position and a house. You know my family loves you and lord knows we have the space. Just keep it in mind, kay?” She shot a smirk at Kristen before changing the topic. “Like you said, we’re here to enjoy life and we will enjoy it this weekend if it kills us!” She exclaimed playfully. “Oh! A little late but I completely forgot! I packed a small cooler-bag of drinks for the ride. It's behind my seat if you can reach it. Help yourself to anything you want. Grab me a bottle of water if you do, yeah?”

If the tiny blip in Kristen’s thoughts threatened to derail this weekend for even a moment, it was good to know that Bruna was there to shut that down instantly, in multiple ways. One of the biggest problems the former Miss Blake was having with the situation was not having a plan whatsoever for what would happen once the proceedings with Aaron were done. Bruna made sure she wouldn’t have to deal with that thought for a second. If nothing else, having one of her besties nearby after so long away was draw enough to convince her this was where she needed to be if she wanted to move forward. She reached in behind the seat and fished a pair of water bottles out of the cooler Bruna alluded to, plunking one in the cup holder before cracking her own open and taking a long sip.

After Kristen’s little indecisive moment, Bruna reached back over to the Mercedes’ audio controls and flipped through a few songs before arriving at one that brought a smile to her face. Party In The USA. A more fitting song didn’t exist in her mind. After tapping it, she turned up the volume a bit before listening to the trademarked guitar intro began and the sound of Miley Cirus’ voice filled the car.

And as the lyrics began, Bruna began to sing along to every word.

I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess (Whoa)
Am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time
Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous!

As she sang, Bruna nudged Kristen’s arm again to sing along with her, her own head swaying along with the upbeat, happy song. What a perfect way to start the weekend, singing in the car with her best friend, not a care in the world between them. Bright, sunny skies, rich blue water around them on all sides and the black tarmac between the tires.

… And a JAY-Z song was on
And a JAY-Z song was on

So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
Got my hands up, they're playing my song
They know I'm gonna be okay

Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.

Kristen had gotten the message with Bruna’s bump and started shimmying her shoulders from side to side in tune with the beat, mimicking the best of Carpool Karaoke dancers as she did. She couldn’t help but start to add her own voice to the melody, blending it in as a Miley from a different era echoed her thoughts about her return to America. She was sure this wasn’t going to be a London party, or at least it was going to be one she could take part in. And that could only be a good thing. She wasn’t sure what Britney song would come on, but in contrast to the narrator, she knew her DJ was going to put the right song to make her feel alright to make her not regret hoppin’ on that flight to her hometown. Kristen’s hands went up and all the butterflies flew away. Because although they were on the southern edge, this was gonna be a party in the USA.

Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A!

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus Presenting my replacement character instead of April.

Felicità Bruna Di Francesco

Should've known better than to fuck with someone like me~

Nicknames

Commonly referred to as Bruna.

Age

Twenty-Seven Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Bisexual

Relationship Status

Recently divorced.

Occupation

US Border and Customs Agent with Miami Port Authority

Current Address

110 Clarendon Ave || Palm Beach, Florida || 33480

Appearance

• Hair: Long dark brown hair, worn down unless she's working.
• Eyes: An even darker shade of brown than her hair.
• Height & Weight: Five-foot-seven, 145lbs
• Body Type: Muscular, athletic and sturdy. It takes a lot to take her down.
• Clothing Style: Utilitarian unless she's attending an event such as the reunion. Simple clothing in monochrome colors, favors black above most other colors. Occasionally seen in colored clothing while at home or attending aforementioned events.
• Makeup: If looks could kill. Her makeup is applied to pierce souls, particularly around the eyes.

Personality

• Confident
• Easy to rile, quick to fight
• Protective
• Manipulative
• Detail-oriented
• Self-endangering

Backstory

• Born and raised in Palm Beach, but frequently traveled to see family in Italy. Spent about equal time in Italy and Palm Beach until she was old enough for high school. She speaks both English and Italian fluently.
• Moved permanently back to Palm Beach when she was accepted into King's Academy, living in the Di Francesco mansion.
• Got introduced to the family "business" while in school and would frequently either be absent from class, or would be pulled out of school mid-day for no apparent reason.
• She represented King's Academy in mixed martial arts and wrestling. She also played on the school's soccer team, much to the delight of her father.
• Graduated with an average GPA, mostly due to her absences dragging down her grades from missed tests and assignments.
• Accepted into Florida State University's law program. Met her now ex-husband Stefan and got married two years into their relationship. Proceeded to earn her law degree and graduated from the program with honors.
• Applied and was accepted to join the US Customs and Border Protection Service. She has been serving with them for just over five years now.
• Divorced her husband two years into her service with Customs after she caught him cheating with one of her sisters. Her ex-husband was reported missing a few months later and the investigation is ongoing.

Extras

• The Di Francesco family is a smaller crime family based in Miami, FL. Currently responsible for a large portion of cocaine importation, and frequent money launderer for smaller organized crime groups. They are known for being merciless in their dealings and while the name isn't as known as some, it still carries weight in the criminal world of Florida State.
• Bruna keeps relatively distanced from her family's dealings, but frequently turns a blind eye to their imports for obvious reasons. The occasional seizure is deemed necessary to keep suspicions down on her own career.
• My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
• More random facts to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

Felicità Bruna Di Francesco

Should've known better than to fuck with someone like me~

Nicknames

Commonly referred to as Bruna.

Age

Twenty-Seven Years Old

Gender | Pronouns | Sexuality

Female || She/Her || Bisexual

Relationship Status

Recently divorced.

Occupation

US Border and Customs Agent with Miami Port Authority

Current Address

110 Clarendon Ave || Palm Beach, Florida || 33480

Appearance

• Hair: Long dark brown hair, worn down unless she's working.
• Eyes: An even darker shade of brown than her hair.
• Height & Weight: Five-foot-seven, 145lbs
• Body Type: Muscular, athletic and sturdy. It takes a lot to take her down.
• Clothing Style: Utilitarian unless she's attending an event such as the reunion. Simple clothing in monochrome colors, favors black above most other colors. Occasionally seen in colored clothing while at home or attending aforementioned events.
• Makeup: If looks could kill. Her makeup is applied to pierce souls, particularly around the eyes.

Personality

• Confident
• Easy to rile, quick to fight
• Protective
• Manipulative
• Detail-oriented
• Self-endangering

Backstory

• Born and raised in Palm Beach, but frequently traveled to see family in Italy. Spent about equal time in Italy and Palm Beach until she was old enough for high school. She speaks both English and Italian fluently.
• Moved permanently back to Palm Beach when she was accepted into King's Academy, living in the Di Francesco mansion.
• Got introduced to the family "business" while in school and would frequently either be absent from class, or would be pulled out of school mid-day for no apparent reason.
• She represented King's Academy in mixed martial arts and wrestling. She also played on the school's soccer team, much to the delight of her father.
• Graduated with an average GPA, mostly due to her absences dragging down her grades from missed tests and assignments.
• Accepted into Florida State University's law program. Met her now ex-husband Stefan and got married two years into their relationship. Proceeded to earn her law degree and graduated from the program with honors.
• Applied and was accepted to join the US Customs and Border Protection Service. She has been serving with them for just over five years now.
• Divorced her husband two years into her service with Customs after she caught him cheating with one of her sisters. Her ex-husband was reported missing a few months later and the investigation is ongoing.

Extras

• The Di Francesco family is a smaller crime family based in Miami, FL. Currently responsible for a large portion of cocaine importation, and frequent money launderer for smaller organized crime groups. They are known for being merciless in their dealings and while the name isn't as known as some, it still carries weight in the criminal world of Florida State.
• Bruna keeps relatively distanced from her family's dealings, but frequently turns a blind eye to their imports for obvious reasons. The occasional seizure is deemed necessary to keep suspicions down on her own career.
• My currently on repeat song: Billy Talent - Reactor
• More random facts to come...

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

@Venus As requested...

Character withdrawn, replacement down a few posts.