Stormyx

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

My sheet is finished!

I'll probably still make changes to it lmao, anyway

Will take a look as well at the other sheets and have a good read of the characters 😎 Good job on them all so far.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

And that means only this weekend to get sheets in ready for final roster announcement on Monday! Don't delay, apply today!

@Roman

I am almost done with mine - gotta get those supporting cast bits in and then its himbo time, full speed ahead 👍

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Just a half round of words and thoughts on some of the recent IC 😊
More to come this weekend!

@Captain Uni

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Your Moon Knight run continues to inspire me; watching someone write a character they connect with and have love for makes it all the more special to read the work. Not only are your posts really nice to look at, with the way you select colour and fonts to add emphasis to moments, but the actual plot itself continues to hit.

I am deeply enjoying the different stories happening in Odyssey, and MK is one of my favourites for just how off-the-wall it is, and my lack of knowledge of the character (which I think I’ve said before) makes it all the better to read because this gets to be MY Moon Knight. I am enjoying all of the different and distinct personalities of MK and I’m starting to really get a feel for it all. Issue 3 had so much action and I commend how you’re able to continue to build this up. GET TO THE MOON.

I loved the way Issue 4 picks up RIGHT where 3 left and it’s clear we’re in the mind and in Marc’s past watching his father. It’s so cinematic in how you wrote it and I’m excited for you to keep going. It’s such a fresh concept and you make it work really well :) Can’t wait for number 5!

As we move through I just thought this was a slick transition:

> Jake pinches the bridge of his nose in embarrassment and takes in a breath, and then Marc looks back at her with a wince.

@Colonel Sep

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A very exciting entry into Sif’s arc with the arrival of Juggernaut. Oh my I wonder what will happen here? 🤔😉

I so enjoy reading your combat sequences, they have so much punch and vibrancy to them and Juggernaut made me crack up in this and I was 100% picturing Vinnie Jones, you characterised him really well in such a short moment within the post and gave him a big energy that is equally matched just as well by how commanding and fierce that Sif is which is something I continue to enjoy you get into.

@Lord Wraith

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Alert alert, one of my favourite songs by my favourite bands just dropped in the post!

LOVED this Clark flashback - I keep prattling on about it but I just love how wholesome Clark is, swooning over his kiss; such a sweet visual to think about, him smiling like a big dumb dork. I like when you write Clark like this. I never really got into Smallville but I can see how it really influenced you with the focus on the school and small town kind of vibes. It just feels like a really cute movie until it doesn’t and we get the background lore into Clark and Lionel.

I liked his brief moment of confusion as well here;

> His lungs should have been burning by now. But Clark barely felt winded. He chalked it up to adrenaline before the roof of the car in his hands suddenly peeled back like the top of a can of beans. Clark barely had time to register what he had done before he pulled the man from the wreckage.

Then when we move into the present, seeing Clark and Lex in such a friendly way is just… Ahhhh! Your dialogue always shines through and even though Lex and Clark are friends you can feel that tension beginning when they have differing views on Volcana but he’s able to win him down by bringing up Project Everyone. And of course, the potential Frost link up just makes me very excited!

The next Superman post really plays with that tension again in the flashback with the mistake of the gift, until it’s flipped. You always have the feeling of the social power imbalance between Clark and Lex.

Lois continues to dominate her scenes 😀

Green Arrow, Hulk, Daredevil, Batman, Iron Fist to continue with!

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

I recently played Dispatch!

It was okay, it certainly has its flaws but is otherwise a nice little labour of love to the superhero genre I think.

As for something Superhero everyone should experience. Big question, easy answer. If not easy, then a predictable one from me. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't quite know what my life would look like without Buffy and I can't name the amount of inspiration I've had from the show and the characters. It was really pivotal to me as a kid, and I remember it fondly and vividly as the first serialised show I enjoyed and was OBSESSED with growing up. Just seeing Buffy and her friends hunting down the monster of the week and there were plenty of episodes that scared me! I remember having to hide behind my grandma at Go Fish when she was babysitting me that evening 😂

Not only for me, but Buffy has inspired a lot of our modern media as well, her impact is massive.

A fun fact about me is I'm an actual Slayer Academic too seeing as my Bachelors thesis was on Buffy. Everytime I rewatch I get a new appreciation or spot something new, relate on a new level, find a deeper level of hatred for Xander Harris etc. Just last night I went down a rabbit hole having realised my entire aesthetic is that of a modern witch with the cure for a soulless creature on a floppy disk. Iykyk 💔💔

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Almost 2 months into Odyssey and going strong! 💪💪💪
Some more Frosty coming soon, and some more X-Men/Krakoa related shenanigans in the works! :D

Star Wars: Banshee Down

On the planet TREGALLON within the EXARON system, life is calm, but cruel under Imperial Governor RAX TSUNDRE. Emboldened by the Rebel Alliance's victory at YAVIN 4, the ALLIANCE TO RESTORE THE REPUBLIC has hit several Imperial targets throughout the galaxy. Alliance operative TYRELL OMI-REN infiltrated a top-secret research facility on the nearby planet DUBRILLION. Fleeing with the information, the pursuers attempted to chase him down, but before the Imperial forces could catch him, he managed to jump away. Heading towards the planet, the local Imperial Forces managed to intercept him and shot him down.

Now, crashing down towards the planet, the local Rebel cell can't do anything but watch as the X-Wing comes tearing down, chased by far more Imperial Forces than their local garrison holds...

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Welcome to Star Wars: Banshee Down!

On listening to Rogue Squadron on Audible, and other various Star Wars books, I am looking to return to the world of Star Wars Roleplays, with a very classic setup designed during my favourite period of time, the Galactic Civil War. Tyrell Omi-Ren of Banshee Squadron (NPC) has come crashing down to the planet with pursuers hot on his tail. He has vital information on a top-secret Imperial Project that he has to get to Alliance Command.

Are you an Imperial with misgivings? A Rebel who in their moment of hope, feels utterly crushed under this new blockade? A smuggler stuck with no way to return to the Stars?

Anything is possible.

Except you playing Sith McBadGuy the Powerful.

@Colonel Sep

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It looks great and good luck! :D

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

alright, like it's labelled, the supporting cast is a WIP, along with their FCs. I just chose ones that were honestly not taken so may or may not change with what I come up with.

WIP

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▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎—𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝—𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝… 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢; 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 “𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝” 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝-𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖! 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙼𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 (𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜), 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝… 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝—𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 (𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎). 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢—𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Margot Rosalie Sterling never meant to become Cozy Rosie. It started, like so many things do, in the clutter of a childhood bedroom. While attending Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, she began streaming mostly as a way to fill the silence, broadcasting under the handle Cozy Rosie with no professional plans whatsoever. Her early content was the definition of low-stakes: long, meandering productivity streams where she’d tackle coursework, casual gameplay sessions with friends, and extended “just chatting” hours that felt more like a late-night phone call than a show. Growth was slow and steady, built on a feeling of genuine approachability, viewers tuning in just for company. That trajectory shifted during periods of heightened global uncertainty, like the 2019 pandemic, during which Cozy Rosie’s broadcasts circulated widely as calming or grounding content for most to enjoy. Viewer numbers increased sharply, accompanied by the rapid spread of clipped moments drawn from Margot’s offhand remarks and reactions. By the time she graduated, what had been a personal hobby had undeniably become a viable career. That’s when the professionals arrived—managers and agents stepping in to handle the opportunities suddenly flooding her inbox. As Cozy Rosie’s audience expanded, so too did the scope of her influence. Brand partnerships, sponsorships, and licensing agreements followed, eventually forming a broader commercial structure overseen by agents, managers, and legal counsel acting on Margot’s behalf. While she remains the public face of the platform, most operational and contractual decisions are handled at remove, with Margot’s role typically limited to review and approval rather than initiation. Naturally, her public communication began to change. With millions watching, her words carried new weight. Disclaimers became a regular feature, gently reminding viewers that her shared thoughts weren’t professional advice or blanket endorsements. She carefully emphasized the parasocial boundaries between creator and audience. These measures were widely seen as responsible, but they also signaled a quiet farewell to the unfiltered informality that had defined her early days. Observers noted a new caution in her live commentary, especially during sensitive cultural moments. She began relying more on prepared, considered statements rather than the real-time, stream-of-consciousness sharing that first built her community. While no single scandal forced this shift, the pattern suggested a learned response—a reaction to past audience boundary violations and a sobering awareness of the consequences that come with unfiltered visibility. By the end of 2025, "Cozy Rosie" had evolved into a recognizable lifestyle brand far beyond the streaming dashboard. Media profiles started to refer to Margot as a “digital tastemaker” or a “wellness influencer,” titles that came with invitations to exclusive industry galas and high-profile events. She found herself navigating rooms filled with cultural and financial elites, a world away from her childhood bedroom. Despite her continued emphasis on relatability, the sheer scale of her platform made the lines blurry. It was becoming harder than ever to distinguish between her personal intent, her massive influence, and the weight of responsibility that followed in their wake. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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@Qia

COZY ROSIE I love it

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Stormyx>

Suspect Level: Low, Lower than Low. Honestly, we should let this guy go home.

@Lord Wraith

Judge: And what were you doing, Mr Fenwick, at the time of the murder?

Hayden: Your honour, I was twerking to a Zara Larsson song and enjoying a fruity drink.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

The first victim is already set, though everyone will have an opportunity to interact with them before they kick the bucket. They're a freelance investigative journalist with a blog & vlog - if you need more details let me know.

If you'd like to include blackmail material or dirty secrets in your character we would be delighted to know what nasty little skeletons are hiding in your closets - but they're not mandatory.

@Roman

as long as it doesn't seem like the victim was punched, such a crime is too smart for my boy. he can be marked safe from guilt.......

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

Hayden "Wrecking Bull" Fenwick

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█ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ HAYDEN JOSEPH FENWICK AGE Thirty-four GENDER Male ETHNICITY/RACE British MARTIAL STATUS Single SEXUALITY Heterosexual ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Growing up in Ashington in the 1990’s meant inheriting an aftermath. When the pits closed they didn't just take the work, but they left hollowed out futures to a generation that deserved more. What remained were the rows of tightly packed terraced houses on streets that the council stitched into estates for the women left behind. Dads left, sometimes quietly and often times forever. The mams who stayed raised each other’s kids as much as their own and Helen Fenwick was one of many of them. Holding her house together on the back of shifts at the local care home where her time was spent tending to the elderly who'd worked when their town was an empire of promise; their lungs ruined by coal dust even if their humour rarely was. Hayden Fenwick watched his mam work herself to the bone and when he wasn’t watching her, he was watching Nan care for Granda through an illness everyone explained away as ”his brain’s just gone to sleep.” Perhaps watching that was what invited the hound that nipped at Hayden’s heels throughout his youth. A bitterness that was buried deep that he could find no real name for, only the sense that it was always there and always waiting. He knew to his core he was meant to fall through the cracks left behind. Instead, he found a gym. The boxing ring made room for him to direct that calcified thing called anger and erode at it, chip it down to find some genuine joy. A rare fucking thing in his town. The discipline of martial arts gave him shape and the routine gave him purpose and a reason to actually try. To dream. His size and stubbornness could mean something. Helen picked up every late shift she could to keep him there. “Owts better than you on the street,” she’d say. Hayden paid her back by becoming frighteningly good and by his early twenties he was a national name in MMA; the Wrecking Bull of the cage. He was all skill and grin and quick wit. By his late twenties he was owning the worldwide stage until a simple and quick rotator cuff injury took him out of the sport. He leaned hard into his fame to survive and endure it. Every panel show, every quiz, every reality slot. He’d play the clown and play it up until he was exactly the kind of loud, daft, and endlessly cheerful washed-up non celebrity that the British public loved to crucify. Fresh from his latest reality TV gig, Hayden was given the chance to attend a New Year’s Eve party in New York, with the promise of stateside gigs on the other side. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ By his early twenties, Hayden Fenwick was already well-known in the UK MMA circuit. He started his professional career competing as a light heavyweight. He was a difficult fight for anyone put in front of him. It was a successful regional title run that put him on the national radar and by 26 he was a fixed figure of the international stage as a genuine threat to anyone else not at the very top. A rotator cuff injury put pause to his professional career before he turned 30. What followed was a shift in his priorities in the form of television work and a lot of it, under the guidance of a sharp publicist, Zara. Hayden was inescapable on the screen; appearing across reality competitions and popular British panel shows regularly. He was as familiar a face on the box as he had been in the ring, and a typecast one at that. He found himself something of a laughing stock while on The Masked Singer and I'm a Celebrity..., creating viral moments that just as often turned the public against him as it did endear him to them. Between his appearances on TV, he continues to train at the same gym he grew up in; helping out with youth sessions when asked. He spends much of his time in Ashington, keeping his life rooted in the same town where he grew up, in the place that always sees him as a local hero and not a washed-up, reality-TV embarrassment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	HELEN FENWICK Helen is the quiet centre of Hayden's whole world, having built his career on the back of her overtime shifts and her refusal to ever let him slip through the cracks. She is the reason he says yes to all of the things that exhaust him and the reason he'll keep doing it. Every fight he ever took, every fight he ever will, is for her.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	NEIL PARKER Manager and booking agent. Neil came into Hayden's life before his fame was at its peak and has stuck around ever since. He is equal parts grafter and firm believer. Neil knows Hayden's career isn't finished and he is quietly obsessed with getting him back into the ring again, if only he could get him to stop taking cheap TV gigs for laughs. He plans, at odds with Zara, for a proper comeback for his boy.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	ZARA KAUR The publicist. Razor sharp and impeccably dressed. Always three steps ahead of the story she's selling and constantly at odds with Neil over what's best for Hayden. Zara understands scandal and the public's appetite better than anyone Hayden's ever met and he certainly understands none of that himself. Their relationship has existed in the space between professional and not; sharing a chemistry on occasion that neither of them care to define.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	EILIDH VASS Back in town out of an obligation to her family. She and Hayden share a history complicated by distance and memory; she's never quite forgotten how his crowd would tease at her at school and that wariness and defense has never left. There is an undeniable pull that now exists between them. She is all that is familiar to Hayden at his core, yet their lives are so far away.