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Imagine: Jealous Arno

#visage #more like how dorian looks no matter what. #especially when working as a fence. #andjealoustoobutnvm.

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paddyfuck :

      she has to fight to keep her face from twisting into the same expression that one might have found on a petulant child during a good scolding. the feller it had been stolen from had been a collateral in a shoot out, and anne being the opportunist that she was, had taken a few moments afterwards to go through the dead men’s pockets. they’d had a few dollars between them, it couldn’t have been more than twenty, and tucked away in a box in the breast pocket of the so-called leader, was that broach. “who says I stole it?” stupid question, really, considering the fact that she’d hauled her arse over to the fence as soon as dawn broke.”how much fer it?”

   talk about a humorous encounter thus far !  someone who had came to his shop and gone through the troubles to even find it for an item so honorably acclaimed. not even the outlaws went that far to keep up an honorable image for cheap jewels and bags of junk. still, dorian is willing to play along with a smile on his face as he leans forward against the counter, still squinting at the piece of jewelry beneath the dim shop light. ❛  well, since it’s not stolen, i think you’d get more value at the other stores, madame. they’d be stupid enough to dish out a hundred per fake diamond and send you well on your merry way. ❜  setting the piece back down on the counter, a sigh escapes his lips and he shrugs nonchalantly.  ❛  i’ll pay you fifty bucks, not because it’s worth that much, but because i can sell it to some fool for thrice as much. and word of advice ?  please do not accept cheap gifts. saint denis is full of swindlers and crooks. ❜  speaking from experience with the useless clutter in his store.

#paddyfuck #v; main #dorian: warns about swindlers and crooks. #also dorian: is a swindler and crook trying to sell junk.

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   the second she places the brooch on his counter, dorian is already plucking it up and turning it over for a full inspection. it’s a fine piece, no doubt stolen from one of the wealthy women flaunting all their riches down the street, until he holds it up into the light and notice the lack of rainbow dazzle all real diamonds seem to have. this one lacked even the promise of gold not chipping and peeling, causing the frenchman to chuckle as he glances back to the woman.  ❛  who did you steal this from ?  a mere beggar on the street ?  or perhaps a woman with a cheap lover ? ❜

@paddyfuck  | starter

#paddyfuck #( closed ; ) ᶰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵇˡᶤᶜˑ

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culthcnt :

      Eyebrows furrowed, glancing down at the man with stolen bottles         of wine. While Kassandra was all for it, she realized it wasn’t going          to end very well. Bronte will know exactly who stole it, as well. She          let out a smallest of growls, shaking her head.                  ❝Malaka! Do you not realize this is all a trap? He’s got                 to know someone has been stealing. There’s bound to                 be guards everywhere.❞

    ❛  in case you haven’t noticed, this city is full of guards and watchful eyes. ❜  his words are slurred from his previous bottle and yet he still strives to stand up, teetering as he does so. as much as his father admired bronte, just like half the others in the city, dorian was certain he’d be able to complain about some unknown thief to him and he’d just reinforce the guards down in the cellar like before.  ❛  he would never suspect the mayor’s son of such a crime, cass. and even if he did, it’s my word against his and...father would surely be on my side. now !  all i need to do is cause a minor distraction..and uh, would you mind playing that role ?  i assure you nothing bad will happen as long as you put your climbing skills to use. i will get the wine, ease out the window and meet you on the balcony !  easy, madame, no need for you to worry. or call me...malaka... ❜

#culthcnt #v; main #dorian vc: why are you calling me malaka?? this is a great plan pls.

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( starter call ! )

#bumps this.

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   bottle of wine is almost bare, save for the few drops that dorian has yet to throw down his throat, a husky rumble of laughter filling the humid night at the tease cassandra has given him, ponytail tugged lightheartedly and a lazy hand swatting hers away.  ❛  it’s the truth, i swear !  a troublemaker in my teen days and still somewhat now. although i was quick to learn how to mask it around the pompous bastards my father deals with. ❜  his nose wrinkles at the thought of his tight-knit childhood and he makes a disgruntled noise.  ❛  shall i steal more wine from his cellar ?  i’m certain bronte will supply it all as gifts soon enough. ❜

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#culthcnt #( closed ; ) ᶰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵇˡᶤᶜˑ #all i keep hearing is cass yelling ar NO.

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    ❛  you do realize that bating any of your enemies into the city will surely backfire on you, right ? ❜  saint denis was like a cave with bear traps placed all over the floor where both parties would end up no better than the other. and as much as dorian liked the spitfire sadie, he didn’t think that starting a gunfight with a rival gang was a grand idea-- no matter if his shop was well hidden and tucked away.  ❛  perhaps you should reconsider your plans to kill them and aim for a far more satisfying scheme. that is, if you’re willing to hear me out. ❜

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#hellbentwidow #( closed ; ) ᶰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵇˡᶤᶜˑ

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    ❛  surely the men at your establishment must spoil you rotten, madame. ❜  he says it with no ill-intent as he keeps the delightful tilly jackson on his arm during their stroll through the city. while most would simply look down on the woman and often pose a threat, he had promised that no harm would befall upon her in his care each time she came to his shop with goodies to sell. in return, he would treat her to the finest expenses the city had to offer...or sometimes the cheap enjoyments if she preferred. tonight was the theatre, a grand show was happening and of course dorian didn’t want to see it alone.  ❛  first stop, the dress shop. whatever you fancy, i will buy you it for the show. ❜

@fleewest | starter.

#fleewest #( closed ; ) ᶰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵘᵇˡᶤᶜˑ #in this house we love and spoil tilly jackson.

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   the shop door had been thrown open with the utmost dire need and the bang was in collaboration with the raging thunderstorm outside. dorian didn’t bother to look up, far too busy with a mess of books that were no doubt stolen from the bookstore in the western district until the slick, southern drawl gets his attention. immediately, dorian heaves a sigh and unprofessionally drops the books by the shelf, dusting his hands off and greeting the dapper man with a smile.  ❛  bonjour again, ❜  he sounds strained, gaze glancing back down to a few scattered trinkets laying messily on the floor.

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#lets see how this goes. #not capping either so i pray for my brain. #will casually get them out later today.

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Hello, partner! Looking for other folks in the Red Dead Redemption roleplaying community? Or perhaps you’re a mun with a muse outside the fandom with a RDR verse? Then you’ve come to the right place! This is a masterlist to help people in the community find each other!

The link to the masterlist is HERE, and you’ll be added to it when you reblog this post! To be able to categorize everyone correctly, you need to add some details in your tags upon reblogging this. All that’s required is:

Your character’s name

Whether they’re a canon character or OC

If they’re on a single muse blog (1 character) or multimuse blog (multiple characters)

Here’s a tag example: #john marston; canon; single muse blog

#dorian victor bouvier; oc; single muse blog

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dorian victor bouvier was born in versailles, kingdom of france (1875) before later moving overseas due to the sudden death of his mother and a rapidly declining family business. at the age of five, he had become part of a flourishing city deep in the bayou known as saint denis. due to his father’s lack of skills in anything but industrial work, dorian grew up in the south of the city, near the Lannahechee River, is a large industrialized zone full of factories, warehouses, cargo ports, and storage facilities. even though his father didn’t make much money, they had a relatively peaceful life. but with the civilization growing rapidly and becoming quite the attraction to outlaws and other misfits, saint denis quickly began to divide into districts. this is something that was caused by crooked lawmen and politics as dorian later came to learn. at the of eight, his father had become involved in the protests over politics in the western part of the city and among many others who voiced their opinions about the unfair treatment caused by the upper class, their law had opened fire on the citizens and his father was one of the many casualties. caught in the middle of the crossfire, dorian had fled to a nearby mansion that belonged to an upper class man named henri lemieux. seeing the onslaught and finding out that the boy was practically orphaned, he adopted dorian. a blessing and a curse.

a blessing because dorian received the opportunity of fine schooling and not once did he ever lack food or fine clothing. he became to learn all the proper etiquette and dapper ideas that his newfound father introduced him to. before long, dorian bouvier was long forgotten among his adoptive father’s friends and colleagues because now he was called dorian lemieux. or master dorian by the servants.

the curse was once dorian got older to understand that the family he was born into had been part of the very reason for the dysfunctional life in saint denis in the first place. henri was not a kind man but a manipulative bastard who associated himself with corrupt politicians as long as it meant him becoming mayor. which he did in 1899 and thus began the process of dorian attending parties and being a much hated person for being a part of the family. as saint denis climbed to newer heights in civilization, more problems arose throughout and made the city a very dangerous one, especially for the upper class.

for dorian, he had always found himself on the wrong side of the right so to speak and had befriended a crooked pawnbroker who collected all sorts of goods–legal and illegal. months after this little discovery in the denis market, the man had taught dorian about the business and its customs in such a rush that left the young man baffled but he later learned that the man was selling slaves and recently busted for his crimes. without any explanation, he left dorian the shop to do as he pleases with. at first, dorian hated the place and never really saw the value between expensive junk and inexpensive junk, but rathered not piss off anyone looking for a pretty penny for a stolen good.

he currently works as a fence in saint denis on the side of his current job of the villeneuve tea room where henri thinks he spends all his time.

personality

dorian is witty and charismatic but also no-nonsense, which fed into his sharp sense of humor, falling back on it whenever he felt emotionally vulnerable. He is also brash in nature, rushing into action over reason which resulted into many scoldings growing up and even his adulthood, earned him a nasty scar across his face from henri. despite his rather strong attitude, dorian is very charming and willing to help anyone in need. his kindness stems from not forgetting that he will always be a bouvier and not a lemieux; a giving family who never viewed class as a means of choosing people to befriend and aid. however, as generous as he can be, dorian can be very stubborn and headstrong about things in life and prefers to remain independent while doing things his way.

since he’s never ventured outside of saint denis, he’s a bit of a dreamer to seeing the untamed lands that he hears about, though the stories are often told in undesirable ways such as outlaws and gunslingers running amok. dorian is very capable of defending himself, but the use of pistols isn’t his strong suit and thus, he relies on the many fencing classes. sharp minded, he also wields knives of all sorts and keeps the blades hidden on his person in places not suspected in case someone tries their luck. overall, dorian is easy to get along with…when he’s not using his sarcasm to make friends.

#about #this is like a hybrid au oc apparently. #or so my friend said which is hilarious to us both. #i have zero idea how this will all turn out but i do know the city of saint denis inspired me to make him.