#( &; TASK. )

[mwrjorie]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊: would you be my 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? 💖

ooc: se o clima entre marjorie e @elecnora estivesse bom, ela certamente arranjaria um desses cartões para dar a sua princesa. por mais que não fosse admitir, dizendo que só fez isso para agradá-la (já que ela é uma pessoa bem romântica), no fundo, também gosta de dar presentes para quem ama, nem que seja algo simples. não assinaria seu nome, obviamente, mas escreveria um dos dela.

os cartões têm referências de conversas que tiveram, com direito a uma citação de música em um deles; esse recorte refletindo perfeitamente como se sente.

#task. #elysianhqsvalentines #elysianhqstask #eu nem ia fazer mas fiquei com dó de deixar ela de fora #(além de tá inspirada pra coisa brega) #agora vou dar uma sumida e dps volto pra responder

[bernwrd]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊: would you be my 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? 💖

ooc: bernard já fez uso de tinder, mas para conhecer pessoas novas, ainda que fosse difícil com sua rotina cansativa. seu instagram não ajuda muito a conseguir matchs, já que há poucas fotos suas, e quando tem, são com amizades ou alguma zoada (postada por alguma dessas amizades).

@elysianhqs

#task. #elysianhqsvalentines #um senhorzinho esse bernard #aproveitando a edit pra voltar as origens #elysianhqstask #edit: esqueci da tag e de marcar a central sos

[theodwre]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊: would you be my 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? 💖

ooc: por muitos motivos, theodore não cria uma conta no tinder para encontrar um amor. até existem aplicativos exclusivos para pessoas com maior influência, mas nunca funcionou consigo. sempre se perdia em alguma conversa ou esquecia de responder. porém, se tivesse que criar um perfil hoje, seria assim (duraria uma semana).

#task. #elysianhqsvalentines #botei tag mas nem sei se precisava kkkkkkk #a foto no insta com a irmãzinha dele só queria uma irmã 🥺 #elysianhqstask

[davgudgeon]

Brightest Professor Minerva,

Se lhe contar de forma branda, intensa e recheada de informações as quais nunca contei antes à senhora, será considerada uma informação inédita ou simplesmente mais um extra com o qual eu faço questão de lhe perturbar quando me sinto entediado ou na vontade de dizer?

Dessa vez não são suposições ou uma insinuação do que há de querer seguir no futuro. Dessa vez, como a senhora mesma havia me orientado outrora, é preciso ver, tatear, sentir e usar de todas essas sensações para, só então, ter uma noção básica de se é com aquela profissão que realmente me identifico. E, quer sabe? Essa redação será uma carta pessoal à senhora McGonagall, em respeito as vezes que lhe tirei de seu amado sossego, ou quando a reconheci em sua forma de gato. Peço perdão, mas digo obrigado por isso. Foi necessário.

Esclarecido isso, continuemos.

Não seria poético se não quisesse ter um futuro construído e moldado por mim, para mim mesmo, em um ambiente com livros, até porque não é segredo para ninguém meus desejos de criar a maior e melhor biblioteca mágica do nosso mundo. Já compartilhei com a senhora minha professora  - várias e várias vezes, e que Merlin a guarde em um lugar extremamente prazeroso e pacífico por tamanha bondade de me escutar em todas as vezes! -, mas é fato que de uma coisa não sabia se estaria certa...

Trabalhar para alguém ou para o Ministério nunca foi um sonho pessoal a ser atingido, tendo, até então, uma visão completamente distorcida da corrupção que julguei existir. Nenhum lugar está isento disso, da discórdia e más falácias de outrem. É fato que nós por nós mesmos não somos capazes de fazer uma revolução sozinhos; é mais complexo, sim. Mas, tendo em vista isso, pensei: “o que aconteceria se juntar o útil ao agradável”?

Agora posso confirmar que meu maior desejo é o de servir aos meus semelhantes as mais diversas informações públicas, e, pasme, há um meio de me registrar como tal servidor no Ministério. Não deve ser fácil, é óbvio, mas, tendo em consideração minhas notas e minha disposição em ter tal reconhecimento, não será tão difícil assim. Repassar informações verídicas, das mais diversas possíveis, é muito necessária.

E eu tenho certeza que já imaginava esse cenário acontecendo, professora. É por isso que essa redação é uma carta de agradecimento também! Me tornarei um servidor público e tentarei ao máximo manter com a verdade em minhas palavras. Não só isso, mas também considere essa mensagem e meu último ano aqui em Hogwarts como um convite para minha biblioteca, tão logo quando ela for inaugurada  - e que espero ser bem em breve, mesmo! 

#BBTask #task. #ele pra minerva: vc é minha melhor amiga mt obg por tudo! // a minerva: como é seu primeiro nome msm?

[emvcnce]

𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥... 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

Sozinha em seu dormitório, Emmeline encarava a folha em branco posicionada sobre a escrivaninha, esta sendo iluminada apenas pela enorme lua que brilhava no céu estrelado, emoldurado pelo batente da janela diante de si. A tarefa de Transfiguração a esperava, postergada até o último minuto, não por irresponsabilidade, mas por incerteza do que escrever em sua redação. Falhar na entrega não era uma opção, mas apresentar algo insatisfatório era ainda mais indesejado. O mais difícil era dar início ao texto, uma vez que a esperança era que tudo fluísse após derrotar a barreira inicial. Dar o primeiro passo era sempre o mais custoso. Seguir o caminho da honestidade ou dizer aquilo que achava ser o que a professora gostaria de escutar? Soava desonesto formular algo genérico. Quando teria a oportunidade de abrir seu coração novamente? Não estava em uma sessão de terapia, mas quem melhor para ajudá-la com suas questões ocupacionais do que seus professores?  ── Que seja! ── Queixou-se sozinha, suspirando antes de alcançar sua pena e molhá-la na tinta.

Gostaria de redigir esta dissertação dizendo o quão elucidante foi minha visita ao Ministério da Magia, mas meu respeito pelo corpo docente de Hogwarts não me permite mentir desta maneira. Principalmente em um documento escrito, que pode ser usado contra mim no futuro. (Essa parte é brincadeira, professora. Por favor, entenda que a discussão sobre o meu futuro pode me deixar extremamente nervosa.). O fato de minhas expectativas não terem sido alcançadas durante a visita, porém, não implica uma insignificância para a troca que ocorreu ali ou que as informações adquiridas tenham sido menos enriquecedoras. Conheci diversos departamentos novos, fui apresentava a diferentes opções interessantes de carreira e conversei com bruxos interessantíssimos, que certamente têm muito conhecimento para compartilhar com os mais novos como eu. Este é o tipo de experiência que tem um valor inestimável.

Posso não ter alcançado uma decisão a respeito da carreira que pretendo seguir no futuro que se aproxima, mas pude acessar uma parte de mim que foi engatilhada pelo estímulo apresentado pela visita. Desde que voltei de lá, não parei de pensar a respeito dos meus anseios e do legado que espero deixar para trás quando já não estiver mais aqui. Também retornei às minhas origens, que sempre farão parte de mim e me ajudaram a moldar a pessoa que sou hoje. Lembro-me de acompanhar meus irmãos mais jovens durante suas brincadeiras e da minha constante preocupação com o bem-estar e a segurança de cada um deles. Não preciso dizer que a combinação entre esse zelo e a imprudência das crianças resultou em diversas consultas feitas no banheiro da minha casa, onde eu pacientemente limpava e protegia os ferimentos dos pequenos, assumindo a figura como enfermeira. Abraçar tal posição nunca foi visto como um fardo por mim, mas sim como uma honra. 

Essas lembranças me levaram à realização de que, independente de qual seja a minha profissão no futuro, meu principal objetivo é ajudar as pessoas, é oferecer um serviço que seja útil, principalmente para outros meio-bruxos e nascidos trouxas que careçam de amparo. Me sinto bem em acolher e cuidar das pessoas, e a ideia de poder ofertar isso para o mundo me dá um senso de propósito. Ainda posso não saber qual caminho irei trilhar, mas em meu âmago sinto que minha mente começa a indicar as direções corretas. Agora percebo que, possivelmente, estive errada por todo esse tempo. Talvez o Ministério não seja meu destino, mas foi dentro dele que me reencontrei com uma parte importante de mim. Se possível, gostaria de retirar o que eu disse. Sim, a visita ao Ministério foi elucidante.

Enquanto depositava o ponto final em sua dissertação, aliviada por ter sido honesta consigo mesma e assumindo suas indecisões, Emmeline ainda não fazia ideia de que se tornaria uma Medibruxa importante no cuidado de centenas de bruxos durante sua carreira finalizada prematuramente, realizada com a sua escolha de profissão e feliz por poder colocar em prática seus ideais.

#◟ ⋆ 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 › development #task. #bbtask #não sei se cumpri o requisito #e odiei tudo #mas tá aí kkkkkkk

[coloradohq]

For task #3, we're asking you to discuss your muse's family. To help focus the topic (as it can be quite big) here are a few questions to consider. Of course, you're not obligated to answer these particular questions and you're more than welcome to showcase the task in any way you see fit -- a family tree, a drabble, simply answering the questions. The sky's the limit. Go wild!

Questions:

how does your muse define family? blood relations? found family? adopted/ fostered? who does their family consist of?

are there parents alive? do they have siblings? what does their relationship with these people look like? which family member do they most relate to? rely on?

what is their birth order -- the eldest, youngest, middle child?

what role do they play in their family -- the golden child, the scape goat, the funny one, etc?

what is their family's culture like and how does it relate to their larger culture/ethnicity/faith practice?

do they have/have they had pets? are they considered a part of the family?

are there any family secrets or things that they don't talk about outside of the family?

A few guidelines:

While this task isn’t mandatory, we strongly suggest that everyone participate.

There is no deadline on this task. So, please take the time you need to complete the task.

Please tag completed tasks with chq;task

You can find previous tasks here.

#task.

[sebvora]

LOCATION — The Jagged Yard.

WHO — Sebastian & Verda ( @verdadurmaz ).

VALENTINE'S DAY TASK. LOVE LETTER.

Sebastian had been sitting on a stool near the bar for what felt like an eternity, scribbling little doodles on a napkin’s edge while he tried to muster some form of eloquence from his brain. In actuality, he’d probably been sitting there for no more than fifteen minutes, and trying was a heavy overstatement as he really didn’t do much in the way of transcribing any words on the weak piece of paper. To any stranger, it would have appeared as though he hadn’t been working on anything of substance at all, but to him it was very important. This note, despite the irony of it being put together extremely last minute on a bar napkin, was the best idea he ever had. It was his ticket to getting laid, he was sure. Girls loved love letters, didn’t they? All he had to do was emulate a love letter, and he was golden. “Stupid fuckin’ pen,” he cursed under his breath, annoyed that the pressure he was applying was practically shedding the napkin underneath it. With a grumble, he tossed it mindlessly ahead of him, watching it bounce off the end of the counter and drop to the floor. He turned to the person beside him, having at least half the decency not to reach across them. “Can you hand me that pen over there? That one was like, fuckin’ broken or something.”

#INTERACTIONS. #ft. verda #providence.task #TASK.

[fctyacts]

Como nos fascinan las vidas de nuestros miembres, aquí va una serie de preguntas de la mano de VOGUE

73 QUESTIONS — envía los siguientes números para saber más.

1. ¿Por qué crees que has sido escogide para formar parte de THE FACTORY? 2. ¿Qué tres palabras te definen mejor? 3. ¿Cuál es tu debilidad más grande? 4. ¿Cuál es tu virtud más grande? 5. Si no estuvieras viviendo en NYC, ¿dónde estarías viviendo? 6. ¿Qué es lo más aventurero que has hecho hasta ahora? 7. ¿Qué es lo que más te emociona de esta etapa en tu vida? 8. ¿Tienes un placer culposo? ¿Cuál es? 9. ¿Qué talento quisieras poseer? 10. De no dedicarte a tu profesión, ¿a qué te dedicarías? 11. ¿Algo que te haga enojar? 12. ¿Hay algo que las personas no sepan de ti? ¿Qué cosa? 13. Si pudieras cambiar vidas con alguien, ¿con quién sería? 14. Si estás de mal humor, ¿prefieres que te dejen solx o que alguien intente animarte? 15. ¿Dónde te ves de aquí a 10 años? 16. ¿La persona que eras hace 5 años estaría orgullosx de quien eres ahora? 17. ¿Qué género musical te gusta más? 18. ¿Cuál es tu concepto de unas vacaciones perfectas? 19. ¿Qué consejo le darías a tu yo de 16 años? 20. ¿Cambiarías algo de tu personalidad?

#task.

[daiyus]

a selection of lyrics from the daiyu & zahra playlist. || listen here.

#task. #cd. #w. zahra. #:D

[kinderdays]

full name: maxym oliver valentine // status: deceased

people smile and tell me i'm the lucky one

your birth is bittersweet.  a beautiful healthy baby is born into a terribly ugly world, but your mother does not survive.  from your very first day it’s just you and your father.  he’s a capable man, he grew up hunting and camping.  he teaches you everything he knows.  he shows you how to survive off of the land, how to use nothing but your senses.  you grow up loved but lonely.  your father isn’t a trusting man and all he wants to do is keep you safe.  so you bounce from place to place, you never stay for too long.  you don’t make connections, you don’t grow roots.  all you have is each other.  

one day you make camp.  you’ve done it a thousand times, you know what to do.  but something is wrong.  your father wakes you up in a frenzy, you have to move.  there are runners, two of them.  perhaps they were once a couple.  it doesn’t matter now, all that matters is now they’re after you.  your father fights them off, he protects you.  you make it out.  you’ve lost some of your supplies  but you’ve made it out, everything is okay.  then your father stops you.  he has a bite on his arm.  he looks at you, he wraps his hands around your face and wipes away your tears.  he gives you his knife and his pack and he tells you to run.  you don’t want to leave him, he’s all you’ve ever known.  he doesn’t take no for an answer.  your tired legs carry you into the unknown.  you’re sixteen.

i'm so in love with you, honey

a lost boy.  for a while you wander scared, helpless.  you use the skills your father taught you to survive in the wilderness by yourself.  but soon you find a community.  it’s strange, having a room to call your own.  a part of you likes it, likes having a bit of consistency.  you become a soldier and it gives you a purpose.  you make a few friends, they help with the grief.  despite the horrors you’ve seen, you have the miraculous ability to remain an optimist.  there is a young girl who works in the infirmary, she patches you up a few times.  you’ve always been clumsy.  she’s kind, beautiful, brilliant, and you find yourself wanting nothing more than to make her smile.

one day you’re working on a lookout.  it’s a day like any other, you joke with your coworkers, you mess around a bit too much.  you make a wrong move and you tumble feet below.  you’ve always been clumsy, but this time the result is a fractured leg and bruised ribs.  your supervisor, an old friend, sends you to the hotel med bay.  a favor in kind, she knows a certain gentle nurse with golden hair works there.  in the weeks it takes you to recover she sits at your bedside.  she reads you her favorite books.  you learn the missing pieces of the fractured fairy tales your father tried to tell you growing up.  in return you entertain her with stories of the outside world.  you live every day for her.  when you’re healed, there isn’t a single piece of you that wants to leave.  you start missing a few shifts, your leg is still sore and you much prefer helping out around the infirmary.  

now i see a family where there once was none

when the new year comes, so does a new surprise.  a baby.  you hadn’t planned it and you’re scared out of your mind.  the very thing that killed your mother could now take the life of the person who means most to you in the world.  she reassures you everything will be alright.  her mother has helped others in the zone through the process- you both are in good hands.  the thought of having a family- putting down roots for the first time in your life, it’s exciting.  you’ve never had a that before.  you live at her home more than your own.  you eat meals together, you take care of each other.  you’re happy.

but your negligence catches up to you.  a punishment is brought forth, your patrol has changed.  now you have an outside route.  you work double shifts every day.  you come home ragged and barely get enough sleep to refresh for the morning.  she tries to take care of you, she tries to keep you fed and warm, but it’s not enough.  you only get weaker.   one day, when your back is turned, it's all over.

in the end, perhaps you’ll always be a lost boy.  the boy who will never grow up.  you leave behind your golden-haired nurse and your unborn child.  she feels lost without you.  for awhile, her mind is not her own.  she misses work, she lays in bed.  her nightmares return, in the night she calls for you but you can’t reach her.  but it’s alright, she has her mother, her brother.  they save her.  you know she’ll be okay, she was always the strong one.  

playlist –– danny’s song by loggins & messina // rose colored boy by paramore // strange magic by electric light orchestra // yellow by coldplay // teenage dream by stephen dawes // beautiful boy by john lennon // paper rings by taylor swift

character parallels –– jack dawson (titanic), peter parker (spider-man)

#task. #feat. maxym #death tw #me posting this 5 months late ??

[mcmus]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Name: Peregrine Alderman

Title: formerly Sergeant Alderman of the Hertfordshire Regiment, British Army

Referred to as: Mister Alderman

Nickname: Perry

Age: Thirty-Nine

Gender: Cis Male

Sexual orientation: Bisexual, .

Occupation: Head Valet.

Nationality: English

Religion: Catholic

Class: Working

Place of birth: Hertforshire

Hometown: Hertofordshire

Faceclaim: Matthew Goode (in Dancing on the Edge)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Height: 6'2" (188cm)

Weight: Underweight, definitely

Build: He's far too tall, and his limbs seem to be built for another's body - really, he doesn't quite fit into his own build at all.

Distinguishing marks: HIs knee is covered in scars from both childhood injury and the war - he is also covered in ticks and marks from his time on the front lines.

Hair colour: Black

Hair style: Impeccably kept, and always styled perfectly

Eye colour: Green

Clothing: He is not often seen without a full uniform on. If he is, he hides away in sweaters.

Scent(s): He is particular about smelling like smoke, even though he does smoke like a freight train - often he will find himself trying to mask it to no avail.

Accent: Posh, he has trained himself to not sound like he's been anywhere but London.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Summary: Never quite what anyone expected, and often proud of that fact, Perry has made a name for himself in service - where once he'd sneered at the idea of being a tradesman. Ruthless, and effortlessly charming in order to mask that, he is a control freak of the highest order - and had he not left the army, many suspect he would've risen through the ranks before being forced into retirement one way or another. But here, at Montmere House, he's found his own playground - a place he can lord over others and treat them as the pawns that he believes they are. Only time will tell, if this will work out for him.

Virtues: Intelligent, Assertive, Steadfast, Prim, Debonair

Vices: Ruthless, Abrasive, Petty, Uncaring, Apathetic

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Natal chart: Gemini

(Bad) Habits: Every time he opens his mouth, he has something bad to say - even if he holds it back

Character tropes: TBA.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

Parent(s): 

Sibling(s):

Spouse: 

Child/ren: 

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

TBA

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

TBA

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

TBA

#intro. #about. #task.

[osinferni]

✦ ― 나를 잊으셨습니까 평안하십니까

task 01 ― quem é o seu personagem?

✦ ― 달이 일천 번을 떠오르는데

Qual o nome do seu personagem? Há alguma razão por trás da escolha? ― De origem sino-coreana, Ha (昰) significa verão, grandeza e/ou talentoso, enquanto Yun (昀) significa luz do sol ou consentimento. Os pais de Hayun tinham em mente uma criança feliz, animada, mas com sabedoria para obter sucesso no que decidisse seguir como carreira. Já o nome Florence, ela mesma não pensou muito sobre. De origem do latim, significa florescer, prosperidade. Pensando em retrospectiva, era isso que ela mais queria no momento. Queria paz, mas também queria, no fundo do seu coração, seguir em frente.

Quais os objetivos dele em Eden? ― Viver. Florence quer aproveitar os anos que lhe foram tirados em vida, e não sabe quantos séculos sente que vão ser necessários para isso. Meio sem rumo, meio querendo ao máximo ajudar aqueles que precisam, Flor sente como se lutando uma batalha nas sombras (se não realmente fazendo isso).

✦ ― 오신다던 님은 기별이 없다

Cite, pelo menos, 3 inspos que combinam com seu char. ― Shinobu Kocho (Kimetsu no Yaiba), clotted cream cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom), Cale Henituse (Trash of the Count's Family).

Descreva seu personagem em 5 aesthetics. ― caderno com todas as folhas preenchidas, coleção de bichinhos de pelúcia, filmes da ghibli em tarde preguiçosas, caneta tinteiro, discutir teorias da conspiração tarde da noite.

Qual aspecto do clã escolhido você mais gostaria de explorar com o personagem? ― Quero que ela perceba que sua justiça é falha. Em algum momento ela vai se aproximar das outras pessoas do clã e perceber que tá todo mundo fazendo o melhor pra lidar com a própria situação.

✦ ― 죽어서도 원망하리

Como seu personagem lida com os humanos e sua alimentação? ― Lida com humanos da mesma forma que qualquer outro ser vivo, com respeito e atentos olhos cheios de si, com confiança que está fazendo o melhor que a situação permite. Só bebe sangue de animais que já iriam morrer, e quando se alimenta de humanos, somente em situações específicas (como quando saí para sua pequena caça). Ninguém sabe, e faz de tudo para permanecer assim. Faz de tudo que suas presas humanas permaneçam em segredo. Nem que precise levar o humano ainda vivo para o esgoto.

Liste os tipos de interação que mais te agradam e que gostaria de desenvolver na dash. ― Algumas coisas eu tenho em mente, como alguém que tenha o senso de justiça oposto do dela, ou a faça perder o controle e se irritar de verdade (ou no caso, mostrar que se irrita, porque se irritar de verdade nem é tão difícil). Alguém que a faça perder as estribeiras, digamos assim. Mas umas amizades soft, alguém que ela possa confiar e mostrar sua verdadeira face, isso seria um ou dois, no máximo. Mas ter em quem confiar faria bem pra ela. Não só de angst vive o homem. Mas é sempre bem vindo, ANGST !!! Quero.

@nesfantpontos

#nestask #nespontos #development. #task.

[ofmelcdies]

❛ ... i've heard it in the chillest land, and on the strangest sea... ❜

𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑-𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. twenty seven. written by taylor.

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Name: Lavinia Charlotte Delacour-Ryland

Title: Lady

Referred to as: Lady Lavinia

Nickname(s): Lav, Vinnie, Lottie (her father)

Age: Twenty-Seven

Gender: Cis Female

Sexual orientation: Pansexual, she finds fascination in personalities not gender

Occupation: Former typist, aspiring pianist

Nationality: British-American

Religion: Catholic, though slightly ambivalent given the loss of her parents

Class: Upper, raised middle class

Place of birth: Brooklyn, USA

Hometown: New York City, NY

Faceclaim: Florence Pugh (Little Women)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Height: 5’4” (1.63m)

Weight: 53kg (117 lbs)

Build: She has curves, a toned core, and strong calves, all of which are a side effect of walking most places in the city — she has a body built from motion

Distinguishing marks: A small scar on her chin from falling on a rock as a child

Hair colour: Blonde

Hair style: Long and often pinned up into a bun that is always fixed with her mother's red rhodonite pin

Eye colour: Green

Clothing: Accustomed to simple skirts and quarter-sleeved blouses, she has a difficult time adjusting to her new wardrobe of pinstriped dresses and hats – she often seeks guidance before dressing for the day

Scent(s): Lavender, vanilla, and a faint note of coffee beans

Accent: American, with a deep, melodic cadence

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

Summary: With a firecracker wit and sense of self attributable only to being raised by free-spirited parents, Lavinia is a breath of fresh air. She is passionate and, when asked, unafraid to give her honest opinion, making her your best bet for a healthy dose of reality. she pairs this silver tongue with an easy smile, oozing charm to soothe the sting of her words. She's a bird unwittingly plucked from her natural environment, trapped in a cage she never knew existed and asked to cope.

Virtues: Genuine, Inventive, Reliable, Insouciant, Humorous

Vices: Sarcastic, Stubborn, Cryptic, Impulsive, Possessive

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral – The Free Spirit

Natal chart: Capricorn Sun, Gemini Moon

Habits: bites nails when stressed

Character tropes: Rosalind (Shakespeare's As You Like It) 

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

Parent(s): Lord Arthur L. Ryland (deceased) - youngest brother of the Dowager Countess of Grantham ; Marguerite Delacour (deceased) - french expat

Sibling(s): N/A

Spouse: Unmarried 

Children: N/A

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Following her father's death, Lavinia made one request of Montmere's legal team. Using her newfound wealth, a train ticket was arranged for her to visit her late mother's parents in Quebec. It was the first and last time she saw them in person, and marked her last stop in the Americas before boarding the ship to England. She still writes to her grandmother monthly.

Sarcasm is a cloak she wears well, a coping mechanism developed to get through life in the city. that said, she’s fairly open, so long as the conversation doesn’t stray too far from the surface; she’ll just as readily discuss her emotions as she’ll endure a root canal.

Given her upbringing, she finds her greatest challenge since arriving at Montmere — save for remembering all of the titles and idiosyncrasies of nobility— is aligning herself with her newfound relatives. She grew up around the people who served, not those who hired the service. 

Fiercely protective of her mother, Lav doesn’t speak of her parents often, if at all, having grown tired of pitying stares. She wasn't the sort of woman to have been accepted into this society, too rebelliously French to sup at a table with more than one fork. Her father is a safer topic, though until she learns his reasons for keeping this side of the family a secret, she keeps to surface-level retellings.

She hasn't quite grasped the concept of having tea in the morning over coffee, and she'll often consider sneaking downstairs to make a pot herself.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

Dowager Countess of Grantham – her father never mentioned his family beyond passing comments of “your grandmother this, your aunt that." She had assumed that anyone carrying the Ryland surname must have died. Now she seeks answers, had her father willingly run off into the night or was there something more at play?

Downstairs – Being that she grew up in a middle class environment, I would love to see Lavinia interact with members of the downstairs. She feels like she can relate, but can she really now that she has “Lady” tacked onto her name?

Mentor – She needs someone to teach her the ropes because, whether she likes it or not, she’s rich now and this is her world. Plus, it would be a lie to say that she’s not at least moderately interested in what this world has to offer. 

#about. #task.

[belledoslivros]

Objeto: A princesinha, 1ª edição, presente de @adamafera

Localização: Na mesa de cabeceira do quarto dela.

#ttdtask #task.

[coloradohq]

We're starting off the tasks with a relatively simple one. We recognize that sometimes, as writers, we get bogged down in our character's present, or find ourselves struggling to identify a future direction for them. For task #1, please outline 3-5 goals/future plotlines that you'd like to explore for your muse. We're hoping that this will lead to more plots and connections for your muses.

A few guidelines:

While this task isn't mandatory, we strongly suggest that everyone participate.

There is no deadline on this task. So, please take the time you need to complete the task.

Please tag completed tasks with chq;task

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out.

#task.

[anankc]

Charlotte Li - An Introduction

Name: Born as Li Xiulan, but took the name Charlotte Li in her earliest ventures out of Chinatown, and has rarely used her birth name at all since leaving New York.

Title(s): Miss

Referred to as: Miss, Miss Li

Nickname(s): Char to those closest to her, Lottie to acquaintances in the world of entertainment, though she's not especially fond of the nickname.

Age: Thirty

Gender: Cis woman

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Lady's Maid to Lady Faye Manderley

Nationality: American

Religion: Chinese folk religion, only practiced in small, private ways

Class: Working

Place of birth: Chinatown, New York City, USA

Hometown: As above

Faceclaim: Jing Tian

Physical description

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 112lbs

Build: Slender, with soft curves, and strong calves and forearms

Distinguishing marks: Scars, moles, and the like.

Hair colour: Jet black

Hair style: Typically worn pinned away from her face, in gentle curls. Despite the fashion of the times, Charlotte has never been able to bring herself to cut it shorter than mid-back.

Eye colour: Deep brown, dark enough to appear black in certain light.

Clothing: While not especially stylish, Charlotte keeps up with the fashion of the times when not in uniform. She prefers clean, simple styles, mostly in neutrals and muted hues. She is loathe to throw anything away, and though she's far from an expert seamstress, is practiced at keeping older clothing looking smart.

Scents: Freshly washed linen, cut flowers, and a light spray of rosewater

Accent: Neutral American, and although she has worked hide it, her natural Chinese accent sometimes slips through when her guard is down.

Personality

Summary: Fitting of her assumed role as lady's maid, Charlotte, at least at a glance, may seem to slip into the background. With a timid nature and a sensitive spirit, in another life Charlotte may have scarcely left her native New York, let alone America. But oh, she is so desperately glad she did. Her travels have not made her bold and brash, and she has never possessed much in the way of charisma, but she has learned to hold her own in matters of business, if not in matters of the heart. Still, while she loves so dearly, there is a lonely, jealous streak in her that only seems to grow deeper with each passing season. Charlotte wishes she could rid herself of it, but, put simply, she never has been able to help her heart.

Virtues: Diligent, loyal, gentle, romantic, mild-mannered

Vices: Avoidant, critical, sensitive, indecisive, prone to holding grudges over even petty matters

Moral alignment: Neutral Good

Natal chart: Pisces in the Western Zodiac, born in the year of the Snake in the Chinese Zodiac

Habits: Humming while she works, mumbling to herself in Mandarin, saving scraps, rising early, daydreaming, lip biting, smoothing non-existent creases in her clothes

Character tropes: Elinor Dashwood (Sense & Sensibility), Sook-hee (The Handmaiden), Amélie Poulain (Amélie)

Family ties

Parent(s): Li Shufen (mother, deceased), Li Jianhong (father, estranged)

Sibling(s): None

Spouse: Unmarried

Child/ren: None

Miscellaneous headcanons:

Coming soon

Wanted plots

Crush. Charlotte can't quite help herself, her affections develop so easily. She rarely ever acts on them, but recently longing has become a more constant companion, and thus she might be a little less subtle with her warm glances, shy smiles, and pink cheeks. How the other muse feels about her affections, or if they've even noticed, is entirely up for discussion. Open to upstairs or downstairs, any gender.

Guide. Someone (probably downstairs?) willing to help Charlotte, who is not always in tune with the nuances of service and the workings of Manor Houses, navigate life at Montmere. Could be out of the goodness of their heart, or perhaps because there's something that they want from Charlotte or her employer.

Animosity. They've picked up on the fact that Charlotte simply does not have the formal training typically expected of someone in her position, and thus find her an unwelcome presence at Montmere. Could be quiet resentment, open disdain, or even actively trying to remove her from the estate. Open to upstairs or downstairs.

Unexpected Reunion. Friends, acquaintances or business associates met during Faye's European tours. Could be someone Charlotte quietly longed after, a short but meaningful friendship, someone she clashed with in financial matters, or anything else really.

#intro. #task.