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evangelinexdubois · 2 months

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— whoa! EVANGELINE DUBOIS just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 19 YEARS, working as an EDITOR-IN-CHIEF FOR VANITY FAIR. that can’t be easy, especially at only 37 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CONTROLLING and DEMANDING, but I know them to be CREATIVE and SHARP. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! —

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Full Name: Evangeline Dubois Nickname(s): Eva Age:Thirty-seven Height: 5′9″ Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female & she/her Orientation: Bisexual Hometown: Peillon, France Residential Area: Manhattan, New York Occupation: Editor-in-chief for Vanity Fair Relationship status: Single (not-yet-divorced)

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Born and raised in a small rural village in France, Evangeline always dreamed bigger than that. Whilst her parents worked as farmers, making sure that they had enuogh food on the table, Evangeline wished to be surrounded by the big city lights. She wanted to be surrounded by the people, she wanted to be seen, and she wanted to be in places where life never stopped.

A chance for that came one day when she was barely sixteen. during a class field trip to one of the nearby cities, Evangeline was spotted by an agent for one of the modelling agencies. There was something about the young girl that was so fascinating, something that drew people right into her, so the offer to get her modelling gigs was almost expected. After a lot of begging and reasoning with her parents, Evangeline was allowed to take on modelling whilst still studying.

Over the next two years, Evangeline's career blossomed. Whilst she wasn't tall enough for a career on the runway, she was great for photoshoots. She was thrilled to be doing it, happy that she could see Paris, London, and eventually New York. It was New York that she completely fell in love with, adoring the city that never slept. It was like day and night compared to the rural France, and Evangeline loved it.

The moment she got her high school degree, she was off to the USA. However, modelling wasn't enough for the young woman. She had come to absolutely love the fashion world, and she hated the fact that she was only showing it all off. She wanted to be in the middle of it, she wanted to be surrounded by it, so, when years later, an offer came to work for a magazine, she happily accepted it.

Smart and cunning, Evangeline learned how to climb the path to her dream career. Whilst she was often seen as just a pretty face, that opinion quickly changed whenever the people were confronted by Evangeline's quick wit and great intelligence. Over the years her modelling gigs concluded, and her career in fashion blossomed.

Nearly ten years ago, in the most unusual circumstances, Evangeline came across her future husband. He was her complete opposite, but somehow, they fit, falling hard and deep for one another. Whilst so many of their views, opinions and just about everything else clashed, when he proposed, Evangeline did not hesitate to say yes.

That didn't stop her from continuing on with her career. No matter how much she loved her husband, her career was her first love. Overtime was a natural thing for her, staying in the office until late nights or attending many galas was an absolutely common occurence. It helped her reach what she was after, living above everyone in the city that never slept and being the best.

Five years ago, Evangeline was offered the job as the editor in chief for Vanity Fair. She was still so young, still so seemingly inexperienced, but that didn't stop her from accepting the job. Even to this day, she loves the challenge, she loves knowing that she reached it through nothing but her hard work and talent, and she's keen to prove anyone who thinks less of her wrong.

With how demanding her job was on a regular basis, Evangeline refused to slow down with everything else. Whilst her and her husband clashed, she still felt the safest around him. He was the person she could always open up to - as much as she could, and he was the only person she could imagine having kids with.

Naturally, that was exactly what they tried for. However, as years went by, Evangeline couldn't get pregnant. Failure was not an option in the woman's eyes, so when the doctors told her that her chances of having children were close to zero, she refused to listen to them. It couldn't be true, not when everything else in her life was going so well.

And yet, Evangeline refused to reveal the news to her husband. It was a horrible mistake to make, however, the woman closed off, refusing to share just about anything with him, focusing completely on her work instead. It was the one thing that never let her down, even when her own body did, and she craved for that comfort.

As expected, this caused cracks in Evangeline's marriage. Whilst her career blossomed, her name becoming more and more recognizeable in the fashion world, her marriage suffered. Going home didn't feel as good as it used to, and sharing her bed with the man who she assumed resented her was the one thing she dreaded.

So when Evangeline asked for a divorce, it as a completely understandable for her and utterly shocking to her husband. Still, she refused to accept his begging, his requests to work on their marriage. It was heartbreaking, it hurt her in so many ways, but Evangeline stood her ground. She couldn't bring herself to admit to him why she was asking for a divorce, and instead, she simply focused on her career. After all, it was always there, always waiting for her, and it made her happy.

#boroughs.intro #bio

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spctlights · 1 year

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(—) ★ spotted!! DYLAN RAIN on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 33 year old looks like OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN, but i don’t really see it. while the STUNTMAN/STUNT COORDINATOR is known for being PROTECTIVE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be HARSH i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song YOU’RE ALL I NEED –– MOTLEY CRUE

BASIC INFORMATION:

name: dylan christopher rain. peter christopher isaac junior.

nicknames: dyl, d.

pronouns: he/him.

gender: cis man.

age: thirty-three.

date of birth: november 28th, ‘89.

place of birth: lismore, australia. ( moved at the age of twenty-four to beverly hills , united states due to family relocating )

astrological sign: saggitarius.

orientation: straight.

APPEARANCE:

height: six foot three.

build: broad shouldered, strong muscles, but still relatively slender.

hair colour: brown.

eye colour: blue.

wardrobe style: tends to wear clothes that he can move in, lots of sweatshirts, hoodies, and form fitting but not too tight t-shirts in dark colours.

tattoos: none.

piercings: none.

defining features: bright blue eyes and a large scar moving up his left arm.

HEALTH:

physical ailments: none.

mental ailments: PTSD.

alcohol use: drinks socially.

drug use: rarely - if any, weed.

addictions: none.

PERSONALITY:

positive traits: protective, charismatic, honest.

negative traits: quick-tempered, cold, harsh.

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS:

skills: most sports - specifically gymnastics/acrobatics, long-distance running.

weaknesses: anything creative.

languages spoken: english, some arabic.

FAMILY:

father: pete isaac ( deceased, fifty - five )

mother: meredith rain elain isaac nee scottsman ( alive, fifty - one )

sister: florence rain gwyn isaac ( alive, twenty - five ) @delvedinto

CAREER/LIFE DETAILS (tw: military, abuse, psychosis, ptsd, stabbing, murder) :

peter was born to a devoted, very young and ambitious mother, elain, and a military man father, pete. as a young boy, he spent most of his time with his grandparents, as his father was away on military tours and his mother was still studying to become a defence lawyer. peter had not been planned – though he never felt that way. though both parents worked incredibly hard to provide for him and his younger sister gwyn and they were well-off, they were there for every important moment in his life, or his mum had been anyway. he adored his father though and looked up to him immensely. he was a powerful, strong and enigmatic man, absolutely devoted to his children.

as he grew up, his father retired from the force and now working as a fire fighter, his opinion didn’t change one bit. instead, despite pretending otherwise, he had his life planned out for himself. join the army like his father had done and rise up in rank. peter wouldn’t leave the army, no matter what happened. though he could see the mental toll it had taken on his father, to him, that was honourable. that was what a real man should do. he took up every sport he could and excelled in gymnastics and track.

so when his father’s behaviour became more erratic, peter ignored it. it was par for the course, it was proof of how much good his father had done, the risks he had taken. when he finished high school, he immediately signed up for the army. it was only a few days before he was due to set out for basic training that his father had his first erratic episode that turned violent. he had come running inside from the pool when he found his dad with his hands on his sister’s shoulders, pushing her roughly against a wall. his first thought - what had gwyn done? he immediately positioned himself behind his father and grappled the man, holding him tightly until he calmed down, not before receiving an elbow to the face. it had not been fun to explain to his drill sergeant a few days later.

he spent little time at home after that. he immediately went on his first deployment to iraq. he called home as often as he could, his mother often berading him for choosing to go into the military in the first place, his father equal parts proud and disappointed over the phone, and using most of his time to speak to gwyn. he went on deployment after deployment, rarely staying home for much for than two months in between. he was on his sixth tour, the second one in afghanistan, when he had managed to secure some temporary leave. he initially had wanted to delay his deployment - his father was getting worse and he did not like the idea of leaving them alone with him, but he’d had no choice. he’d also missed gwyn’s sixteenth birthday, but it was only a few weeks out - and he still hoped to surprise her by coming back a bit earlier.

as peter made his way up the drive, he heard yelling - panicked and frightened. he dropped his bags in the front garden and ran up to the house and inside, he found a scene right out of his nightmares. his sister and his mother in a fight with his father. time seemed to slow as he sprinted, seeing the second knife, held by gwyn, stabbed into his father’s chest. there were wood splinters everywhere, and a struggle had clearly already ensued. rage bubbled up his throat like bile and he pulled his father off his sister with an effort. she was freaking out and would not stop holding onto him, but eventually he managed. the blood was spreading, but in his father’s psychosis, he still seemed adamant to cause harm. a dangerous calm came over him and he took what he had learned in training and did the opposite. peter locked eyes with the man who’d given him his name, grit his teeth in anger, and he pulled both knives out of the wounds. the bloodflow to increased immediately, and he let his father drop the last few inches to the floor before reaching over and pulling his sister into his arms, soothing her but never pulling his dry eyes from his father.

they moved to beverly hills as soon as the case had been dropped. the case had brought some unwanted attention onto him, but he was honourably discharged, his final rank a major. they changed their names – peter christopher isaac became dylan christopher rain. he was at a loss of what to do, so he found work as an extra and got his personal training license. he stumbled his way into stunt work and found that his gymnastics experience along with his army experience helped. he knew how real fights looked, but he also knew how to make them safe. the last few years, he’s been working on various tv-shows and films for their stunt work, now slowly taking on more stunt coordinator and choreographer work now he’s getting a little older.

#⸻ ✧ DYLAN RAIN : ISMS ⧽#hillzhqsintro #military tw #murder tw #abuse tw #psychosis tw #mental health tw

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norafms · 2 years

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“you carry the heavens in your eyes like one of those old greek tragedies. and i’d call you atlas but he wasn’t given the choice to hold the stars.

you were.”

backstory. spotify. pinterest.

hey it’s g again:) this is nora, kinda looks like a taylor swift / lana del rey song. a bitch but hides a giant heart. i also decided that proof reading isn’t a thing. i never heard of it. who put that idea in your head baby? are you having hallucinations? did you take your meds? or was it your friends... this is why i don’t let you hang out with them. also if u see something here that i already put in other bios... no you didn't mind ur business this is MY intro.

'mkay enjoy now xoxo

“i closed off all easy roads leading to me but i’m reachable if you are willing to go the extra mile.”

full name: eleonora ‘nora’ hoffman

age: thirty-seven

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

star sign: taurus

date of birth: 13/05/1985

label: the femme fatale

occupation: fashion designer

neighborhood: downtown

alignment: neutral

personality type: entj

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

positive traits: elegant, sophisticated, self-confident, enticing, charismatic, determined, efficient, reliable, strategic, logical, eloquent, independent, meticulous, observant

negative traits: impatient, stubborn, ruthless, unattainable, workhaolic, perfectionist, manipulative, callous, inflexible, assertive, bossy, tactless, hopeless romantic

distinctive traits: very expensive sunglasses, always perfectly, movements so graceful that often make you look like you’re dancing

fashion style: expensive designer clothes most of which you designed that give you the looks of a old-fashioned diva on (has those elvira hancock/holly golightly vibes)

scent: cherry and expensive perfume

bad habits: smoking, overworking

theme song: cherry wine by hozier / baby one more time by the marias BUT ALSO any song from lana del rey rlly feeling watercolor eyes rn

aesthetics:

“i withdraw from people and places from time to time. i need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”

driving a motorcycle in high heels. sharp fingers tapping on a wine glass. a collection of vintage cabriolet cars you can pick from everyday. thigh high. knowing al the buttons to press to break a man. lipstick stains on linen napkins. a honey toned voice spewing harsh words never having to raise your town to assert yourself. a martini glass. stomping on scarlet kissed cigarette buts with stiletto heels. always being an inpactful presence everyone notices too many sets of silk lingerie night dresses with matching nightgowns. hair falling perfectly on your shoulders without any effort. never being overdressed, it’s the others that are underdressed. being fashionably late. an unmissable smile the sun is jealous of. being used to feeling everyone’s eyes on you. a hint of malice in the glimmer of your eyes. natural flair that appears easy everytime you move. not being too expressive because it will give you wrinkles. a love out of a fairytale. dining by the tour eiffel at night. lace gloves. waking up at dawn to do your yoga exercises and your morning run. never eating junkfood. expensive white wine or champagne. playing god. watching all your dreams crumble in front of your eyes. a heart that tries to burn under layers of ice.

character references:

“and here you come with a shiled for a heart and a sword for a tongue.”

jane smith ( ms & mr smith ) , katherine pierce ( the vampire diaries ), mrs robinson ( the graduate ) , coco chanel ( coco chanel ) , miranda priestly ( the devil wears prada ), spencer hastings ( pretty little liars ), fiona gallagher ( shameless) kathani sharma ( bridgerton ) , fallon morrell carrington ( dynasty ), blair waldrof ( gossip girls )

personality:

“when i was younger i used to say i would never end up this way.”

appearance:

not many dare to even look at you in the eye, switching gazes when you catch them staring. you’re unattainable, unapproachable, the independent, bossy woman who will take no one’s words but hers. people swallw down harshly when talking to you, often not looking at you in the eye, your patience is thin and they fear of surpassing the line: the smiles you offer hide sharp canines that you’re not afraid to show. you hate small talks and circling around the subject without tackling it headfirst, you always want to get straight to the point without fake pleasentries. you say things for how they are no matter how hurtful, and your eyes burn on people’s figure when you use them to scrutinize their behavior, clothes and attitude, though you observe and not judge, but if something doesn’t result appealing to you you will voice it without problems. you hold such authority that you never need to raise your voice, you always speak in the same hony tone, it’s the other that lower theirs. you have your way without any troubles, people take your words as law, and when you don’t you’re not afraid to raise hell always with elegance and flair. you could walk to hell and back and your perfect makeup would remain untouched.

to friends:

you’re not one for sentimental stuff so you’ll never admit it, but you deeply love your friends and find way to show it every day. your love languages are gift giving and quality time. if it comes to giving advice it depends on your mood and what is asked of you, sometimes you’ll roll your eyes and tell them to stop being so sensitive, othertimes you’ll pour a glass of wine and try to find the best words in your wide dictionary. your friends are not many, but true, as it’s difficult to find someone who won’t annoy you and you blocked all the roads to you, plus not everyone finds your presence pleasing. but you’re loyal, and even though sometimes you can be a little too detouched and harsh, you still find your ways to be likeable. not that you care, if you can call them friends it either means that they’ve accepted all your bad traits or that they share the same as yours. but behin layers and layers of cold ice you hide the warmest heart that at time shows, but you’re quick to lock it back in. you always love a good time and a good laugh.

to lovers:

you learnt from a young age that you could have anyone hooked just by the way you moved, quickly mastering the act of seduction. but you finished sleeping around the time you met your boyfriend. love interests you now more than ever, you wish and seek someone able to wrap their arms around you and warm your chest, you want to love with every fiber of your being. but that would mean tearing your defences down and you’re not to keen about it, it’s easier to keep wielding the sword to everyone who steps too close. but you never stopped flirting, it comes easy for you as you’re seductive in almost everything you do. you like keeping them on their toes, especially men, you like seeing their faces as they desperately try to hang on to your fingers, you take pleasure in their desperation. it is a little different with women but you always wish to be worshipped and desired. you’ve got a captivating smile and eyes that lure in victims, it’s your hands that then keeps them locked. but now things with your boyfriend aren’t going so great, perhaps you’ll fall into old habits, or you’ll keep your head high in the search for love.

“i had no idea how greedy my heart really was.”

#ithacaintro

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saintdomm · 2 years

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*HER EYES, HER LARGE DARK EYES, WERE AMBIGUOUS.

*NAME: Dominique Richeza Wolff *AGE: thirty-eight *OCCUPATION: philanthropist & cosmetic / reconstructive surgeon @ Wolff Wellness *PINTEREST: here.

— delicate hands tucked into leather gloves, the flashing of camera bulbs white-cold and relentless as the snow, perfume no one can identify, smiling without showing teeth; thread fraying, the delicate undoing of a velvet ribbon, kissing a cold statue to study the intricacies of its lips; a rose bowing under the weight of snowfall, pulling death from a tarot deck, the gaze of a room sweeping in one direction, the sight of swans through the fog on the morning lake, measured words, moonlit confessions, the kinds of bargains made in folktales, the weight of holding a fractured family together.

BASICS, HISTORY, WANTED CONNECTIONS, & EXTRAS UNDER THE CUT !!

*BASICS.

NAME: Dominique Richeza Wolff NICKNAMES: Dom, Doc AGE: thirty-eight D.O.B.: December 26, 1983 BIRTHPLACE: Monte Carlo, Monaco CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England LANGUAGES SPOKEN: French, German, English AFFILIATION: Unaffiliated ( so far ) OCCUPATION: cosmetic / reconstructive surgeon @ Wolff Wellness & philanthropist EDUCATION: PhD in Medicine SEXUALITY / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: publicly straight ( gasp ) but ??? idk and neither does she RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CHILDREN: none POSITIVE TRAITS: independent, ambitious, patient, efficient, noble NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, haughty, reticent, overly-analytical, presumptuous INSP: Astrid Leong-Teo, Sansa Stark, Jane Bennett, Fleur Delacour, Chrissy Cunningham, fictionalizations of Evita Peron, and Vesper Lynd

*HISTORY.

* trigger warnings for: sibling death, drowning, body horror ** dom’s bio is hella long bc i have no editing skills whatsoever, so there’s a tldr first, followed by her bio, wcs, & extra details. wcs can also be found here !!

*TLDR.

The eldest Wolff child and older sister of Sascha Wolff. Haunted by her twin brothers’ accident ( and one’s death ), she now works as a cosmetic surgeon specializing in reconstructive surgery at her business, Wolff Wellness. The dutiful daughter and public ‘face’ of the Wolff family, particularly where their philanthropic endeavors are concerned. A bit afraid of making truly deep, personal connections. In desperate need of fun, excitement, and therapy. Teeters between Neutral Good and Neutral Evil. Former equestrian, European socialite, local wine mom. Known by everyone and no one.

*ACT I » Childhood.

She is raised by a woman in a sprawling estate, a woman who claims no relation to the Wolff family other than the name signed on her monthly checks in exchange for her services as an au pair. The family in question has a wealth that rivals European nobility, and as the affluent are want to do with their firstborns, she is treated much in the manner of a prized possession. It’s strange, to be born and immediately be given the objective of glimmering like a jewel on a pedestal, captivating hearts without intention, but there is no role for which she's better suited than dutiful daughter.

Unlike the twins who would come long after her, Dominique’s childhood is not blurred in a kaleidoscope of bright colors, nor is it shaded in varying hues of experiment and excitement — it’s filled with stillness, the years shaped by perfect postures and practiced smiles. She is taught how to measure herself and grows in this manner, never once allowing herself to chase after freedom or fun. With each passing year, she blooms into the family’s pride and joy, their perfect little reserved creation, seemingly equal parts treasure and sole inheritor, until —

She is eleven, and two bouncing baby brothers arrive in her life without warning, explanation, or grace. Whether because of the age difference between she and them, or instead due to the sense of selfish privilege born from years of being the firstborn, she doesn’t care for them. Blood relative though they might be, it’s entirely too easy to compartmentalize her family, new additions included, as ‘us’ and ‘them.’

*ACT II » Formative Years.

By order of birth alone, Dominique is destined to be the family’s heavenly creature, while Samuel and Sascha are granted the leniency to act as wild little devils, unrestrained in their reckless pursuit of the world. Her formative years are ( thankfully ) not occupied by their antics — the wealthy have a penchant for creating problems they’re unwilling to deal with, after all — and she is shipped off to a boarding school at 12, surrounded by young nobles, the children of foreign dignitaries, and other elites. It’s here that she is first granted the freedom to explore, though she struggles with the concept. Her version of freedom had always inevitably found the bars of its birdcage, but under the guiding hands of a few friends, she fashions herself into the perfect socialite: a champion equestrian, a fixture at fashion shows, a regular recipient of a-list invitations.

At 18, she elects to go to university rather than take the gap year half-expected of young elites. Though there are a few things her teenage self is passionate about — equestrian, ballet, even fashion — she elects to follow an educational track of medicine. Her parents think it’s a silly pursuit — after all, why would a girl with her looks and her wealth and her family name ever want to work a job at all— but Dominique knows herself better: she’s a creature who thrives off of structure, and for once, she has the opportunity to build it by her own hands, for her own self.

For a decade, she dedicates herself to the study of medicine, volunteers her summers as a student assistant for Doctors Without Borders, earns degrees at prestigious universities. Although she garners all these opportunities by her own merit, there’s no denying the too-expensive private schools and well-connected names which have propelled her forward — and even if they were never needed, necessarily, it would be ignorant to claim that certain privileges were always there to cushion her, should she fall. The fact of the matter, much to her family’s delight, is that she never does.

*ACT III » Adulthood.

The same can’t be said of her younger siblings, whose penchant for utter fuckery means a seemingly endless rejection of a safety net. On the last day of her residency, she receives news of the twins’ accident — and how the twins were suddenly without one another, born together and severed too soon. Dominique drops everything and rushes back to Monaco, returning once more to the role of dutiful daughter.

She’s never seen bodies marred in the way her brothers’ are — not the strange oyster-grey of Samuel’s skin, pebble-textured, and blue-lipped, nor the scarred mass of Sascha’s own, broken but still alive. The death of one and the disfigurement of both haunts her, exists as memories of a moment she could have prevented, had she only been a better sister. Largely by her own doing, it falls on Dominique to somehow correct it all, to restore their family to what it once was — an impossible, selfish task, of course, complicated further by Sascha’s increasingly dangerous behavior.

The camera flashes come soon after, each click of the button as harsh as hail, and thousands of strangers capitalize on a family’s pain as a single moment is captured in time: the perfect family portrait, etched in diamond and glass — now clouded with ash and tears.

*ACT IV » Recent History.

After her brother’s death, Dominique is propelled to pursue a new path in medicine, one in reconstructive surgery. To many, it’s an unsurprising shift; her world is shaped by the maintenance of appearances, and those in her circle are certainly no stranger to going under the knife as often as they liked. More than this, however — it seems the right course of action, to help those recovering from physical affliction by restoring them to pre-trauma functionality and appearance.

Her new career path of helping others live a less painful life exists somewhere between atonement and catharsis, and for that she’s thankful. But it also removes her of the chance of developing a long-term fondness for a living thing, and instead allows her to create a course correction of the past in order to survive the future. Her first places of work are in world-renowned hospitals ( in America, Switzerland, and England ), but when her family launches the Wolff Foundation — in honor of Samuel Wolff, and largely to dissuade the press from digging into Sascha’s reckless behavior — she’s given the task of overseeing their London operations and starts her own business, Wolff Wellness, at 33.

The camera flashes eventually die down, or perhaps she simply gets used to them, and the measured girl of her youth returns to her in adulthood, only more knowing and practiced than ever. It becomes clear that her role now is not just as dutiful daughter, but as the perfect public face of the entire Wolff Family Her smiles are open, but the spark of her eyes grows ever more ambiguous, as though concealing away the true thoughts of her mind. Caught between blood-bound loyalty to her tight-knit family, and an internal inclination to do more, Dominique now finds herself internally struggling between preservation and actualization. There’s a yearning there, not for more per se, but something different — but this remains at her increasingly private discretion, as everything in her life does.

*WANTED CONNECTIONS.

*FRIENDS: In general, her closest friends are those from influential / high-society families, or those she would have come across before moving to London. Dom makes plenty of acquaintances, but deep friendships are a lot more rare these days — but regardless, we can work something out! She’s always down to split a bottle of her favorite red, and is more often than not in desperate need of some kind of fun in her life.

*PATIENTS: Whether her own patient or just a frequenter of her wellness center’s spa is UTP! Open to patients seeking purely cosmetic or more necessary, reconstructive surgeries. Bonus points if this is someone she’s helped as a volunteer medic, or someone involved in one of the organizations in a sort of emergency situation. ( Doctors are sworn to help people, after all. )

*ROMANCES, ET AL: In terms of pure romance, she’s not the easiest girl to get ( by design ), and so most romantic / sexual relationships are either short-lived or purely kept on for the stress relief of it all. Here are a couple ideas for a possible romantic connect, but I’m down to think up other connects, too!

FWB / FLINGS: Any regular fwb / fling would be someone who’s kept her interest, for whatever reason — I have some ideas, but ( as with all shippy things ) I def want this to be a collaborative connection!

BLIND DATES: I imagine that Dom’s friends ( and definitely her parents ) are always trying to set her up with someone, and thus — blind dates are a regular part of her schedule. Likely someone of a similar status to her ( elitism is gross, I know ) but I’m interested in playing around with other ideas!

EXES: Self-explanatory, and open to exploring all reasons behind why your character and Dominique broke up. Though she’s wonderful in her own way, I feel like her nature and the nature of her family both present different avenues tending towards inevitable romantic failure.

*MED WORLD CONNECTS: What is says on the tin! I haven’t researched enough / decided on where Dom received her degrees, but regardless — they could have first met at some conference, worked together at a hospital or on a volunteer medic program, gone to school together, etc. Though Dom isn’t especially competitive, it would be fun to play around with a sort of inspirational rival dynamic.

*RISKY BUSINESS: Dom’s currently unaffiliated with any of the organizations and generally maintains a neutral attitude on most large-scale matters ( there’s a family name and public image to uphold, after all ), but I’ve got a few ideas on how she might get involved with some shady things:

*drugs tw*

For some unlawful reason, your character wants Dom to give an important client of hers ( npc or otherwise ) meds that will make them incapacitated for a longer-than-extended period of recovery ( but otherwise unharmed.) Dom would have to be sold on the idea that her client is largely a threat of some kind — or would need to learn that they are against a cause important to her or her family’s charity. Could also work for people other than important London figures, but there would need to be a compelling enough reason behind it.

Your character tries to convince ( ahem, potentially bribe, possibly scare ) Dominique into breaking doctor-patient confidentiality in order to gain information on their enemy. Definitely open to them being crime-related, political, media-inclined, or what have you. While she’s a surgeon and not a therapist, her work involves a lot of dissecting people’s pasts and their traumas — and so, she would occasionally have access to things such as a client’s mental health, their history, physical weaknesses, etc. Dom is certainly one of my most stable characters ( possibly...ever? ) but I’m intrigued to see how she might respond to the constant pressure of another trying to get her to break doctor-patient confidentiality, for whatever reason.

Your character realizes that Dominique offers a substantial asset that would benefit their organization. She wouldn’t be the easiest to bag, but I’m interested nonetheless in seeing her become an unofficial affiliate due to her duty, as a doctor, to help people. As with all of the Risky Business connects, she’d have to be compelled into doing so!!

*FAMILY CONTACTS: Another self-explanatory, wide-range one for ya! These would be people who have worked for her family as drivers, security, finance managers, publicists, private investigators, etc. I imagine that Dom has all of these on her payroll, perhaps except for the last one, so these could definitely be for current connects as well as past workers for the family!

*CHARITY CONTACTS: Anyone affiliated with the Wolff family’s charity, which is an international, multi-purpose foundation similar to the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. I imagine that it supports projects within the realms of arts, health, technology, and education. So, your character can be connected in any number of ways — perhaps as an artist in search of funding or promotion, a former scholarship recipient, a tech whiz vying for a grant, etc. This can also be for city activists, who perhaps take issue with the foundation or the Wolff family’s wealth itself, or for board members who push Dominique to pursue more projects.

If none of these suit you I’m always down to think up new things! Just send me your lovely chara’s bio / wcs, or hit me up with an idea or two of your own, and we can go from there <333

*EXTRAS.

Was an accomplished equestrian in her teenage years, but stopped riding ( and participating in any potentially life-threatening events ) after Samuel’s death.

Her favorite of the twins was always Samuel, if only because he was more adept at the things he pursued and more regularly successful.

Her business, Wolff Wellness, specializes in cosmetic & reconstructive surgery, and offers holistic services similar to those at a luxury wellness spa.

Though German is her parents’ language, she much prefers French when not speaking English. One can easily tell where they stand with her depending on the language of the pet name she gives them.

Lives in a three-bedroom townhouse in Mayfair, which was purchased as a gift by her parents for her 33rd birthday / in celebration of her business launching.

Due solely to her time as a volunteer medic and certainly not to her parent’s example, she is aware of her privilege...but she does choose to ignore it, to an extent. Admitting to nepotism would be the same as admitting that the system needs to change — but she’s the one reaping the benefits of said system, so ... )

Attempts to counteract / atone for this in her own way by truly committing to the family’s philanthropic endeavors and other charitable works.

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