#crimson.intro

[camxjones]

( alex fitzalan, twenty-five, male, he/him, november 27th ) Have you seen CAMERON JONES around ? I hear they’re an VETERINARIAN AT PAWS LIFE who can sometimes be SARCASTIC & IMPULSIVE. But I also heard they can be LOYAL & GENEROUS if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around RECKLESS RECORDS in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright !( bia, she/her, 25, gmt-3, january 30th )

Full name: Cameron Alan Jones

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Twenty-five

Occupation: Veterinarian at Paws Life

Zodiac: Sagittarius

 PHYSICAL

Faceclaim: Alex Fitzalan

Voiceclaim: Alex Fitzalan

Height: 1.80 m/ 5 ft 11 in  

Weight: 75 kg/165.5 lbs

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

 BIOGRAPHY

Parent abandonment tw

Born and raised in California, Cameron is one of four children of Elizabeth and Alan, a loving couple who owned a vineyard and winery. He lived for five years with his mother, five happy and lovely years. He remembers that his mother was very affectionate at first with all four of them, but that Elizabeth became increasingly distant from her children. Each cry was the reason for a shout, which soon began an argument with Alan.

Shortly after, when their youngest turned two, Cam woke up to see his father sitting on the couch, one hand over his eyes as he cried and in the other hand a piece of paper, which he later found to be a letter from his mother in which she wrote about leaving her family for a new job and a new life, without specifying the location, clearly not wanting to be found.

After Elizabeth left them, his father was a mess. Thankfully his grandparents helped Alan with the kids and to handle this situation. Cameron and his siblings were tenderly raised by their grandparents while their dad focused on making the winery bigger to keep his mind busy and away from Elizabeth.

For years Cam tried to find his mother, he wanted her back in his life and to know her reasons to leave not only her husband but her kids behind as if they never existed, but when he was eight, his father met a woman named Nora, who had three kids herself. Not long after starting to date, Nora and her children moved with them, which was a great addition to their lives and family. Cameron was happy for his father, Nora was lovely and all the children got along well. Being a family of seven children was definitely not easy, it was messy, a bit chaotic, but it was fun and loving, for the first time in years they were all finally happy. Elizabeth was never mentioned again and he no longer desires to find the woman, unless to get some answers.

After finishing high school, he moved to Chicago to study veterinary medicine at the University of Chicago. When he graduated, he decided to stay in the city and work at Paws Life. Although he missed the place where he grew up and his family, big and noisy Chicago was now his home.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- Best friends

- Childhood friend

- Family friend

- Ride or die

- Co-workers

- Neighbors

- Friends with benefits

- Ex-girlfriends/flings

- Chill buddies

- Brother/sister friendship

MORE EXAMPLES OF WC

#about #crimson.intro #parent abandonment tw #here's my new baby and his shitty bio #feel free to hmu to plots and connections

[xofaddiction]

                            𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖜 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘                              𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉.                                𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋                                          𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖜 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍.                                         𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑                                              𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙:                                            "𝖎𝖋 𝖎 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚,                                          𝖎𝖋 𝖎 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓."                                           𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗.

full name:  cyrus rousseau nicknames: cy, lieutenant, ruoss, etc. age:  36 date of birth:  jun. 11 zodiac: gemini gender:  male pronouns: he/him sexuality:  bisexual

physical

hair color: dark brown eye color: hazel height: 6′1″ weight: 180 lbs

personality

morality:  lawful evil positive traits: charming, inquisitive, intelligent, attentive, strong-willed negative traits: restless, easily bored, moody, fickle, short-tempered, job: manager of rousseau’s  skills: adaptable, strong, combat trained, artillery trained.

family

parents: valentina and louis rousseau. siblings: blake and audrey rousseau. niece: aria rousseau.

backstory and details - ＴＲＩＧＧＥＲ     ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧ :                                       war, murder, violence

                                       ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴    ✴   ✴   ✴    

first born to louis rousseau and his young, model wife valentina, cyrus was another strapping heir to a line indebted to the o’sheas, albeit far behind others. a strong boy with a sturdy will and an even stronger mind, cyrus was a beloved child, doted on by his mother for his looks and encouraged by his father to be the best he could be in every aspect of his life as the second man in the rousseau family.

an o’shea general, their father wasn’t shy about bringing his children along when it was time to set the wrong things right. cyrus could recall on many occasions where his father returned to their car, knuckles bloody, stoic and firm with a word of advice and warning on what to look for in weaker men as he grew older.

always taught that nothing could hurt him unless he gave it license to, cyrus was rambunctious and foolhardy, always flooded with a charm and wit. paired with his keen instinct for sparring and ways of outsmarting those his senior, he had a knack for mischief from the start.

fear is a fickle thing in the eyes of a walsh general’s son; ever changing, always political and fluctuating in immediacy and relevancy. still, there was one fear that remained constant; losing those he loved.

more often than not it was a distant, almost irrelevant fear; one that had no place among conscious thought. at least until he gained two younger siblings, well into his life. after they came, he felt a need to step up and be there for them in a different way than parents ever could. he wanted to be the trusted confidant, the one they came to for help before they went to their parents; the reliable brother that loved them fiercely and with everything he had in him. cyrus cared for them beyond all others; no one matters to him half as much as they do.

moving through years in elementary and middle school, cyrus was popular, charming, well known and well liked, but could tip attitude at the drop of the hat. the moment he was provoked, his wrath came out and found the object of his rage. that indignation, the anger within him, and the willingness to hit first and worry later landed him in and out of detention and even one instance of juvenile arrest.

his mother, more often than not, let the discipline thereafter be dealt with by his father. she loved him, he knew, she just wasn’t the most tolerant woman of the inner workings of a child’s mind, especially one as privileged as her son was.

it seemed worthwhile to louis to enroll young cyrus into boxing classes; he needed discipline and anger management, maybe even to get his ass knocked to the ground every now and again to keep him humble. not only did his fortunes improve, but so did his ability to work past his issues with rage.

a stand out feature of his youth was taking note of his mother’s descent from being a mother with him, to a friend with his brother, and all but an acquaintance with his younger sister. he hated how passive she became, how lacking she was in her attitudes toward her children.

once in training, his studies soared, both academically and in boxing. high school couldn’t have been easier. he was popular as ever, a shining example of what one should be; respectful, protective, intelligent, and above all; engaging. everyone seemed to want him as a friend or a fuck, and cyrus saw nothing wrong with it.

on occasion, there were times he’d take it too far in the boxing ring, move too fiercely and endanger others training around him. cyrus found it far too easy to fight dirty. He liked the snap of bone beneath his knuckles, or the squelch of sweat as a body hit the octagon beneath him.  chastised for his behavior and willingness to act out of line, cyrus knew the behavior had to cease. collecting outlets for his anger, he took the advice of his coach and started to write.

he wasn’t good at it, or particularly knowledgeable in the rules of prose, but writing was his therapy. it was the only sympathy he afforded himself to have, and soon the bookshelves in his bedrooms were heavily lined with journals filled cover to cover with simple-minded musings, thoughts, and reports of the days where he could barely tell sunrise from bedtime. 

after high school graduation, cyrus decided he’d go the way of the navy. he wanted to make his parents and siblings proud; a noble son that learned the noble art of war. leaving them all behind would hurt, but it would be worth it in the long run. who better to protect his family than a man with all the skills of a trained, combat killing machine?

cyrus signed up when he was 18 and shipped off to basic not long after. nothing shaped his fears for the future quite like the fall of the world trade center in 2001. watching live from a tv in the cafeteria in his senior year of high school; he could recall the tension in the air; everyone in that room knew the wars they spent so much time learning about were now outside their very windows.

he was too tired, he had lived through and seen so much, and despite it all he looked forward to seeing his sister. when he was on his first tour overseas, he took a spare moment to reflect on his family and how much he really missed them. finally, he had time to call home and was soon after met with the news that their mother left. he hadn’t felt a true rage like that in all the months he’d been at war; his efforts were usually better spent. 

after the start of the iraq war, cyrus was sent into active combat and shipped overseas to afghanistan. he was a part of two tours, the latter of which was cut short by the detonation of an ied. his left leg was shattered and though they were able to salvage the limb, it wasn’t without extensive surgery and the implantation of a steel rod. cyrus received a purple heart for his action in the service and was honorably discharged and left to return home as a decorated veteran.

by the time he returned to chicago, he had seen too much on his tours, fought and killed and his rage was tripled tenfold. the brothers and sisters he cherished in the service had been lost, killed, or moved on. cyrus felt as if part of him was left out there, far from where he was in chicago.

when he had gone off to war, he worried for his siblings. upon his return, they worried for him; many years his juniors, they couldn’t have been more than twelve and ten respectively. the first fourth of july home was a noted one in the rousseau family. at the first thundering echo of a firework detonating in the sky, cyrus ran and tackled his siblings to the ground and covered their heads. It was a snap instinct, one that came with the echo of bombs overhead.

soon after, he was encouraged to see a therapist through the local va. diagnosed with ptsd as many veterans are, the therapist had an almost sickeningly positive outlook on cyrus’s prognosis. it seemed he was one of the few she believed in to pull himself out of the binds of a mental illness.

after a few sessions, his therapist encouraged him to get a service animal. after signing up and getting his certifications for a service animal taken care of, he adopted a rottweiler puppy. he named him LOOMIS.

however, there is no one can fake a fantasy like the son of a model. outwardly, cyrus was still charming, still personable, and most of all: still lethal. writing did precious little to staunch his emotions, but fighting did. though his training was limited compared to what it had been when he was a kid, he rejoined the local boxing gym and threw himself into the ring. the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the echoes that stirred his memories of war, the numbing catharsis that came after the bell rang all felt like coming home. it seemed the more violent the outburst, the more he felt at home.

there was nothing out of the realm of possibility for cyrus and his tastes; sleeping around, drinking, partying, fighting, living the reckless life of a daredevil whenever given the chance. joining the o’sheas after his father was a move that made sense. every risky behavior was lidocaine on a burn, a cool soothing menthol that eased the scald of emotions he’d rather not feel. binge after binge, everything started to blur together- no obligation, no feeling, nothing but the bed of a woman who would have him.

when he carried out what was asked of him as an initiation, he did so quickly, cleanly, and concisely. after all he’d seen on the plane of war, the carnage came as second nature. it made sense to do it for the sake of the family he claimed.

like all fears, his soon became realized. their father disappeared. though cyrus searched, he quickly lost hope they would ever find their father alive. he had seen enough in the service to know that if someone was gone for long enough, the’d never come back. with this effectuation of his father’s fate in mind, it became all too apparent to cyrus that everything changed.

cyrus couldn’t afford to be a mess in front of his siblings or in front of the walsh’s. he was the theoretical head of the rousseau’s. he would be their protector, and do everything in his power to ensure their safety and happiness. it felt as though everything fell to him; he could not be anything less than the man his father.

#crimson.intro #war tw #murder tw #violence tw #welcome to cyrus #this boy is a shit heap #but love him pls

[ungallagher]

( andrew scott, 43, cis male, he/him ) was that GETHIN GALLAGHER ? i heard a rumor they work for the WALSH family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit DEPENDENT & A WILDCARD, but I also heard they can be LOGICAL & THOROUGH. You’ll usually find them at CHICAGO LIBRARY in their spare time, when they’re not being on THE COUNCIL. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! ( fox, they/them, 24, pst, no triggers! )

hello my friends and welcome to another episode of ME SCREAMING! my name’s fox, i’m 24, and never learned how to fucking read. i’m excited to be back and hanging with y’all. my pronouns are they/them and i’m a film student from the pnw! today is gonna be a good day. here’s some things about this dude. 

name: gethin gallagher. dob: may 1st, 1979 - taurus sun, scorpio moon, libra rising. occupation: council member. vague, and it'll stay that way. sexuality: homosexual. nationality: welsh. languages spoken: welsh, english, french, gaelic. hair color: black. eye color: brown.

gethin gallagher was born on a cold and wet morning in may 1976, and grew up in a town in wales with a name you probably can't pronounce. wales never proved itself to be a friend of his, but he was okay by that. it was never important to him to be in or out, but it kept him curious. as he went through school and gained a sense of self, gethin found it in his best interest to stay put.

ironically, cut to three years later. his father wakes him up on his birthday and tells him that they're getting in the car and leaving that night before supper  his father, cedwyn, only told gethin that he had "found a better opportunity" and that he shouldn't worry about his mother not coming with them. within the next four years, he would forget what her voice sounded like. he had a fine relationship with both of his parents, but his lack of a mother figure in his life would soon hinder him in his adult years, teaching himself that it was okay to let things bottle up and sit in his chest. his mother stayed behind with his aunt, as they were currently working with the family tailor business and keeping themselves afloat as a promise to their grandmother as young girls.

yep, his dad knows he's gay. you won't find a tragic backstory here - at least, not in that aspect. they didn't talk about it, god forbid. the first conversation came three years of gethin already finding himself; not out of fear, but out of inconvenience. if he didn't say anything, it would hang in the air between them until the day he died.

when he left ireland, the disconnect between him and his father grew more apparent. to gethin, the less time they spent together, the better. as he got older, gethin was more okay with it than he expected. after living together for his entire life, he came to the conclusion that he was with the wrong parent. but there's no easy way to say that.

he grew up. his father passed. he cried until he threw up, for the first time in his life.

it isn't long before he packed his bags and hauled his ass to chicago. 25 and suffocating underneath the summer heat and winter freeze. the grit against his grain, or so he described the city. at first, he thought he could be a librarian, but he wasn't tame enough for that. after that, he was a bartender, but that ended after he broke his hand on the job. these days, he spends days at the library and nights at the second story bar - he'll buy you a drink if you smile at him enough. really, gethin's a nice guy; not a pushover, not naive, but not overbearing or cynical. he wants to do the right thing, and apparently, tne right things is working with one of chicago's biggest families.

ummm yes! ok! nice! now that we're all best friends, i can tell you that i still have so much plotting left for this dude and am super stoked to write with u all. this bio is just temporary until i actually finish, but here are some connections i'd love to have!:

- joined at the hip: these two stick by each other when in trouble - they don't even have to get along terribly well for it to work. seen by other people as inseparable. this can be an alternative to a best friend sort of thing, or just two people who don’t really get along well but still do things together because they like the dynamic

- friends with benefits: this is fun — maybe they’re not even hooking up, just passively flirting with each other. some can be shameless, others more secretive and choosing to keep it away from people, while some just show it off to the whole world. not necessarily a relationship, but not just friends either - this label can encompass the grey area between the two distinct platonic & romantic relationships, so go wild!!

- childhood best friends: sort of like a "wow, we were friends when i moved to ireland or the states, but now we've grown up and you're completely different but i'm exactly the same, what the hell are we gonna do now?"

- bad influence: gethin is a pretty good influence, but he's not a goody two shoes or anything. he's definitely the first kid at the sleepover who tells their parent to pick them up early but doesn't say it's because everyone is getting hammered. it would be fun to have someone around to get into "bad" situations with

#crimson.intro

[crimsoncarrigan]

( haley lu richardson, 24, cis female, she/her/hers ) Have you seen CARRIGAN CONNOLLY around ? I hear they’re an ER NURSE AT UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO MEDICAL CENTER who can sometimes be STUBBORN & IMPATIENT. But I also heard they can be CARING & OPTIMISTIC if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around SWAG in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright !

ROUND TWO BBS! she’s back and better than ever! tiny baby is here once again bc i think hermione may have come for me if i didn’t bring her back. ( jk but also.....no really jk loVE YOU HERMIONE! ) her background is mostly the same, but i did give her a little facelift! fingers crossed her intro is significantly shortly than del’s but...i make no promise. so buckle up babies!!! 

pinterest. stats. again, someday there’ll be a wc page....someday. 

quick facts

full name: carrigan adara connolly. nicknames: carr, reeg, care.  hometown: chicago, illinois. family: cormac & lorna connolly - living, but divorced, two living brothers and one living sister. oldest sister - deceased. zodiac: scorpio sun, taurus moon, scorpio rising. sexuality: bisexual. education: bachelors of nursing from university of chicago. several specialized classes/certificates from uc, as well.

more good ish ( death/murder mention tw, alcohol/substance abuse tw )

born and raised in chicago to a big irish/welsh family. her home was always loud and full of life and music and laughter. it was joy come to life, quite literally. 

never had a ton of money - dad was a mechanic for a local shop and mom was a secretary for medical office. they weren’t poor poor, but they didn’t have anything extra, that’s for sure. especially with raising five kids. 

( death/gang violce tw ) carrigan was 10 when her sister was shot in what was assumed to be gang violence - either a drive by or shootout that she was caught in the crossfire of.

her whole family was absolutely gutted, but her mother took it the hardest. ( alcohol/substance abuse tw ) it was after this that her mother began to abuse alcohol and prescription pills.

it didn’t take long for the grief of losing a daughter and lorna’s addictions to put strain on the marriage and, within a year, carr’s father filed for divorce. 

unsurprisingly, carr’s father gained full custody of the kids and carrigan hasn’t heard from her mother since.

with her father still working, it fell to the kids to take care of the home and carrigan was raised by her siblings for a majority of her childhood, though her father did his best to be around as much as he could while still making enough to clothe, feed, and put a roof over the kids’ heads.

i’m leaving the siblings open for possible wcs, so this isn’t set in stone, but i’d imagine the older sibs got involved in gang activity to help their father. also possible her father joined as well for the extra income. but all of this was kept from carrigan, because baby.

because of the sacrifices the rest of the family made, carrigan was able to focus on school and excelled in science and math and took particularly quickly to anatomy and physiology. 

pretty much shocked the hell outta everybody by being wicked smart and picking the medical field to go into. the second someone voiced their doubts, carrigan knew she had to do it, if for no other reason than to prove them wrong.

due to killer grades, a shit ton of volunteer work, and a fire personal essay, carrigan managed to get a full ride scholarship to university of chicago. 

college was her first taste of true freedom away from her family and girl when wild. she partied, hoe’d around a lil bit ( and by a little i mean...a lot. she had exactly one high school boyfriend that dicked her over right before their hs graduation, so she sowed them damn oats y’all. ) she basically did everything she could without getting her scholarship revoked or kicked out.

also found out just how much the rest of her fam struggle after the divorce and rebelled just a smidge ( again, a lot ). carr was beyond salty no one in her family gave her the choice to help.

also shocked a couple of professors when she ended up graduating magna cum laude because of how many times she’d shown up to class hungover.

has since calmed down quite a bit, though she’s still known to drink most grown men under the table. it’s the irish blood.

carrigan applied everywhere as soon as she graduated, but accepted a position at university of chicago medical center and continues to take classes, especially now that the hospital will pay for them. 

the last two years have been spent making a home and second family there and she couldn’t be happier. 

personality

carrigan is a lil ball of sunshine. she’s smiley and happy 99.9% of the time, but she’s definitely not someone who will let you walk all over her. she’s a spitfire and hella cutthroat when it comes to work. she’s a dancer and very into boxing, so don’t think that just because she’s small carr’s easy to take out. she’ll put up one hell of a fight. she’s impulsive and chaotic, but will drop everything for someone who needs her help. 

possible connections

high school pals. literally just anyone she would have gone to school with, be it in her class or not. 

high school boyfriend. also probably going to put in a wc for this? but we’ll drop it here first for funsies!

college hook ups! girl got around and sowed her wild oats. she was indeed a v good time. these are probably, for the most part, v positive interactions. 

patients. either people always in the er or people that come by her apartment/house bc they know she’ll patch ‘em up and not make a lot of fuss about it.

co-workers! anyone in the medical field! gimmie all the coworker pals!

again, i’m open to any and all ideas!! just hit me with ‘em!! the messier the better, especially for lil miss carr here!!

#crimson.intro #alcohol tw #substance abuse tw #death tw #murder tw #violence tw #again....someday i'll format this too #but i have to work now boo

[crimsondelphi]

( tristin mays, 27, cis female, she/her/hers, april 13th ) Was that DELPHINE DESCHAMPS ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit RESENTFUL & DESTRUCTIVE, but I also heard they can be RESOURCEFUL & VENTURSOME. You’ll usually find them at THE DEN in their spare time, when they’re not being the OWNER OF TONY’S GUNS & SPORTING GOODS/CARCANOS. You may want to keep an eye on that one !

guess who’s back? back again? it’s me! baz! and i’m so sorry lmfao. delphi is a brand spankin’ new muse, so bear with while i flesh her out! and i could ramble for days, so i’m going to try to not do that and just hit y’all with the facts so !!! here we goooooo!

pinterest. stats. someday a wanted connections page will be up, but today is not that day.

quick facts

full name: delphine odette deschamps. nicknames: del or delphi. anything else gets you shot. hometown: new orleans, louisiana. family: raimond & celeste deschamps - deceased, paternal uncle - deceased, an unknown half sibling - living. zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, sagittarius rising.  sexuality: pansexual. education: community college in new york - unfinished associates in arts. two year tattoo artist apprenticeship completed. 

that good ish ( death/murder mention tw, general spooky tw, violence tw, guns/weapons tw. )

born and raised in new orleans, delphine was raised on bourbon street. her father was a jazz musician and her mother owned and ran a voodoo shop.

her mother actively practiced voodoo while she was growing up, but stopped shortly after her parents’ deaths.

because of their unique lifestyles, del was the definition of street rat. she was well known within the community and almost every shop keeper and street musician kept an eye on her for her parents. she was v much raised by the community and she loved it. 

despite the turn her life would later take, delphine has only happy memories of her childhood. her parents, unconventional as they were, filled her life with nothing but love and adventure. 

( death/murder tw ) at the age of 13, both of delphine’s parents were killed on their way home from one of her father’s gigs.

it was later discovered that he’d developed a gambling addiction and it’s assumed that they were targeted for that reason. the case has never officially been closed and is considered a cold case. 

after the death’s of her parents, del became a ward of the state and bounced from foster home to foster home until her only blood relative was found.

( violence & gun/weapon tw ) a paternal uncle in new york that delphine had only met a handful of times was now her full time guardian and oh boY. 

shady was this man’s middle name. he owned a furniture company that operated as a front for his arms dealing operation. 

also v openly violent - got into a lot of fights and hid exactly none of it from delphine. 

not shockingly, mans had zero clue how to raise a teenager so kid gloves were nonexistent and a v impressionable and grieving delphine was thrust into a life of violence and crime that quickly became her new normal. 

del had always been smart and, because her uncle wasn’t super stellar at the healthy parenting thing, she quickly picked up on the family business and anything and everything involving firearms and weapons. 

ofc this meant her uncle was thrilled ( bc he’d be able to use her ) and that positive reinforcement was all she needed to dive head first into anything she thought would earn her that same positive reinforcement.

spoiler alert: none of those things were good. all bad. v bad. but delphine is a pro at figuring out what people want/expect from her and using it to her advantage. aka living with her uncle brought out literally the worst side of her and amplified it.

as soon as delphine was old enough to legally start working for the furniture store, she did. that meant she also got a closer look at the arms dealing her uncle was doing. by the time she graduated high school, delphi was her uncle’s right hand in the family business - helping him make major decisions and aiding in making new and more lucrative deals.

delphine did enroll in a local community college, where she studied art history for about a year before dropping out. during that time, she also started apprenticing at a local tattoo shop, mostly for fun and a way to take a break from the violence and guns of it all. even after she dropped out of college, del continued and finished her apprenticeship, continuing to tattoo part time until she moved to chicago.

( death/violence tw ) during a gun trade gone bad, delphine’s uncle was killed. to say she was devastated was an unbelievable understatement. as toxic as their relationship may have been, her uncle was the last of her biological family that delphine had. losing him felt like a finality she wasn’t ready to accept and, honestly, probably never really has.

it was 6 months before delphine was back to normal and, in that time, her uncle’s arms business had descended into chaos. as much as she dreaded staying in new york a second longer than she needed to, delphine couldn’t let that be her uncle’s legacy. so, del stuck around long enough to get the business back up and running with more competent and willing people running it. 

it was during that time that she encountered the faust family. after that, she learned everything she could about the family and their operations running out of chicago. at that point, her mind was made up.

as soon as she was able, delphine packed her meager belongings and moved to chicago with the intentions of joining the fausts. 

for the past two-ish years, delphine has worked her ass off to get to where she is now and she is thriving. dysfunctional as they may be, del considers the fausts her family, despite her gruff, prickly demeanor. she’s putting down roots, hopefully for the last time, but it is chicago, so who knows.

personality

okay okay, so del is 100% grumpy cat ( rip ). the rbf is strong and she takes exactly zero shit from anyone ( unless you’re her boss. she’s a v selective people pleaser? don’t ask me, i just work here ). she’s sarcastic and rude and generally an asshole even if she does like you. the only difference between how she treats people she likes and people she doesn’t is she threatens the people she likes with violence slightly less frequently.

possible connections

lord help us all - i’m the worst as these but !!! 

all the faust connections. pls and thank. bonus points if you get her even a little squishy. idk if it’s possible but let’s try. it’ll be a fun game.

employees at tony’s, pls and thank.

sparring buds! pls let her kick someone’s ass the reg. she needs to let out her aggression.

den buddies! has she been betting on fights? mayhaps. gimmie some friendly ( can she do friendly idk we’ll find out ) rivalry.

past hook-ups/flings. del is not someone who does serious, so she’s probably got a string of one night stands and fwbs all over the place. she’s a unabashed hoe and she ain’t sorry.

uuuuhhh, and literally anything else??? i’m open to absolutely everything always, so pls don’t be afraid to chuck any and all ideas my way!

#crimson.intro #ayyy! kid 1 of 2 down #this is long and rambly and honestly if you read it all the way through i'm so??? sorry??? #violence tw #death tw #murder tw #guns tw #weapons tw #all mentions but we cover our bases in this house #also....someday i'll format this but #today is yet again not that day

[odietxamo]

( david castaneda, thirty, cis male, he/him,  cousin ) Did anyone else just see SALVADOR “SAL” LEON ? I hear for the LEON family they can be a bit REBELLIOUS & DESTRUCTIVE. But I also heard they can be PASSIONATE & INDEPENDENT. If you dare, I hear they frequent CHITOWN PARK in their spare time when they aren’t being an ILLEGAL FIGHTER / PETTY CRIMINAL. Tread carefully or else you might be next on their list ! 

basic information

Name: Salvador Antonio Leon Birthdate: February 29th Star Sign: Pisces Hometown:  Chicago, Illinois Nationality: American Ethnicity: Mexican Languages: English, Spanish

the look

Hair: Black, messy, does what it will Eyes: Brown, often bloodshot and surrounded by dark circles Height: 5′11 Weight: 170 Physique: Muscular, but thinner and more gaunt than he used to be Style: All black, jeans, oversized hoodies, sweatpants, basically anything he can find at the good will for cheap

the story

Sal Leon came from a big family, with sisters on either side and a slew of cousins, aunts, and uncles. Most of them came from military backgrounds or worked in law enforcement in some manner. This meant that in many ways, the Leon family was above the law... because essentially, they were the law. Uncle Javier was in charge of the police force, and he made sure that every member of the family always had a place working for the boys in blue. This even included Sal’s own Dad, Esteban, a crooked cop who probably would’ve never made the cut if Javier hadn’t pulled some strings.

The Leons’ also had a particular mentality, one that demanded that family always be put first. Nothing could come before blood: not love, not work, not money. Nothing. A Leon never turned their back on family and they always had each other’s back no matter what. Now, in most cases, this sort of ideology would be a good thing, but not always. Sure, through out his life, it’s been this unwavering loyalty that’s helped Sal stay out of jail... but it’s also this mentality that kept his Dad free and clear and allowed Sal to withstand countless abuses. 

See, the Leon family was great, but Esteban was nothing short of a monster. He drank, he cheated, he gambled, he took bribes, he killed people, and to top it all off, he hated his son. Esteban always had it out for Sal and he’d always find some reason to antagonize him. If Sal forgot to do the dishes, or stayed up too late watching TV, or just didn’t do well on a test, Esteban would light into him. Sometimes it would be with words, sometimes it would be with his fists or his belt. Really, it all just depended on Esteban’s mood.

Normally, in a situation like Sal’s, something would’ve happened and someone would’ve helped him. This is where that family first mentality really bit Sal in the ass though. See, every time the abuse was reported, someone in the family made it go away.

His home life really took a toll on Sal and it showed. His grades sucked, he was always in trouble, and he got kicked out of more than one school for fighting. Really, Sal was just a mess.

More concerned members of his extended family did their best to step in and protect him, but it was never enough. He’d go to their houses and stay there, sometimes just for dinner, sometimes for weeks at a time. Eventually he’d always have to go home, though.

His Uncle Javier got him involved with martial arts and boxing when he was thirteen. It was supposed to be something to help him handle his situation: a way to teach him to defend himself form his Dad and to let out his rage. Surprisingly, it was actually a pretty helpful outlet, and to this day, it’s the only talent he really has.

Despite everyone’s best efforts, Sal never really learned to walk the straight and narrow. By the time he hit highschool, he was doing drugs, drinking, dealing, and stealing anything worth pawning. He went to juvie a few times because of it but it was never anything serious. The family always made sure he never served any real time. 

Adulthood hasn’t been much better than adolescence for Sal. He couldn’t handle college, he had zero desire to join the force, and his skills and personality didn’t lend themselves to many fields. Plus, he was usually way too fucked up to do anything productive.

Thankfully, Sal had friends in low places and they’d give him a call anytime they needed an extra pair of hands. Car theft, assault robbery - Sal was available for almost anything as long as it payed.

There’s been a few brief periods where Sal has tried to get his shit together. The last one was a few years back. He had a lot going for him at the time: he was clean, he had a girlfriend that wasn’t a total mess, and he even was working as a trainer over at Takedown. But then he met up with an ex and did a few lines... the rest is history.

Nowadays, Sal just gets by however he can. Often, he can be seen in the park, where he regularly robs tourists and breaks into cars. He also occasionally fights at The Den - but he only does that when he’s really low on cash.

extras

Sal is an extremely capable combatant and is familiar with multiple forms of martial arts.

He’s dyslexic

Really has nothing to do with his family at this point

Sal is generally the kind of guy who’s down for anything.

He’ll take just about anything you give him, but he prefers cocaine, benzos, and the occasional norco with a beer.

Dumb, but also kind of clever? Like, he says nuclear wrong, but he also is really good at puzzles.

Has a weak spot for doggos

Lives in a van down by the river

Nah, he doesn’t... well, yet anyway. He just lives in a really shitty apartment that probably should be condemned.

Is just full of really weird facts, stories, and tidbits that will leave people wondering wtf

wanted connections 

BEST BUDS  - There’s one or two of them. They’re involved in one of the gangs and have been for years now. They help Sal out and give him gigs here and there, just to help out. All of them have been friends since highschool. SHIT SHOW EX - She’s just as much of a train wreck as he is and when they’re together it’s a disaster. STABLE EX - The only girl he’s ever had who actually had her shit together. She was a great influence, but he fucked the whole thing up.

#crimson.intro #intro: sal #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw abuse

[gracelcssx]

( lee jieun, twenty eight, female, she/her,  non blood sister, december 24thj ) Did anyone else just see HANA FAUST ? I hear for the FAUST family they can be a bit BLUNT & JEALOUS. But I also heard they can be KIND HEARTED & LOVING. If you dare, I hear they frequent FATES in their spare time when they aren’t being an CHEF/OWNER OF THE DRAGONFLY BAR & GRILL. Tread carefully or else you might be next on their list !

tw:abuse

BASIC INFORMATION

         FULL NAME: hana faust          NICKNAME(S): none          PREFERRED NAME(S):  hana          BIRTH DATE: december 24th          AGE:  twenty eight          ZODIAC: capricorn          GENDER: female          PRONOUNS: she/her          ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromantic          SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual          NATIONALITY: american          ETHNICITY: korean          CURRENT LOCATION: chicago, illinois          OCCUPATION: chef/owner of dragonfly bar & grill

BACKGROUND

 - it all started when her birth mom met her birth dad, and then they had hana. at the age of sixteen years old, the two of them were too young to even keep her. thus, after her birth, the two named her before giving her up for a much better life.

-the life that should have been good for hana simply wasn't. from one foster home to another, hana rarely got the chance to stay in one place long enough. shortly after her sixth birthday though, she was taken in by a couple. a couple who she thought would end up adopting her.

- that though came crashing down two months later. things that had once started off well soon turned to hell. her foster father soon enough showed his abusive side. with one smack on the face to her, it was then that she decided she would run away.  seeing the bruise on her cheek that night, it was a sight she wouldn't forget.

- packing up what clothes the six year old could, she managed to escape out of the window in her room before anything else could happen. for a few days, she lived on the streets. three days later though, matthew and catherine faust brought her home after spotting her on the streets alone. coming to the faust family was weird for her. to say she wasn't used to being around people who were nice and caring was an understatement.

- the first year alone at the manor, hana kept her guard up. for her, she was scared that she would end up without a family again. she didn't want to get close to anyone with that fear lurking around her. though after a year to her surprise, catherine and matthew made her adoption into the family official. it was all so strange to her. to have a forever family now. one that loved her and cared about her.

- to have a family now, it was a good feeling. one she loved. after the adoption, she finally started to open up. though not about her previous foster family. that was one secret she would keep inside for now. with having a family now, hana began to feel at home. from letting her guard down, to finally smiling again. it was all coming together.

-the years following all seemed to breeze by. during her high school years, hana took up cooking lessons. within no time, she knew how to make more than a few dishes. come her senior year, she ended up being more skilled. after graduation, and the summer before going to new york for college, she took a trip to seoul, south korea. to her, it was a trip to get in touch with her heritage. for the entire summer there, she took in everything. from the food right down to the history. to her, getting in touch with her roots was important.

- returning home, she spent what remaining time she had with her family before heading off for college.attending the culinary institute of america, she studied there for two years. during her two years there, she also worked at one of the upscale restaurants there. for her, that meant saving money. money she could use once going home after graduating.

- after her two years there, hana graduated at the top of the class. packing her stuff up, and quitting her job, she returned home. buying her own place once back home, she had the house renovated to her liking. it was also a few months after that, that she got to work on opening her own bar & grill. dragonfly bar and grill.  after months of work being done, it finally opened. and with it being a success, it made her happy.

-  the years that followed, hana also made it a goal of hers to find her birth parents. and to her luck, she did. they had gotten married and had a family of their own. for hana, that meant having three younger siblings. two brothers and a sister. getting to know them, it made her happy. with having the fausts and her birth family, she had the best of both worlds.

flash forward to now. despite things being good for her now, the past simply wouldn't stay there. and it was only a matter of time before she had to open up to people about what happened in her last foster home. the one place that still haunts her even if she tried to hide it.

OTHER FACTS

   - hana in no way shape or form involved herself in anything her family does. she stays out of that area.

- her music taste is a wide range. from kpop to american music like country, rock, pop, and so on. she also loves musicals too.

- if there's one thing she rarely shares, it a special kind of alcohol she gets imported from korea. soju, her go to drink. she rarely, if any, lets anyone else have it.

- she's extremely close with her biological grandmother. if anyone even insults her, hana won't hesitate to teach them a lesson.

WANTED  CONNECTIONS:

her person: a childhood friend of hers, this person knows her in and out. they're also joined by the hip as well. and when all hell breaks loose, these two are always by each others side to help the other get through it. ( can be male or female)

the one that got away: being close during their school years, feelings formed, and they almost took it further but life got in the way. the two went their separate ways for college and haven't spoken until they both returned to the city.

friends: plain and simple. friends who she can hang out with at the end of the day. ones she can be herself around.

childhood friends: a group of friends she's known since she was a kid. ones who will almost always get together once a week.

#crimson.intro #tw abuse

[nikolaixvolkov]

( Alexander Skarsgard, 35, cismale, he/him ) Was that NIKOLAI VOLKOV ? I heard a rumor they work for the VASILE family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit AGGRESSIVE & COLD, but I also heard they can be BOLD & CONFIDENT. You’ll usually find them at THE PINT in their spare time, when they’re not being an TORPEDO. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! ( Es, she/her, 23, CET, none )

Name: Nikolai Volkov Age: 35 Birthplace: Moscow, Russia Occupation: Vasile torpedo Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual

Biography

!trigger warning: abuse, blood mention, death!

Young Nikolai grew up and was raised in Moscow his whole life. With his sister Natalya that was a year younger they had an unexplainable bond, which forced them to stay close no matter what they were doing. From a kid's perspective, Nikolai could not have imagined his life differently. His mother was kind and gentle woman, too quiet and small for his liking, almost as if she tried to take as little space as she could. His father was different. A real head of the family. Always loud, needing to have the last word and everything having to be done in his way. He taught Nikolai how to hunt from a young age, always reminding him to be a man and to take care of his family. Often happened that when he wasn't man enough - or at least in his father's eyes - his father reminded him with unmerciful fists. First it started as slaps on the back of the head, then on the cheek that left a mark and later a proper punch, leaving bruises around. Later he realized he had seen the same bruises on his mother too. 

To the inseparable duo soon joined Nikolai's cousin, Anton. Nikolai always looked up to him, loved him as his own brother and with his sister they even considered him as one. Nikolai remembers the time when he watched him and his grandfather teach Anton how to fight. He, five years younger, could only copy their movements but never did they have the same effect as when Anton did it. When times were hard at home and his father was coming drunk more often as never, him and Natalya always ran to their grandfather and to Anton who was there to support them both. It was when Nikolai was thirteen, Anton left to serve. It crushed his whole world and for the first time ever he felt abandoned and betrayed. Then his grandfather died soon after. 

No more running away when Nikolai's father got drunk and angry, because there was nowhere to go. He had to sit there and helplessly watch and wait who would be the next target of their father's fists. The teenage years hit hard and Nikolai grew more distant to his family, even to Natalya. He was more often out, he was getting into fights and coming home late. And it was just matter of time until he got into wrong circles. At first Vasile branch in Moscow used young Nikolai for errands and chores with promise that if he stays loyal he can get far with them. Later they kept their promise and began to train him in combat. But his anger kept boiling inside of him, the past still vivid in his memories as two of his most important people in life left him at the same time. This anger overflowed his cup of patience one night when he came home late, as always, and found his father hovering over his mother, his knuckles dirty with blood, mouth reeking with alcohol and his mother whimpering on the ground. Nikolai remembering his first fighting lessons he leaped on his father and saw only dark until he could not go anymore and left pool of blood on their kitchen floor with his father unmoving on the ground, dead. 

His superiors took care of the accident and started to give more attention to Nikolai. He had the drive but he had so much to learn. And so he did. Under the wing of Vasiles he became a perfect killing machine, skilled in both armed and unarmed combats all the while taking care of his mother and sister who were kept in the dark for all those years. Although Natalya was a smart girl and she grew up to be even smarter woman. She knew something was going on with his brother. He changed, the light in his eyes disappeared, he never smiled, rarely talked. It was like he closed off from the world itself completely. Yet the worst came when he expected it the least. With a stable job as an assassin for Vasiles he thought he would live out in Moscow until his death. But then one night, Natalya did not come home. And soon enough there was a message that changed the course of Nikolai's life. What was left of Nikolai's heart now completely shattered. Natalya was killed in a crossfire between Vasiles and a rival gang. Nobody knew who did it, the only information that connected the gang was one city. Chicago. And so when the leaders announced one of the Russian torpedo is needed there in exchange for another man, Nikolai was first in line with only one thought in his mind. To find whoever was responsible for death of his little sister.

#ABOUT #BIO #crimson.intro

[silvcrstongued]

( abigail cowen, 25, cisfemale, she/her, ) Have you seen ELODIE “ELLA” MADDEN around ? I hear they’re an PHYSICAN ASSISTANT who can sometimes be PROTECTIVE & INDEPENDENT. But I also heard they can be LOYAL & ASTUTE. if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around HARLEQUIN COMICS in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright !

despite having a nanny you spent as much time as humanly possible with your younger siblings. you have always been pretty self sufficient able to placed with a book or in front of a television. it’s how you have always been, independent and able to care for yourself.

you don’t have much of a relationship with either parent, much closer with your siblings and nanny. it’s why you always planned on going out to chicago to join them but you wanted to be a certified physician assistant by then and some time passes, you have only been here for a month or two.

prior to coming aside from wishing to be a pa; you had been in a long term relationship -- one you thought would be your last and that you’d be together forever, but your heart becomes broken and it only pushes you to leave your hometown more. wanting a fresh start, no more painful memories and quite frankly ? not to think about it anymore.

so you pack up your things thereafter, and immediately leave ; not even having a place to stay in chicago yet. but you decide it’s best that you’ll be with your siblings and that it’s exactly what you need. a new town. somewhere where they don’t know you, and you can just be ella.

that will soon change when you are sought out for your medical skills, and talent. who knows what the future holds no ?

#crimson.intro #╰ * 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 : musings ⧽ she drew sliver linings of her own.

[sctisfctions]

( emeraude toubia, 28, cis female, she/her ) Have you seen CARINA TORRERO around ? I hear they’re an ESCORT who can sometimes be GREEDY & IMPULSIVE. But I also heard they can be DETERMINED & ADAPTIVE if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around LA CASA DI MATEO in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright ! ( mandy )

Hello all! I’m Mandy and this is my child, Carina Torrero She’s… a lot, so bless your soul for finding your way to this intro.

Full name: Carina Cecilia Torrero Nickname: Care, Cari, C.C. Age: 28 Nationality: Mexican and Lebanese  Religion: N/A City of birth: Laredo, Texas The current place for living: Chicago, IL Job title: Eden Escort Married? No Spoken Languages: Spanish, English Birthday: October 30th Does she own a home? Yes

B A C K G R O U N D : ( updated Feb. 25th, 2021 )

Carina is the baby of her family and has always was spoiled as such; showered in gifts. In the small town of Laredo, Texas, the Torrero family was known as the richest family in town. While it was rumored that there were some underground dealings going on in the family business, none of those were true. In fact, The Torreros prided themselves on being the purest and most righteous family in the region. Rev. Torrero owned and pastored a Mega Church that made millions of dollars every week, on top of people throwing money at her parents for their “good work”. But it meant nothing to Carina because she always felt like the church always came before her. Every time they were absent from her biggest life events, a gift was sent to make up for it. 

When Carina went to Drexel University to get her degree in fashion design and marketing, she planned on spending the first year goofing off and exploring what the world has to offer her. In a city like Philadelphia, it was easy to get lost in the hype of pre-game drinking sessions and post-game parties, getting sucked into hook-up culture and living as thought she’d never have a chance to touch this many people all at once. 

Getting out of college and moving back in with her family in Laredo was odd, at first, leaving the sweet life of sin behind and pretending to be the angel the town was so used to. Kidding, of course, she couldn’t leave it behind. She started doing modeling on the side and ended up getting commissioned for a huge gig with a very risqué magazine. Before the photoshoot even happened, word reached her parents church and the rumors spread like wildfire across the town. Her parents looked down on her with shame and disgrace. 

It felt all so overwhelming until she realized it’s all just Texas life. Outside of their region, no one even knows who her family is. She knew the only thing to do was to pack up her things, steal a couple million dollars from her parents ( which was barely a dent for them ), and move to Chicago where she could carry on a life of her own. Within a month of moving, she made friends with some people who worked at a club called Eden. They got her a job as an escort and, to this day, she’s been operating as a freelance designer by day and an escort by night. 

Family:

Sisters or brothers: One older brother and sister Wife or husband: N/A. Children: None. Other important persons: Roommate(s)

Physical Characteristics:

Addictions: control, power Bad Habits: acting only for the good of herself Color of Eyes: brown The color of Hair: black The color of Skin: tan Dialect: american accent Does the character drink regularly? always Does the character have any disabilities? no Does the character prefer any proverbs? “the most important thing is to enjoy your life and be happy” - audrey hepburn Does the character smoke? sometimes Good Habits: open-minded, forward thinking, tidy. Height: 5′3″ Hobbies: reading, working out, instagram, binge watching, skin care routines, healthy eating Is she wearing Glasses? no Is the character healthy or does he have any diseases? she’s healthy What’s the style of the character? (modern, outmoded): sporty and sexy. is almost always wearing a sports bra, leggings, and sneakers.

Mental Characteristics

Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design and Marketing Intelligent or not? smart enough. she picks things up quickly. Fears: being misunderstood, spiders Life Goals (next 5 years): get a mansion Life Goals (next 25 years): own a fashion empire Self-perception: idk she’s just trying to keep it all together Assumed external perception: she thinks people think she’s either great or a bitch, there is no in between. Self-Confidence: extremely confident Rational Or Emotional: rational How could you upset this character? compare her to her family

Wanted Connections ( all based on crazy ex-girlfriend/galavant songs )

any of these could be filled with gang affiliates of any kind !! It’d be fun to see how a gang affiliate would spice up these connections !! 

PLATONIC

FRIENDTOPIA: Carina loves very few people on Earth. They’re the Joey/Chandler/Monica/Phoebe to her Rachel. They do practically everything together, as they spend pretty much every waking second together. They’re her roommates (they can work at Eden with her, but it’s not required). 

LET’S GENERALIZE ABOUT MEN: a bitch-type group of friends that get together, sometimes drink, sometimes shop, or sometimes just share gossip and personal thoughts about what the hell is going on around them.

SECRET MISSION: They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. These people mutually hate someone and often come up with different ways in which they can make this person suffer. But it’s all just in good fun…… or is it?

OFF WITH HIS SHIRT: Any of the men she’s been with exclusively through Eden. Her “regulars” or “visitors”, if you will. She gets paid quite heavily whether she offers sex or just her general company.

MAYBE YOU WON’T DIE ALONE: Carina is the self-proclaimed Hook Up Guru of Chicago, so she’ll definitely attempt to hook you up with that person you’ve had your eye on and it sometimes isn’t subtle. But sex makes her happy, so helping her friends get laid makes her happy too. 

AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU: This person has gone to hell and back for Carina, yet she shows little to no gratitude towards them. It’s only a matter of time before their lid pops right off. 

FACE YOUR FEARS: These are her older friends who help her figure out her shit and she ACTUALLY listens to them because she just trusts them more than anyone else. 

GREG’S DRINKING SONG: Drinking buddies!! A lot of the instances Greg mentions in the song can basically just be different scenarios they’ve gotten themselves in.

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL:

IT WAS A SHIT SHOW: A bittersweet ex-boyfriend. They really didn’t have any choice but to end things. He has some things going on in his life, Carina wasn’t anywhere near ready for a monogamous relationship. They both agree… it was a DISASTER.

SETTLE FOR ME: Someone who, stupidly, has a crush on Carina and he literally doesn’t have a single chance in hell. I just think this kind of energy would be hella hilarious.

STRIP AWAY MY CONSCIENCE: One of the guys that she regularly hooks up/hooked up with. Maybe even dated, but it wasn’t anything more than sex, really. They’re still friends to this day. 

SEX WITH A STRANGER: This is pretty straight forward. All of her hookups. I’m just gonna list them here for data purposes. They coulda been friends before or barely know each other. Honestly, if she avoided everyone she’s ever had sex with, she’d never leave her house. 

ENEMIES:

MAYBE YOU’RE NOT THE WORST THING EVER: Bitter, toxic exes. This was one of her first real and intense relationships that happened in a time when she was the most vulnerable and unprepared. It ended HORRIBLY when they lashed out at each other and it’s hard to let those feelings go. If they can get over their own pettiness, they can at least hope to be frenemies.

JACKASS IN A CAN: People who really just DON’T think she’s all that. They thinks he’s very stuck up and don’t fall for her charming, blunt persona in the slightest. I’d just love someone to call her out on her bullshit.

I DON’T LIKE YOU: General dislike and sworn mortal enemies kind of situation. We can talk over what happened between them, but honestly, it wouldn’t be that hard to find something that she did… or someone. 

WHEW this was long, but go ahead and press some buttons if you like and wanna plot with her!! 

#crimson.intro #💫 ( carina torrero )

[montencgro]

ABOUT.

Nicolau ‘Nico’ Montenegro de Sá; “Captain Montenegro” Age: 47 | Gender & pronouns: cis male, he/him | Portrayed by: Wagner Moura (Sergio)

Chief of Police @ CPD.

Born and raised in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil — where he used to work in the darkest corners of the favelas leading operations and raids to combat organized crime

Unorthodox, but effective. Nico has been around long enough to know playing by the rules doesn’t always come to their advantage — and if he has to lower himself to the level of the people he’s after, then he will. The police hardly stands a chance otherwise.

Obsessed with his work and unafraid of danger, Nico was on the line of fire daily; much to the distress of his spouse, who was never certain whether or not he would return home. It was common knowledge amongst anyone who knew him that one day, he’d get himself killed; in Rio, police officers drop like flies — which put a target on his back as a prominent part of the force.

Ultimately they moved to the US; likely because of a certain price on his head. You know you’re in danger when everyone at Morro do Alemão knows your name.

(His spouse had warned him it would happen. A warning wasn’t necessary — Nico knew it would.)

In Chicago he worked as a consultant, promising to lay low. But all around him, violence not exactly like the one he’d seen before, but there all the same. A different breed of carnage, though progressively getting worse.

With his experience with South American crime, he was much the obvious choice for the job.

Lay low, his ass. Life out of the field is as boring as it comes, and if no one’s handled the gang situation properly in Chicago by now — then he would.

But if you think he’s scared, then you’ve never met Nicolau Montenegro. He swore to fix Chicago — or die trying. And he meant it.

Nico puts himself before the team — and the task before himself. What matters: Results. Arrests. Solid goddamn proof. Anything else is a variable.

Cannot be bought or corrupted; gangsters are but the scum of the Earth in his eyes, and they’ll most definitely pay.

CONNECTIONS.

Non-corrupt cops/his team: cops who are not gang-affiliated. The good ones who want to take down the bad ones. They should feel similarly about crime, and be willing to put their lives at risk to combat it.

Corrupt cops/CPD employee: The CPD is infested with rats, which Nico suspects — but doesn’t know for sure. But give me someone who’s found out by him — the possibilities after that are endless.

(Known) Gang enemy: This gang member doesn’t have to be widely known to everyone in the city or the CPD — but Nico knows about them, and that’s what counts. Give me your typical Cop vs. Criminal plot, very cat and mouse; he knows your character has blood on their hands (and your character knows that he knows)... but they can’t really prove it yet.

Suspect: Pretty self-explanatory. Nico has an inkling about your character and believes they’re involved in something — be it true or not. From then, it’s pretty open-ended and we can plot how he goes about this.

The informant: What it says on the tin. Gimme.

Gang blood members: ...Who he gets to turn on their fam :) 

Friends! Because yes.

The spouse: With him from the start and until the end. Driven insane constantly for Nico’s position and risk-taking; thought that leaving Rio would finally mean peace, especially with the promise of such. Frustrated, scared, often times angry, but devoted nonetheless. (NPC for now)

#bio #intro #crimson.intro

[xofaddiction]

                                   𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔                                  𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓈                                    𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒                                     𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉                                          𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹                                     𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒

full name:  tirzah mizrahi

nicknames:  zah, zahzah, bunny

age:  30

date of birth:  november 1

zodiac: scorpio

gender:  female

pronouns:  she/her

sexuality:  pan

physical

hair color:  dark brown

eye color: hazel

height: 5′3″

weight:  115 lbs

personality

morality:  chaotic neutral

positive traits: compassionate, honorable, charming, gentle, strong, lighthearted.

negative traits: distant, stubborn, callous, temperamental, suspicious, cold.

job: freelance escort

skills: adaptable, artistic, creative

family

parents: adam and rivka mizrahi (deceased)

sibling: myriam mizrahi

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Her upbringing was nothing short of mundane. When her sister came along, the monotony continued; A family of 4 who went about their normal lives and supped together every night lived in a quiet kind of bliss. It  remained so, until the cool autumn evening when Tirzah’s mother lost her appetite. According to doctors, by that time the cancer was already so bad she’d only have a couple of weeks. In a perfect world Tirzah would have had a million moments left with her mother: gushing over first kisses, crying over first heartbreaks, filling out college applications, prom photos, graduation, graduation, wedding, baby- whatever it be, the experiences were lined up. However, no world is perfect, especially not a rotted one like this.  Those few weeks passed too quickly for a ten year old girl who had a lifetime yet to live. Her mother died Devil’s Night, two days before Tirzah was set to turn eleven. The mundane little family was decimated, buried beneath the ash of the eruption that shook their world. The world kept turning, but not for them. It didn’t take long for their suburban complacency to change. In a matter of months, the now single father plucked his children from their cozy Winnetka home and right into some inner city 2 bedroom setup. It didn’t take long for her to become the parent her sister needed; the toddler-aged girl had no mother and their father was grief-struck and distant, more so than he’d ever been. She was a child raising a child, alone and wallowing in her grief. Tirzah hadn’t noticed anything amiss until she was almost thirteen; when her mother’s jewelry started to disappear. Beautiful gold and jeweled pieces that, with each passing day, diminished in number. She interrogated her four year old sister and reminded her of the rules of dress-up, though it made no impact. Stirring late at night from a dryness in her throat, Tirzah spotted the real thief; her own father tucking a set of diamond and white gold earrings into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt. Late into her thirteenth year, she noticed the rancid smell of liquor steeped sweat that lingered on the laundry she did. She noticed the crushed cans in the bed of her father’s truck. The newspaper with red sharpie marking sports pages from top to bottom, notes scribbled in the margins. The years passed sluggishly by; she was doing too much and could not do enough to fix what was broken. Money squandered on gambling and liquor didn’t leave much in the way of survival for the girls. Tirzah fought as hard as she could at every turn, trying to do anything to snap her father out of it, but it never had a positive outcome. Most verbal fights came to blows between herself and her father. It was in her nature to respect him, but the moment he raised a fist, she raised her own, no matter how much smaller and weaker she was in comparison. Stealing her resolve, Tirzah did what she needed to do: drop out of high school at the age of sixteen. The bottom line was- they needed to live. Eight hours spent away from home was welcome, but it was too much time wasted. Rumors spread as to why: pregnancy, elopement, illness, some strange combination of all three. The truth was: she had to support herself and her little sister. In place of school, she got a full-time job serving at a little diner in town. The pay was low, but tips were good as the food was greasy. Still not a perfect world, it was the best a high school drop out could manage. She started serving and worked her way up to manager a few years in. Co-workers came and went, times changed and presidents didn’t change shit except their rhetoric, passive patrons of Chicago became dear, protective friends she held in high regard. But the diner wasn’t enough. She picked up another job during the evening as an elderly neighbor’s caretaker. Tirzah was always gentle and kind with the woman, always interested in her stories and her life, happy to be there. Part of her felt bad that she had only begun speaking to the woman for the sake of financial gain, but she was happy to have gotten to know her at all. When the woman died, she left Tirzah the remnants of her estate: there wasn’t much, but it was a good little nest egg to set aside. Without the second job, Tirzah got hired on as a sometimes stripper at a seedy little club that misused her for all she was worth. She was still so young, still barely allowed to do much more than try to survive in a world that wouldn’t value her lack of education.  Tirzah was a child unable to ever experience a childhood, she buried herself in work and parenting. Like most people, she clung to vices that offered temporary comfort, especially during the typical young-adult party phase. She drank, she smoked, she swallowed pills like candy and snorted things that shouldn’t be snorted. Partying without abandon, sleep was few and far between. She worked all day, parented a few hours at night, then worked the rest of it, partied when she could and took uppers to keep herself going, only to repeat the cycle over and over. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different outcome. A turning point came the day she dropped of exhaustion in the middle of the diner. No one was aware of the drugs she was taking, or of the amounts she consumed, but they knew how hard she worked. Doctors at the hospital chastised her, people at work pitied her, her sister worried ceaselessly. Thankfully, it was a wake up call; she slowed her usage gradually until she grew out of it altogether; one of her biggest fears was turning into her father, growing as weak and dependent as he was. And Tirzah had managed to thwart it.

As if by some cruel trick of fate, Devil’s Night of 2016 came, and ended in another death. Her father, deeply indebted to local bookies, had been capped by someone all too eager to take the job. Tirzah was in the diner, cataloging necessities for the next restock of supplies when two police officers came in and shared the news.  She wanted to be upset, wanted to hurt, but she knew why he was dead and why she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was numb to the loss, in a way she hadn’t been when her mother had gone. Her father was a stranger, and his murder his own fault. In many ways, she lost her father the same year she lost her mother. He was gone, body turned to ash and kept in a little box in the trunk of her barely-running car. All that mattered was keeping her little sister safe. Thankfully, the kid was away at school in another state, and fate answered from a late-night interaction at the ramshackle diner.

An older woman, dressed in a designer cream-colored power suit, laced in pearls and diamonds looking for all the world like a politician took her place at a burgundy booth. She called herself Caroline, came in for a coffee, she claimed, but left TIrzah with a possibility: sell fantasy, charge thousands, live comfortably. Like any little girl, Tirzah once dreamed of grandeur; princess, rock star, mermaid. She never wagered the final would be the nearest she’d get; a siren beckoning men to her bosom. Whiskey on the rocks in a smoky bar, Tirzah drank as she gnawed over the offer, the idea masticating in the jaws of her mind. She thought it was a good idea; she needed a break after working so hard over half her life, but she didn’t want to be under anyone’s thumb. When she returned home that night, she set up a website to sell herself. Business came slowly at first, but soon her reputation spread throughout society and she made a wage that helped make living worth it. Now working out of GENESIS and the website, Tirzah makes money aplenty; enough to keep herself afloat, enough to support her sister, enough to be free for the first time in her life.

#&&. tirzah || intro #&&. tirzah || visage #&&. tirzah || memes #&&. tirzah || playlist #&&. tirzah || isms #i think that might be all i have for a tag dump #crimson.intro #&&. trigger warning #death tw #cancer tw #alcohol usage tw #drug usage tw #i think i tagged everything

[raferuiz]

Howdy cowpals I’m Missy, I’m 27, and I promise I am super hip just like all the other youths out there. So hip. So in. So fashion forward. 

Under the cut is a bit of information on Raphael and some plot ideas! I’m excited to be here and can’t wait to meet all these fantastic characters.

( manny montana, 35, cis man, he/him ) Was that RAFAEL RUIZ ? I heard a rumor they work for the WALSH family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit UNPREDICTABLE & BACKHANDED, but I also heard they can be INSPIRING & MAGNETIC. You’ll usually find them at BLUE ORCHID in their spare time, when they’re not being an BONEBREAKER/CHEF @ NORTH COAST HOTEL. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! 

alright folks, let’s get going:

rafael, or raf, will start telling you about his past by beginning with the military. he joined the marines when he was 18, and the details of when he left are very unclear. previous to that? it’s a bit like he popped out of thin air. He has a past just like everyone else, but he never talks about his childhood.

that’s not because it was bad. He actually had a pretty good childhood. he had a big family with three brothers and two sisters and a ton of cousins and his reluctance to talk about that comes more from the fact that he misses them. 

he was discharged from the military after an incident of refusal to act. war is messy and he made a call that he thought was the right now, the good one, and he ended up being wrong. he doesn’t talk about that a lot, but it was definitely a turning point for him. 

after he was discharged, where the hell did raf go? no one knows! he went a little bit of everywhere, in the grand scheme of things. y’all watch schitt’s creek? you know when alexis throws out random wild tidbits of her adventures around the world? That’s sort of his vibe. for the most part, it’s pretty well known that raf spent most of his time between 25-30 just traveling around as a gun for hire. 

is that all true? who knows! he’s a liar! raf is a crazy good liar when he wants to be, he can lie like no other, it’s second nature to him—but he’s also just a dang liar. he lies about things all the time (he calls it messing around). it’s about little things too, like…hey, raf, do you want a cupcake? and he says no, i’m allergic to dairy. and then like a minute later he’ll pick up the cupcake and eat it because he was fucking around he is not allergic to dairy.

this can make him a nightmare for people who don’t know him, or people who are really gullible. the good thing is most of the time it’s harmless fucking around, he just gets a kick out of it. he says it so very casually that it’s hard to tell when he’s playing and when he’s not. this is mostly because everything about him seems almost hyper-casual. the dude is excessively chill. don’t believe it, it’s a trap. he’s always got this cocky crooked grin on his face, and is a master of the ‘oh word? that’s wild’ phrase. he’s the type to kick back with his feet up and slow nod along to your story, like he’s totally calm and cool and collected. for the most part, he is. he’s laid-back and relaxed.

 but where chill ends, wild begins. raf has two speeds—totally fine, dude, no drama & i’m gonna throw you off this cliff and then i’m gonna find your houseplant and throw it off the cliff too for good measure. when he snaps, he snaps pretty hard.

for the MOST PART though? he’s really not what you would expect. he’s got a bit of a reputation that precedes him, but he’s...not that scary when you meet him. Raf smiles a lot, he seems to enjoy life, he likes passing off little tidbits of wisdom that don’t pertain to the situation at hard. 

his body is a TEMPLE. he’s very into organic food and meditation exercises and purifying the soul of world decay and that’s...a lot. he can be a lot. if your energy is out of whack, he might suggest you go pick up some crystals or some bath salts to clear that shit up. 

he works, when he’s not crushing bones, as one of the head chefs for the north coast hotel. he cares a lot about his food. don’t insult his food who knows what he’ll do. 

he has a lot of strong opinions on things. like names. mmm, never trust a veronica. he also has a habit of giving little backhanded compliments that leave the recipient confused and caught between insulted and ego-boosted. a little bit of oh, nice hair cut, yeah. real slick. loved that look when it was cool in the 90

he tends to adopt wandering youths that look like they haven’t been ruined by the world yet. who knows why. maybe he wants a kid. maybe he wants to preserve the part of him that used to exist before everything got so damn murky. who knows! just know that if you have been selected by raf as a Good Kid he will probably kill for you, regardless of who your allegiances belong to. 

other than that little part, he’s VERY loyal to the o’sheas, and by extension now the walshs. raf may speak his mind and argue a point, but at the end of the day he’ll carry out what he’s been told to carry out. 

there’s probably tons more but i want to wait a little so I understand the dynamics bette <3 i can say, that if you’re ever looking for him, you can find him at the blue orchid because a good skin care routine and upkeep is VERY IMPORTANT. he also lives for that deep tissue massage. 

POSSIBLE PLOTS

hook-ups: because who doesn’t love that. open to male and female and non-binary. pretty much anyone as long as they’re not too young! his cut off for this is probably 25. he’s 35. he’s tired. 

the person who brought him into the oshea fam: this is open to anyone who has been with that family for longer than he has (so longer than five years). we can plot of the how of it all, i’m open to any ideas. 

a respected enemy: someone from a different side who is also very good at what they do. they respect each other! they probably even try to avoid each other because they know they’re good. the kind of people who can share a drink at a neutral territory bar and then tip hats and go their separate ways—a real ‘just business’ admiration. 

exes: always down for exes! man, woman, nb, anyone as long as they’re within a reasonable age! 

his adopted youths: these are just people that he thinks are good and deserve protection and good things in life. they don’t have to be ‘youths’ its more of like a vibe thing. could be a 40 year old man and raf is like i will protect u little pal

friends: SO IMPORTANT just that crew, the ride or dies, the PALZONES. give them to me!!!

if you like this, i’ll pop over to plot some stuff. it might take me time to find a read all the intros but i’m 100% here and ready to meet these characters. 

#crimson.intro #this was a mess like most of the things i do #but we love mess don't we

[elizastarling]

About Eliza

( sarah gadon, 33, cisfemale, she/her, march 31st ) Was that ELIZA STARLING née DUNN  ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit SELF-RELIANT & IMPATIENT, but I also heard they can be ASTUTE & LOYAL. You’ll usually find them at FATES in their spare time, when they’re not being an EMERGENCY PHYSICIAN. You may want to keep an eye on that one ! ( jas, she/her, 24, gmt+1, trigger: OOC drama, april 15th )

Biography - death tw, pregnancy tw, miscarriage tw, alcohol abuse tw

Full name: Dr. Eliza Jane Starling née Dunn

Nickname: Lizzy (which she disapproves of)

Date of birth: March 31st, 1987

Age: 33

Zodiac: Aries

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender/pronouns: cisfemale, she/her

Eye/hair color: Blue, dark blonde (dyed lighter)

Occupation: Emergency physician

Gang affiliation: Faust

Hometown: Aurora, IL

Nationality: American

Relationship status: Widowed, single

PAST:

Childhood to college: Eliza grew up in Aurora, IL, with an older sister and a younger brother. She had a picture-perfect childhood, her parents were both teachers who encouraged their children to essentially be whatever they wished to be as long as they were kind and compassionate. Eliza was always an exceptionally good student, bright and naturally curious, she made it through high school with flying colors. For as long as she could remember, Eliza had a desire to help people and animals alike, but she eventually chose to pursue a medical career specializing in emergency medicine. Alternatively, she would have gone to veterinary school, but something about working in such a high-pressure environment simply drew her in.

College, marriage: Eliza had never given relationships much thought before she met the man she would marry at a much younger age than anyone expected of her. Her goal was to focus entirely on her career, but the day she met Michael, on the very same path as her to become a medical doctor, something about the combination of his rugged handsomeness and his brain had Eliza hooked instantly. They were inseparable throughout college, painting their future while others devoted themselves to partying and flings. Among their peers, the couple stood out, but it didn’t bother them for both simply knew they had found their perfect match. They got married in their mid-twenties, their wedding taking place on a whim but deep down, both knew it was inevitable, so they simply gave into their love and shrugged off what others had to say.

Moving to Chicago and working for the Faust family: Moving to Chicago and working for the Faust family was entirely Michael’s idea. Initially, Eliza was more than against it, not wanting to risk what they had worked for, both professionally and personally with regard to their marriage. Michael eventually talked her into it, he’d always had the gift of persuasion and ultimately, Eliza was always inclined to put her faith in her husband no matter how insane his plans sometimes seemed. Eliza insisted on continuing what she considered not only her job, but her calling, being a medical doctor, while Michael also worked as a crimson for the Faust family. For the most part, Eliza asked few questions about Michael’s work, knowing that if they broached the subject of killing and whether or not it was ever justifiable, it would most certainly chip away at their relationship.

Michael’s death (death tw, pregnancy tw, miscarriage tw): A few months prior to Michael’s death, their relationship had started to become more strained, in particular because both had agreed long ago that should they find themselves in the fortunate position to have a nice home and a financially stable background, they would like to try for a baby. What was lacking according to Eliza was safety, though. Despite the fears and doubts Eliza harbored, she agreed to it, once again putting her full trust in Michael and praying that the strain on their relationship would be cast away by a new addition to their little family. Michael was killed on the job on in January 2020 by a member of another gang. Two weeks after Michael’s death, a pregnancy test taken alone in what used to be their home confirmed that Eliza was eight weeks pregnant. She was able to listen to the baby’s heartbeat once before she suffered a miscarriage at 13 weeks pregnant.

PRESENT DAY (alcohol abuse tw):

Eliza still works as an emergency physician for the Faust family. Coming to terms with Michael’s death has been a whirlwind of emotions on some days, on other days, she feels nothing but sheer and utter indifference towards the things she used to enjoy, only her work giving her peace of mind. (That, and she also finds solace in alcohol, but she wouldn’t admit that to anyone). She still lives in the house she shared with Michael, not much of it has changed other than that she removed all pictures of them as well as Michael’s belongings. One day after the first anniversary of Michael’s death, Eliza stopped wearing her wedding ring.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Work colleagues, Faust affiliates, Faust family members. Basically anyone who knows her and knew Michael.

Friends. In particular: Support system. The friend who is there for her during her darkest moments, of which there are a lot.

Potential love interest/initial attraction. Eliza knows deep down she hasn’t lost her faith in love, but she is very much scarred by what she went through. This connection would basically be at the very start of something that could lead to romance. However, in spite of her loneliness and desire to love and to be loved once more, Eliza would be very hesitant for part of her feels that pursuing another man is in some odd way a form of cheating on Michael as she has not dated anyone since his passing.

#intro. #( meet my troubled daughter ) #death tw #pregnancy tw #miscarriage tw #alcohol abuse tw #crimson.intro