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bastardsonofday · 4 years

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The Wilting Rose Job

Chapter Three: Down the Rabbit Hole

sooooo im finishing up chapter four of this fic and just now realizing that I never updated chapter three onto here so here it is :)

this chapter was styled in the way of a leverage episode bc of course this whole story is based off of leverage.

warning: drugs

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Alfred Hybern liked galas and money. He liked doing what and who he wished, and he wasn’t lacking in either of those things. Alfred loved going to galas, not that he liked the charity aspect—he was required to pay a little for these things—however, this was where he met new investors and more investors meant more money, and more money made him happy.

So Alfred sat through the charity dinner, schmoozing with potential clients. The woman he was seated next to was gorgeous enough that he wasn’t offended to stay near her for six hours. Blonde hair that was tied up artfully around her head, a long red dress that clung in all the right places. Expensive and shiny jewelry.

“I’m Andromache Nyxton, Mr…?” The woman introduced herself, holding out a perfectly manicured hand.

“Mr. Alfred Hybern.” He said, taking it. He gave the back of her hand a gentle kiss. He saw the smile that flickered on her carefully aloof face. He resisted raising an eyebrow. Poker face was what would win him clients. Never show how intrigued you were. The smile meant that she was either charmed or liked him or both. Good, he could pluck her like the chicken she was. Or peacock—pretty enough, he guessed.

“So,” Andromache Nyxton said, “what are you in?”

“Stocks. You?”

Andromache shrugged. “Imports and exports. You know.”

“Import/exports? At a charity?”

Andromache laughed. “What can I say? The big boss wants some good press. I’m the Prythian associate.”

Ah, imports and exports, of course it was international. Foreign investors… different laws… tricky business. “Ah. I see.”

“And you? Here for the grilled chicken?”

“I chose the steak myself.”

“Wise choice.” Andromache said, smiling kindly. She leaned over and bumped his shoulder with hers, as if sharing a secret. “So did I.”

Hybern was beginning to like her.

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Alfred Hybern liked Andromache even more when she managed to secure the head of the Subburg hospital for IV bags, a man Alfred knew from experience who could not be convinced by just a pretty face. Alfred had sent his best, and Amarantha had been turned away. Points were to be awarded to Andromache. She slid smoothly in the minefield of galas. She effortlessly navigated through the intricacies of who sat next to whom and who owed money and favors to whom.

It was like she was made for this. Born from it and wrapped in red and glittering negotiations. It was slightly stunning. Alfred narrowed his eyes. Almost too stunning. Something about her was just… too perfect. Too by the book.

And she said she’d chosen steak over grilled chicken. What woman with her figure did that?

Andromache, flushed from dazzling the crowd and getting far too many business cards for any normal charity gala, leaned over to Hybern. She pressed a crystal glass to her blood colored lips. “You know,” she said, “as fun as these pigeons were to pluck, I’m interested in some bigger game. What about you?”

“Leave a gala early? It’s for charity.”

“What can I say?” Andromache grinned wickedly. “I’m just bad like that.” Then she took a sip of her water without looking at him. As if she hadn’t mentioned anything at all.

“Plus, I’ve already paid my good Samaritan points, and we’ve been here a good four and a half hours. So, what do you say? Up for a midnight snack that doesn’t come in a tiny portion?” She gave him a conspiratorial wink.

“Why me?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve had more successful men than me fawn over you all night. And I’m pretty successful. So why me?”

“Because you’re not boring and you’ve been my gossip buddy all night long.” She said, toying at her napkin. She shrugged. “Plus, you’re the only person here who hasn’t handed me a business card. For some reason I like that.”

Alfred snorted into his wine. A silence greeted him and he looked up at her entreating expression. She was serious about going. Huh.

Why not?

“So, what were you thinking?”

“Here’s how it works.” Rhysand explained. “A holdings company does one thing and one thing only, it buys stock. Once a holdings company buys stock it can do one of three things, either it can take the money it makes from dividends, it can use its dividends to buy more stock, or it can make money by selling its shares and buying new stock. Almost all holding companies use their dividends to buy more stock, but they don’t technically have to. This leave a lot of disposable money for them, and hopefully, for us.

“We’re going to base the con off of one assumption: that we will be able to convince the CEO of Hybern Holdings to use a portion of his dividends in interstate or foreign criminal activities. Which shouldn’t be hard if he is so greedy that he skims money from a holdings company of all places.”

Feyre looked confused.

“CEOs of holding companies can get very rich, very easily by doing things legally.” Lucien explained quietly. Feyre nodded.

“Now, to be charged with RICO one must be guilty of at least two of the thirty-five possible charges.” Mor said.

Feyre’s eyes went wide. “Thirty-five?” She mouthed to Lucien.

Lucien shrugged. Lucien was aware of the RICO act, but wasn’t an expert. He knew a basis of the laws, as he needed to as CFO. He had to admit though, the Inner Circle did seem to know what they were talking about. He’d never assumed that Tamlin would ever be arrested on gangster charges.

“We’ve decided on these two to set the CEO of Hybern—Alfred Hybern—on. But if he wants to commit some other RICO charges,” Mor smiled, “we won’t object.”

Azriel pulled up some pictures of Alfred Hybern. “We’ll be focusing on money-laundering, and drug-running and smuggling.”

“How will you get him to do that?” Lucien asked. “I assume you can’t just walk up to him and offer him cocaine and ask him to send it across state-lines.”

These ‘midnight snack’ dates, as Mor had come to refer to them in her head, had started to take a toll on her shoes. The first night Mor had brought him to a club and they’d drunk and danced (with a bit of convincing on Mor’s part, but she could tell he liked how she flirted with him and pushed him). Then a week later, they’d happened to have been at another function together. Then another, and then, thanks to Azriel, yet another. Every night, Mor convinced Hybern to come out with her and party. Slowly, she amped it up. First it was alcohol, then a slightly more sleazy club. Slowly, slowly, she pulled Hybern to the edge.

Then it was time.

The night started out with them meeting up at a mixer for the opening of some law firm or another and Hybern was making subtle eyes at her all evening. Then, midnight came, and Mor excused herself and subsequently, like a lamb to the slaughter, Hybern did as well.

And when she met him by his car, she smiled at him because sometimes, it was just too easy.

Cassian was waiting for them when they made it to the club. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” Mor whispered to him, pulling off Hybern’s tie.

Hybern’s eyebrow quirked. His carefully maintained poker face he used for business beginning to slip. Mor grinned, way too easy.

Mor pulled him to the bar, and sat down, watching Cassian work behind it. “Your usual Andy?” Cassian asked.

“Thanks honey.”

“That is where Mor and Cassian come in.” Az explained.

“And yes we can get him to do just that, well I can.” Mor said with a wink. “Besides, we’ll have a good backstory to sell it. And maybe I’ll cozy up to him a little.”

Cassian nodded towards the half-line of sugar on the table. Mor grinned and snorted up the fake-cocaine. Hybern’s eyebrows rose to his hairline.

“Give him a line?” Mor asked.

Cassian grinned conspiratorially and pulled out a dime bag. “It’s gonna cost.”

“Put it on my tab-”

“Nu-uh.” Hybern said. “I don’t do that shit.”

“Oh come on, Alfie. Sure you do. And this is the good stuff too-”

“Drugs are out of the question.”

“But Alfie...” Mor whined, swinging an arm around his shoulder. She pressed a pair of lips to his ear. “It’s not fun if I’m the only one doing it.”

Alfred Hybern narrowed his eyes.

“Besides, no one will see us. Devlon won’t tell anyone. Will you, Dev baby?” Mor hummed, running a finger up Cass’ forearm.

“You know me, baby. Quiet as death. Besides, what’s the point of selling you out?” Cass asked. His sleeve rid up a little which let his Nightmare Court tattoo show. Mor could tell that Hybern’s eyes went down to the tattoo. Therefore, he knew. And thus, the bait was set. Mor let the string of her dress slide off of her shoulder and expose the matching tattoo on her back.

Hybern’s eyes flickered over to it, and he frowned.

“Come on, Alfie. Have a little fun. I won’t tell.” Mor begged. “Besides, I’m paying.”

“You can’t pay for your own stuff, Andy.” Cass corrected.

Mor laughed, and threw back her head. Hybern’s eyes dragged up her front.

Cassian moved to put the dime bag back in his pocket. “Wait.” Hybern said. Mor grinned. Hook, line, and sinker. “Let’s have a little fun.”

“Okay, so how does Tamlin get involved?” Feyre asked.

“First, we need an investigation to get started, thanks to Rhys, the cop of our choosing, and… you.”

“Me?”

“I hope you don’t mind, Feyre. But we’ll require you to help us rope in the cop.”

“Okay, so what do I need to do?”

Vassa Russel frowned when she received a text from a number not in her contacts. She was about to delete it, assuming it spam, when she saw the contents.

I need protection, help me and I’ll report a crime

Vassa cocked an eyebrow. “Uh, Goldie?”

Regina Goldson looked up from her desk. “What?”

“You recognize this number?” Vassa asked. Detective Goldson walked over to Vassa, peering over her shoulder.

“No.”

You know knowledge of a crime without reporting it is a crime, itself, right?

Vassa snorted. She pulled up 411.com. This was probably some kid, cases didn’t fall into peoples laps like this. Just to make sure, Vassa added: If this is a hoax, you realize that this is also a crime. You can get jail-time.

The real question was why Vassa? How did this person get her private phone number?

The 411 search came up empty.

Vassa expected for the number to never reply, but she didn’t block it. Just in case.

Loud yelling brought her back to the moment. Vassa glanced over to the Captain's office where his latest rich guy was having a tantrum. As a side effect of the many large and rich companies having their bases in Subburg, seeing rich men in the Captain’s office having conniptions was common. Usually though, it was the Vanserra patriarch, while the son in trouble in question would smirk at Vassa from across her desk. She would inevitably be told to let him go as the charges would be dropped somehow.

Vassa hated them.

This time it wasn’t Beron Vanserra behind the Captain’s doors. Instead, it was Tamlin Rose. Vassa’s ears perked up as he stormed out. The Captain right behind him.

Tamlin Rose had only come to the police on one matter before, as far as Vassa could remember, when his girlfriend went missing a few months ago. She’d ended up being at her sister’s. Vassa hadn’t been on the case but she’s remembered it being all over the office.

Tamlin Rose, it was said, was one who liked his privacy. Rare, among these types. Last time, his girlfriend’s bout of forgetfulness (the story was that she’d been needed home quickly and forgot to tell Tamlin in the craziness) had made the papers, but only just.

This time it seemed, something he didn’t want the papers to know was happening. Tamlin Rose’s voice lowered suddenly when he stormed into the bullpen, a hand curling a paper into a ball.

“Mr. Rose,” the Captain hissed, to keep the low voice, “this is highly irregular-”

Tamlin Rose’s eyes flickered across the bullpen. Had Vassa done like her coworkers and look away—terrified of incurring the man’s wrath—she might have been spared his attention. But as it was, Vassa wasn’t one to back away. Ever.

Tamlin Rose pointed at her. “That one.” He ordered and then stormed back into the office, door slamming behind him.

The Captain made an expression of exasperation and anger, letting out a strangled groan along with it, and then gave Vassa the two finger beckon (which, for anyone keeping score, was much more dangerous than the one finger beckon).

“Ooo~” Goldie hissed behind Vassa’s back as she stood to walk to the office. “Someone’s in trouble.”

Vassa wasn’t in trouble. At least, she couldn’t think of any reason she would be. She just gave Goldie a rude gesture without breaking her stride.

The Captain’s door clicked closed behind her.

“Sit down, Detective Russel.” He sighed. He rubbed his temples, as if to abate the headache of Tamlin Rose. If Vassa was being honest she’d never want to be Captain or Commissioner here. They didn’t let these rich men flounder like the other folk. They didn’t hold them accountable for the horrors they’d helped contribute to. So what if they donate a million or so, when that is barely a full hour’s work for them. All of them were born into their money anyway, not one worked a day in their lives.

Though, Vassa supposed, if she had to pick one to support it may be Tamlin Rose. After he’d taken in that Lucien Vanserra… from what Vassa had heard Tamlin had saved the youngest Vanserra life. Though, he certainly hadn’t done anything significant for the community since then.

“Detective, the matter Mr. Rose and I have to discuss with you is one of delicacy and importance-”

Vassa stopped listening to her Captain as he continued fluffing up the situation. Instead she studied Tamlin Rose. His eyes were bloodshot. His nails bitten to the quick. He was shaking. Actually shaking, as his arms rested against the chair. His knuckles were white. Even those surrounding the thing he clutched in his fist. His long hair was tousled in the unintentional way.

“She’s gone again, isn’t she?” Vassa asked, halting her Captain.

Tamlin Rose’s wild eyes flickered to her.

“Have you called her family?”

“Of course I have.” Rose snarled. “Maybe I chose the wrong one. Get out.”

“Hey, it wasn’t that crazy a question.” Vassa argued, hands up in surrender. “You didn’t last time-” the glare she got from Rose should have silenced her. But it didn’t. Vassa’s best talent was pissing people off, and she was always up to a challenge. Vassa smiled in a way that was too close to baring her teeth. “-I mean really. Who wouldn’t have checked there first?”

“She had a bad relationship with her family.” He explained shortly. “But family emergencies bypass all discontentment. Don’t they?” He narrowed his eyes, as if he dared her to disagree.

Vassa shrugged. “Leaving twice without telling you… sounds like she wants to be gone to me.” The Captain beside her gasped in mortification that she would say something like that.

“Feyre is… flighty.”

“That doesn’t sound like someone you want in a high position in your company.” Vassa felt like this conversation was more of a battle than a simple talk. She had a feeling that Tamlin Rose felt similarly.

“She wanted a job, so I gave her a job.” Rose shrugged in a fashion that was meant to say the job itself meant nothing to him or her. But his shoulders were too tense for it to be believable. “Lucien does-” He froze, as if he’d forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to say something. Then he continued, more carefully, “Lucien did most of her work anyway.”

“Where’s Lucien?” Vassa asked, voice cold. If Lucien was gone too…

Rose shrugged again, as if his friend was unimportant. “Probably with Feyre. She kept mentioning before she left that she wanted to go on vacation, and when I checked our room, some of her clothes were gone. Same with Lucien. I checked out financials and a few plane tickets to random vacation spots were placed. But when I called the airports said the tickets were never validated. I’m worried that Feyre dragged Lucien out on one of her whims and something… happened.”

He looked entreatingly at Vassa. “Look, I just want to know where she is and that she’s safe. If so, I’ll stop bothering all of you. Promise.”

Something about the fact that he seemed to only care about Feyre Archeron rubbed Vassa the wrong way.

“I’m not missing persons. I’m financial crimes.”

“Which was why Mr. Rose here picked you. He-”

“Last time Feyre had a fit of flight, I went to the missing persons unit here. I was promised that they would keep my privacy. The tabloids got ahold of the story anyway. Now, I’m going a new way. Don’t tell anyone about the details of this case or I will ask you to be removed from it.”

Vassa didn’t like being ordered around. So why she agreed she wasn’t sure. Maybe for Feyre’s sake, although why she felt that Archeron and Vanserra needed her protection, she wasn’t quite sure either.

“I’ll send you the necessary information.” Tamlin Rose said. He stood and turned, walking out.

“Thank you for not being… yourself, Vassa.”

“What?” Vassa asked bitterly. “Were you afraid I would scare him away?”

“Vassa… just do what he says. Please.” The Captain begged.

Vassa stood and waved to the Captain on her way out. “No promises.” She had work to do.

It was only once she’d left the Captain’s office that she checked her phone, surprised to see a response from the unknown phone number.

I must keep my anonymity for my safety. The crime I am going to report is one committed by Tamlin Rose.

Okay, Vassa thought, now I’m interested.

“Then what?”

“Then, we make up some emails, fudge some details, hack a few things...”

Lucien scrolled through Azriel’s computer files. He’d said he’d work on convincing Hybern to launder the money he received as payment for smuggling by working him. Leaving ads and other subliminal messages to control him. He said con artists used them all the time, that Mor in fact was doing it right now. That she had mentioned that her favorite season was spring and that she loved roses. The color red which she always wore. It was all part of the act.

Lucien was distinctly reminded that everything these people did was calculated. No words were out of place, no sentences unmeant.

Lucien felt wrong. He felt-

“Don’t open that file.”

Lucien jumped about a foot in the air.

“What?”

“Don’t open that file.” Azriel said. He came up from behind Lucien and pulled up a chair to the giant moniter-table. “It’s one of the ones for Hybern. It’ll try and convince you to put stock in Spring and Co. So, you know, I wouldn’t.”

A wry smile graced Lucien’s face, just before he made eye contact with Azriel and then dropped it. Lucien slid his mask back into place.

“You’re really going to send that to him.”

“Yup. Half the work in these cons is me.”

“Wow.” Lucien tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut. Half of Tamlin’s work was Lucien too. Without him, Tamlin may not be lost but he’d certainly have to recover quickly.

All those people… out of jobs.

What was Lucien doing? What was he thinking? He had to go back! If he went back now, maybe Tamlin would-Maybe Tam would forgive him. Maybe-

Azriel put a hand on Lucien’s. “Don’t even think it.”

“But-”

“He hit you Lucien. He hurt you. He abused Feyre. You’re better than him, Lucien. Trust us. We’ll deal with the repercussions. We always do. Somehow, Rhys always comes up smelling like roses—good ones—and he always brings us with him. He’ll bring you and everyone in our wake too.” Azriel squeezed Lucien’s hand. Lucien’s eyes dragged down to his fingers, which are gnarled and nail-less from some long ago burns.

And again, Lucien doesn’t feel so alone, only this time he didn’t want to go back. Lucien pulled his hand back. Azriel leaned back.

“You want to stay? You can see what I do. I have a nagging feeling you’ll like it.”

Lucien let himself smile. Azriel didn’t look at him, as if he knew that eye contact would make it worse. Instead, Azriel just began to work, and Lucien watched.

“You know, the usual,”

“And voila: we’re golden, baby.” Rhys said. He leaned back against his chair proudly, a sly grin on his face. “Our inquisitive cop will check into Tamlin’s financials, find the inconsistencies. Dig a little deeper. And finally, he’ll go to jail.”

“And what if that doesn’t work?” Lucien asked.

Az glanced at Rhys. Cassian snorted. “It always works.”

“Until it doesn’t.”

“Foxy, you worry too much.” Cass said.

“It’s a fair question, Cass.” Az said. “Would it help if I told you that this is only Plan A?”

Lucien’s eyes widened. “Only Plan A? How many ‘Plans’ do you have?”

Rhys shrugged. “Enough.” He said. And that was the end of that.

Azriel fiddled with the fake mustache he’d donned to help him attempt to stay unrecognizable. The janitor uniform Cass had found for him was too small, but it would have to do. He was halfway to the server room when he saw her—her burning red hair impossible to miss.

Azriel, as inconspicuously as possible, snapped a picture of her and sent it straight to Rhys.

What is she doing here?

The response was quick.

Hang on

Lucien says that Tamlin hates her, she shouldnt be there

Lucien knows Amarantha?

Says she’s Hybern’s chosen associate to deal with Tamlin

Azriel dropped his phone into his pocket so he could pretend to be busy with cleaning while Tamlin and Amarantha stomped by him. Of course. Of course their luck would mean that Hybern’s contact with Tamlin was the most notorious fixer alive. And a complete sociopath at that. Tamlin was hissing like an angry cat while Amarantha seemed slightly amused.

“-none of your business-!” Tamlin snarled.

“Darling,” Amarantha flipped her hair over her shoulder, her cruel eyes narrow despite the amused curl to her lips. “Everything about this company is by business.”

They stormed down the corridor and turned, footsteps echoing.

Azriel pulled out his phone. Whatever she’s here for… it can’t be good.

Rhys’ response was quick. Agreed. There was a pause, then: okay, i’m calling everyone in. We need to regroup. We go to plan C for now

Azriel dipped his phone back in his pocket. Plan C it was.

#diana writes the wilting rose job #down the rabbit hole #lucien vanserra #court of dreams #court of nightmares #feyre archeron #amarantha mention #rhysand #azriel #cassian #amren #hybern #tamlin the tampon #tamlin the tool #vassa #diana writes #diana writes a court of thorns and roses

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mountainashfae · 7 years

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rowan, aelin, harmon, mialee, max!

well dang this’ll be a long one, lemme toss it under a cut lmfao

So much time went into all this asdgfhuykm

I legit spent several hours doing this

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Full Name: Rowan ThornbrookGender and Sexuality: Male, demiromantic asexualPronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: half-elf (drow)Birthplace and Birthdate: (equivalent of) October 19, Capitol city of RiverinGuilty Pleasures: late night forest walks, baking fruit desserts (only guilty if the fruits he’s baking with are out of season), sleeping inPhobias: dusty, enclosed spaces (think crypt), being inside a burning building, he’s also got a healthy dose of fear and anxiety over talking in social situations What They Would Be Famous For: Baking Skills, or, ya know, becoming king of RiverinWhat They Would Get Arrested For: being involved with a barfight (bc trying to stop it)OC You Ship Them With: not mine but SOLOMON WITHERSPOONOC Most Likely To Murder Them: uhhh good question none of mineFavorite Movie/Book Genre: does cooking count? No? He’s a fan of realistic fiction.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: the one where the animal companion dies/gets left behindTalents and/or Powers: he can bake, sew, farm a bit, and is skilled with the sword and shieldWhy Someone Might Love Them: He cares for the wellbeing of pretty much everyone he meets and is just overall a sweet guy also have you tasted his peach tarts??Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can be a spoil-sport and is Lawful and also boiled peanuts apparently.How They Change: Rowan so far in canon started out being a bit stiff and felt like he was weighted by expectations put on him, but through meeting Nazha and then later the rest of the party he’s begun to feel like that weight wasn’t quite so heavy and has been able to truly open up and enjoy life without those expectations and also the judgement of him being half-elfWhy You Love Them: Rowan is that character that I have projected so much on to the point that he’s basically my namesake and just working on character development for him, in character and out of character, brings me such joy. He’s also in a way the reason I have such great friends. Also??? Weather and crop based expletive substitutions and phrases.

Full Name: Aelin ThornbrookGender and Sexuality: Female, pansexualPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: half-elf (drow)Birthplace and Birthdate: (equivalent of) August 8, Capitol city of RiverinGuilty Pleasures: the occasional glass of wine, sleeping in (but hours longer than her brother), spending hours playing the flute and ignoring responsibilities, skinny dipping at midnightPhobias: getting lost, losing track of time (both things that happen often), losing the last reminder of his family that she ownsWhat They Would Be Famous For: Her skill in divination, solving the mystery of the group of bandits who assassinated her family!!What They Would Get Arrested For: Probably getting drunk and flirting/getting involved with somebody she shouldn’t and making some sort of skirmish happenOC You Ship Them With: No one currentyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Any of those faux loversFavorite Movie/Book Genre: MysteryLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: any seemingly forced hetero romance. Make it seem natural at leastTalents and/or Powers: divination and drow magic, fluteplayingWhy Someone Might Love Them: She’s an extrovert and tries to get along with most people, is really honest and will help just about anybody. Also she’s such a beauty.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s flirtatious at times but has also never been serious about a relationship n her life. Rather nonchalant about everything and never seems serious everHow They Change: She needs some actual character devWhy You Love Them: She’s the opposite of Rowan, and where the rest of my projecting went that didn’t go to him. I can’t really put the reason into words but it’s a strong feeling.

Full Name: Harmon AveryGender and Sexuality: demigirl, probably graysexualPronouns: they/sheEthnicity/Species: Halfling!!! (lightfoot)Birthplace and Birthdate: idfk about where but it’d be whatever the equivalent of December 5th is.Guilty Pleasures: straight up eating a raw lemonPhobias: heights, being late, missing out on any information, important or notWhat They Would Be Famous For: probably something to do with juice-making or for being a halfling with a large pet snakeWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Sneaking said snake into someplace he’s not allowed, or maybe stealing citrusOC You Ship Them With: nobody currentlyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: -shrug bc no character dev-Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Murder MysteryLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: that “it was the servant all along” cliche. It ruins the mysteryTalents and/or Powers: Ranger magic, skill with a bow, extremely good with snakes, can EAT A LEMON RAWWhy Someone Might Love Them: They’re small and share their juice and citrus with people, they have a snakeWhy Someone Might Hate Them: They have a snake, they’re extremely impatient, and they have no problem giving you the sourest juice possibleHow They Change: gotta get some character dev firstWhy You Love Them: They’re a character that I literally got the idea from in a dream, what else could I say other than they are literally the Halfing of my dreams?

I had to do about 90% of the base character dev right here and there is a LOT more to do. Harmon is still In Development

Full Name: Cauder Mel Toraviel Mialee (Mialee Toraviel)Gender and Sexuality: nonbinary, and idk? Let’s say pan until we know for surePronouns: they/themEthnicity/Species: Sun Elf/Cunning Hob mix!Birthplace and Birthdate: uhhhh no exact town name at the moment but they were in the southwest of Mitria on the equivalent of October 27thGuilty Pleasures: expensive foods, especially chocolates, buying anything expensive for themself tbh (they dont hang on to money long), not having to hide their tail in their clothingPhobias: GETTING CAUGHT IN A LIEWhat They Would Be Famous For: Their illusions and skillWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Their illusions and skill, also all the cons they pull with said illusions and skillsOC You Ship Them With: I platonically sibling ship them with Kit because those two have the best sibling dynamicOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Any of the people they have conned in the past because Mia made off great and bouncedFavorite Movie/Book Genre: Does mythology count? Because they love mythology. Also any nonfiction text on magic, mostly for inspiration purposesLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: are there any cliches in mythology and magic texts? Other than inaccuracies I guessTalents and/or Powers: Favored Soul sorcery, lotsa skill in illusions and disguises, pretty good as improvWhy Someone Might Love Them: They’re a real stinker but in a good way if you’re not on their bad side and they love to show off their skills for others and they adore childrenWhy Someone Might Hate Them: If they see you as an audience they will literally lie to your face to get what they want and feel no remorse. Is that their actual face? Their actual name and class?? Who knows!How They Change: Mialee “Master of Hiding Literally Everything About Myself” Toraviel opened up to a Partner in Crime aka new adoptive brother and a sassmaster sorcerer hob and loves them very much whether they realize it or notWhy You Love Them: They’re such a fun and different character to play compared to Rowan, and everything about them makes me smile. I get to play around with aspects of their hob heritage with Theo and it’s so fun to do and to learn about hobs. I get to do everything that I love about D&D through them.

Full Name: Maxwell FuntGender and Sexuality: Male, aroacePronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: Human, I wrote Illuskan on his character sheet but idfk what that translates toBirthplace and Birthdate: equivalent of August 30, in a small town called Rodan which got burned to the groundGuilty Pleasures: stealing shoes that are loaned to him, actually getting a lead on that fey artifact he’s supposed to be looking for!!Phobias: dragons, the mere thought of being enslaved again, most heavily social situations, loud yelling (especially aimed at him)What They Would Be Famous For: busting up that one slave caravan?? idk my dude he doesn’t like the spotlightWhat They Would Get Arrested For: breaking into some building to check out a fey artifact because it might be the one he’s looking forOC You Ship Them With: nobody my dude he’s not interestedOC Most Likely To Murder Them: those guys in the slave caravan who he blastedFavorite Movie/Book Genre: He seems like he’d be the horror kinda kid but no, he likes fantasy and refuses to finish a book if he suspects a bad endingLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Any kind where a main/well-liked character diesTalents and/or Powers: Pact of the Chain Warlock with an Archfey patron, newly acquired roller skating skillWhy Someone Might Love Them: He’s got some sass and he’s surprisingly still in excitable kid on the inside. That part of him is pretty cute when it comes out.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He just, Doesn’t Like People and will admit to trusting his fey weasel more than any one person. He also doesn’t like conflict and will scoot if possibleHow They Change: Max “I trust the Fey more than I trust any person or god” Funt has begun to trust others and is acting more like the child he still is. Don’t get me wrong he’s still irreparably scarred but bits of what can is healingWhy You Love Them:Max was conceptualized on the same day as Rowan in the same way (aka random generators), so he’s got a special place in my heart from that. It’s also the characters that have the worst backstories that I end up loving the most, partially because I’ve ruined their lives enough in backstory and it’s my job now to give them nothing but good. Also that Dunks Meta of the experiment sessions just being our Dunks characters playing D&D makes his concept so much more fun. Because that means Rowan is playing this boy.

#dunks n dergs #dungeons drive-ins & dives #D&D #ask meme #wowza that took forever!!!!#thank you so much for making me do this character dev

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