#indulgence.intro

[annointedwithoil]

the messiah

✗✗✗ a little birdie told me [ margaux le voy ] from [ the damned ] was seen around town lately. the [ ciswoman ] is definitely up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ ten years ] now but they’re still pretty [ duplicitous ] which is fine because they’re also [ outwardly pious ] so it balances out. the [ forty seven ] year old [ surgeon ] actually looks like a lot like [ sarah paulson ], don’t you think? rumors say they work as [ the “messiah” ] for the [ the damned ] and have been around for [ since the groups inception ]. it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ corporeal torture & being worshipped ]. (jack, 30+, she/her, est, none)

                                             ~ LET US SLAY ~

GENESIS

Margaux was born and raised in an isolated mountain town deep in Appalachia by a pair of God Fearing parents. Conservative dress, traditional roles, shunning anything popular culture, or greatly enjoyed by ‘feckless sinners’.

Margaux began preaching as a teenager to her fellow youngsters; her charismatic sermons drew a small, but growing following. Although some were privy to the sporadic acts of violence she would inflict whenever her burgeoning authority was challenged. However, this did not deter them, and her followers quickly learned that while she truly cared deeply for them, her threats are never empty.

Diverging from the incredibly sheltered teachings of her parents, Margaux surmised that the best Good could be achieved by learning to live amongst the Sodomites, and learning their ways. She left her home at 18 to begin her ‘Mission’ of salvation. As Margaux does not believe that science subverts the will of God, she became a doctor in order to literally save people. For all intents and purposes, she is a gifted surgeon who has helped countless patients with her prowess and skill. However, she soon began performing ‘spiritual surgeries’ on patients whose ailments she believes go deeper than the physical. 

These ‘spiritual surgeries’ have left patients, that she has deemed irredeemable sinners, mutilated. When they come to missing the legs that kept them adulterating, or without the tongue they used to cheat and slander, only then does Margaux consider them ‘cured’.

Naturally, this got her in a lot of trouble with the medical boards, and she relocated to Santa Ysabel where she continues to practice medicine, and ‘spiritual surgeries’, to this day.

THE MESSIAH

Margaux takes her role of ‘The Messiah’ deadly seriously. Due to a near death incident, wherein she claims to have been approached by God, she now views herself akin to the second coming. She deems the other ‘Leaders’ in Santa Ysabel as False Prophets leading everyone straight into Satan’s hands. 

Margaux is pleasant when speaking with others. She is polite, does not curse, and claims to love all Sinners. The Damned are all her children.

Those whom comprise her Flock are known as The Damned, and she is their Messiah. She takes care of them, her word is law, and they follow her unquestionably. She loves them, unquestionably...even if her expression of said love is, at times, questionable.

All of her flock were once drenched with sin, but she has since shown them the light and put them onto the path of salvation. Over time, she has grown to love the immense power she holds over her Flock, and will invoke swift retribution on anyone who challenges her.

Margaux sees herself as one of the last of the true Righteous among men, and that it is her God-given duty to save the heathens left in ‘Sodom’. However she is not without sins of her own -- though she would hardly call them sins. 

She rarely travels anywhere without a small contingent of armed guards -- her most ardent devotees who would gladly die for her.

#indulgence.intro #tag: about margaux #tag: bio #ooc: pre emptive apologies for this abomination of a character

[sinsofaleo]

hello heathens. admin leo here with my first deeply damaged child with daddy issues and a short temper

meet giovanni rossi

✗✗✗ a little birdie told me [ giovanni rossi ] from [ the o'rileys ] was seen around town lately. the [ cismale ] is definitely up to no good. [ he/him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ strict ] which is fine because they’re also [ protective ] so it balances out. [ forty five ] year old [ bar owner ] actually looks like a lot like [ john krasinski ], don’t you think? rumors say they work as a [ chief clan ] for the [ o'rileys ]. it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ guns & carbs ].

fun facts

nickname: gio

age: 45

favorite color: black

favorite fruit: tomato

lightsaber color: red

details

life for gio wasn’t what most people call normal. to him it was. when you grow up with parents who are into guns and drug dealing you tend to forget what’s appropriate and what’s not. declan and eloise rossi didn’t hide their shady dealings from the four children. despite everything gio, nico, liz, and paige all had a tight childhood. they went to school like everyone else. had family game nights like everyone else. had a very large family that included drug dealing friends…unlike most people. the wholesome activities were laced with education on fighting, guns, and the rossi way to deal with problems. the family didn’t have arguments. they fought it out. their parents were loving but strict.

gio had it the hardest out of all of them. as the oldest, he was pushed to get into the family business. the rossis grew up alongside the o’rileys. they were basically and extension of their own family. at the age of seventeen declan had pushed gio into joining which he was hesitant to do at first. somehow the eldest rossi managed to stay strong within the o’rileys while going to the university. he proved himself time and time again as he climbed up the ranks of the o’riley gang.

at the age of nineteen gio started dating a classmate named sarai. she was captivating to him. everything to him at the time. by twenty they were engaged. everything was going great. the one hiccup was sarais ex-boyfriend who was obsessive. they had several verbal altercations. a year after their engagement sarai was murdered by her ex-boyfriend. that drove gio off the deep end. he acted in a fit of rage and hunted the man down, killing him with several shots to the chest. throughout that short span of time with the o’rileys gio had suffered injuries from fights. an assignment gone wrong had left gio in the med suite due to a gunshot wound in his shoulder. 

all of this gang activity left gio wanting more from life. that’s why he continued his studies in the field of sociology. he was determined to keep a semblance of normalcy. years were spent in college to get his masters degree and ultimately become the sociology professor he is now. for some odd reason, gio was obsessed with society. which made sense considering what he does for a living.

gios personality can be described as stern, he has an issue with respect, warm around the people that are closest to him. he’s a huge star wars fan but he keeps it on the down-low. his relationship with his siblings varies depending on which one it is.

#gr: intro #indulgence.intro #gio

[miracvlovs]

✗✗✗   you see [ kaleb yıldırım ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he / him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ abrasive ] which is fine because they’re also [ debonair ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ hitman for hire ] actually looks like a lot like [ alperen duymaz ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ strong cigarettes & even stronger whiskey ].

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie ( a.k.a an irish doofus who is utter plot trash and the actual WORST at keeping track with discord messages, oops ) and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! anywho, this is my first kiddo kaleb and he is … how do you say … morally grey. basically his morals are very questionable in every aspect. but! on the plus side, he’s very talented and good at his job even if he is ruthless and callous, oop. he is … the worst and also lowkey messed up inside tbh so pls excuse his blunt and sarcastic nature. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord ( chrissie.#9606 ) and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

KALEB EMER YILDIRIM     —     twenty-eight, hitman for hire,   +   one snarky son of a gun   /   troubled dude with daddy issues   /   all issues tbh ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dried blood caked into the grooves of cut knuckles, the lingering scent of smoke and gasoline, silver slivers of past scarring, five o’clock shadow peppering a blunt jawline, discolourations of blue and purple decorating battered hands, a subtle smirk etched upon a devious countenance, calloused fingertips riddled with small paper cuts, dark circles under almost-black eyes, the noise of screeching tires in the middle of the night, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly grin under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a car engine, & clenched, white-knuckled fists.

nicknames. kal.

date of birth. november third.

gender. cis male.

pronouns. he + him.

birthplace. manhattan, nyc.

orientation. bisexual + aromantic.

education. bachelor of music degree obtained from manhattan school of music.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, turkish, spanish, & french.

negative traits. haughty, abrasive, enigmatic, cynical, temperamental, calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, & volatile.

positive traits. adept, diligent, charming, resilient, candid, adept, charming, audacious, determined, & resourceful.

strengths. efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, & inspiring.

weaknesses. stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, poor handling of emotions, cold, & ruthless.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, lock-picking, carjacking, hand-to-hand combat, automobile knowledge, tracking people down, & excellent problem-solving abilities. 

physiology. dark brown eyes. dark brown hair. six feet, one inch tall. of a lean, broad stature with a straight posture and evident height. has a few silvery scars littered across his skin. has a few tattoos in a few less visible places. is ambidextrous.

psychology. scorpio zodiac. water element. slytherin house. entj-a. chaotic neutral. type eight enneagram. choleric temperament. interpersonal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, prescription drugs, cocaine, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and insomnia. his vices are lust, wrath and pride. his virtues are ... honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral, blood, murder, suicide mention, gun mention, & various references to death and murder. 

a synopsis.   ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, waaay before he blessed the universe with his presence, his mother ( who was originally from turkey ) moved to the states where she met one alexander hale. you can probably guess the rest: the pair married, they had children, everything seemed to be going swimmingly, yada yada. here’s a lil background: the hale family—a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. kaleb’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored kaleb in favour of his eldest son joshua so kaleb kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and he spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined his thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for kaleb. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, kaleb was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, he didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped kaleb get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to santa ysabel with his brother and brother's family. in the beginning, things were going fine. yeah, sure, he was struggling for work and felt bad that his brother had to keep him afloat. normal stuff. then, one day, things quickly turned sour in his world. [ TRIGGER FOR GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE MENTION, GUN MENTION, MURDER, DEATH ] he’d came home to find the locks on the doors busted, advancing into the house carefully only to find his brother’s lifeless corpse crumbled on the kitchen tiles: his throat and wrists slashed, posed as a suicide. of course, kaleb knew better. he knew his brother; knew he would never leave him or his family. upon further inspection of the house, he’d discovered the body of his wife upstairs: a bullet hole between her eyes. [ TRIGGER OVER ] the whole ordeal was enough to turn his stomach but once the sickness had subsided, all kaleb felt was a strong thirst for blood. sure, it was pretty damn stupid to try and seek revenge or whatnot ... but kaleb had always been one to let his heart guide his brain. anyways, time skip now to the moment he’d uncovered his brother’s entanglement with some dodgy loan shark, drug dealing criminals who were responsible for his murder. in the end, he’d hunted them down and eradicated them one by one, over a span of weeks. at first, he hated himself and what his desire for vengeance had turned him into but he kept going until he’d got them all: until he’d grown numb. truthfully, how he wound up taking lives for a living is beyond him. he woke up one day, found himself hired by some big-wig businessman who wanted rid of his business partner and et voilà, he was tangled up in the dark side of existence. i mean, was he blackmailed into doing his first paid hit? yes. but who can blame him? especially when they claimed to have intel regarding the sudden demise of a prominent figure in the criminal underbelly of the city, a.k.a his brother’s killer. it was a risk kaleb simply couldn’t take. he prefers to keep himself anonymous, hidden behind shadows, unsuspecting. death has become a job. nothing more. nothing less. it’s simply the algorithm of his existence: receive a dossier, take care of the target, get paid a hefty lump sum. and all just for enacting a stranger’s revenge in the blood of another. he moves like a deadly phantom, his footsteps light as a feather, whipping through the night like a bullet through a target’s skull. sartre claims that hell is other people. and if you were to stare into kaleb’s eyes—eyes eerily similar to having been cut from coal—you might just see hell and everyone in it staring right back at you. as nietzsche wrote: “ he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ”

random extras.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

owns and drives a black 1969 boss 429 mustang which he loves arguably more than he loves himself.

speaking of, he actually is full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

trusts nobody but himself and is loyal to nobody but himself.

has a lot of anger issues so often ends up taking part in underground fights.

he rates around a solid three on the kinsey scale.

is a distant person; closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

when it comes to whether or not he is morally decent or an extremely bad person, he is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

he isn’t heartless but he isn’t exactly compassionate either.

kind of shady but knows how to pass himself as charming. 

has been thru sum shit n seen sum shit so he’s v messed up inside.

though he does have a soft spot for animals and children.

his marksmanship is impeccable.

he’s naturally gifted with firearms and his shot is always on point.

dark eyes and bruised knuckles are his ultimate aesthetic tbh.

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

speaking of piano, he’s low key gifted at playing although he rarely does these days.

has a very short fuse and can lose his temper quite easily.

he has a good heart and good intentions when it comes to those he actually cares about although he’ll never let this show.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

a bit of a lone wolf. he keeps people at arm’s length but acts in a way where people are under the illusion he’s their friend.

basically the tall, dark and handsome trope: ( most of the tall, dark and handsome men display aloof, cold and distant personality but they do have a gentle and caring side. )

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

he got into fighting at a young age. it was the only way to try and learn how to defend himself against his father.

sleep?? he doesn’t know her.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them either.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

you can find a pinterest board for him by clicking anywhere here.

#hey hi hello happy to be here !!! #this is my son kal n he's ... A LOT. #show this some luv n i'll come atcha for plots !!! #indulgence.intro

[burnmarilyne]

OPEN STARTER | LOCATION: PIER (CARNIVAL REMAINS)

“I’ve seen you here before...” Marilyne smiles as she approaches the other person on the pier. She’s come here quite a bit since what happened on these shores not even a fortnight ago, though her reasons are far from anyone elses. She isn’t here to figure out what happened, or to mourn for those who lost their lives. No, she’s here to see what’s going to happen next? Those who came back to such tragidy surely had an interesting path ahead of them. “It feels like you could use an ear to listen-- I have two.”.

#indulgence.intro

[freakshowbryer]

Name: Bryer Rochelle Forrester Fontaine Age: 31 Birthday: March 30, 1990 Occupation: Dancer/Contortionist for the Freakshow Sexuality: Heteroflexible Relationship Status: Single (Divorced) Length of Time in Town: 3 years Positive Traits: Understanding, Caring, Type-A, Up-Front, Helpful, Trustworthy Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Stubborn, Guarded, Type-A,  Bio: tw-abuse

Bryer Rochelle Forrester was born March 30, 1990 in Las Vegas, Nevada to mother Jennifer Olney and father Richard Forrester. Unfortunately, both of her parents were deemed not fit to raise a child near immediately after her birth, and custody was quickly transferred to her grandparents on her mother’s side. Soon after, both of her parents left town together. And, although they regularly sent cards, money, and small gifts for her, Bryer has only seen them three times since she was taken. 

With her grandparents, Bryer had a near-perfect life. She was raised in a home with plenty of love, support, and attention, with her grandparents encouraging her to overcome the challenges life had handed her, to come out on top, and to be the absolute best she could be. Nearly from the time she could walk, Bryer was fascinated by dance. Any time someone was dancing on TV, she’d waddle over to the set, getting as close as possible and examining their movements and footwork. Any time music was playing, she was finding ways to dance, often making up her own moves and creating her own shows to perform for her family and anyone else who would watch. Supportive as always, her grandparents enrolled her in dance classes, and Bryer continued to excel from there. To compound her dance lessons, her grandparents also signed her up for gymnastics and cheerleading teams, making sure she was able to experience everything the world had to offer. 

Throughout school, Bryer proved herself to be incredibly intelligent, acing every course and balancing what soon turned into a rigorous practice and competition schedule. Under her grandparents’ guidance, she truly excelled in everything she attempted. Despite her parents’ personalities and inability to truly ‘get themselves together’, Bryer turned out to be the complete opposite. She was always getting compliments from teachers, family friends, and other adults on her organization and time-management skills. She proved early on to be a total perfectionist, which has come as both a blessing and a curse. While Bryer both works and focuses hard, fearing failure and doing anything imperfectly, it can often be her downfall, causing her to stress and over-prepare for everything to the point of sickness. 

Following graduation from high school, Bryer knew she wanted to pursue dance as a professional career. However, her grandparents insisted she attend college and earn her degree. Not wanting to disappoint, and being the perfectionist she was, Bryer decided to audition for Julliard’s dance program. It came as no shock when she was accepted, on a near-full scholarship. For four years, Bryer worked her ass off, nearly collapsing from exhaustion on several occasions, but always managing to bring herself back from the brink. Upon graduation from Juliard, she made the decision to return to Las Vegas, to be with her elderly grandparents, and to help them out as much as she could. Near immediately she landed a job as a dancer in one of Vegas’ biggest and most well-known shows- Cirque du Soleil. Bryer was beyond thrilled, over the moon, as was her family. Quickly, she became one of the biggest stars of the show, finally having the ability to put her talents to use. 

Of course, nothing perfect lasts forever, as Bryer soon learned. After only a few short months with Cirque, she was called into a private meeting with her director, followed by several more, which began to include dinner dates as well. The man made Bryer feel special and loved. The two began to spend more and more time together, and after only six short months of dating, they were married. Everything seemed perfect...Until they weren’t. It began with her husband’s insecurities and excessive control over her- Bryer was required to inform him of every move she made, every purchase, every activity. Then, he began showing up everywhere she was- dinner with friends, her grandparents’ house, even the mall while she was shopping. This control quickly turned to physical incidents which seemed to get worse each time they happened. At the age of 28, only 4 short years after their marriage began, Bryer fled from her husband in the night, taking as much as she could and as much money from their well-endowed account as possible. Knowing her husband would come after her, she did her best to think of any place he wouldn’t look. She’d heard of Santa Ysabel, the land of lawlessness, a place where someone like Bryer Forrester would never be found. 

So, after leaving a note for her grandparents, she moved to Santa Ysabel, filed for divorce, and changed her last name to Fontaine, hoping to cover her tracks well enough to continue to evade her obsessive and crazy ex. Once in Santa Ysabel, Bryer found herself a suitable and low-key apartment, with a landlord who accepted cash only payments, with no real paperwork to speak of. Bryer purchased herself a large dog, and obtained a part-time job at the local dance studio. However, after only six months of teaching there, she found herself restless, missing the life of performing again. The Freakshow was well known in town, for its extraordinary performances and awe-inspiring oddities, and at that time, it seemed like the perfect fit for Bryer. So, she went to the Freakshow, auditioned, and was hired immediately. She has worked there for 2.5 years now, and has not looked back. Although she can still be a sweetheart, and flashes of the woman she used to be still shine through, Bryer has developed a hardness to her following everything she went through. She does not trust easily, but still has a heart of gold for anyone willing to take the time to uncover it. 

#indulgence.intro #tw:abuse

[xandercarsonofficial]

Name: Xander Joseph Carson Age: 30 Birthday: May 20 Occupation: Chef/Bone Breaker for the O’Rileys Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Length of Time in Town: Lifelong, but he moved away from 19-24 Positive Traits: Loyal, Honest, Organized, Clean, Confident, Self-Assured Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Asshole, Stubborn, Standoffish, Detached Bio: tw-parental death, alludes to abuse, alludes to murder

Xander Joseph Carson was born May 20, 1991 in Santa Ysabel. His parents, Ellen and Joseph, were never the best parents around, and there were many things Xander was forced to learn to do for himself from an early age. Ellen, a waitress at a local diner who moonlit as a stripper, often found herself in a single parent situation. She and her on-again-off-again partner, Joseph, seemed to be more off than on the older Xander got, and he was frequently left alone to fend for himself while his mother danced or picked up extra shifts. Although Xander’s father wasn’t completely absentee, when he was around, his brand of love was more tough than anything. He firmly believed Xander needed to fit his own definition of a ‘man’, which truly was nothing any child should ever have had to be exposed to. There was no tenderness, no love, and no softness to be found with his father, and it shows in Xander’s demeanor and attitude (despite how hard he’s tried to remove himself from that mindset). 

Joseph Carson, although not aligned formally with any group or family in particular, was known for his ‘services’ around town. Although no one could ever truly prove that he was a hit man, everyone knew he was someone to be feared, and anyone who was anyone was aware that if you needed someone scared or shaken up, JC  (as he was known in Santa Ysabel) was the man to go to. They say everyone has a price, and truth be told it was common knowledge that JC’s price wasn’t usually very high. Generally, anyone who crossed paths with him when he was in a certain mood, paid or not, either wasn’t seen again, or reappeared in much, much worse shape than they had been when they disappeared. These were ‘talents’ and ‘values’ Xander was taught from the time he could talk, walk, and understand the basics of what his father was teaching him. Under JC’s teachings, by the age of 14, Xander Carson was considered to have the ability to kill another with his bare hands, much to his father’s pleasure and excitement. 

As a child, Xander did get love from his mother, when she was around to give it, though that wasn’t very frequently. In fact, there were days on end during which Xander did not see his mother at all, especially when she was trying to make his father jealous, and found herself staying over with some fling or man she’d picked up at the club. It was the requirement to fend for himself that first sparked Xander’s love and passion for cooking. After school, he would come home and turn on the cooking channels, listening as he did his homework and trying to recreate the dishes for his own dinner. 

Despite everything, Xander did well in school, and is obvioiusly very intelligent. The one thing that had always held him back in many ways, and prevented him from many of the opportunities he might have had otherwise, was his dislike for authority. His father’s lack of rules and respect had truly rubbed off on Xander, and although his marks were high, his attitude was sometimes intolerable, especially when his teachers hadn’t given him a valid reason to respect them- at least in his eyes. Still, he made it to graduation with a perfect 4.0 GPA. Initially, he had no plans of attending college, believing it to be too much for ‘people like him’. But, he couldn’t let go of his culinary passion. So, he took a job as a line cook and saved as much money as he could, then at the age of 19 moved away from Santa Ysabel to attend one of the most prestigious culinary schools in the country. 

Once he’d completed school, he moved back at the behest of his mother, who had fallen ill in his absence. From the time he moved back, things went downhill and seemed to continue spiraling. His mother only survived for two years following his return, and his father passed in the interim. While his mother was still alive, Xander was desperate to make money, his job in the diner’s kitchen not enough to make ends meet, and his mother’s medications getting more and more pricey. So, he was forced to turn to what he knew, what he’d been trained to know from the beginning- hits. It was then he became involved with the O’Rileys, knowing the family by name from growing up in Santa Ysabel. His position with them began as odd jobs, and Xander managed to gain their trust, prove his loyalty, and work his way up to being one of their bone breakers. And, he lives up to and exceeds expectations. 

Due to his upbringing, Xander has never had an easy time making friends or entering relationships. Though he has an incredibly high libido and has had a plethora of partners, anything long-term is foreign to him. This is in part because of his upbringing and demeanor, and partially because of his job. And perhaps, somewhere, deep down, in a part of himself he has not accepted yet, he is terrified of becoming his father. 

#indulgence.intro #sorry if this sucks #i'm on a lot of medication but wanted to get something out #don't judge me lol #tw:parental death #tw:abuse

[fvlminare]

✗✗✗   you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ]. 

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - ) 

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS     —     twenty-six, dancer at mayhem,   +   an honest-to-god vixen   /   hellcat   /   lil demoness ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis.   ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table. 

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok??? 

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

#* dj khaled vc * anotha one !!! #slap a lil heart on this n i'll hit ya up for le plots !!! #indulgence.intro

[hedonistxheart]

  ✗✗✗ you see [ brielle lancaster ] around lately? yeah i heard the [ cis female ] is/are up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ one year ] now but they’re still pretty [ excitable ] which is fine because they’re also [ creative ] so it balances out. the [ twenty five ] year old [ artist, co-owner of sweet lips restaurant/art gallery ] actually looks like a lot like [ lili reinhart ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ sensual sex & top shelf liquor ].

FAST FACTS:

Sexuality: Pansexual, Panromantic, Polyromantic:

Occupation: Artist with a focus on painting, Co-owner of Sweet Lips restaurant and art gallery with her girlfriend, Layla

Personality: A soft bean who doesn’t expect everyone around her to also be soft. Loves the darkness in people as much as the light. Intensely sexual and sensual person who wants to be surrounded by touch and everything that makes her feel good. 10/10 has a little crush on you or has had a crush on you at some point.

Sexual Roles: A switch in terms of both topping/bottoming and dom/sub dynamics. Brielle is very much “i’d like a nibble of this and a nibble of that, don’t make me choose” type

Kinks: Public Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Mutual Masturbation, Rough Sex, Vanilla Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Edging, Forced Orgasm, Praise

Can be negotiated if it is a preferred kink of a partner and there is trust built: Breath Play, Orgasm Denial, Daddy Kink, Anal

Hard Anti-Kinks: Knife Play, Bodily Fluids, Impact Play, Humiliation, Pain

More Info Below!!!

Her brother was a genius and a painting prodigy which always left Brielle feeling doubtful about her own artistic passion. She didn’t pursue her bachelor’s degree until she was 22 because of that doubt and there’s a part of her that is afraid that when she eventually leaves college the real world will tell her she will never hold a candle to her older brother and she wasted her time at Pinecrest. That fear leads to a lot of sleepless nights, dark frenetic paintings that she hides in the morning fearing that they aren’t good enough.

She wasn’t the favorite child and her parents weren’t purposefully cold but they also never made any real efforts to connect with her beyond meeting basic needs.  This has left her as a bit of a people pleaser, terrified of being disliked, of being not enough. Tensions have only grown in her college years as her pansexual/polyromantic heart has been clearly labeled as not fitting in with the Brady Bunch aesthetic. In terms of romance and relationships Brielle is one of those soft, desperate to love individuals that crushes a little on every person she meets. She’s not good at monogamy, she’s not good at ignoring or shutting the door on connection no matter what range of physical or emotional it is. There’s a lot of rejection either off the bat or by people who try out a relationship and lose interest or decide they prefer monogamy. In the back of her mind and below her smile there is a constant leaden expectation that she will lose every person she touches, every person she wants to hold and fill with love.

But college was a time of growth and settling in for her. In finding a secure sense of self and in finding the most stable relationship she’s ever had with her girlfriend, Layla. A friends with benefits set up that grew into something stronger, something wholly perfect and loving and open. She found her place with her art, and when she was finished with her master’s degree and Layla was finished with her undergrad they came into an unexpected windfall of good financial fortune and used it to bring a combined dream to life. Santa Ysabel felt like the perfect and only place for them to open up the restaurant/art gallery combo they’d been talking about for years, a place where others came to appreciate their vices, their hedonistic needs. Brielle has never felt so hopeful and content in her life.

#brielle;intro #indulgence.intro

[13cabrera]

meet thirteen cabrera

✗✗✗ you see [thirteen cabrera] around lately? yeah i heard that the [cismale] is/are up to no good. [he/him] has been here for [three days] now but they’re still pretty [sneaky] which is fine because they’re also [meticulous] so it balances out. the [forty seven] year old [jewel thief] actually looks like a lot like [juan diego botto], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [alcohol & sadism].

fun facts

real name: roman insaurralde

nickname(s): lucky, tee

age: 47

occupation: jewel thief

favorite film: oceans 13

best asset(s): brain and slightly disarming smile

favorite jewel: sapphire

vibe: sin in your skin - aidan martin

details

thirteen, a moniker earned for thirteen perfectly executed heists. he’s the brains behind the operation. the architect. in his minds eye he can curate the perfect heist. from the incidents made to seem like mistakes. to the escape route. 

before roman became thirteen he was an architect. made money from rich people who wanted elaborate homes with hidden rooms for who knows what. they paid him well so he didn’t ask. 

all his life he had been fascinated with buildings. why hallways were a certain width. how many rooms were deemed appropriate for an average home. maybe he should have foreseen his future as a jewel thief.  

his whole reason for going down the slippery slope of the heist world was his sibling. they fell in with the wrong people and wound up owing a debt. with no other option they turned to big bro roman. he was the key to pulling off several heists that would get them enough money to pay off their debt.

what roman never expected was to like it. occasionally it meant getting his hands dirty. his sibling screwed many people over in their day. which meant there was an unwanted target on his back. together they ran the heist game before roman tapped out. he loved the life of riches and crime yet it wasn’t what he wanted to do forever.

his sibling told him about a lawless city called santa ysabel. he could run away without getting caught. he’d be able to live a life free from the world of heist. is that what he really wanted? thirteen couldn’t answer that question. still can’t.

thirteens personality can be described as calm, generous, caring, and a little rough around the edges. he’s the type of guy that will get his hands dirty if it meant getting to his end goal. thirteen was never the type to sit back while everyone executed the heist. he’d jump into the fire if he even sensed his plan going awry. he’s charming which worked in his favor. how else would he get hard to obtain blueprints? 

the downfall about him is he never forms solid relationships due to being a jewel thief. no one knows him as roman besides his family. any person outside of his home life knows a perfectly curated story for the situation. on one occasion he’d be an english teacher. on another he’d be a car salesman. sometimes he struggles with his own story. who is roman insaurralde without the moniker thirteen cabrera?

#13: intro #indulgence.intro

[judescarter]

✗✗✗ you see [ jude carter ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he ] has been here for [ fifteen years ] now but they’re still pretty [ deceitful ] which is fine because they’re also [ conscientious ] so it balances out. the [ thirty five ] year old [ gunrunner and marksman ] actually looks like a lot like [ paul wesley ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ cigarette burns & smoking barrels ]

BIRTH NAME : jude lloyd carter. ALIAS / NICKNAME : j, ju, carter. AGE : thirty five. PRONOUNS : he / him / his DATE OF BIRTH : august 6th, 1985. PLACE OF BIRTH : new jersey, united states. RESIDENCE : santa ysabel, united states. OCCUPATION : gunrunner, marksman & contract killer. POSITIVE TRAITS : confident, strong-willed, fearless. determined, intelligent. NEGATIVE TRAITS : reckless, aggressive, impulsive, self-destructive, stubborn. FAMILY: FATHER : james carter MOTHER : avery carter (deceased) SIBLINGS :  olivia ‘liv’ carter (younger sister) • at the age of twelve, jude witnessed his mother get murdered in front of him by a mafia boss looking to get revenge on his dad • it fucked him up for a long time and in result caused him to harbour a lot of resentment towards his dad • he helped to raise his little sister (mostly on his own) as his dad took to disappearing for long periods of time without any explanation until he just up and left and didn’t come back when he was fifteen • jude fell into the “wrong crowd” around that time. falling into a circle of drugs and gang wars • he numerous things he wasn’t proud of but everything was crashing down around him. he lost his way but after a short stint in prison, he cleaned himself up. kinda. •  after he left prison, at the age of twenty one, he went in search for his sister. determined to get himself sorted and lead by example for her.  • things were hard for a while. he had to earn olivia’s trust back and prove to her that he’s dependable. • he got a small apartment and tried to get a “normal job” so he could pay the bills and after about six months, liv agreed to come and live with him • the problem was just couldn’t just do a “normal job” and after not too long, he fell back into old habits. and got in touch with some old contacts • jude was no stranger to handling guns. he’d held them plenty of times, shot them more than he’d like to admit so when he was offered a job as a gunrunner he didn’t really think twice about it • he didn’t really know what he was signing himself up for at the time but he liked this job a lot better than his last. he lived off the thrill, the anticipation of doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing, something illegal • he would sometimes land himself in dangerous situations and he would come home covered in cuts and bruises or on the odd occasion a bandaged up bullet wound • but jude soon learnt his role and then at some point, he’d landed himself a side hustle of a contract killer • jude knew he could shoot a gun. and he had so much anger and rage pent up in him from years of unresolved conflict that taking out his anger on somebody else didn’t really faze him • over time, he’d established himself as a very good marksman • and over doing this job for the last coupe of years, he found himself eager to track down his mother’s killers and avenge her death • he knew he had to be careful though. because this mafia was dangerous and he had to make sure that liv was safe. at all times. he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. he wouldn’t allow the same thing to happen to her that happened to his mom. • and with that. he went on the run. he needed somewhere he could live and work and where he wasn’t putting his sister’s life in danger • so he moved to santa ysabel • as much as he hated the predicament he was in and as much as he missed his sister. he knew it was the right thing to do • for her sake WANTED CONNECTIONS: • people who run in similar circles as him. • acquaintances. • clients. • employees. • enemies. • gang lords/mafia. • hookups. • ex-girlfriend(s). • family.

#indulgence.intro #a hot mess

[cassandra-ross]

✗✗✗ you see [ cassandra ross ] around lately? yeah i heard the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ two years ] now but they’re still pretty [ reckless ] which is fine because they’re also [ compassionate ] so it balances out. the [ twenty eight ] year old [ elementary school piano teacher ] actually looks like a lot like [ adelaide kane ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ casual sex and alcohol binges ].  @indulgencerpgstarters​

Cassandra originated from Perth, Australia and she has two younger brothers, who are one year apart. They are twenty-five and twenty-six years old. Cassandra also has a foster sister who is six years old. Her parents are happily married and in their “older” age have decided to foster and plan on adopting the six year old girl. Cassandra absolutely loves her brothers, but her sister also has a special place in her heart. 

Her family lives thirty minutes away from her in another town, but she sees them often. 

Cassandra became interested in the piano at the age of four. She took classes and absorbed herself in music. 

Growing up, Cassie was somewhat dark, often lost in her thoughts. She was friendly but then she would have intense moody spells. Her mother was terrified that she was inheriting Bipolar Disorder that her grandmother has. 

At 15, Cassie had an involvement with a boy that she was deeply in love with. His family however, did not like Cassie around and told Cassie’s family as much. Cassie’s family and her boyfriend were all at a loss for what to do. 

Then, it came up that they had to travel to the USA for a job, and it was only supposed to be temporary, and Cassandra counted on that. She wrote her boyfriend letters but with time, they fizzled out, as they didn’t end up moving back. 

Cassie’s family started out in New Jersey then moved to Los Angeles, California. She went to college for music and has her bachelor’s degree. Cassie herself moved to Santa Ysabel two years ago and is now working as an elementary school piano teacher. 

Although she is kind of reckless and impulsive, Cassandra has a soft side to her and loves children and keeps that side separate. She secretly has untreated depression and bipolar disorder and she suspects this but doesn’t talk about it. She binges on alcohol and has frequent casual sex to fill the void she feels in her life. 

#indulgence.intro #bipolar tw #depression tw

[sadiemarieremington]

✗✗✗ you see [ sadie remington ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ 1 year ] now but they’re still pretty [ gullible ] which is fine because they’re also [ compassionate ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ baker ] actually looks like a lot like [ lily james ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ sex & sweets ].

Fun Facts Below!

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Pansexual as fuck, everyone is in trouble

Is also poly amorous af ; has a deep rooted belief that having lots of connections with varying degrees of sexual/romantic intimacy is as important as having a wide circle of friends that compliment and support your spirit in many ways

LOVES baking. Pls let her shower you with cookie and cake and pies.

Also LOVES weed and has a tendency to combine that with her sweet tooth but don’t worry she’ll always tell you when she has goodies with an extra ingredient

Is not picky about her liquor. Catch her nursing whiskey one night, a pinot the next, and a shot glass of tequila the next.

Will sing Adele and Sara Barielles almost exclusively at karaoke. Doesn’t even need to be drunk for it.

Likes slow burn cat and mouse with her hook ups, comfort zone is usually friends with benefits dynamics, boyfriend/girlfriend level stuff sometimes works, sometimes doesn’t, but there’s a looooot of conversating that has to happen before that bump.

Doesn’t trust herself to own any pets but will cry over everyone elses and pet them till her hand almost falls off.

If you even talk about horses around her she will get teary eyed, she loves them so much, she’s soft af.

Has been in Santa Ysabel for 1 year so we are open to all the connections.

Just has a lot of love to give okay. Too much love. It’s a problem. She will love fervently however you let her

#indulgence.intro #sadie;intro

[springabrams]

meet spring abrams

✗✗✗ you see [ spring abrams ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cismale ] is/are up to no good. [ he/him ] has been here for [ seven years ] now but they’re still pretty [ impulsive ] which is fine because they’re also [ passionate ] so it balances out. the [ thirty one ] year old [ photographer ] actually looks like a lot like [ rome flynn ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ nudity & heights ].

fun facts

nickname(s): ry

age: 31

occupation: freelance photographer

dream job: stuntman 

hobbies: getting to know people, jumping from high places, taking photos (sometimes risking his life), hunting for the perfect christmas ornament, photoshopping mustaches on animals and babies

favorite fruit: frozen grapes

sleeping habits: doesn’t believe in it

sexuality: he never thought about it. he goes where the person takes him.

vibe: if it feels good ~ leon bridges

details

here’s easy going spring. his whole life is just a vibe. truly the embodiment of rainy days with sunshine on the horizon. 

had great parents that supported his dream to become a photographer. lost his mom at the age of three. doesn’t really remember her. it was always him and his dad until his father remarried and they welcomed adie his half sister.

the love for photography came from his mother. she kept many photo albums which wound up in springs possession when he got older. through photos, he was able to learn more about his mother. she may be gone but the photos kept her alive. a moment frozen in time. he saw

moved away from home to pursue a life full of capturing memories and moments. regrets this decision considering that what happened to his baby sister. his presence wouldn’t have changed things but maybe she wouldn’t have felt alone. he kept flying back and forth between santa ysabel and arizona to make sure adie was okay. that also included trying to convince her to come to santa ysabel for a fresh start. 

is a thrill seeker. some of his most popular prints were taken while on the edge of a rooftop or leaning over the edge of a cliff. safe to say he doesn’t bring his expensive cameras on those adventures. heights do give him a rush. he has a list of shit he wants to do. most of which include something involving the word high. drugs? heights? whatever.

has a website. his favorite subject is the human body. as well as humans in general but especially the human body. is the type of guy to offer specials at skin. boudoir photoshoots is something he makes a lot of money off of. especially around holidays. he does it with his own partners too but never keeps the photos. 

also has a blog where he takes photos and asks people questions about their day/life.

loves polaroids and disposable cameras.

doesn’t really date. it’s not because he doesn’t want to. it’s just not at the top of his to do list. never had a long term relationship and isn’t out searching for one either.

has a cat named rainbow

springs personality can sometimes be described as energetic yet calming at the same time. always the type to have a smile on his face. whenever he struggles with something he conceals it or turns to the camera as his safe space. doesn’t like photos being taken of him often.

#sa: intro #indulgence.intro

[jacobdaniels]

✗✗✗ you see [ jacob daniels ] around lately? yeah i heard the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he ] has been here for [ twenty-one years ] now but they’re still pretty [ self-destructive ] which is fine because they’re also [ honest ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ mechanic ] actually looks like a lot like [ danny miller ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ bruised knuckles & alcohol ].  tw: self harm, childhood sexual abuse, suicide attempts, drugs

basics name: jacob daniels age: twenty six gender: cis male pronouns: he/him/his sexuality: bisexual personality angry, cautious, considerate, crestfallen, despondent, hard-working, loyal, moody, reckless, resentful, self-destructive, sarcastic, sensitive, stubborn, trustworthy. bio • jacob had a pretty rough upbringing. his mother wasn’t always around and when he was around 8, she just up and left him and his dad • he didn’t have a great relationship with his dad. he was always working and when he wasn’t, he didn’t seem to want to be around him. he often took his anger out on him or just sent him to his room • his father blamed his mom leaving on him and his resentment for him grew and grew from the day that she left them • when he was around ten, his father started to abuse him sexually. he could never quite pinpoint what first triggered it. whether it was something nonsensical or whether he’d just blacked it out due to the trauma  • this went on for a few years until his mom came back into his life. she took him to go live with her, which he was very grateful for but they still had a bit of a rocky relationship due to his resentment towards her for abandoning him and the lack of trust that they needed to build back • jacob has never told anyone about his abuse out of doubt, shame and fear. he mostly tries to block it out and get on with his life but if he’s ever triggered by something, it will send him down a dark path until he can pull himself back out of it again  • jacob started to act out in his early teens both due to his problematic home life and the lack of a proper authority figure in his life. he would get into trouble in school a lot and push the boundaries as far as they would go with all the people around him • when jacob was seventeen he was caught kissing a boy and subsequently outed and he had a lot of trouble with coming to terms with his bisexuality and his attraction to boys on a whole • he had a lot of internalised homophobia and things all came to a head when he was eighteen and feeling like he couldn’t cope, he locked himself inside his car and turned the engine on, hoping that would be the end to all of his problems • his best friend managed to find him in time and dragged him out of the car and took him to hospital before any serious damage could be done and for that he is eternally grateful • over the years, jacob has tried to find ways to cope with his overwhelming emotions and traumatic past but only two things have really stuck. self-harm & taking drugs. he knows as coping mechanisms go, they aren’t great. but, sometimes he feels as if they are the only way. •  he hasn’t been diagnosed but he displays a lot of symptoms of borderline personality disorder • he feels like he’s gotten a lot better recently. he’s managed to avoid temptation and not go back to old habits but the thought is always there, lingering in the back of his mind.

#indulgence.intro #welcome to my favourite broken boy

[sofiathatcherismss]

✗✗✗ you see [ sofía thatcher ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis woman ] is up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ two years ] now but they’re still pretty [ jealous ] which is fine because they’re also [ disciplined ] so it balances out. the [ thirty-four ] year old [ crime scene cleaner ] actually looks like a lot like [ elodie yung ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ martinis & nicotine ].

BULLET BIO:

Sofía was born and raised in Valencia in Spain. Her Mother was a romantic poet, her Father a traumatised drunk. They did no wrong by her as a child; not on purpose anyway. But, they also did nothing right by her either. She was raised to the age of ten or eleven, and then left to raise herself the rest of the way. When things went wrong, the only condolence she would hear would either be in some cryptic fashion from her Mother, or a simple ‘learn from it, don’t let it happen again’ from her Father. 

She was a clever kid. She excelled in sports, especially, always able to find unique plays and developed a love for soccer. It is because of this that she ended up in the States. She got a scholarship to the University of Nevada to study human biology and sports physician whilst also playing for the team there.

Whilst she was in her final year, her parents both died in a freak explosion. That was the way the news reported it, though Sofía has never quite believed it. She has always been one to question everything. 

Anyway, with nothing to go back to Valencia for, she decided to stay in America over the holidays. Apparently there was nothing like Vegas on New Years. She was out with her friends, going from place to place on the strip until at a roulette table she will never forget, she saw an angel. 

Sofía, like her Mother, is a secret romantic (though no-one would guess it if they didn’t already know). She believed in such things as love at first sight, and this woman seemed to be exactly what that phrase meant. They became inseperable that night, then the next morning, it turned out that they quite literally became inseperable.

After freaking out for a while, Sofía heard her Mother utter the words she always said;  Todo sucede por una razón, Sofía... Everything happens for a reason. She suggested giving it a go... After all, she was married into the States now. She could stay, and this woman... There was something about Laurel that she just-- knew... 

The first few months weren’t easy, but they found themselves, they learnt all about one another and eventually... They actually fell in love. A year passed them by without them even realising it. Then a few more, then along came their child. Felicity. 

In among that time, Sofía was badly injured during a game. She had to have extensive knee surgery, and she was told she could never play again. It broke her heart, more than anything else had before. She had lost the one passion she had ever had. If it wasn’t for Laurel, she probably would have fallen into a very, very dark hole.  

She also graduated, and tried to get a job in soccer as a physician just to feel close to the sport. But, it turned out to be the worst thing for her. Every time someone came in for physical rehab, she had flashbacks to her own. She quit, and had nothing for a while. 

A friend of hers offered her this cleaning job, and because Sofía hated that she wasn’t bringing in any money to the family she took it. Turns out it wasn’t just any cleaning job. It was for the Police; crime scenes. It then turned out, that she quite enjoyed it. She liked trying to figure out the crime as cleaned it, it energised her mind as well as giving her that physical demand from the job.  

Things were going well, then Felicity came along and for a few months everything was like they were on cloud nine. But, Sofía started to see all these little changes in Laurel... She noticed, and she tried to help but for some reason she couldn’t, she felt useless so, stupidly, she just put herself in for more and more shifts at work until one day she was faced with the truth. Divorce paperwork.

Opening up that package, Sofía was reminded about soulmates, about love at first sight. Because, for the first time, she was being forced to picture a life without Laurel in it and she simply couldn’t. So, she fought it; fought for them. She refused to sign the papers, did anything and everything to keep money coming in, to support her, to be there for her.

Then, Laurel finally opened up, and God Sofía’s heart broke hearing everything she had been going through. She remembers that night they slept after that talk; how she wouldn’t let go of Laurel, not even for a moment. 

A few days later, Sofía showed Laurel a house in Santa Ysabel. A new place. A new start. A new chapter... They moved, two years ago.

Santa Ysabel doesn’t exactly have much work for a crime scene cleaner, not legitimately anyway, and so the first few months were a struggle. Until she met Wynter, and found out about Mercy. Now, Sofía works for anyone and everyone attached to that place. Where someone leaves a footprint in the sand, she comes along and wipes it clean. When someone needs to get rid of something, she makes sure its never found again. Even when it comes to the books, if there’s money that needs to be cleaned, or hidden, she knows how to do it. 

Mostly importantly though, she just wants to keep her wife happy. That is the most important thing to her now, and she won’t hesitate to kill a bitch if they make her cry.

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[theodoragreen]

✗✗✗ you see [ theodora green ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ two years ] now but they’re still pretty [ dysfunctional ] which is fine because they’re also [ honest ] so it balances out. the [ thirty-two ] year old [ gardener and florist ] actually looks like a lot like [ anna kendrick ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ plants & emotional vulnerability ].

Fun Facts Below:

Theo was the kind of child who laughed when she fell down. And she fell down a loooot. 

She has dyspraxia which is a neurological disorder that effects a person’s ability to plan and process motor tasks. It can often manifest in what appears to be everyday clumsiness. Her symptoms include; poor balance, hand-eye coordination, clumsy gait and movement, tendency to fall and bump into things, poor fine motor coordination skills so things like writing, typing, holding cutlery, tying shoes, can be a struggle, sensitivity to light, poor sense of space and spatial relationships, poor short term memory, impulsivity, gets overwhelmed and unable to follow and process group conversations.

She’s lucky that her parents were loving and attentive and she had early intervention to help with many of these symptoms, but she still has bad days where she is fatigued and easily overwhelmed.

She fell in love with gardening when she was 6. She could take her time, rooted things never rushed you, they didn’t get frustrated if you lost track of your thoughts or fell flat on your face. You could break a pot but you couldn’t really break a plant. All you had to do to be successful at them was be consistent and attentive.

She lived at home for a long time, studying botany and horticulture, with dreams of having her own garden center and floral shop. The dream was always to do that near home, her heart a bit codependent on the support of her parents.

But when her uncle called her from Santa Ysabel with an open building space he was willing to help her purchase, Theo’s parents pushed her to leave the nest. To learn that all the work and intervention she has done has in fact made her more than capable of living an independent life.

Petal Pushers Garden and Florist Shopped opened in the spring with very good success. Her uncle handles the money and business strategies and Theo focuses on the plants, on quality of product and educating budding green thumbed citizens.

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