#town of salem socialite

[kittyknight]

BABE WAKE UP NEW TOS2 ROLES DROPPED

#Socialite kinda…. ya know 😳 #town of salem 2 #town of salem #town of salem art #town of salem socialite

[metalichotchoco]

Socialism- I mean love wins ;]

They are gonna throw day 2 trust

#tos 2 #tos2 #tos #town of salem #town of salem 2 #marshal #socialite #tos socialite #socialite x marshal

[bunnyai]

yknow what!! fuck it!!!

y'all are getting the infodump too, if no one likes it well at least here you can scroll past

hazel mae abbot - 24 (as far as you know) - she/her - bi/pan

originally from the 1600s, hazel mae was originally one of the few girls who was hanged during the salem witch trials, but managed to survive by way of an actual witch "undoing the damage" and taking her on as an apprentice. ended up being taught the ways of time magic, and in the process of trying to help her mentor she messed up the spell and is currently "stuck in time", as her body has not aged past 24 when she originally cast the spell. despite this she can still be harmed, but can simply reverse her own time to fix/heal any wounds on her own accord.

time magic is known to be illegal due to messing with the balance of life and death, and also by way of it creating problems that might expose the witch community, so she's currently in hiding. as long as she doesn't do anything big (such as reversing or skipping an entire day, or freezing an entire town) she's safe to do as she pleases

currently owns her own antique/used book store called "abbot's attic" where she also teaches a student of her own in the mean time. she's also head of the local historical society

her familliars are onyx and miss violet. onyx helps out with collecting herbs and keeping the house safe, while miss violet helps out at the store and helps with spells

officially hazel mae is a shapeshifting witch, where she can transform into any animal that she has a clear image of. due to this she can communicate with her familiars and a couple of avian friends who either live at the house or visit often (pearl the chicken and cordial the crow)

dylan goode - 26 - she/he - aro/ace lesbian

a witch from the 70s who caused a great deal of trouble in her time, and recently escaped from solitary confinement after she got a little over her head. currently under watch, she's having a fun time in the new decade and lives her new life to the absolute fullest she can, and is thrilled by how much the world has changed since her time

what caused her to get in trouble in the first time was the use of "magic of persuasion" as she put it, essentially having the ability to make the person do whatever she tells them to. this is a recurring theme with the squad, in that this magic is Also illegal, but all due to the fact it's dangerous to use for multiple reasons and can cause things to get out of hand quickly.

solitary confinement came for dylan after he girlbossed too close to the sun with a politician and almost started Something.

currently he works at heaven's gate as a bartender! she loves her job and his boss but could honestly do without babysitting keeping an eye on people. also on the historical society with hazel mae, and enjoys hanging upstairs in the book section of her store

her familiar is a parrot named rikki! not the brightest bird around (we can attest that to how many times he's flown into the window) but he's the best helper dylan could have. she loves her feathered dingus no matter how many times he's brought poison ivy instead of lavender and she WILL die on this hill

officially dylan is a witch of illusions, meaning he can make yknow. illusions. doesn't really use this in a way that'd be acceptable but hey, she's here for a fun time not for a long one <3

angel hastings - 132 (looks damn good for her age /37) - she/her - queer in some sense

officially a witch of light from the 20s, angel owns heaven's gate and is a town socialite as her best. she's a cheery sort, always in some kind of good mood and tries to keep the atmosphere of the bar light to go with it. it's unknown on how she's been around for so long, and refuses to say, but hasn't been in any trouble so is fairly enough left on her own to do as she wants, which doesn't bother her and she will happily use this fact if any of her friends end up in a pinch with the witches council.

has been friends with hazel mae since the olden days and is the only one who knows about her ex husband, and is actively trying to get her back out on the dating scene. acts like a mom to dylan and hazel, but in reality is the fun aunt type, especially to poppy.

despite her happy go lucky personality, she uses emotive telepathy type of magic, basically meaning girlie needs to keep up the good vibes or everyone is going down with her. generally speaking she does have a good handle on her magic but has accidentally used it to her advantage in one way or another, but mostly uses it to keep her bar calm and fun. is the first witch to use this type of magic so there's no name for it nor is it illegal, but she's been advised against using it.

her familiar is a poodle named scarlett. sweet old girl who's been around for heavens knows how long, but she and angel are a matching pair and there's no where else she'd rather be. she's not as good at her job as she used to be, but she can keep up with the youngins as best as she can.

poppy aka "poppet" - 16 - any pronouns - aro/ace

witch of flora and hazel mae's student, poppy recently came into their powers not long ago so the whole "witches and magic are real" thing is kinda new to him. she's a special case in that xir powers are inherited, unlike most witches who had to be taught to draw out their abilities, and because of that it has the ability to push luck into her favor.

became hazel mae's student after he went into the store looking for books specifically on witchcraft and magic after an incident at school that involved a flying lunch table. after a few visits hazel mae asked what they were looking for and after a bribery of tea and cookies, poppy went over the whole thing. hazel mae knew better to leave a witch out to dry, especially one who has no idea what he's doing, so she offered to teach him. who better then a girl who's been around for over 300 years? poppy goes to the store twice a week for lessons and slowly but surely she's getting better

no familiar as of right now, but xe does have a chiweagle named hudson and a hamster named tami. he lives with it's two moms and uncle and has no idea where her powers came from, although they do have a theory about it's father, mostly cause xe hasn't seen him in years and has little to know idea about him

#bunny.txt #long post #i'm so sorry the brain went into overdrive on this one #if y'all have any questions ur free to ask i love talkin about em #the witches lament

[kingshavenhqs]

you have been accepted ! welcome to kings haven, salem west ! make sure to follow the after acceptance steps and send your blog to the main within 24 hours. we can’t wait to see just what secrets you are hiding.

♕ ( n/a / 25 / cis-woman/ she/her ) — did you see salem west wandering around the island today? they kind of look like KIANA LEDE from certain angles? i heard around town that the SOCIALITE/MUSICIAN is ALLURING, and RESILIENT, but also FLIGHTY, and INDECISIVE. people say that they remind them of AN APARTMENT FILLED WITH TOO MANY PLANTS, MESSY CURLY BLONDE LOCKS, and RANDOM TATTOOS SCATTERED ACROSS HER BODY, and YOU KNOW IM NOT GOOD by AMY WINEHOUSE is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( mar / 28 / est. / she/her ) 

#khaccepted #town rp #new rp #city rp #active rp #group rp #oc rp #literate rp #appless rp

[amoreisms]

*•.♡ mobile muse list ♡.•* 

click names for the muses full page!

soojin han, 25, bi, she/her: a princess in hiding due to her country being under risk of going to war. works in a bookshop in a small village. -- park sooyoung

ruby cho, 23, bi, she/her: an (unknowingly) orphan socialite who loves parties, gossip, & attention. runs a fashion blog. -- kim chungha

stella nakamura, 23, bi, she/her: daughter of aphrodite. serial dater looking for her soulmate. works as a wedding planner because she's in love with the idea being in love. -- minatozaki sana

spencer suzuki, 23, bi, she/her: grew up in a small town, sheltered from having any experiences. began traveling at 16/17 & fell in love with the world. now's an avid solo traveler. works odd jobs when needed. -- hirai momo

jo lee, 22, bi, she/her: born in 1674 in salem. put in a deep rest at 18 during the witch trials. woke up in 2018 & integrated into modern society, reveling in the fact that she can openly practice her witchcraft. -- kim chaewon

arden/kitty chang, 24, bi, she/her: a small town girl who dreams of living big. on the weekends she parades to the city as kitty secretly pretending to be rich then returns the items she bought to slink back into town as arden. works as a waitress. -- im nayeon

zara lamai, 24, bi, she/her: bassist in a band. complete hippy & lover of nature/mother earth. very spiritual & open-minded.-- minnie

parker lim, 24, bi, he/him: college student just working towards his degree. works as an unground boxer. -- nam joohyuk

finnley jeong-hughes (prefers finn), 24, straight, he/him: adopted as a baby into a rich family. found out he was adopted at 13 & formed deep trust issues. -- kim mingyu

vin choi, 24, bi, he/him: learned magic from a witch & harnesses it in a negative way. works as a fortune teller/sells potions & spells. -- lee minho (leeknow)

jesse yoon, 21, straight, he/him: a cowboy who helped his father tend the crops on their farm & train horses on a ranch. moved further west to open his own ranch & produce farm. sells his crops & offers horse riding lessons. -- lee felix

minjun kang, 22, bicurious, he/him: dungeons & dragons/larping lover. accidentally opened a real portal while casting a spell during a dnd session, now travels to different universes in his free time. works at a medieval theme park. -- choi soobin

nathan lee, 23, bi, he/him: bitten by a radioactive oscorp spider & soon developed strange powers. now serves as los angeles main crime-fighter. works at a doggy daycare. based in the spider-verse. -- choi yeonjun

zion chu, 21, bi, he/him: punk guitarist in a band. hates conformity, loves chaos, will start shit for fun. -- kwak jiseok/gaon (will mainly use him on discord due to lack of resources but i will rp him on dash if you’d like! just without gifs or icons <3)

#mobile muses

[dwellordream]

because i wanted to drop some expanded folklore/retelling/alternate interpretation recommendations:

the mere wife by maria dahvana headley: inspired by the epic Beowulf, the mere wife centers around dana, a traumatized young veteran who returns to her rapidly gentrifying mining home town to raise her son gren. mistrustful of society and humanity in general and terrified of losing gren, dana raises him in near total isolation in the mountains bordering herot hall, the first of many shining new suburban expansions.

as gren grows, he becomes curious about the world outside their cave dwelling and eventually befriends dylan, the troubled son of willa, a neurotic socialite with her own baggage. gren and dylan’s unlikely friendship becomes an increasing risk as they age into teenagers, as gren is everything the pampered, bigoted and fearful residents of herot hall have trained themselves to hate.

the mere wife is an extremely compelling tale of two scarred mothers as it switches perspectives between the privileged and dissonant willa and the hardened but loving dana, both of whom are trying to protect their children from the abuse and trauma they suffered as they grew into adulthood.

also a pretty searing look at police violence, the intersection of racism, classism, and homophobia, and the military industrial complex’s exploitation of impoverished black and brown youth to fight its wars.

i, tituba: black witch of salem by maryse condé: i, tituba is a satirical in one sense but deadly serious in another take on tituba, the slave accused of spreading witchcraft to the young puritan girls of salem.

it tells the epic life story of tituba, from her conception aboard a slave ship headed to the caribbean to her childhood as an orphan raised by her foster mother mama yaya, who teaches her the power of healing and communion with the dead.

while tituba grows up technically a free woman, living in the shadow of the plantations but without an owner, she willingly enters slavery again to be with her beloved john indian, and winds up sold to the cruel and tyrannical reverend samuel parris and transported to boston and then salem massachusetts alongside his terrified family.

i tituba systematically unpacks ‘the protestant work ethic’ of the ‘upright and noble pilgrims’ who carved out their existence on the backs of the enslaved and the indigenous population.

tituba suffers just about every abuse and humiliation imaginable but refuses to allow herself to be dissuaded from practicing her own spiritual practices and actively seeks to show compassion and care towards her captors, despite it repeatedly backfiring.

ultimately she survives the witch trials and finds herself back in barbados, where her final fate as a devoted rebel against the plantation system that killed her parents awaits.

the bloody chamber by angela carter: probably carter’s most well known and popular set of short stories, the bloody chamber is a series of original takes on the most gothic and disturbing of european folklore, from bluebeard and his murdered brides to beauty and the beast to all sorts of werewolf and vampire mythos.

carter’s language is as lush and purple prosey as ever, and she vividly paints a series of terrifying and alluring pictures of decrepit castles and manor houses, unhinged inbred aristocrats preying on the peasantry, vampiric maidens and girls raised by wolves, men turned into beasts and beasts turned into men, and lots of sex, gore, ghostly music, and rustling taffeta.

deathless by catherynne m. valente: yes, endlesssly overhyped by tumblr but still a very compelling take on the russian folklore of koschei the deathless and his mortal turned goddess bride, marya morevna, this time set in parallel with the unfolding of russian history in the 20th century.

valente gives an absolutely merciless look at the spiteful and selfish whims of gods and what it means to give up your humanity for love, as well as a tortured narrative surrounding power and control in intimate relationships and questions of gender roles and sexuality.

deathless is probably a most capital R Romantic romance, mostly because both marya and koschei have heaps of charm and beauty and passion... and heaps of obsession, jealous violence, and power hungry ambition.

wide sargasso sea by jean rhys: should be required reading for everyone who has devoured Jane Eyre, rhys’ novella tells the take of the reviled and scorned first wife of rochester.

born to a plantation owning family whose fortunes are crushed when the british empire bans slavery, antoinette grows up a lonely and emotional child, rejected by her grieving and closed off mother and longing for a family and place in the world.

as a young woman her stepfather arranges her marriage to rochester, who wants what’s left of her inheritance, and antoinette finds herself caught between her island home where she is still seen as the hated daughter of slave holders, and england, where she is seen as an impure creole woman who will never be able to conform to victorian propriety.

although initially hopeful of a loving marriage, antoinette quickly realizes that rochester’s passion for her is propelled by fear and insecurity, which quickly makes itself known as he turns against her, labeling her ‘bertha’ after her ‘insane’ mother and treating her as a mentally unstable invalid and then as little more than a prisoner.

lovecraft country by matt ruff: lovecraft country both skewers and embraces the eldritch abominations of hp lovecraft, and tackles his own inhuman racism head on, through the perspectives of the courageous and clever atticus turner and his eccentric and loyal extended family. their adventures take them all over america and into a series of increasingly horrifying encounters with cults, monsters, and white supremacy - sometimes all three at once.

circe by madeleine miller: not nearly as discussed as its predecessor The Song of Achilles, Circe tells the story of Circe, daughter of the arrogant sun god Helios and by some accounts, the ‘first’ witch and sorceress to walk the earth.

exiled to her own desolate island kingdom after defying the gods, Circe becomes a powerful and infamous enchantress, painted as a villain while the gods, who amuse themselves by tormenting and impulsively rewarding men in turn, are honored and venerated. circe quickly realizes her growing powers make her a threat to mortals and gods alike, and must decide what her legacy will be and if she cares at all.

#recommendations #word to the wise #i tituba #circe #lovecraft country #deathless #wide sargasso sea #the bloody chamber #the mere wife

[akselandrirodchenko]

Meet Aksel ( pronouced “Ahksell”) The ethereal

BASICS

NAME:  Akselandri David josiah Rodchenko

NICKNAME: Aksel, Axxie, Landri

AGE: 34

D/O/B : 27th January

Aquarius

Openly bisexual

OCCUPATION: Principal dancer with the Seattle Ballet and property investor

HEIGHT : 6ft 2inchs

AESTHETIC

Smells like Coconut 

In a relationship with @mattjdavidson​

Speaks Russian, English, French and Italian

Speaks softly and smiles a lot and his accent is obvious.

Buys properties and renovates them and sells them on ( his parents manage it for him)

Still struggles to read English but is trying by reading novels

 Has a younger sister called Alyria

Maybe a dancer but he is also good at fighting.

 Loves Banksy, Bowie, the Cure and Queen

Comes from St Petersburg

Came from a poor upbringing so understands money

Has pretty eyes and a gentle smile

Is a really good listener

Has danced all over the world

Has come to town to see his son. 

Parents are incredibly strict tw:homophobia

Doesn't understand the concept of Tiktok

Is a beautiful dancer and is a little shy

Russian orthodox which can be an issue for his private life.

Hates Tuna

Has a dog called sandy the sand cloud

Looks good in drag and has a drag queen name but you would have to ask him for it.

Biography

The first thing you notice about Aksel is how tall and slim he is, this in itself is a blessing as he was one of the principal male leads in the new York City Ballet. elegant and charming, Aksel is known around Salem as the one who got away from a prominent socialite. Now living in Salem, this wealthy, attractive 33 year old has the world at his feet. He is a muse for Louis Vuitton and has guest-starred in the Nutcracker at the royal ballet in London and worked a summer the Paris opera ballet. Away from the ballet, Aksel is an astute businessman who buys properties, redesigns them and then sells them for a profit. Aksel is also known more recently for his horror movie debut. Although he loves acting, he will always put dancing first.

Born in St Petersburg, Aksel’s upbringing was a hard one. His family were poor and the only way they could make any money was when his father would work for the Russian mafia, clearing away dead bodies. His mother was a school teacher and Aksel and his twin sister Alyria had to fend for themselves while their parents worked long hours for very little pay. Alyria was sent to a ballet class at the age of 4 and after a while she got bored. One afternoon Aksel sneaked into the class and within minutes he was picking up the routine like a natural. Although it was not the done thing for a boy to do ballet, his parents allowed him to pursue his love for ballet and at the age of 11 he was sent to Moscow to train at the prestigious The Vaganova Academy, his sister joined a year later to study costume and makeup. Life was good until he came back to St Petersburg and saw the state of the house that his parents lived in. That was the moment he vowed to get them a better place to live. Although Aksel was a Ballet dancer, his father wanted him to also be safe and he was trained in the army cadets when he wasn’t at school. He was taught how to survive in the wilderness, drive cars and fight.

At sixteen he was spotted by a talent agent who sent him to Paris for the summer to work at the Opera Ballet. There he threw himself into work and any money he made, he sent back to Russia to his family. Within a year they had moved to an apartment in Moscow as Aksel was sent to study a degree in Ballet at the Bolshoi Ballet Academy. He worked hard and landed his first lead in a production in London, his family came with him and spent the winter in England, enjoying their freedom. Alyria wanted to stay in London and managed to get a job at the royal opera house as a head make up artist. Her parents also decided to stay in London, but Aksel had other plans. A socialite in France had fallen for him and they ended up dating for a few years before splitting without anyone knowing why and which he refused to discuss. From there Aksel moved to New York and within weeks he was the lead role in a performance. The ballet company paid him well and he managed to secure an apartment in Seattle. Now content in his life, Aksel has everything he could want. But there are still secrets lurking in his closet. Why did he and the socialite split up? why does he have a spare room in his apartment?  why does a quarter of his wages get taken from him each month? And why ishis mother so brutal with him when he is best in his field. 

Connections and plots to come....

#please love him #intro

[charlietheepicwriter7]

more haunted house au! tagging @zacs-of-rwby again

ozpin and glynda are tense bc glynda had a miscarriage. both are quietly devastated by it, with glynda throwing herself into her work and ozpin shutting himself away from the world. in a way, taking care of the ghost kids is bringing him back to life. 

ozpin ISN’T ozma’s reincarnation in this au, they just look alike, like the mom and the dead bride in disney’s haunted mansion movie.

the younger kids, usually oscar and ruby, sometimes forget that ozpin isn’t their father, so ozpin will occasionally hear a little voice yell “daddy!” when glynda isn’t around. 

the kids are occasionally visible, but entirely nonverbal. ozpin isn’t sure if its trauma bc of their deaths or just how ghosts work.

Ozpin is very good at determining which invisible ghost kid is which. like *chandelier shakes like someone fell to the ground above it* Ozpin: Nora! Stop horseplaying with Pyrrha!

ozpin writing a guide to how ghosts work and everyone slams it on amazon reviews.

ozpin and glynda have guests over--like, glynda’s sister is a really snooty mean lady--and the kids prank them out of the house. they throw things at her, they keep her up at night, she thinks she’s going insane, while ozpin is in the background, sipping hot chocolate and thinking “this is what you get for visiting without warning, BRENDA.”

*Yang, pushing brenda out the door* Ozpin: Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!

the kids make a game out of trying to get glynda to believe. ozpin is the referee who “enforces” the rules like “no direct contact” and “no writing in spilled flour or other substances”

Ozpin wants to get to know the kids better, both because he’s living with them but also because they’re dead kids, he wants to help them move on. So he starts to research the family outside of ozma’s journals. 

He discovers that the police originally suspected that ozma killed the kids due to the unnatural way they died and also because he killed himself right after the interrogation the police did. ozpin immediately discounts this theory bc ozma loves his kids so much

no one really suspected salem; she was considered a socialite and beloved by the nearby town, but her disappearance after the deaths was weird. ozpin’s research shows no sign of salem, not even appearing in other cities. She just... vanishes. 

and ozpin starts to doubt the “death by carbon monoxide poisoning”. he calls up the real estate agency to ask about the furnace and learns that the previous furnace was old, but in great condition. Plus, why didn’t ozma and salem die too? gas leaks everywhere, not just into the kids rooms. 

So ozpin decides to ask the kids. He originally tries a spirit box but either it doesn’t work or the kids don’t like it so there’s no response. 

Of course, it could also be the nearing anniversaries of their deaths that’s making the kids silent. 

He decides on a ouiji board and try to contact them then, a few days before their death day. Only... he doesn’t contact the kids.

“Is there anyone here right now?” YES

“What is your name?” S A L E M

#ozpin #rwby au #dadpin au #haunted house au #ozpin au #ozpin/glynda #ozma #team rwby #team jnpr #oscar pine #salem

[cremedelvcrime]

❀ *ﾟ curley gao. twenty-five. cis woman. she/her. asexual & capricorn. ⇝ looks like dollie alimjan blew in four years ago and never left. they’ve proven themselves to be outgoing & driven, but being petty & self-serving is their downfall. it’s only fitting that circus by britney spears is playing when they leave their home in the gargoyle garden apartments. rumor has it that they profit off of other people’s tragedies without a care, wonder if that’s why the podcast co-host & internet sleuth moved out of their place in atlantic city, new jersey. ( ana, 23, she/her, est )

you can read more about dollie and her connections here!

⸻ NAME: dollie alimjan

⸻ AGE: twenty-five

⸻ GENDER: cisgender woman

⸻ PRONOUNS: she / her

⸻ SEXUALITY: asexual

⸻ RELATIONSHIP: single

⸻ FACECLAIM: curley gao

⸻ HEIGHT: 5’4” / 162cm

⸻ HAIR COLOR: she changes it frequently, but currently black

⸻ EYE COLOR: brown

⸻ MARKINGS: scar near her hairline from rosie throwing a toy at her as a toddler, medium-sized birth mark on back

⸻ TATTOOS: none

⸻ PIERCINGS: three ear piercings on the left ear, four in the right

⸻ SCENT: raspberry, pear, vanilla orchid, lily of the valley, & woody notes

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS:  gregarious, driven, & generous

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS: honest, materialistic, stylish

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS: petty, self-serving, & overreacting

⸻ ZODIAC: capricorn sun, libra moon, gemini rising

⸻ ALIGNMENT:  neutral good

⸻ MTBI: esfp

⸻ TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

⸻ ELEMENT: earth

⸻ PRIMARY VICE: greed

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE: magnificence

⸻ TROPES: the socialite, breaks rules to fit their needs, often in places they shouldn’t be, uses “like” too much when they talk

⸻ GOALS: solve the mysteries happening in salem, achieve a million subscribers, get her own reality tv show

⸻ FEARS: complete independence, being attacked for her job, spiders

⸻ OCCUPATION: podcast co-host & internet sleuth

⸻ RESIDENCE: gargoyle gardens apartments

⸻ HOBBIES:  investigating strange occurrences, interviewing people around town, researching true crime, annoying her sisters, vlogging for her channel, spending way too much on ig live, editing photos, doing other peoples makeup, soap making, binging bad reality TV shows, etc;;

⸻ HABITS: using “like” too much in a sentence, cutting people off accidentally, nail picking, checking her social media too often, controlling the conversation, taking selfies at inappropriate times, constantly working even during recreational activities, etc;;

#salemintro #♡ — intro

[tracelessrp]

ZELENIA ROSI is a 28 year old FEMALE WITCH, who looks a lot like DOVE CAMERON. ZEL spends time at Traceless because SHE OWNS A POTIONS SHOP IN TOWN & IS HIDING FROM SOMEONE. SHE is known for HER ICE-BASED MAGIC, AS A GRECIAN SOCIALITE, TAROT READINGS AND POTIONS.

Hometown: Athens, Greece Current Residence: Spurlos/Traceless Village How long they have visited Traceless: Four years Abilities: Zelenia’s abilities stem heavily from her cold demeanor, her magical specialty is ice and cold. Despite the regal air to her powers, Zelenia’s powers are linked to her emotions as well. Negative emotions, most of all. She can’t help how the air grows cold when she’s upset or how the ground frosts under her feet during a panic. Her specialty is in her tarot cards and her potion making, as she likes to keep her ice magic to herself -- due to it’s uncontrollable nature. Alone, however, Zelenia is constantly practicing her control over the ice.

Character Background:

Trigger warnings for neglect of a child, death mentions

Born and raised in Athens, Greece, Zelenia never wanted for anything as a child — except the love and attention of her famous parents, which she never got. She had never paid much mind to the strange things that happened in the air around her as she grew up — the temperature difference or how she never seemed to feel warm. Cold natured, she thought. As a teenager, her parents got divorced and thus her lashing out began. It wasn’t until she ended up in tabloid headlines for her arrest on assault charges for punching a woman in a nightclub that Zelenia realized she loved the spotlight just as much as her parents did, if not more. Zelenia decided to make a name for herself, somewhere, and set off for New York City.

After a couple months, New York just didn’t seem the place for her — and she landed in Salem, Massachusetts, where she found her grimoire, and fully discovered her powers as a witch. Ice magic was her specialty but it was also her bane. She struggled to control it, to keep her magic in check with her emotions. The more closed off she was, the better. After joining a coven and creating some bonds with other witches, it almost felt like everything was going the right way. Until it wasn’t. Of course there were witches in Salem, and where there was witches followed witch hunters. Dark magic loomed over the coven, people died, bonds were destroyed and before Zelenia knew it — she had fallen in love, which was the worst tragedy of all, in her mind. He was charming and handsome with only one problem. He was his father’s son, and he hunted witches. Though with every storm cloud comes a ray of sunshine. Even though he was raised by his father, the hunter was also his late mother’s son — and she was a witch of Salem.

Against her coven’s wishes, Zelenia chose to use this information to her advantage. The man has been held captive in a shed behind her cottage, as the coven had trusted Zelenia to keep him contained. Zelenia did just that — and she awakened his magic with a ritual. She awoke in him the very thing he had been raised to hate. The coven was angry at her, the hunter was angry at her — but Zelenia was selfish, always in it for herself. If she could prevent her own heartbreak, then so be it. Sadly, Zelenia later realized there was no preventing heartbreak. If it was meant to be, it was inventible.

Though the coven fell apart, Zelenia and the former hunter stayed connected— after all, though he had been angry at her for what she did to him, he needed her guidance or he was sure to go crazy. The relationship was rocky throughout many of the first months, but over time the love they had found in the worst of places was blooming. Zelenia’s frozen heart has been thawed. As his knowledge and confidence in his ability’s grew, Zelenia started to notice he had began to dabble in magic far too dangerous. Dark magic, stuff she never dared touch — even with her uncaring demeanor — for fear of the recoil.

A year into the relationship, Zelenia learned that they were expecting. A baby was on the way — and he was ever deeper into the dark magic then before. Zelenia feared for the baby, of the consequences of the magic he was experimenting with. So one cold night, hidden under a deep purple cloak — Zelenia fled with her familiar Nychta. Though she hated leaving, she still loved him after all ; it was in the best interest of their baby she ran. She couldn’t have the child around that kind of darkness, not after what she saw with the coven.

Zelenia seek shelter at many different places until she found Traceless. It was perfect. It was hidden and yet she didn’t have to hide what she was — and it was exactly the kind of place she could have her baby and never be discovered for it.

Four years later, Zelenia runs a small potion shop in town while parenting her four year old daughter, Athena.

(ooc: meg, twenty-six, she/her, est )

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NAME / PRONOUNS | AGE | TIMEZONE

Alicia, She+Her, Twenty-One Plus and Eastern

YOUR ACTIVITY:

I would say a malleable seven of ten. I am usually lurking (on mobile) every single day, but replies (depending on length and muse), will be churned out every other day or so

ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:

A long, long, long, long, long, long time, you know me, I’m ancient

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WHO ARE YOU BRINGING TO THE SHOW?

FACECLAIM: Amy Adams Secondary choice: Rebecca Ferguson (with a slight age variation)

NAME: Samson Bass

AGE: Forty-Three

BIRTHDAY: January 17th, 1975

OCCUPATION: Forensic Anthropologist

HOMETOWN: Salem, Massachusetts

PETS: A grey, Chartreux cat named Prinella

BIOGRAPHY:

( death, mental illness, and suicide tw )

An almost desolate, but perpetual canvas — an alloy of greys accompanied by iotas of blue could be seen through the veins of trees that were sprawled barren, in the frigid month of January, the morning Samson Luna Bass (her mother naming her only child, her daughter, after an almost abstruse tale of Samson and Delilah, though with no clerical accord, she revelled in the tale that narrated the trials and tribulations of love and the deceit one could obtain from opening their heart, but why she named a girl, Samson, and not Delilah, would always be a speculation), was born. A tangible, guileless being swathed in pink, cerulean hues peering at the world encompassing her.

It was a rather peculiar house to anyone who happened upon it, located in Salem, Massachusetts, situated amongst the greenery, incongruous, with various windows emerging to external surroundings and a front door painted carmine red, that housed the family of three — Malfoy Bass, the son of destitute apple farmers from the midwest, and Rhiannon Bass (née Croft), the daughter (and socialite) of affluent east coasters, the upper crusts of the Manhattan ambiance, that met at the University of Chicago; some fraternity bash that both were perilously attempting to depart, finding a saviour in the other, whilst studying history and mathematics, respectively. The couple were married for four years after graduation (the so-called “honeymoon phase” pervading), before they decided to commence a family. The relationship was tremulous at times, but overall, a joyous one without any hesitation from either side and the birth of their child — their flesh and blood only seemed to cement the union.

Samson’s adolescent years were brimming with books, spilt ink, legible for the young girl to decipher — tales of anti-heroes and mythology. The young and perhaps inordinately naive, despite the written words which she perceived, Samson was a very studious being, unable to comprehend the intricate details of another — their altering emotions, and whilst most children longed for a sibling, namely for some semblance of companionship, she was content with the intimate triad they had constructed, barring the two cats that had abruptly appeared on their doorstep one evening — Midnight and Melancholy. Malfoy obtained a plum job teaching history at the local university and Rhiannon resolved that she could continue her work from home, the couple creating a makeshift office in the basement, whilst taking care of their daughter. Before Samson was even cognizant of what such a word meant, she was regarded as an independent soul — the couple often discovering their daughter nestled amongst the branches of an oak tree, so recurrently that for her fourth birthday, Malfoy constructed a treehouse which she aptly named, “No Trespassing”. By the time Samson was nine, she had obtained a collection (a majority of them gifted by her grandfather), that rivalled any of the local bookstores.

But happiness is an ephemeral notion, this matter alluded to when Samson was fourteen, her pre-pubescent years, all lengthy limbs and unkempt locks, the Bass’ were impelled by tragedy when they received a call informing them that Rhiannon’s body was sighted in the ocean, floating face down with a stomach replete of pills. The police report deemed it a suicide, the woman’s psychiatrist only confirming that she had been suffering from bipolar disease since her formative years and for some nebulous reason, ceased taking her pills. But her husband, the only one that witnessed this side of her, knew his wife refused to consume the pills, frightened that it might distract and subsequently dismantle her work. You see, the woman was a savant in the mathematics field, attending Stanford when she was a mere fourteen and graduated with a PhD in game theory at the supple age of twenty-two. He had observed Rhiannon’s highest of highs and lowest of lows and was aware that her parents were mutely grateful that he took such meticulous care of her “condition”, as they deemed it — the couple being dreadfully ashamed of the mental “defect” their daughter possessed. Samson was devastated, uncertain of what to make of such morose emotions, but not a tear was shed, at least not in a public forum leaving her father deeply concerned about her mental state.

The remnants of the death of her mother — all isolated recollections and as time went by, obscuring in matter, Gillian Flynn citing, “there’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold,” and her mother’s belongings being secreted in the attic; the incident had a blatant yet profound impact, especially since Samson fled to the beach, absconded past the police and refused to release her mother’s lifeless body until her father had to pry his daughter off. Samson suffered from a stark contrast of night terrors and insomnia and was prone to bouts of austere depression, such as her mother, but the girl felt in control of her emotions, in a way, displaying insufficient empathy centred her. Then on a brisk Autumnal day, the leaves an adulterant of a vermillion and tangerine saturation, it was her junior year of high school and she had a mental breakdown; she shattered the mirror in the girl’s bathroom, bloodied her hand and then subsequently fainted. Samson was a wisp of a girl, elusive in essence, and it wasn’t until janitor was cleaning during fifth period that anyone noticed the girl was missing.

Her father had her committed to the psychiatric ward after the incident and the doctors diagnosed her with depression but since Samson refused to talk to any professionals, all she would do is sit in the rehabilitation centre and stare, an almost vacant stare at the sombre tides. She ensconced herself in reveries, unable to articulate any coherent thought, or divide reality from the abstractness that lingered, so the doctors weren’t entirely certain what was happening. Then a year after she arrived, her father thought it was high time to bring her home to reside in the town she adored, brimming with archaic history, even though she took online courses to finish high school a year early — graduating (virtually, of course) at the top of her class (but the title of valedictorian was awarded to another young woman that was not in the “looney bin” as most of her classmates deemed it), when her nurse discovered her on the rooftop, about ready to plunge to a cavernous death. She was in a catatonic state, uncertain of how she got up, and after conversing with the doctors, she claimed her mother’s ghost was on the roof and told her to jump. That is when the doctors advised her father not to collect her.

Seemingly countless days of swallowing the “appropriate” medication and going to therapy, her doctors recording that she was making remarkable progress — consistency, that was the key, also an alloy of stability, after all, the two did go hand in hand, Samson was released at the tender age of twenty, uncertain about a thing in her external surroundings, but with the aid of her career counsellor that helped patients integrate into the so-called “real” world, she applied to Swarthmore college and was accepted. She resided with her father a short time, but the man had remarried a woman named Rosalind Fayer, who had a child a year younger than Samson, from a previous marriage and was pregnant with Samson’s half-sister. Her father was hesitant, inquiring why she couldn’t attend a university that was closer, but she proclaimed that she was fine and needed to do this for herself, plus she didn’t want to disrupt the familial outlet the man had created for himself, even though her step-mother insisted it was fine, Samson percieved an uneasiness whenever they circulated. Packing her bags, Samson moved to the Pennsylvanian campus, a six-hour drive from Massachusetts and Samson resided in a loft in the backwaters of campus. She had reverted back to her despondent customs, before resolving that her loneliness was no longer enough and joined a few clubs, namely debate and literature. The first semester, Samson did not declare a major but after befriending a few of the language students, she determined that she would major in ancient languages — Egyptian, Greek, and Latin.

Upon graduation, the jobs that suited such a degree were scarce, a matter her career counsellor cautioned her about, but she neglected to heed his advice and moved back home for a few months. She had visited a few times over the span of her undergraduate studies — during holiday breaks so she could spend time with her younger sister, Skyler whom she formed a sincere bond to — brumal, almost forlorn days, and east coast Christmases acquiring the verses of how to be a “happy” family again; but summers were spent in Pennslyvania in a (dare she say) quaint town near campus, working in a hazy outdoor movie theatre. But one day, whilst in New York, visiting a friend from university, he mentioned that if she wanted, the airline his brother worked for had a few job offerings and he could pull some strings for her as a flight attendant. It wasn’t something that intrigued Samson, only because she had never been on a plane, but the flickering interlude, a juncture that made it seem as if the whole world was right in front of her, all she had to do was reach out and grasp it, she decided to accept the job offer and journeyed to London to commence training. The world was too big and she wanted to witness it all. The woman travelled around the globe — Amsterdam, China, New Zealand and Thailand, to name a few; to distant and beguiling lands, foreign in essence and she adored learning of new cultures and staying in cities for only a brief time, nothing felt permanent, just the way she wanted it.

She spent the next years travelling, cramped hotels and three in the morning service calls and saved her money once she decided she was going to go back to university, this time, Boston University to study forensic anthropology. It was always a topic she was interested in, and felt more confident there were more occupations available. It was an Irish bar — all caliginous lighting and prominent whiskey, where she met Amora Ross, an exchange student from Shanghai studying musicology, an almost cosmic connection inciting the pair. After a rather jagged start (this due to Samson’s personal vendetta against her happiness), the couple dated throughout graduate school, even purchasing a loft together around the four-year mark. They were happy, truly happy, but again, the feeling was fleeting and the eve of Samson’s thirty-eight birthday and after being together for seven years, Amora left. She left Samson for another lover, claiming that she had been cheating for a few months, but the other woman had the sneaking suspicion that information was false, just a way to dull the pain, because in truth, there were a plethora of reasons the couple separated, namely, Samson not wanting children, frightened to birth something that would pass on her mother’s mental illness and to Amora who craved the white picket fence, knew that was a dealbreaker.

The separation left a cavernous hole in her vital organ, wounded and restrained — what were once congenial environs, the corner coffee shop, the park they frequented, often resting under a willow, even the bus stop that led Samson to work, were afflicted with ghosts, so Samson decided, on an impulse to flee to London, a city she left her heart in, in what seemed like aeons ago.

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HONEY, I’M HOME ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ

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[salems-hq]

《 odessa young. Cisgender female, she/her. Nightmare by Tuesday Knight 》 oh my, there goes VIOLET LIDDELL. the 24 year old WITCH is currently working at NOX ( ENTERTAINER ) . they’ve been in salem, ma for  6 MONTHS they are known around town as THE FINAL GIRL. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be KINDHEARTED and POLITE while also being NAIVE  and BROKEN, they will survive. i guess only time will tell. ( RACH. SHE/HER. 32. PST. ) @withcring 

ACCEPTED!! welcome to salem VIOLET, DELPHINE, RAMSEY and RACH. hey violet! i’m so sorry to hear about your loss. i can’t even begin to imagine how you must be feeling. i truly hope salem helps you. delphine, you know what they say about repeating history right? ramsey, ramsey, ramsey... i hope you know what you’re doing over there, something tells me things are about to get real interesting for you. but before we can continue, go ahead and make sure you follow all of the tags on our nav page, and send in that beautiful, beautiful blog of yours. see you soon !!

《  samara weaving. Cisgender female, she/her. Aphrodite by Kylie Minogue  》 oh my, there goes DELPHINE DEMORIANE. the 28/ UNKNOWN year old FALLEN ANGEL is currently working at UNEMPLOYED ( SOCIALITE ). they’ve been in salem, ma for 10 YEARS they are known around town as THE VAINGLORIOUS. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be CLEVER and LOVING while also being ARROGANT and HEDONISTIC, they will survive. i guess only time will tell. ( RACH. SHE/HER. 32. PST. )

《 jurnee smollett. Cisgender female, she/her. Satan’s a Woman by Twin Temple 》 oh my, there goes RAMSEY SHARPE. the 34/ UNKNOWN year old DEMON ( REAPER ) is currently working at APPLEGATE URGENT CARE & EMERGENCY SERVICES ( DOCTOR ) . they’ve been in salem, ma for 6 YEARS they are known around town as THE ICE QUEEN. i have a feeling they ARE aware of what’s going on in town, and they are AZREAL’S ARMY. hopefully, because they are known to be LOYAL and FOCUSED while also being COLD  and DETACHED, they will survive. i guess only time will tell. ( RACH. SHE/HER. 32. PST. )

#accepted #violet liddell #delphine demoriane #ramsey sharpe #odessa young #samara weaving #jurnee smollett #supernatural rp #witch rp #angel rp #demon rp #town rp #city rp #active rp #literate rp #dark rp #original rp #fantasy rp

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             me  ,  @  myself  for  being  SO  incredibly  late  to  the  party  :  what  the  hell  ,  carl  ?  regardless  ,  hello  !  my  name’s  claire  ,  i’m  18  ,  i  live  in  the  aest  and  honestly  ?  i’m  a  big  old  mess  but  it’s  fine  !!  i  love   conspiracy  theories  ,  any  kind  of  book  i  can  get  my  hands  on  ,  eating  and  generally  being  a  bit  of  an  idiot  ----- -  anywhomst  !  i’m  not  interesting  ,  and  i’m  certainly  not  the  star  of  this  post  !  instead  of  doing  separate  posts  for  all  three  of  my  muses  ,  i’ve  combined  them  all  into  a  SUPER  LONG  INTRO  !   it’s  a  bit  long  ,  but  i’m   beyond  excited  to  be  introducing  you  to  CADE  RAHUL  MEHTA  ,  GRACE  CHAU  CHUONG  and  RHYS  DANIEL  MACDOUGALL  !

— avan jogia. twenty-five. cismale. pronouns.  ↷ well if it isn’t cade rahul mehta, augustine’s very own icarian who’s been living here for twenty-five years in the emerson townhouses. he is currently working as a surfing instructor and has been known to be sardonic and insouciant. → sea salt curls burnished locks, and they giggle at the swathes of brilliant ink that dare to caress a toned bicep ; halcyon grin and soaked-through shorts that dip just a bit too low. gentle hands, calloused but strong — guide them onto the waves, draw them into the world that swallowed you whole when you were barely a child. tanned back, tanned arms, tanned everything ; green smoothies in the morning, water through the afternoon, chai tea in the evening when you finally stop to let yourself think about the life they left behind in order for you to live the way you do now. you haven’t visited their graves recently. ( the note on your phone, urgent, reminds you of it ; you try not to notice. )

you are born to two gujurati indians ; a doctor and a schoolteacher, they were determined that their infant son should have the best life possible. they bundle their belongings up and move to augustine the minute that your mother realises that there is life prospering inside of her.

your birth is simply a foreshadowing of your entire life ; your cries are soft, and they last only briefly before you start giggling and waving chubby little newborn hands around. that sunny disposition is something that you carry with you for the entirety of your life ---  you are never not known to have a warm smile on carved features and nothing but kind words for everybody.

you take an early liking to the beach, and for your sixth birthday you receive a tiny little bodyboard. the minute you are out in the water, you decide that you’re never going back. your love for surfing progresses through your adolescence, and the day that you get your first professional surfboard is one that you’re not likely to forget anytime soon.

at eighteen, tragedy strikes. your parents are killed in a collision, and your world shatters the moment you find out --- they leave you everything, and it only makes it worse. your townhouse feels so lonely without their presences, and you can’t stand the pervasive emptiness that perpetually lingers.

you barely stay inside the house now. the tan that you wear like a medal is the result of days spent teaching children just like you how to fall deeply in love with the ocean. wide smile constantly in place, you’ve come to terms with your loneliness and every so often, you visit your parents and place fresh flowers on their final resting places.

— lana condor. twenty. cisfemale. she/her.  ↷ well if it isn’t grace chau chuong, augustine’s very own cynosure who’s been living here for two months in the downtown augustine apartments. she is currently working as a sales assistant at blackbird boutique and has been known to be histrionic and munificent. → millennial pink, an aesthetically pleasing instagram feed that you try so hard to keep up with ; freud gathers dust upon a desk you haven’t dared to set eyes upon. raspberry vodka burns highways the minute it passes cherry-chapstick brims, leather jackets and floral sundresses, lana del rey sings dulcet tones from the depths of your bedroom. fairy lights and a self-love drawer in your bedside table, chipped pink nail varnish and piercings your mothers don’t know about — would they scream if they knew what you were up to, my love ?

originally born in ho chi minh city, vietnam, you are adopted by a lesbian couple who swiftly move you to the united states. you spend most of your childhood growing up in salem, massachussetts, but your mothers take you on regular holidays to vietnam so that you can learn about your culture and your origins.

all throughout your childhood, you are a brilliant child with obvious ambitions. you’re reading novels by the time you’re 3,  speaking coherently and with ease when you were even younger. bright eyes and brilliant smile are matched equally, if not more so, with superb brains and sharp sense --- your mothers are so proud of you.

adolescence is a progression into a whole new world: you discover first kisses under the shade of old trees, clove cigarettes that leave sweet kisses upon glossy brims, sips of alcohol that has your face scrunching and body shaking. your focus on your education wavers, but you pull a strong 4.0 the entirety of your high school career. teachers adore your individual takes on essays and the skill you have with language. you dip in and out of debate teams, art groups, even do a short stint in a bad band --- it seems like whatever you try your hand at, you manage with ease.

at nineteen, you start making the conscious decision to move and a small beachside town catches your interest --- it’s far from home, and

since leaving home, your ‘wild side’ has emerged --- there are six new piercings in your ear, a few on your body, and you’re contemplating a tattoo. you’ve yet to even think about applying to colleges, and really, you’re not all that sure you’re even willing to apply. you just want to have fun, and frankly, that’s what you’re doing.

— charlie heaton. twenty-three. cismale. pronouns.  ↷ well if it isn’t rhys daniel macdougall, augustine’s very own quandary who’s been living here for two years in the melvin heights trailer park. he is currently studying as a fine arts student and has been known to be deleterious and lackadaisical. → sandy beaches are so far away from home, so far away from glacial, bitter english streets ; pinched scowl and muted, choked-out syllables, ink-stained stems and evanescent smiles that condense just like the smoke that unfurls off of your cheap cigarettes. flannels with holes in the sleeves, jeans that you’ve torn to pieces through overuse and overlove, a collection of bottles you find on the shore and sketch when insomnia chases you into what passes for a living room. vinyl records ( your father’s collection ), burning ardor for organised chaos and cheap wine ( all your mother’s ), six feet deep in vintage sadness and antique wanderlust ( a product all of your own, my dearest. ) 

you’re born british through and through --- weaned onto weak tea that grows progressively stronger, your art gallery curator father and socialite mother only want the best for you. from the moment you can walk, you’re enrolled in only the best --- private kindergartens, private primary schools ; an array of tutors leave you painfully bored and painfully clever.

you have everything you could ever want or need, and you only get progressively more bored with your life. gala functions are no source of entertainment anymore, not until you start sneaking glasses of champagne and smoking in the bathrooms with a window cracked open. as you grow older, you realise that your parents love the idea of children rather than having children --- they lie and say they care and want the best, but you’ve been left to the care of nannies for as long as you dare to remember. 

embittered by what seems like a lack of emotional love and too much of the material kind, you set out to destroy the own public image that they have cultivated for you --- drug scandals, boozy nights, you are eighteen and you taste nothing but revenge on plush brims. your plan works, because by the time you turn twenty-one, your name is nothing but ash and they exile you to america. you’ve never been happier than when you step on the plane that leads away from what you’ve come to view as your own personal hell.

you get to reinvent yourself in augustine, and that’s exactly what you do. you make a conscious decision to lock yourself away in your cheap little trailer, cover it with art and the relics of a past life. you enroll yourself in university when you first move, and you develop a strong affinity for the fine arts. you find yourself stained with paint most every day, and you’ve yet to tire of it.

#* ▬▬▬▬ ( claire . › intro . ) #augustine:intro #death tw #car crash tw

[californiaprelawland]

Esdras Marroquin Gomez Pleads Guilty

By Tygre Perl, Loyola Marymount University Class of 2020

May 7, 2019

Lois Colley, socialite and wife to a man named Eugene Colley, who is owner of multiple McDonalds franchises, was found murdered in 20151. Colley was found in her own home in North Salem, New York, murdered at the age of 832. For years the murder went unsolved, but almost four years later it appears the case has reached a conclusion as a confession has been made in the case. While it may often become doubtful that cases will be solved over time, it looks as if time has brought forward the true actions in this case.

The man who has confessed to the murder is named Esdras Marroquin Gomez2. But while this may be the first time we are hearing the confession of Gomez, this is not the first time his name has come into the news. On November 13, 2017, Gomez was arrested on suspicion of the murder of Gomez, as reported in Lohud by USA today3.

Whether you heard of the case or not at the time of Colley’s murder, a few years later it’s worth reviewing the details of what happened, what led to Gomez being named as a suspect, and what has led to the guilty plea which Gomez has now entered into the courts. According to the New York times, at the date of Colley’s murder there was no forced entry found in to the house of Louis and Eugene Colley2. Colley was found in her own laundry room with a trauma to her head having led to her demise2. It has now been found that Colley was supposedly beaten to death with a fire extinguisher and as the guilty plea would suggest, this beating was by Gomez4.

So if there was no forced entry into the house, how did Colley get into the house? And furthermore, why would Colley have wanted to enter the house and murder Colley? Esdras Marroquin Gomez was a farm worker on the estate of Colley at the time of the murder5. The estate, Windswept farm, was not only a place where Gomez had worked, but also where he had been injured. Gomez was supposedly trying to gain workers compensation from the Colley’s at the time of the murder6. It has been surmised by some that Gomez was looking for someone else in the house but ended up attacking Gomez when she approached him3.

After the time of the murder, Gomez fled to his home town of Guatemala, and then fled to Mexico before being taken into custody in 20176. Now, it looks as if Gomez will face serious charges. On Monday May, Gomez pleaded guilty to the murder of Colley, and it looks as if he will face upwards of twenty years in prison for this plea4. Gomez’s sentence includes one count of second degree murder5. As an undocumented immigrant, Gomez may also be facing deportation due to his charge in Colley’s murder4.

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1http://westchester.news12.com/story/34896970/police-no-new-leads-in-socialite-murder-case

2https://www.nytimes.com/2019/05/06/nyregion/lois-colley-murder-guilty.html?action=click&module=Latest&pgtype=Homepage

3https://www.lohud.com/story/news/crime/2017/11/15/colley-suspect-injury/866848001/

4https://abc7ny.com/guilty-plea-in-2015-murder-woman-killed-with-fire-extinguisher/5287266/

5https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/13/nyregion/farmworker-charged-in-2015-murder-of-westchester-socialite.html

6https://www.chron.com/news/article/Murder-plea-in-death-of-NY-socialite-83-13822594.php

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* Verses TL;DR--

MAIN

📷『 Your mother said to pick the best girl; which I am ✖ Cam Girl 』

Age Range: 16-18 Background: Part of La Dolce Vita’s starring line up, Joceline is a DEEP WEB, CAM GIRL who specialized in age differences, knives, and extreme emotional distress (which is an act--she has long numbed herself from her emotions). But the cam shows are not only for sexual pleasure in the conventional fashion; if someone requested a specific person to be kidnapped and tortured in these streams, it will be done. If they want beastiality (mainly by Joceline’s co-star, Edwin), it can be done. It’s a room for freedom--to let your inner beast run wild.

Joceline either interacts with people behind the scenes of La Dolce Vita or through video chat when it’s a private one on one showing, either communicating with her via voice chat, video, or text. 

📷『 This is the face I wear treading the riptide; Abysmal oceans where good girls go to die ✖ Modern 』

Age Range: Varies (18-19) Background: When the chance was open, she took it. She cut the chain that bonded her to the computer life and ran. Her knife stabbed several times in the chest of her original ‘Prince Charming’--Mr. Regan, you are dead to me. 

She ran with her Raven-bird to the shelter--the home of her real father. Once she established her ‘home’, she walks among the normal people quietly. Almost patiently, as if she was waiting for an opportunity. Much to her dislike she’s used to the spotlight... and all she wants to be is in front of the camera again with a new “charming” to guide her back; a knife stabbed into another back (The cycle repeats).

This is a general catch all for interactions and the MAIN verse of interactions. She’s a black widow-esque kind of TORTURER/murderer. But nothing will stop her if she want what she wants. 

ALTERNATE VERSES

📷『 You believe in something stronger than trust; that’s called Wanderlust  ✖ Fallout 』

Vault 75 – LOCATION: NORTH OF THE DC WASTELANDS, ESTIMATED TO BE AROUND THE SALEM, MASSACHUSETTS AREA. POPULATION (IN 2276): Est. 120 INHABITANTS OVERSEERS (FROM 2063):

Overseer Sevner (AGE: 35; 2063 - 2123; Died at 95)

Overseer Kemlin (AGE: 28; 2123 - 2193; Died at 98)

Overseer Ackers the 1st (AGE: 34; 2193 - 2223; Overthrown at 64 by Charles Ackers Sr.)

Overseer Ackers Sr. (Age: 40; 2223 - 2270; Died at 87)

Overseer Ackers Jr. (Age: 29; 2270 - 2277; Disappeared at 36)

DESCRIPTION/FATE (SYNOPSIS): Based on ideology, religion, and perfection, Vault 75 focused itself around Social Darwinism and Separate Spheres. The vault was supposed to procreate the ‘perfect man and lady’ to help guide the destroyed world, yet was not scheduled to reopen after closure.  

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Joceline is a traveling “artist” in the similar bane to Pickman; she loves the art of torture and wants to paint the wasteland in it.

📷『 Walk down the runway but don't puke; (It's okay) you just had a salad today ✖ 80s 』

Age Range: 18-19 Background: So young, so bright--how did she get so caught up in the flashing lights? When Mr. Regan came around to indulge her childish dream, she didn’t think he’d take it literally. 

Caught up in the neon vibes, high overdrive cocaine use and thumping synth music, Joceline Avalyn Chance got the opportunity to be a model by day, and neighborhood whore by night. Managed by a family friend, she was swept away to Miami to snort coke with the socialites and fuck the rest of the night in a drug haze. She seemed indulgent in every desire passed over to her, and she’s willing to go through it. Until one night one socialite went a little too far, and there was something sexy about the way she strangled him. 

It was so nueve rich. 

📷『 So you’re somebody now; but what’s a somebody in a nobody town ✖ Bioshock 』

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📷『 If it hurts to breathe then open the window; your mind wants to leave but you can't go ✖ Outlast 』

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#📷『 ✖ HC 』 #📷『 Your mother said to pick the best girl; which I am ✖ Cam Girl 』 #📷『 This is the face I wear treading the riptide; Abysmal oceans where good girls go to die ✖ Modern 』 #📷『 You believe in something stronger than trust; that’s called Wanderlust ✖ Fallout 』 #📷『 Walk down the runway but don't puke; (It's okay) you just had a salad today ✖ 80s 』 #📷『 So you’re somebody now; but what’s a somebody in a nobody town ✖ Bioshock 』 #📷『 If it hurts to breathe then open the window; your mind wants to leave but you can't go ✖ Outlast 』

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★ BASICS

NAME: Rose Mathers

DOB/AGE: 22; Nov. 20th, 1995

HEIGHT: 5′5″

HAIR/EYES: Brown/Green

STATUS: Student

FAMILY: Cotton Mathers (father, deceased), Anne Mathers (mother)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

★ MUTATION:

MEMORY MANIPULATION: Rose has the gift of being able to control her own memories and that of others, a gift that allows her to modify, fabricate, suppress, influence, repair, restore, erase, detect, and view them. Or at least that has been what she has been told she can do. Mostly she’s able to erase memories and sometimes modify although she hasn’t always been successful. Nor is she practiced at only seeking out one memory and removing that one. However, slowly she is learning how to do the rest mostly by practicing on herself but even that has it’s consequences.

★ HISTORY

Born in Salem, Oregon - the town has always been known for it’s anti-mutant sentiment even as talk of mutants died down. Her father was the town Reverend and her mother was a well known socialite in the community. Rose grew up raised in the house of God, the perfect daughter, an active member of the community, a star student. In high school, she fell into the wrong crowd not by choice but by mistake. Her trust in a friend led her awry and led her to her father’s church one night, finding some of them vandalizing the place, and Rose fought to stop them. Rose doesn’t remember how the fire started but she does remember how quickly it spread, the screaming, and the fire licking at her skin before she was pulled out. Her and her friend made it out alive though spent a few days in the hospital, others weren’t so lucky. She woke up and fell asleep to her friend crying and all Rose had wanted to do was erase that night, her will for that was so strong that it just happened, her friend’s memory just flooded into her and then they just kept coming and she couldn’t make it stop. A few days later she’s discharged but her friend is sent to a pscyh unit as she could no longer remember anything that happened that night let alone the past few years and had a total breakdown. When she came home, her father questioned about it but she was quiet for days until finally she could no longer keep the secret buried and confessed. Next thing she knew she was out on the street and fleeing from Salem and the talk that had surfaced. She found refuge in the occasional shelter and out on the streets until finally Scott found her and took her to the institute. Compared to the most of the other mutants she feels rather useless sometimes but at least it’s where she now calls home, and for now that’s enough.

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