❀ *◦. tahliah debrett barnett ( fka twigs ). nonbinary. she/they. alloromantic pansexual ⇝ hey, isn’t that angelique jackson? i think that the thirty-five year old from anchorage, alaska works as an actress & former idol, but outside of that people describe them as⸻ the giggle at a funeral, leaving behind a token of ill will, and the velvet skin of a peach. i hear they are narcissistic & vindictive, but they are also known to be charismatic & manipulative. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah's den and get to know why they’re called the diamond.
At the comment of the dead being 'nicer' he lifts his head a little bit, not really believing so much in either being 'nice'. Not that it mattered, since he couldn't say he knew the dead or their sister. Bryn glanced to one side, however, nodding, "Oh. Yeah. I guess. She spoke very often of your tendencies. None of them sounded nicer than hers." He grinned a bit, knowing he was probably being a bit too provoking. Bryn then quickly gave a small sympathetic look, "Tragic she's gone, as she seemed, so loved." As she went on, he continued listening, half disassociating from the moment. It was all pointless rambling to him. But, he was the one who prompted, so he had to give some ounce of interest. After all, this person had lost someone. He shifted slightly in his stance but said nothing for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess that it's very common to cope like that. Especially if you might be anti-social?" Bryn wasn't all that sure. Being nice to someone who had just lost a loved one, or, suffered recently in general seemed to be the right course of action for many. Bringing food, offering sympathies, wasting their breath on a wound that may never heal. But, he didn't imagine that wound to be so deep here. Even if this person had been grieving, a coldness seemed to block the presence of anything beyond it. Just words, as keys. He supposed that was just how the other was, and thought little more about it for the time being.
The next question, however, he blinked, then made a face, looking thoughtful. But shook his head, "No. I didn't really know Monique." Was all he could offer in answer to that, for now. Bryn watches her pull her sunglasses down and lift his head a bit. Noticing now at this moment, the airs about this person. Dark brown eyes moving to meet with the reflection off of the glasses, "She died, and became immortal." He comments, then, on the request of memory, so he gave to her the best one, and perhaps the only one he had, outside of indistinct sightings he may have had otherwise. Offering a shrug, he brings his attention away again, back to giving it to what he had been doing before engaging here.
Bryn grinned a bit at the comment of death sucking and being inevitable, "Yeah. For most people. It does." Was all he could offer to this last question of theirs. The grin is quickly gone as he is just staring at someone else's headstone, before moving his gaze to look at another. He wondered how many people laid to rest on these grounds had unfinished business.
a bramble of spindly laughter caught in her throat at their comment, pricking its way up her vocal cords. they had attempted and succeeded at hitting her ulnar nerve. subsequently, a mutter leaked through, low yet airy from her vocal bands. “yeah, right.” monique, to her knowledge, would have never articulated any ill conceptions of her flesh and blood. no matter how cruel angelique may have been in the past, monique was always so clement, kind—everything ange wasn't. even when the living twin showed no mercy in terms of playthings, the now-dead sister would capitulate with a smile on her face as she slowly turned in her grave.
“it should have been me instead, you know.” she meant that not in a pernicious way, not indicating that she didn’t value or want her life, but rather in terms of justice. it was deserved of her to have gone before her sister. angelique always was cunt of the litter. their relationship had been a tangle of contradictions-hers and her sister’s, a juxtaposition of love and resentment. angelique recalled a time when they were children, playing in the vast gardens of their family estate. monique had found a wounded bird, its wing broken and its eyes filled with fear. while angelique had wanted to leave it to its fate, monique insisted on nursing it back to health. she spent weeks tending to the tiny creature, her kindness unwavering even when angelique mocked her for it. in the end, the bird flew away, leaving monique with a smile that outshone the sun. angelique, on the other hand, felt a pang of jealousy, a dark seed that took root in her heart. she envied monique's capacity for unconditional love, her ability to find joy in simple acts of kindness.
grief. mourning. love. coping—it was all so fucking weird to her. she didn't know what to do with any of it. “i don’t think i’ll ever wrap my head around those human emotions that we’re supposed to have.” an apathetic shrug nipped at her nerve endings, a gesture betraying her inner turmoil.
"immortal." the word slipped from her lips, a leer curling the corners of her mouth—a smile that betrayed her jealousy. how she, herself, wished to be immortal. even now, after death, mo had the tendency to claim what she coveted. typical. all angelique desired was to hear the echo of her own footsteps reverberating through a hallowed hall as she outlived the sands of time. perhaps she could transcend the relentless ticking and tocking—one could only hope that she was a god, the end boss, or maybe even the final girl of it all.
peeling her sunglasses from her face, she pocketed them in the pocket of her coat. a tingle of gelidity ventured to chip at her countenance. even still, if one were brave enough to rubberneck upon the veneer of her expressions, they would find a single rolling tear for her womb mate. the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage, a poignant reminder of the passage of time and the inevitability of death. she stood there, feeling the weight of her own inadequacies, her heart a tumultuous sea of regret and longing. monique had always been the better half, the one who could illuminate the darkest corners of their shared existence with her boundless compassion. as the single tear traced its path down her cheek, she knew that in some twisted way, monique's death had given her the clarity she had always lacked. “fuck. you probably would have liked her more than me.” this wasn’t spoken out of self-pity. angelique was too much of a swellhead. there was too much narcissism dripping from every stoma and foramen, trickling as oxygen gave her life. "and i wouldn't blame you for it—not one bit."
"i'm just saying, i know what i saw." the woman shrugged as she picked at what was on her plate with a fork, appearing otherwise distracted from the task she'd set out to do - to at least get some warm food. emmeline knew that, despite her profession, she did have a reputation for being an unreliable narrator but she didn't see how anyone could refute it if the two of them had seen the exact same thing. "i'd be first one to admit that i have a somewhat overactive imagination but this..." widening her eyes, thinking about it caused her to shiver. "this was something else. far beyond skeletons toying with us whilst playing card games." widening her eyes again, the woman sighed and retracted into her seat. "sorry. it's been a rather strange couple of days.
taking her time to deftly spear a couple of green peas upon the polished tines of her fork, she listened with rapt attention. each nod she gave was a silent assent, never once interrupting or challenging the narrative unfolding before her. she consumed the story as voraciously as she would a compelling novel, her hunger for emmeline's words palpable. a quick bite of her vegetables followed, her teeth gently breaking through their tender skins, releasing a prick of natural sweetness that savored her tongue.
"i know you know what you saw," she assured the counselor, her voice a blend of calm reassurance and quiet curiosity. as she spoke, her hand moved with deliberate grace towards the glass of red wine poised elegantly at the corner of her plate. she took a measured sip of the schiava, the wine's silken texture and intricate flavors lingering on her palate. her eyes, bright with intrigue, held a glimmer of challenge as she pressed for more details, her tone carrying a slight but unmistakable edge of insistence. "no, tell me. strange doesn't scare me. in fact, i find it all very intriguing. tell me what you saw."
# 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂. violence / gore, jealousy and manipulation, emotional and psychological manipulation, supernatural horror, body horror, drug use, narcissism, sociopathy, death & suicide,
star sign: aries
at their core, aries do things their own way. they are unafraid of conflict, highly competitive, and honest. they throw themselves at the world eagerly and without fear. aries are driven by a desire to prove themselves and their strength. they have high energy, and are competitive and ambitious. they naturally take charge because they are good at initiating new projects. they can also be impatient, but are naturally active and don’t like to waste time.
mythological creature: anansi
a folktale character associated with stories, wisdom, knowledge, and trickery, most commonly depicted as a spider. anansi is best known for his ability to outsmart and triumph over more powerful opponents through his use of cunning, creativity and wit
folktale: ol' hige
this myth features a witch who sheds her skin and at night, she flies around in the form of an owl. she sucks peoples’ breath as they sleep, and she is considered dangerous to babies especially. her habit of shedding leaves her vulnerable, and if you find her skin, you just need to put salt and pepper on it and she will be unable to put it back on as it will burn her. without her skin, the ol’ hige can be killed.
fairytale character (classical or modern): tomie
tomie acts like a succubus, possessing an undisclosed power to make any man fall in love with her. through her mere presence, or through psychological and emotional manipulation, she drives these people into jealous rages that often lead to brutal acts of violence. men kill each other over her, and women are driven to insanity as well—though there are some who are strong enough to resist her. tomie is inevitably killed time and time again, only to regenerate and spread her curse to other victims, making her effectively immortal. her origins are never explained, though it is suggested by some older men in the series that she has existed long before the events of the manga.
3 fictional tropes: alpha bitch, narcissist, the sociopath
alpha bitch - she's usually the scion of a wealthy and influential family, the star of the school or head sister of the influential college sorority house, thus providing her a network of local celebrity, influence, and wealth to exploit.
narcissist - this character is self-absorbed to the point that they consistently prioritize their own desires at others' expense. due to their grandiose sense of entitlement, narcissists have little (if any) qualms with disregarding others' needs and personal boundaries to further their goals. if they do take someone else's needs and desires into consideration, then it is likely an opportunity to grandstand for attention by congratulating themselves for their sheer magnanimity, or, worse, as a bargaining chip or to have something to hold over the other person in the future.
the sociopath - the sociopath is a character with a marked lack of empathy, a self-centered disposition, a disregard for social norms and ethics, a propensity for using charm, lies, manipulation or outright violence to get his way, a reckless and impulsive streak, and a heart black as pitch. they show no remorse and can describe gruesome events in a nonchalant manner that many find creepy.
romantic or platonic trope: i love you because i can't control you, am i just a toy to you?
i love you because i can't control you - a person who, by intense charisma, magic, science, or mundane methods of seduction, is able to make everyone throw themselves at their feet; absolutely anyone they want. then they find a true challenge when they meet another character who, for whatever reason, is immune to their charms. in other words, this person has the power to choose the seducer of their own free will, and love them for who they are on the inside.
am i just a toy to you? - a situation common in works that aren't bound by no hugging, no kissing standards. x is being flirted with by y in such a manner that it's unambiguously clear that they have an interest in them. this interest can range from playful teasing to kissing or even going all the way.
creepypasta story: what happens when we aren't looking?
i still don't know if it was because i was in shock, or because it had no voice, but i could hear nothing coming from the mirror. it started raising its arm, looking like it was reaching out to me. i looked down and saw my arm was in the air, too. it was controlling me! as it took a step closer to the mirror, so did i. thank the lord for my parents having other children, because my older brother had come into my room, asking why didn't i accept his game invite.
greek god or goddess: nemesis
the god of vengeance, nemesis, saw narcissus’s heartless disdain for people who cared for him. he took him to a pool where he could see his reflection in order to exact punishment. deeply in love with it, narcissus didn’t realize it was only a picture. he was overcome with hopelessness as he realized the reality and realized his love would never be returned.
he killed himself as a result of this knowledge, and according to mythology, the narcissus flower — a representation of his preoccupation with himself — sprang from the spot where he died.
time of day where they draw the most energy: 3 am
their achilles heel: the ghost of monique jackson
medieval weapon of choice: arsenic
survival, starvation, or death by the undead in the apocalypse: survival
which of the seven sins represent them? horseman of the apocalypse?: greed, death
what their superpower would be: regeneration ( regenerative healing factor or immortality )
could they pull excalibur from the stone?: no
one aesthetic for each of the five senses (taste, hearing, sight, smell, touch):
taste - the taste of ashes and consuming something burnt and lifeless.
hearing - the giggle at a funeral as it echoes in silence.
sight - mirrors reflecting not just the viewer but distorted, grotesque versions of them, hinting at something sinister lurking within.
smell - iron-rich blood and overly sweet, cloying perfume, creating a nauseating blend.
touch - the velvet skin of a peach pressed against her lips
a bad habit that won’t go away: drug use
a recurring nightmare: seeing monique in the mirroir reflection, reaching out to strangle her
an object they consider their lucky charm: heavy cross pendent with a secret compartment for cocaine.
Lifting his head up as he hears that comment from nearby. He narrowed his eyes a bit, glancing to one side before looking back at the person talking to a gravestone. Bryn lifts his head a bit, frowning a little as he curiously observes this interaction from some distance away. As they fell to their knees in front of this gravestone, he knew that it had to have definitely been a relative. The comment was certainly playful. This person seemed to care, of course.
Though, they could have just been like him. Just being in graveyards. To his knowledge, he hadn't known a single person buried here. Well, maybe he did. But he wasn't visiting anyone buried there. So Bryn figured if anyone was weird, it was definitely him, of the two. Turning his attention away, however, noticing it probably wouldn't have been the best look to just be caught staring at someone legitimately visiting a lost loved one. However, the grave they had currently been sitting in front of did not escape him.
As it seemed the attention was moved from the grave over to him, he lifted his head, raising his eyebrows a bit. Then Bryn pointed slightly toward himself, glancing around as if anyone else had been there. Then he looked back and offered an awkward grin, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled, preparing what he was going to say, "Ah. No. I don't. Adoring fans? Maybe friends?" He may have had some idea who it was, but he didn't want to overstep, too much, "Though, if it were a stranger, can't imagine, who, or why?"
"You think you would?" He glanced away, thinking about it. It seemed unlikely, to him, that that would be possible. Unless they were attached at the hip. Narrowing his eyes as he was silently thinking to himself, he scrunched his nose for a moment before tilting his head slightly and going on, "I guess you'll have to find out if that's true." He cleared his throat at the end part, however. It seemed sad, that not even their mutual friends or even acquaintances sent any condolences? Bryn shook his head, "Death must be very awkward, to them. Maybe they never learned how to handle it…" Though, he had no room to talk. Maybe because he never had to mourn the loss of anyone, in his life. He could also guess it was painful for those they both knew.
she ventured to guess that they had known nothing about herself. ange, with her deft hand at manipulating the narrative of her dead sister, wielded monique’s memory like a sharpened blade, extracting every ounce of pity, attention, and even the perverse glamour that came with being a tragic figure. to truly understand the depth of ange's malevolence was to taste the venom she harbored, a venom that lingered at her fingertips, coiled and ready to strike in defense of the fragile image she projected—a façade destined to shatter like delicate glass, sparkling yet perilous, at her feet.
be careful of cuts upon those pretty little toes, angel.
"she was the nicer of us," she said with a nonchalant shrug. the irony was almost too perfect, considering her name dripped with celestial connotations, a cruel contrast to the infernal nature that lurked within the surviving sister. "some strangers are like that, though. leeching onto pain and claiming it for their own in order to feel something." in her experience, death was a relentless shadow, but the true agony lay in the act of living. navigating the wreckage left in death's wake was a sisyphean ordeal, one she felt she was eternally losing.
"did you know her? monique." with a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled her sunglasses down, revealing a face uncannily identical to the deceased—untouched by time, forever youthful, like monique’s photographs at the wake and the newspapers that spread the tragic news through the town like a virus. "tell me about a memory you have of her."
she firmly believed that stories held the power to resurrect the dead. recollections and tales of monique’s existence made it seem as though the cruel hand of fate could be reversed, as if the murder could be undone through sheer force of will. she welcomed other accounts of her sister.
"yeah, death sucks, but it's inevitable, isn't it?"
who: any ! ( assume connections )
where: graveyard / garden of memories
when: may
“there you are, you fucker.” sunglasses shield her eyes from the relentless sunlight that spills over her locs, generating a searing heat on her scalp. it burns like a witch condemned to the stake—crucified and engulfed in flames. perhaps, one day, she too would turn to ash. “figured i’d come see you, bitch. why’s it so hard to find you here anyway?” she rolls her eyes at the gravestone marking monique’s resting place. what would usually be an expression of odium morphs into a faint, melancholic smile. she crouches, knees sinking into the dirt, as she traces the surname they share. tears blur her vision as she reads "loving sister," doubting its sincerity. angelique knows she’s difficult to love. “hope it’s peaceful at least.” she places a bouquet of pink snapdragons interspersed with fragrant eucalyptus at her sister’s altar, half-expecting the ground to burst open, a macabre hand reaching out like the final, chilling scene of carrie.
her fraught relationship with her sister had limited her visits. sometimes, angelique can still feel monique's presence—a ghost twin, haunting her like a phantom limb. monique's peculiar stubbornness only exacerbated this feeling. angelique knows part of her sister lingers, rebuking her from beyond the grave for her many transgressions. monique, like angelique, reveled in the concept of karma, and ange was certainly enduring its sting.
she whispers a silent thanks to her sister. thanks for dying, sis, you’ve made my life so much easier. kneeling before the tombstone as if it were a sacred relic, she permits herself a single tear. that paltry tenth of an ounce of saline encapsulates all of angelique’s yearning. it’s better this way.
“do you know who put all these flowers here?” she notices several additional bouquets scattered around her sister’s grave. tilting her head, she glances at the shadow looming behind her, casting a somber ambiance. the void seems ready to swallow her whole—but that would come in due time. turning, her sunglasses mask the sorrow in her eyes. “strangers, you think? or maybe some old friends of hers? i guess i just figured we had the same friends….” the disgust returns to her expression, flushing her cheeks. “makes a girl wonder where they’ve been, because i haven’t received any phone calls for catch-ups or brunches.”
❀ *◦. tahliah debrett barnett ( fka twigs ).nonbinary. she/they. alloromantic pansexual ⇝ hey, isn’t that angelique jackson? i think that the thirty-five year old from anchorage, alaska works as an actress & former idol, but outside of that people describe them as⸻ the giggle at a funeral,leaving behind a token of ill will, and the velvet skin of a peach. i hear they are narcissistic & vindictive, but they are also known to be charismatic & manipulative. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah's den and get to know why they’re called the diamond.
── wc of: era graves-seong’s former band member, one of ziv’s costars & monique's evil twin sister
# 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: death, narcism, eating disorder mention, violence, drug use / cocaine, verbal abuse, sexual content, manipulation, psychological horror, hallucinations/paranoia, body horror, mental illness, obsession/ stalking
@anchoragestarters at prancer's ranch, the evening of may 17th
What a rare sight: a frustrated Anka Mae-Nava'i, at the end of their rope with the goofy conspiracies incited by that newspaper headlines and fast-traveling gossip. This was the third night in the row that they'd descried campers crossing their property line, and had they less of a heart, they would be ransacking tents with flaming torches and ordering them off their property by force. However, Anka had been reminding themselves that they were hardly their parents, nor would it reflect well in feedback other than adding fuel to insinuate that the winged beast being spoken of so highly was an experiment of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde variety. A shudder ran down their spine at the mere thought as they picked their way through the wet blades of grass shooting through the ground as the snow melted away, grasping for the eighteen hours of daylight to nourish them. A kerosene lamp burning bright wasn't necessity, as the orange and red pastels were kissing the skies in a last goodbye before a few hours of moonlight. "'Scuse me, I'm sorry but — if you wanna see the weird little guy that's been flying 'round here, you're gonna have to rent a room at the bed-and-breakfast. Can't have you camping out here an' scaring the livestock, ya'know? I already lost a couple yaks this week," they announced as they lifted the skirt of their sundress, their golden hair matching to the elysian skies, as if the rays of light were reaching down toward them, "I can check ya in... if you want."
watching the soulmate handle business was a bit of a taxing chore for the actress, but anka's sweet voice ringing in their ears made it worthwhile. they had sharing issues since they were a kid- a twin in the womb fighting for nutrients and oxygen. they spent most of their damn life fighting, and they'd fight for anka until kingdom come. so the creature allows anka to tend to guests perched in their spot like an eagle on its nest, fiercely guarding its young while keeping a vigilant eye on the harsh world beyond. a cigarette dangled from their lithe, elongated fingers, the smoke curling upward in delicate, ephemeral trails. the cherry at the cigarette's end glowed a vibrant vermilion before fading into a dull, lifeless gray ash. she nips the bud with the back of her boots and buries the cigarette in a tissue in her denim jacket pocket. ange longed to retreat indoors, away from the incessant chirping of insects that grated on their nerves. the presence of new guests, huddled in their tents along the fence, only added to their unease. was it safe? no one could tell in anchorage- not ever. they desired instead for the sanctuary of the indoors, where the imminent dark night and the intruding presence of strangers would no longer plague them.
as anka concluded their conversation, ange lifted their gaze to the sky, their eyes reflecting a hint of wistfulness -wondered aloud, "do you think they're real, tj?" their eyes searched the heavens but found only clouds obscuring the stars. "i mean, i'm not easily won over like the rest of the world." always a skeptic - needing proof before drinking the kool-aid. "but you know that, don't ya?"
fellow actresses/actors: these are other actors or actresses that she has either collaborated with on projects (movies, tv shows, theater, etc.) or desires to work with in the future.
an agent: an agent is someone who manages her professional life, including securing roles, negotiating contracts, and handling various aspects of her career.
fellow idols: "idols" refer to colleagues or former bandmates in a music group she was a part of or is friends with or trained with.
fellow models: she engages in modeling alongside her acting career. these could be other models she collaborates with on projects or attends events with, or simply others in the modeling industry she admires or interacts with.
fans or antis: fans who support her (lovers) and those who oppose or dislike her (haters). she's like hyuna and has a polarizing public image, with some people adoring her while others criticize or dislike her.
friends/lovers/haters of monique: relationships with people who have different attitudes towards monique, with some being friends, others romantic partners, and some holding negative feelings towards her.
family friends: these are friends of the jackson family who live in alaska.
exes on bad terms: she has had romantic relationships in the past that ended poorly, possibly due to conflicts or disagreements. she’s a fighter, not a lover and is more inclined towards confrontation or assertiveness rather than maintaining harmonious relationships.
people who are suspicious of her - she's profited a lot since her sister's disappearance in terms of publicity with the jackson name in the papers and in households around the world.
someone she protects - she struggles with the meaning of friendship and understanding that she can’t be overprotective while being so small, “be your best friend. i protect you in the mosh pit and i’ll defend you in the gossip. you know how people like to start shit and pop shit. i don’t like the way she’s lookin’ at you. someone better hold me back”
╰┈➤ more in depth plots here & anything in this tag as well
casual x chappell roan ( 𝐟𝐰𝐛 / 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ) - she struggles with the meaning of what a casual relationship is and how, “it’s hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser. and it’s hard being casual when i’m on the phone talking down your sister and i try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space. i try to be the chill girl but honestly, i’m not”
love me anyway x chappell roan ( 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ) - she knows she's difficult and imperfect, yet he loves her despite—or perhaps because of—her flaws. their relationship is a testament to unconditional love and acceptance. "i love you because when i say "i don't wanna talk" you always call me and i love you because you lead me back to bed when i wander in my sleep. "
red wine supernova x chappell roan ( 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬/𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ) - they're the life of every party, always seen together with a drink in hand and laughter on their lips. but beneath the surface, there's an unspoken attraction that neither wants to admit. "i don't care that you're a stoner. red wine supernova, fall right into me."
naked in manhattan x chappell roan ( 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞/𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ) - they moved to the city separately, each seeking their own dreams. they meet and form a connection based on shared adventures and the excitement of urban life. "i know you want it, baby, you can have it. oh, i've never done it, naked in manhattan ."
california x chappell roan ( 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 ) - this is someone she left in california, ghosted. they're all alone. what first was a pact- is now a broken promise to stay together forever. " thought i'd be cool in california i'd make you proud to think i almost had it going but i let you down."
good luck, babe x chappell roan ( 𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ) - they'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling - enough said.
full name: angelique jackson nickname: ange (by personal friends ) angel ( idol stans ) age: thirty date of birth: april 3d hometown: anchorage alaska current location: anchorage alaska ethnicity: african american nationality: american gender: nonbinary woman pronouns: she/they orientation: lesbian religion: none political affiliation: none occupation: runway model, actress & former idol living arrangements: alone language(s) spoken: english, spanish accent: american
# 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
face claim: doechii hair colour: black eye colour: brown height: 174 cm weight: 43kg build: modelesque tattoos: none piercings: a collection upon her ears clothing style: sparkling while challenging the status quo usual expression: disgust distinguishing characteristics: menacing & fierce lips
# 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷
physical ailments: none neurological conditions: body dysmorphia & narcissistic personality disorder allergies: none sleeping habits: early bird eating habits: often restricting food intake exercise habits: excessive exercising emotional stability: a lot of emotional dis-regulation sociability: unpredictable body temperature: often too cold addictions: cocaine drug use: often alcohol use: regularly
# 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈
label: the diamond positive traits: charismatic & manipulative negative traits: narcissistic & vindictive goals/desires: bending others to her will, revenge, attention fears: mortality, losing control, mirrors, irrelevance hobbies: fashion and beauty, art appreciation, music, socializing and partying habits: avoiding eye contact, frequently adjusting clothing, hair twirling
primary source of income: modeling & brand contracts secondary source of income: reality tv host spending habits: clothing, furniture & art valuable possession: her all black rolls-royce phantom III
# 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂
weather/ season: summer colour: silver animal: black cat music: dance/electronic movies: pretty women, cruel intentions & perfect blue series: aeon flux, serial experiments lain art style: surrealism beverage: champagne food: ceasar salad dessert: pistachio macaron cocktail: vodka cranberry pizza toppings: feta fruit: dark cherries ice cream flavour: mango sorbet
# 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂
zodiac sign: aries mbti: enfj enneagram: nine temperament: choleric hogwarts house: slytherin moral alignment: chaotic evil primary vice: pride virtue: diligence element: fire
