Name: Elizabeth Grace Wilson
Nickname: Beth
Gender & Pronouns: cis female, she/her
Age & DOB: 28, 24th October
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Orientation: pansexual
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: White
Religion: n/a, loosely Christian
Neuroses: occasional mild self doubt courtesy of an ex
HISTORY.
Hometown: Newcastle Upon Tyne
Father: Stuart Wilson
Mother: Elaine Smith
Siblings, if any: Steven (32), Lauren (30), Jamie (26)
Extended family: two foster siblings
Educational background: degree in Law from Cambridge University, Masterâs Degree in Politics from Kingâs College London
Languages spoken: English & French
Occupational history:Â waitressing from the age of 16-18, bartending while at university, now working for Sarmad Villiers
Achievements (chronological): had her poem published in a local newspaper, head girl & netball captain, Amnesty Youth Awards, The Guardianâs Ones To Watch 2014.
THE SOCIETY.
Codename: Ariadne
Meaning: âAriadne was the daughter of King Minos of Crete and his wife Pasiphae, in Greek mythology. By her mother, she was the granddaughter of the sun god Helios. She is best known for her pivotal role in the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. She gave him a sword to fight the Minotaur, as well as a ball of thread; she advised him to tie one end near the entrance of the labyrinth and let the thread unroll as he delves deeper into the twisting and branching paths.âÂ
Beth chose this as she likes the idea of being able to arm people to fight against injustice as well as show people the way and help them navigate through difficult situations.
Traditionalist or Reformist?: Reformist
Goals in the society:Â Her main goal is to make a difference in the world. Leave it a better place than she found it and she believes that The Society can help her do this. And if she can check a few peopleâs privilege along the way then sheâd be happy.
Opinion on the society: She has very mixed views on. Firstly she hates the fact that it even exists and would really like to see an end put to it. But sheâs sort of resigned herself to the fact that things like this will always exist. And if they always exist, she might as well take advantage of the system and get what she can from it, use it to even the playing field a little bit.
PERSONALITY.
MBTI: ENFJ-A
Enneagram: 8, The Challenger
Temperament: Sanguine
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw with a little bit of Gryffindor
Inspirations/Parallels: Â Donna Paulsen Suits, Lauren The Riot Club, Maya Jones Four Weddings & A Funeral
Tropes: Badass Bookworm, Damsel Out Of Distress, Deadpan Snarker, The McCoy,  The Reliable One, Showing Up Chauvinists, The Conscience, Eat the Rich, Protest Song, Plucky Girl, Good Is Not Soft, Positive Friend Influence, The Ace, Girl Friday, Hyper-Competent Sidekick
YOUR MUSE AS ..:
A piece of art: The Houses of Parliament, Sunset by Monet, anything by Banksy
A song: Nina Cried Power, Hozier
A book: The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing
A movie: Legally Blonde, On The Basis of Sex
A TV show: The Bold Type
A historical era: the 70s
A historical figure: Gloria Steinem
A fictional character: Elizabeth Bennett
A colour: deep blue
An animal: snow leopard
YOUR MUSEâS DREAM ..:
Job: Anything that can make a genuine difference. Sheâs set her sights on becoming an MP because it seems like the best way but really sheâd like to be able to make a living out of being an activist.
Vacation: Beth loves a city break, anything with culture and history.
Day: Any day she gets to do what sheâs passionate about - so some kind of protest or a good day petitioning.
As a child: She wanted to be a vet due to her love of animals.
Last night: Thereâs a recurring dream she has of her wandering around an unfamiliar house before finding a white room.
That they gave up on: The first one would be of being a vet when it seemed pretty clear that biology - or any science for that matter - wasnât her strong suit.
That they have right now: To somehow change the law for the better.
having just recently turned twenty-five, blanche has been eager to make connections with people who might share their ideals and their passion for change in the societyâso theyâve been overjoyed to hear that theyâve been in the same initiate batch with someone also politically proactive and progressive at the same time. wasting no time at all, they decided to make a beeline for the british woman almost immediately upon seeing her, greeting the other with a smile on their face and a slight twinkle in their eyes. Â
â  hi !  â they chirped out, almost like a bird.  â  iâve been looking forward to meeting you ever since i heard you were here !  â  a lace-gloved hand waved towards the rest of the room, where all the pieces were displayed in all their glory.  â  itâs all rather admirable, isnât it ?  though i do wonder what charities the winning bidders will support.  â
Upon putting her name forward for the Society sheâd done her best to somewhat tame her expectations of what it would entail. To do her best not to feel intimidated by anyone there, reassuring herself that she had something to offer too. For the most part sheâd been successful but when a face that sheâd been following closely for some time approached her, she found herself wavering slightly. âOh well Iâm flattered, thank you.â Grateful smile was flashed at them before gaze drops to offer her own admission of admiration. âAnd glad you found me too - Iâm a fan.âÂ
Smile falters slightly when she finds herself unable to agree that itâs admirable. Truly admirable would be donations of large sums without getting something in return. While she canât agree wholeheartedly, she does find an honest compromise. âWell itâs certainly beautiful. I would say almost every charity is a worthy one but I am curious to see whether they spread the donations or itâs all a bit more focused.â
Beth Wilsonâ beautiful, smart, politically active, got a wicked smirk that drove others to their knees. Although he has had his fair share of interactions with the brunette, Bo hasnât exchanged pleasantries with those he considered acquaintances tonight and he sure as hell wasnât desperate for conversation. At least she wasnât ridiculously self absorbed, even if that was a really really low bar to set for others, and she came baring alcohol.Â
Looking up from his current favorite game of staring sat the polished wooden floorboards until his vision blurred, he took the drink with an almost feral grunt and inhaled it like it was the solution to all his problems. Alas, it wasnât.Â
âIf this doesnât knock me out for the next 3 days Iâd have to be severely disappointed in you,â he closed his eyes and swallowed down another spiteful comment hoping to fight past his lips. Bo knew he was always a ridiculous cynic, therefore he bit his tongue and redirected his tone, âAre you⊠having a good time?â
It was too soon for her to have firm favourites within the Society ( or at least thatâs what she kept reminding herself so she didnât continually gravitate towards the few that she had formed an attachment to ) but Bocephus Morgan was fast becoming one. She preferred his cynicism to the way that almost everyone else seemed to feign ignorance when it came to privilege the same way as so many others seemed to. Smile sparks up on her lips at his comment, following it with a quip of her own before she takes a sip of her drink. âI think it might do two and a half.â
Pause hovers between them as she weighs her answer, settling on wry honesty. âIt makes me a hypocrite if I say yes, right?â Nose scrunched up slightly at her own admission, still having to come to terms with the fact that she wasnât shunning the life of luxury quite as quickly as sheâd have liked. âI donât know really. Objectively itâs all beautiful, stunning really, but it all feels a little empty.â
While she was slowly building up connections within the Society, there was the odd person who happened to stand out more. Some dynamics ran that little bit deeper, caught her attention more and Oliver Vaga was one of those people. Quiet steps carry her to his side, smile playing over her lips as she speaks. âIâd ask if you come here often but Iâm trying not to be a cliche.â Eyes rolled in playful self deprecation when she knew that chat up lines were far from her forte. Her actions tended to speak louder than her words and while she could easily write a speech or a campaign slogan, sheâd never quite managed to craft her words into something effortlessly alluring.Â
Instead she just settled for making an offer, after all it wasnât as though the pair of them had spent all that much time getting to know one another. At least, not verbally. âCan I get you a drink?â
even though heâd been in the society for ages, this was his very first charity auction. mainly because he was on the riding circuit during the spring, but actually because he just refused to turn up year after year after year. so after finally saying fuck it, antony had charmed a whole tray of macarons from the caterers and escaped out into the tuileries garden for some fresh air. and he had just bitten into one ââ bespoke versace jacket abandoned on the grass, glass of champagne in the other hand, lit cigarette only just balanced his fingers ââ when he heard someone coming his way. â macaron? â antony asked, hazy smile and all.Â
The longer she spent watching the auction, the more uneasy she grew. As the bids got higher and higher, she could feel her distaste for it all growing. Even knowing that the proceeds would find their way to worthy causes didnât help to untangle the ever growing knot in her stomach. A moment away from it all had seemed like the best idea, her decision sweetened by the sight of a familiar face. âCanât say no to that.â After helping herself to a macaroon, appreciative nod given as she tried it, her attention slipped back to her friend. Brow raised in curiosity as playfully inquisitive words left her lips. âSo it is sugar cravings or avoiding something that brought you out here?â
Of all the people she could have predicted that she would one day be friendly with, royalty had certainly never been anywhere near top of the list. But she supposed that given her new position as a tentative member of the Society she shouldnât have been so surprise by the new dynamic she had established with the Prince of Wales. The pair of them had built up something of a rapport over social media, a friendly back and forth that had her feeling as though she knew him.Â
Meeting him in person, however, was something new and she wondered if she should be nervous about a shift in dynamic. But she saw no reason to delay an introduction and close to approach him. âYour Royal Highness.â His title was said with both the respect she knew she was supposed to give and a light, teasing cadence. âNice to finally meet you.â
Part of her was still getting used to events like this when they were such foreign territory. Even when she was a child sheâd never dreamt of attending something like this and she couldnât help but wonder if sheâd gone too far. If in her pursuit of levelling the playing field somewhat, sheâd somehow ended up playing for the other team. While she knew that it would be unfair of her to assume that every member of the Society wanted the opposite of what she did, there would always be a part of her that deemed the rich something to rail against.
The sight of a familiar face soon drowns out her quiet turmoil, the happiness at seeing her friend easily overpowering it. âPhoebe.â Warm smile sparked up on her features, genuinely pleased to see the blonde. âItâs so good to see you. How have you been?â
it had not been the easiest thing, for poppy to get away from london to participate in an auction. though it was for charity, travel for something so trivial was often frowned upon and she had taken the chunnel with a couple of personal protection officers, hoping her arrival could be discreet. the duchess of york had been to the louvre several times before, though there was something special about being there for an exclusive event and as she was led into the room where the art was hung, her eyes were alight, dark green gown brushing against the marble floors.
now, with a flute of champagne in one hand, poppy had paused in front of the van gogh. for its name alone, she would bid upon it, but she also took in the brushstrokes and the knowledge that the value of the masterpiece was unknown. her head turned briefly and she saw a familiar face. âdo you plan to purchase anything, miss wilson?â she inquired.
While the Louvre was undeniably beautiful, there was a part of her that couldnât help but feel slightly overwhelmed by it all. It wasnât so much that she felt that she didnât belong ( not when she had always believed enough in her own skills to be assured of her worth ) Â but more that everything around her was so far from what she had grown up in. The longer she spent surrounded by such luxury and wealth, the less connected to herself she felt.Â
The simplest thing to do had seemed to be to allow herself to get lost in the art for a moment, at least until familiar voice greeted her. âOh no, not today, your royal highness.â Head shook gently, a slight smile flickering on her features when she doubted thereâd ever be a day she had that kind of money - let alone it to spare. âItâs all beautiful though and a worthy investment when itâs going towards a good cause.âÂ
Brow raised slightly in gentle curiosity, soft inquiry slipping from her lips. âAre you tempted by anything?â
While she could admit that she was grateful that at least some money was going to worthy causes, the brunette couldnât help but find it something of an empty gesture. Given all the collective power, wealth and influence was an auction really the very best thing that they could be doing? This seemed to cater towards image and vanity more than a genuine desire to do some good or make a change in the world. The knowledge that she had initially been blinded by the grandeur of the event unsettled her slightly.Â
But she took some comfort from the fact that her view on it all had shifted to something more critical and she sought out someone she was almost certain would feel the same. âFancy seeing you here.â Smile curved onto her lips as light words left them, before she holds out the extra drink for him. âI thought you might want one of these.â
After spending a good amount of time taking in the art, her gaze had begun to drift over the others who were present. There had been a few familiar faces that sheâd caught sight of but none quite as familiar as the one that her gaze had just landed on. After all, her job required her to spend five days a week with him - there were few faces she saw more of. The urge to role her eyes was only staved off by the fact that a small part of her was glad to have someone she really knew there, rather than the odd tentative acquaintances that sheâd been gathering. Â
Moving away from the piece that had claimed her attention, she moves to close the distance between them, playful challenge in her voice. âAnd why am I not surprised that youâd be at something like this?â
With their schedules and of course living in different countries, she hadnât been able to see Julian as much as she would have liked. So when sheâd heard he was in London and her flatmate was out for the night, having him over seemed the perfect method to rectify how long it had been. âYouâre lucky I had a bit of spare time on my hands, it was just going to be salad.â She set the two plates down with a little flourish before a smile tugged at her lips, soft teasing tone slipping out. âDonât worry, I counted every calorie that went into it.â She slid into the seat across from him, her usual adapted posture slipping slightly when he already knew her better than most.
Instead of picking up her cutlery and digging in the way her empty stomach was urging her to   ( she really should stop accidentally missing meals ) elbow was propped on the table, chin resting on her hand. Dark grey eyes flickered with genuine interest, smile making its way onto her lips. âSo whatâs new? Howâs the husband?â