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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about TEMPEST ROTHSCHILD’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit HESITANT & VOLATILE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL. All we really know is they will be working as a MEDIC. Someone said they saw them listening to BLACK HONEY BY THRICE on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in the CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, BRUISED KNUCKLES, A FAMILY PHOTO IN A BROKEN FRAME & RUNNING UNTIL YOUR LUNGS GIVE OUT. [ JADE TAILOR (COURTNEY EATON, AIYSHA HART), FAIRY, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN ]

There is something about people who wear their hurt in their eyes that always makes the compassionate wonder how they can fix it. The curious, they always want to know where it came from. Only a select few understand the storybook of tragedy that had compromised her life up until now. They know about before the war, when she watched her family run from persecution. They know about watching her father die so that the rest of them could keep running, while her mother mourned his death to the soundtrack of screaming behind them. They know about how eventually, you have to stop running, and when you do, that fight will leave you with scars that will choke you when you try to tell their story. The most important thing they know? Tempest Rothschild only has no family left, except the small one she’s built for herself from the scraps of other discarded, scarred people. In their shared brokenness, they have found that family is not always blood, it’s the people that you would die for, and die to protect.

She stumbled her way into Classique when it was still organizing, She made herself useful because years of magic had taught her that healing was the best way to pay it forward. She did everything to make sure that despite the way she always hesitated before she said her I love you’s, that they would always know she meant them. While Tempest proclaimed you most people that she was simply damaged goods, her strength came from that damage. She dedicated herself to the well being of the family that they created here, even if she had threatened to physically fight a few of her patients if they didn’t follow her orders. It’s almost as if she cared, but begrudgingly so. Her aggression was affectionate in a way that made it effortlessly endearing, that in and of itself becoming one of her most important qualities. She needed a little extra love, it filled in the cracks of all she had lost.

TEMPEST IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about MARIUS BAEUR’S arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit JADED & VULNERABLE. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be EMPATHETIC & DETERMINED. All we really know is they will be working as an INSTRUCTOR .Someone said they saw them listening to TIRED & AWAKE BY OLIVER RIOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in CLASSIQUE by the tell tale signs, A HELPING HAND OFFERED WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST,WEARING A BLACK EYE LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR & HOARDING OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOKS . [ BRIAN MICHAEL SMITH (MICHAEL B. JORDAN & BRANDON MYCHAL SMITH, PHOENIX, TRANS MALE, 340 , HE/HIM]

There is something strangely comforting in the shells of burn out buildings. The damage was done with his favored element, and perhaps it was sickness that made them feel like home to him after coming to Classique. Before it, he can’t remember the last time he’d had one. His parents hadn’t expected to breed fire into his veins and yet they had done so with such a burning force the boy first showed signs of wielding it as he began to talk. The family did not last a year before they had put him up for adoption, left him like the burden they assumed he was meant to be, and that only spiraled his lack of control.

Every few months it would be a new family, a few unexplained fires, scorch marked lullabies passed down to the devil in misdiagnosed danger. He has one memory of the place he’d stayed the longest, one memory that haunts him, but he doesn’t speak of it. Instead, he allows that warmth to carry the flame of his last lit candle. As a person who has literally destroyed himself a thousand times just to build something new, he knows now that sometimes fire doesn’t harm, it cleanses. It doesn’t wash away his mistakes, it doesn’t change the damage he has done, but he makes the choice to do that every day.

It would be a mistake to think his emotions, his lingering want to find a place to belong, was weakness. It is the strength he relies on every day, his losses will not be lessons, they will be all the reasons he now teaches others to avoid them. He took to caring for others, to teaching them about their own gifts, a silent homage to becoming better, into always being better. Every day Marius sidesteps temptation, and he hopes to inspire others to do the same.

MARIUS IS OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about DAGEN KORT’s arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit SECRETIVE & SELFISH. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be AMBITIOUS & FLEXIBLE. All we really know is they will be working as a MERCENARY. Someone said they saw them listening to UNSAINTED by SLIPKNOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in BORDELLO by the tell tale signs, REALIZING YOUR WALLET IS MISSING AFTER BEING BUMPED BY A NAMELESS STRANGER, A COLLECTION OF SHINING OBJECTS HOARDED LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS & MUMBLED APOLOGIES UNDER HUNGRY BREATH. [ MENA MASSOUD (RICHARD HARMON, LAKEITH STANFIELD , GOBLIN, CIS MALE, 203 , HE/HIS ]

Too often he’d been asked what made him think a goblin belonged in the sinful streets of Bordello. Each inquiry was met with a sarcastic response, a quick-witted answer that allowed both parties to laugh before changing subjects. The District, in Dagen’s eyes, was elite, but not enough to provide the right home for someone as skilled as he had become. Bordello was the real treasure, a reflection of the freeom they’d had before, before civilization got in the way. Those that obtained the privilege to walk these streets were at the top of the food chain and the goblin, despite the very prejudice against his kind, wanted nothing more than to be a part of them.

There was no desire for familial ties, no want for the sentimental value of belonging somewhere, but instead, he craved the notoriety of the name itself. Wanted it engraved into his flesh so that every person who dared step to him, did so in fear. Too long he allowed himself to be looked down upon. Too many times had he allowed another to belittle him. He wanted his name spoken in the same, hushed tone that was usually reserved for demons or destruction. He needed to be a force, one that would never be reckoned with again, and that started here.

The time he had spent in the slums growing up, in Metro Station, proved to be a benefit for him, the lessons he learned on the streets, only allowing him to perfect the art of thievery. Not only could he lift things of monetary value, but also secrets and intentions. It was this skill that proved him valuable to not only himself but those around him. After all, there was power in everything he collected, even if it wasn’t considered material. While he may not have found himself a seat at the table in the Inner Harbor, he had never been a stranger to the gutters - to the lowly places others wouldn’t dare to go. And, even though the goblin continues to work diligently to show his worth, he’s simply biding his time as he waits for the universe to give him the perfect back to step on the backs of anyone, or anything, to climb higher.

DAGEN IS CURRENTLY OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about DAGEN KORT’s arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit SECRETIVE & SELFISH. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be AMBITIOUS & FLEXIBLE. All we really know is they will be working as a MERCENARY. Someone said they saw them listening to UNSAINTED by SLIPKNOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in BORDELLO by the tell tale signs, REALIZING YOUR WALLET IS MISSING AFTER BEING BUMPED BY A NAMELESS STRANGER, A COLLECTION OF SHINING OBJECTS HOARDED LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS & MUMBLED APOLOGIES UNDER HUNGRY BREATH. [ MENA MASSOUD (RICHARD HARMON, LAKEITH STANFIELD , GOBLIN, CIS MALE, 203 , HE/HIS ]

Too often he’d been asked what made him think a goblin belonged in the sinful streets of Bordello. Each inquiry was met with a sarcastic response, a quick-witted answer that allowed both parties to laugh before changing subjects. The District, in Dagen’s eyes, was elite, but not enough to provide the right home for someone as skilled as he had become. Bordello was the real treasure, a reflection of the freeom they’d had before, before civilization got in the way. Those that obtained the privilege to walk these streets were at the top of the food chain and the goblin, despite the very prejudice against his kind, wanted nothing more than to be a part of them.

There was no desire for familial ties, no want for the sentimental value of belonging somewhere, but instead, he craved the notoriety of the name itself. Wanted it engraved into his flesh so that every person who dared step to him, did so in fear. Too long he allowed himself to be looked down upon. Too many times had he allowed another to belittle him. He wanted his name spoken in the same, hushed tone that was usually reserved for demons or destruction. He needed to be a force, one that would never be reckoned with again, and that started here.

The time he had spent in the slums growing up, in Metro Station, proved to be a benefit for him, the lessons he learned on the streets, only allowing him to perfect the art of thievery. Not only could he lift things of monetary value, but also secrets and intentions. It was this skill that proved him valuable to not only himself but those around him. After all, there was power in everything he collected, even if it wasn’t considered material. While he may not have found himself a seat at the table in the Inner Harbor, he had never been a stranger to the gutters - to the lowly places others wouldn’t dare to go. And, even though the goblin continues to work diligently to show his worth, he’s simply biding his time as he waits for the universe to give him the perfect back to step on the backs of anyone, or anything, to climb higher.

DAGEN IS CURRENTLY OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about DAGEN KORT’s arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit SECRETIVE & SELFISH. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be AMBITIOUS & FLEXIBLE. All we really know is they will be working as a MERCENARY. Someone said they saw them listening to UNSAINTED by SLIPKNOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in BORDELLO by the tell tale signs, REALIZING YOUR WALLET IS MISSING AFTER BEING BUMPED BY A NAMELESS STRANGER, A COLLECTION OF SHINING OBJECTS HOARDED LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS & MUMBLED APOLOGIES UNDER HUNGRY BREATH. [ MENA MASSOUD (RICHARD HARMON, LAKEITH STANFIELD , GOBLIN, CIS MALE, 203 , HE/HIS ]

Too often he’d been asked what made him think a goblin belonged in the sinful streets of Bordello. Each inquiry was met with a sarcastic response, a quick-witted answer that allowed both parties to laugh before changing subjects. The District, in Dagen’s eyes, was elite, but not enough to provide the right home for someone as skilled as he had become. Bordello was the real treasure, a reflection of the freeom they’d had before, before civilization got in the way. Those that obtained the privilege to walk these streets were at the top of the food chain and the goblin, despite the very prejudice against his kind, wanted nothing more than to be a part of them.

There was no desire for familial ties, no want for the sentimental value of belonging somewhere, but instead, he craved the notoriety of the name itself. Wanted it engraved into his flesh so that every person who dared step to him, did so in fear. Too long he allowed himself to be looked down upon. Too many times had he allowed another to belittle him. He wanted his name spoken in the same, hushed tone that was usually reserved for demons or destruction. He needed to be a force, one that would never be reckoned with again, and that started here.

The time he had spent in the slums growing up, in Metro Station, proved to be a benefit for him, the lessons he learned on the streets, only allowing him to perfect the art of thievery. Not only could he lift things of monetary value, but also secrets and intentions. It was this skill that proved him valuable to not only himself but those around him. After all, there was power in everything he collected, even if it wasn’t considered material. While he may not have found himself a seat at the table in the Inner Harbor, he had never been a stranger to the gutters - to the lowly places others wouldn’t dare to go. And, even though the goblin continues to work diligently to show his worth, he’s simply biding his time as he waits for the universe to give him the perfect back to step on the backs of anyone, or anything, to climb higher.

DAGEN IS CURRENTLY OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about DAGEN KORT’s arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit SECRETIVE & SELFISH. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be AMBITIOUS & FLEXIBLE. All we really know is they will be working as a MERCENARY. Someone said they saw them listening to UNSAINTED by SLIPKNOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in BORDELLO by the tell tale signs, REALIZING YOUR WALLET IS MISSING AFTER BEING BUMPED BY A NAMELESS STRANGER, A COLLECTION OF SHINING OBJECTS HOARDED LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS & MUMBLED APOLOGIES UNDER HUNGRY BREATH. [ MENA MASSOUD (RICHARD HARMON, LAKEITH STANFIELD , GOBLIN, CIS MALE, 203 , HE/HIS ]

Too often he’d been asked what made him think a goblin belonged in the sinful streets of Bordello. Each inquiry was met with a sarcastic response, a quick-witted answer that allowed both parties to laugh before changing subjects. The District, in Dagen’s eyes, was elite, but not enough to provide the right home for someone as skilled as he had become. Bordello was the real treasure, a reflection of the freeom they’d had before, before civilization got in the way. Those that obtained the privilege to walk these streets were at the top of the food chain and the goblin, despite the very prejudice against his kind, wanted nothing more than to be a part of them.

There was no desire for familial ties, no want for the sentimental value of belonging somewhere, but instead, he craved the notoriety of the name itself. Wanted it engraved into his flesh so that every person who dared step to him, did so in fear. Too long he allowed himself to be looked down upon. Too many times had he allowed another to belittle him. He wanted his name spoken in the same, hushed tone that was usually reserved for demons or destruction. He needed to be a force, one that would never be reckoned with again, and that started here.

The time he had spent in the slums growing up, in Metro Station, proved to be a benefit for him, the lessons he learned on the streets, only allowing him to perfect the art of thievery. Not only could he lift things of monetary value, but also secrets and intentions. It was this skill that proved him valuable to not only himself but those around him. After all, there was power in everything he collected, even if it wasn’t considered material. While he may not have found himself a seat at the table in the Inner Harbor, he had never been a stranger to the gutters - to the lowly places others wouldn’t dare to go. And, even though the goblin continues to work diligently to show his worth, he’s simply biding his time as he waits for the universe to give him the perfect back to step on the backs of anyone, or anything, to climb higher.

DAGEN IS CURRENTLY OPEN & AVAILABLE.

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[ NAME/ALIAS, AGE, PRONOUNS, TIMEZONE, TRIGGERS ] If the sinful streets of The District could talk, they would whisper about DAGEN KORT’s arrival. Rumor has it, they are a little bit SECRETIVE & SELFISH. Maybe we should find out for ourselves, they could be AMBITIOUS & FLEXIBLE. All we really know is they will be working as a MERCENARY. Someone said they saw them listening to UNSAINTED by SLIPKNOT on repeat, it’s like their theme song or something. Don’t trust the gossip though, come find out for yourself. You can see them coming from a mile away in BORDELLO by the tell tale signs, REALIZING YOUR WALLET IS MISSING AFTER BEING BUMPED BY A NAMELESS STRANGER, A COLLECTION OF SHINING OBJECTS HOARDED LIKE PRECIOUS GEMS & MUMBLED APOLOGIES UNDER HUNGRY BREATH. [ MENA MASSOUD (RICHARD HARMON, LAKEITH STANFIELD , GOBLIN, CIS MALE, 203 , HE/HIS ]

Too often he’d been asked what made him think a goblin belonged in the sinful streets of Bordello. Each inquiry was met with a sarcastic response, a quick-witted answer that allowed both parties to laugh before changing subjects. The District, in Dagen’s eyes, was elite, but not enough to provide the right home for someone as skilled as he had become. Bordello was the real treasure, a reflection of the freeom they’d had before, before civilization got in the way. Those that obtained the privilege to walk these streets were at the top of the food chain and the goblin, despite the very prejudice against his kind, wanted nothing more than to be a part of them.

There was no desire for familial ties, no want for the sentimental value of belonging somewhere, but instead, he craved the notoriety of the name itself. Wanted it engraved into his flesh so that every person who dared step to him, did so in fear. Too long he allowed himself to be looked down upon. Too many times had he allowed another to belittle him. He wanted his name spoken in the same, hushed tone that was usually reserved for demons or destruction. He needed to be a force, one that would never be reckoned with again, and that started here.

The time he had spent in the slums growing up, in Metro Station, proved to be a benefit for him, the lessons he learned on the streets, only allowing him to perfect the art of thievery. Not only could he lift things of monetary value, but also secrets and intentions. It was this skill that proved him valuable to not only himself but those around him. After all, there was power in everything he collected, even if it wasn’t considered material. While he may not have found himself a seat at the table in the Inner Harbor, he had never been a stranger to the gutters - to the lowly places others wouldn’t dare to go. And, even though the goblin continues to work diligently to show his worth, he’s simply biding his time as he waits for the universe to give him the perfect back to step on the backs of anyone, or anything, to climb higher.

DAGEN IS CURRENTLY OPEN & AVAILABLE.