We have been waiting for a while, but REYNA was finally spotted in the village today. People heard whispers that she is a DEADLY SIN (GREED) that is hellbent on [ avoiding ] the veils. Will she succeed? Only time can tell. Until then we will keep a close eye on her as she listens to “I WANT IT ALL” by ASHLEY TISDALE & LUCAS GRABEEL.
~ THE BIOGRAPHY ~
For Greed, the answer to the question, “do you want it all?” has always been an enthusiastic “yes!” It doesn’t matter what ‘it’ is: if she likes it, if she wants it, she has to have it. Money, power, fame, people, objects, etc . . . she wants it. She needs it.
She considers herself a collector, hoarding whatever pretty thing she comes across that she likes, and she tends to collect people as well, forging friendships that either last centuries or end in tears and tantrums.
She hates to lose.
While she’s only been in this particular vessel for the past thirty years or so, she’s been on Earth since the beginning of time, whispering into the ears of those that long for something, anything, telling them to go for it.
Take what you want, give nothing back.
With the veils torn, Greed has plans to establish a new monarchy, with herself as queen. Her chosen name, Reyna, reflects this desire. She thinks she’d make an excellent queen, as she always treats the people she cares about well and if people love her, she cares about them. She’s constantly trying to get people to love and adore her, satisfying her cravings for affection and attention.
To that end, over the many, many, many years she’s done everything she can to gain notoriety. While in this current vessel, she’s written books, hosted podcasts, recorded music, created her own skincare and makeup line, and in the past five years in particular, she’s starred in numerous roles on TV and in movies around the world. Despite the fact that she’s already gained some fame, it’s not nearly enough.
“Well, aren’t you a tall, tall glass of water?” Reyna observed as she approached the other with a smile, drink in hand. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new in town?”
“If you’re going for that cinnamon apple muffin then you’ve been the enemy since you got in line.” Callum returned the smirk, “A trade you say” they raised a brow, “Maybe, but you don’t actually have what I want yet.”
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“Very true. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see what happens when we get to the front of the line,” Reyna said with a self-satisfied grin.
[text] this is why I can't leave you unsupervised!
[text] I'm not sure what you think I'd be able to do about it
[text] don't you have a dragon fuck buddy?
[text] who can breathe fire?
[text] and melt the ice?
[text] {eye emoji}
Honestly she was surprised that she even found the place, a false back of a telephone box opening up after she passed the species check. She wishes that she had called the girls to go with her but at the same time so much was going on she wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do. She still needed to apologise to Amara but she didn’t have the words and she was still hiding something big from Elena.
Amelia ordered herself a drink, curious when the bartender asked if there was anything extra she wanted in it. Catching her nervousness the bartender just winked and told her they had just what she needed anyway. So that’s how she ended up sat in a booth in a dim corner of Limbo, nursing a whiskey sour that had a strange golden sparkle to it. After a sip she realised what it was, quite literally liquid courage. Her nerves slipped away and with it her apprehension about being her true self while there.
After a second sip the brown colour of her hair slowly melted away as a deep blue tone over took it. Blue bled into her skin tone until she had been covered completely, even the honey brown of her eyes now a solid black with an icy blue iris. She looked out at the crowd of people spotting more than a few having some the same as she had. She was so caught by the diverse mix of species that she jumped when a figure approached her table. @veilsstarters
“Oh my, you’re absolutely stunning,” Reyna observed, stepping over to the girl she hadn’t seen in Limbo before. She slid into the booth beside her with a smile, holding out her hand. “I’m Reyna. I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before. Trust me, I would have noticed you.” She took a sip of her drink with a smile. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Now where would the strategy be if I told you that?” they asked with their lip curled up at one corner and a slight tilt to his head. “one should never reveal their secrets to the enemy.”
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“Oh? I’m the enemy now? And here I thought we were on our way to a lucrative friendship,” Reyna said with a smirk. “I’m not the sharing type, but I could be persuaded to perform a trade, if your offer is good enough.” She looked the other up and down slowly.
“I can’t help it,” He groans, leaning into her hand before she pulls away. He picks up his glass and with a curl of his fingers makes it look it’s filled with the sweetest honey. “It’s much more fun to trick them into thinking the vinegar is honey and then watch them take a sip.” It was his nature - to trick, even if nothing that would come out of it would benefit him.
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Reyna smiled. “When I take over England, I’ll make you my court jester, and you can play tricks as much as you want, provided they don’t actually kill anyone,” she said with a grin, holding up her pinky for a promise. “Sound good?”
Celeste could feel her cheeks heating up, her posture changing as if to hide herself. “O-oh. I don’t know about that. I don’t really have time for that sort of thing.”
Even with her embarrassment the virtue smiled at her friend, between the signing and the enthusiasm. “I-I don’t think I’m interested in anyone. And what about you? You could be out dating too you know.” Yes, distraction. Turn it on Reyna.
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“Don’t have time? You can make time! There are apps for that, you know,” Reyna said with a small smirk, though it faltered when Celeste turned the question around on her. “I’m not interested in anyone either,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I used to be . . . but he’s gone now.” She shook her head, looping her arm through Celeste’s. “Maybe that means we should both hit the town and flirt with pretty people.”
Normally the answer would have been no, but he suddenly really wanted it. “Yes, I think I am planning on dueling you for it. You and whoever else tries to come between me and it,”
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“Oo-la-la, how exciting,” Reyna said with a delighted laugh. “That would be quite the show. Are you stronger than you look? I have to know how to place my bets.”
“What do you think of the name ‘Reytopia’? or what about ‘Reytopolis’? Oh! ‘Greedom.’ That rolls off the tongue, kind of.” Reyna paused, glancing over at Lucifer, wondering if he was even listening to her. “Do you want more wine?” She picked up the bottle, hoping he’d indulge her if she kept giving him alcohol.