[korraxnazari]

— BASICS

NAME: Korra Nazari FACECLAIM: Freema Agyeman AGE: January 11, 1982. 41 GENDER/SEXUALITY: Cisfemale. Heterosexual HOMETOWN: NYC AFFILIATION: The Brotherhood JOB POSITION: Regional Manager of Upper Queens EDUCATION: BA in Business RELATIONSHIP STATUS: On again Off again with her Baby Daddy Miles CHILDREN: One girl, five years old.

— PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious, maternal, focused, adaptable, genuine NEGATIVE TRAITS: Strong willed, proud, resentful, detail oriented, assertive

— BIOGRAPHY

Korra grew up in the Brotherhood. Her parents were part of the gang which then, in turn, made her be part of it. However, she never resented her parents for it. On the contrary, she loves being part of a large family. She enjoys the challenges that comes with it, as well.

Originally, Korra worked her way into being either an Informant or a Falcon for the gang. She was ambitious and passionate about every mission or task they gave to her. She always wanted more. She craved it.

She was in her late twenties when she met Miles through mutual friends. Korra liked him. She saw potential in him, so she introduced him to her world. She was extremely excited for him to be part of something greater than themselves and after a few years, they started dating.

Their relationship is anything but smooth sailing. They are on at times and off other times, their fiery personalities clashing almost all the time. Two years into their relationship, they had a child together. A girl whom they named Harper. This caused them to sit down and have a serious conversation about their own relationship, their jobs and what it meant for their child. Against what she truly wanted for herself, Korra agreed to obtain a safer position in the Brotherhood to ensure that their child always had someone. And at first, she was happy with that mutual decision.

Korra has always enjoyed being a mother. However, the older their child gets, the more resentment that builds for Miles. Not only is she jealous that he can decide to go and do what he wants, but she is angry with him that he willingly puts himself into dangerous situations, fully knowing what he has at home.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Enemies she's made over the 25+ years in the Brotherhood.

Friends: Roommates she used to have, who was mutuals with her and Miles and introduced them. People inside or outside the Brotherhood.

Ex's from before she started dating Miles.

I'm open to more !

[vanjajanko-pagonis]

Vanja was aware of what had happened to Korra. It had raised a bit of a stir. So when they caught sight of her walking around the enforcer got up and sauntered over to their regional manager. Giving a smile and nod they slid into place next to her. "Hello Kor. Were you going stir crazy at home?" Quietly and unobtrusively forcing a slightly bigger space between her and others walking by.

They slid their inked fingers into their back pockets as they walked, looking towards the food stalls. "I think I saw someone selling doner kebab. That would be probably be good." They paused then added, "I can't remember if you like things like gyros or not."

[korraxnazari]

Relief flooded her when she realized she had been speaking to Vanja. She moved closer to him -- closer than she would have a couple of months ago -- and fell in step beside him. "A bit." She said with a smile. "Although, I think Harper likes that I've been home more. Not that I've been keeping up with my wife and mom duties all that well."

She'd been taking things slow, not wanting to strain herself or her injuries. But she was tired of laying around and relaxing. Her mind was ready to be at work every day again, even if her body was still a bit tired. "I don't think I've ever tried a gyro before." She admitted. "I hear they are good though so I'm down to try it."

Her eyes then swept over the crowd, staying alert. She wasn't sure if Mathias was attending the party but she had came prepared just in case.

[korraxnazari]

where: queens block party

who: open to all

As much as she knew she'd be on edge at such an event, Korra couldn't bring herself to stay inside. She had grown restless over the course of her recovery and now, all she wanted was to be out of her home. That didn't mean she felt comfortable doing so -- especially not around so many people.

She tried her best to appear relaxed. A water bottle in one hand as she smiled to the people that made eye contact with her. She wore a cross body purse where she stored her medications along with some protection. Not that she'd need to use it but Korra would rather have it on her just in case.

"What do you think is the best food here?" She asked the person nearest her. Korra had no intentions of drinking but she definitely wanted to eat.

[tristanzaire]

Tristan nods, and his thoughts feel heavier this time. He understands Korra more than most would; an eye-for-an-eye type revenge, payback in the same currency of the very same coin.

"I got word from someone that he's living in SoHo now. So avoid that area altogether, if you can. At least for now."

"...You will be involved. And he will be dealt with." Big mistake, fucking with his family. Speaking of, "How's your baby? Safe?"

[korraxnazari]

"Good to know." Korra said with a nod. "I will." For now, anyway. She didn't want to avoid places for the rest of her life but she would until they were able to deal with the situation properly.

"Thank you, Tris." Her voice was warm and soft towards him. She appreciated Tristan and sometimes, she wished she showed it more. "Yes, yes. She's safe. She's good. In fact, she's been dedicated to making me cereal every morning. Asks me what I need throughout the day. I have a pile of bandaids in my nightstand drawer now from her bringing them to me." A small smile formed on her lips for a brief moment before it was gone again. "Miles and Caleb both helped out with her a lot in the last month. And with me." She wasn't sure what she would have done had she not had the help of the brotherhood.

[brncrd-deactivated20251207]

❝ Yes, it is my party trick. ❞ And that alone explained why you'd rarely ever saw Santiago at parties anymore: he did not know how to work a crowd like he would back in his twenties. Her question had him grinning, almost considering not to say the words that came to his mind but choosing to go that route anyway. His night had been rather uneventful, he deserved a little fun from playing on words. ❝ A smart and careful man. ❞ He started, whispering like the words were government secrets. ❝ In some cases, a little paranoia can be a good thing. Especially with restaurants and bars, where you're used to ingesting anything they'll give you without really knowing what was put in it. Maybe he was just wise. ❞

[korraxnazari]

Korra's eyebrows rose slightly at the other's words. She hadn't thought about it in the way he did. But now that she was... she could feel her own paranoia rising into her chest. She couldn't quite tell if the man was trying to be funny, serious, or if he was just making casual conversation. "He'd have been wiser if he just didn't order anything from any restaurant." She said. "If he was that concerned, that is."

[tristanzaire]

It only hits him in delay, that this probably isn't the place to be talking about things. Thankfully, it's a weekday — and Faux Folie hosts mostly their own tonight.

You can see it on his face, how Tristan's blood boils. His territory corrupted, his member attacked. He manages to nod, just barely so: "Mathias." Then, "Malkovich?"

Sighing, he leans back on his seat, frustration washing over him like a violent wave. "He doesn't need scars. He needs a grave."

The drink is still sitting there, offering rescue. Tristan takes it, wetting a progressively drier throat.

"You didn't do anything wrong, K. Maybe not having a gun on you, but that's it." Beat. "Any requests as to how I deal with this?"

[korraxnazari]

"Yes." Korra muttered a confirmation. She kept her voice down, as she wanted to make sure that no one around them could hear what they were talking about. She knew that they weren't exactly somewhere private, but Faux Folie was filled with the people of their gang.

"Yes, well... it was all I could manage." She admitted as her eyes lowered to her hands that were clasped in her lap. She wished she had done more -- fought harder. Shame was an emotion that she felt on a regular basis about the whole situation.

You didn't do anything wrong, K. Korra pressed her lips together before she could argue with him. She felt like she did something wrong. She'd made herself a target, somehow. "I want to be involved in whatever you choose." Korra said, her eyes finding Tristan's. "I want to show him that I'm not afraid of him."

And she wasn't, but that didn't stop the nightmares. "He mentioned wanting me to be all healed up before he sees me again. I'd rather that be on my terms and not be surprised." A pause. "I'll listen to you, as always, but I want to be involved in how it's dealt with."

[korraxnazari]

“How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Caleb?” (LOL)

"Hypothetically, and if he was into women and if I wasn't in a relationship, of course... I wouldn't need any."

@morenocaleb

[korraxnazari]

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

Korra doesn't really get jealous? She used to be jealous of Miles, since he could go off on a job for the Brotherhood and she had to stay home with Harper. But... that jealousy has pretty much disappeared since her physical altercation with Mathias.

@milesford

[morenocaleb]

"I know." He'd lost many (too many) people already to ever think the people he cared about wouldn't get hurt. But Korra was Korra. And losing her would be like losing his parents... that same visceral pain. She meant so much to him and seeing her like this, it was one of the rare times he struggled to stay calm; because he loved her so so much.

"Take your time." He said, caressing her shoulder reassuringly. As she spoke, he listened, but then the crease between his eyebrows deepened... the way she was talking...

He could have killed me and he chose not to.

"Who was it?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth, cause he'd put a bullet in whoever's head it was. But then he took a deep breath. "We would've all done the same thing as you Korra. I sure would have." He was now seriously considering offering to pay for a firearm license for her, so next time, she could just shoot people. "You did nothing wrong Flaca."

[korraxnazari]

Korra chewed on the inside of her cheek and shifted on the couch. She'd only told Miles and the police about who it was so far. And it wasn't that she didn't want to tell others -- she needed to -- she had just been too busy recovering to want to talk about it.

"I... I don't know about that, Caleb." Korra felt like he was just trying to make her feel better. That he was trying to reassure her that her actions and her decisions had been good ones. When, in fact, they might not have been. "Harper could have lost her mother." Her voice was barely a whisper as she glanced towards her best friend.

"Syndicate. Mathias." She ran her tongue over her dry lips. "Didn't I, though?" Her voice cracked, her eyes burning. "I tried to take out a murderer. One that had more skill than me." Some days, she stood by her decisions. Other days... Korra sucked in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done." Though, she wasn't sure if she said it for herself or for Caleb. "And I'm... okay. Alive. I'll be back to normal soon." That was what she kept telling herself. That she'd feel like herself again -- soon. That her injuries would be healed soon. That the nightmares would go away soon.

[brncrd-deactivated20251207]

While waiting on his drink, Santiago noticed the person next to him at the bar eyeing their now empty glass and, had the bartender not taken so long with his order, he wouldn't have felt the urge to engage in conversation. But he needed to have at least one talk that night that wasn't about hospitals which was what waited for him once he returned to the table where his colleagues were. Hospital colleagues, of course. ❝ I once met someone that would bring his own cups everywhere. Wouldn't allow anyone else to pour his drinks either. Cutlery as well. Everyone thought he was rather paranoid. ❞ He scoffed at the thought. Would've laughed too, but stopped himself as to not seem too insensitive. ❝ Turns out he was just a germaphobe. Your staring at the glass reminded me of that. ❞

[korraxnazari]

A drink, alone, had been all she wanted. No talking. No seeing anyone that she knew. Just one drink in peace. But of course, a familiar voice began speaking to her and Korra forced herself not to let out a frustrated sigh. One encounter with a different gang member was enough. Now two in one month... Granted, Santiago wasn't Syndicate like Mathias. And technically, she didn't know him all that well. But still.

Her moment of peace had been ruined.

"Do you tell that story to all the people you encounter at bars?" Korra asked, a smirk forming on her lips. Though, the amusement didn't reach her eyes as she finished off her drink. "What else would he have been, besides a germaphobe?" She asked, deciding to entertain him.

[tristanzaire]

"That's gonna be complicated. Caleb would say you should only drink water — I'd say you've suffered enough." And so, he orders two drinks off the bartender; worst case scenario, he's stuck with draining both.

His features darken the more he studies her, the way something has unmistakably changed in her person. Behind his eyes, there's frustration, and there's anger. One of his own had been in a position that he couldn't possibly have rescued her out of.

So he couldn't have prevented it. But he sure as fuck can get revenge.

"Tell me everything. I'm gonna fuck that coward bitch up if it's the last thing I do."

[korraxnazari]

A small smile formed on her lips and she nodded at Tristan. It wasn't that she didn't want to drink, Korra just didn't want the healing process to take longer due to consuming alcohol. But one drink wouldn't hurt her. Hopefully.

As she felt Tristan's eyes on her, Korra shifted in her seat slightly. She wasn't uncomfortable by his stare by any means, but she wanted to show him that she was okay. That yes she had been harmed but she was still strong.

"Where to start." Korra said lowly as she watched the bartender set two drinks in front of them. She grabbed one of the glasses and lifted it to her lips, taking a sip. "I was walking home from work when I heard something in one of the alley's. Which then led me to witness someone -- Mathias -- killing someone in our territory. I gave him a chance to back down and planned on calling the police but... he didn't take it."

Stupid. She'd been stupid. While Korra was proud of herself for standing her ground and not being afraid, she felt like she should have tried to get away from Mathias, instead of trying to knock him out. "I had a knife and pepper spray when he attacked. I managed to do some damage with both. And while he stated he had no intentions of actually killing me, he definitely did more to me than I could to him." She flexed her left hand, where her finger had been sliced off and then reattached at the hospital. "He will definitely have some scars, though."

Another sip of her drink as her eyes remained on Tristan. "I tried to do more. The intention was to knock him out. But I was losing too much blood and if I waited any longer to contact Max, I probably would have passed out."

[morenocaleb]

She could have argued with him and he would've most likely let her win, but then pout to make her let him win. He just wanted her safe and happy and right now, he doubted both were at 100% and that worried him.

"Anything you want." He replied and did as she had asked when coming back. He wanted to tell her about what he'd found, but too paranoid that something would happen to her if he did. Especially now that he'd started to sent people around to ask questions about the proof he had.

"Korra. Please, don't apologize. You know how I get. You are my sister and I just want nothing to ever hurt you." Of course everyone in the Brotherhood was his family, but Korra, he had known for so long, she was blood and chozen family to him. He loved her so much. "Really, you can do work for the pantry from home, I mean it." Though, he frowned when she tried to say that this was her fault. "I doubt it is. How could it be...?"

[korraxnazari]

When he brought her the water and medicine, she immediately unscrewed the cap and popped one of the pills in her mouth. She took a gulp of water and swallowed before setting both aside on the nearest table. It would take at least a half hour for the pain medicine to kick in and usually it took longer.

"That is..." Korra shook her head. "Impossible, Caleb." She said. Hurt was a part of life. "We don't exactly live in a perfect world where we are always safe." But it wasn't as though she'd expected to be harmed while walking home.

Her eyes averted away from her best friend, down towards her hands that were now clasped together in her lap. "It is." Her voice cracked as she spoke. She'd yet to tell him exactly what had happened and now... her chest ached just trying to form the correct words.

"I witnessed a murder that day." She said, lowly. "And instead of running, I... I thought that I could stop him. I thought that I could... knock him out and bring him in." It was stupid of her, really, to think that she could have caught someone like Mathias off guard. "He was harming the people in our territory, Caleb. I felt like I had to try to do something." She shook her head as her eyes burned with tears. She should have ran. She should have reported it and been done with it.

And as much as she put up a fight, and harmed Mathias as well... "I was lucky. He could have killed me and he chose not to."

[korraxnazari]

where: fauxe follie

who: @tristanzaire

It had been weeks since she'd been able to leave her house. Weeks of laying around, being taken care of. Weeks of uselessness. Korra was growing tired of that feeling. Yes, she was still sore and healing, but she wanted to go back to work. Which led her to text Tristan, so that she could discuss it. That, and she wanted to give him a more thorough report of what happened to her over a month ago.

"I haven't ordered drinks yet." She informed Tristan as he approached. "Though, I only plan on drinking water."

[morenocaleb]

Caleb had been dealing with a lot on his own lately and the few times he’d said something, he’d kept the information so vague that no one would be mixed in his personal business. One person knowing more than other was enough as he didn’t want anyone around him to be affected by it if things went south. Cause at the end of the day, this wasn’t about trusting or not his brothers and sisters, but about protecting them.

This is something that he would’ve shared with Korra under any other circumstances, but after the attack on her… He’d cried so much when he’d seen her for the first time after the attack. He’d been so terrified. She was getting better now, but he knew Korra… this was just adding to everything else.

“Flaca… come one. It’s me. But if you really wanna do something, I can bring you thinks to check over for the food pantry?” He offered as he unpacked the food he’d brought. Too much food, but it was good for two weeks for his two girls and Miles.

[korraxnazari]

"Yeah, I guess." Korra muttered as she watched Caleb unpack the food he had brought her. She'd insisted several times that he hadn't needed to bring food to her. That she could just order delivery or Miles could get it for them. But the last thing she wanted to do -- the last thing she had the energy for -- was to argue with Caleb.

As she shifted on the couch, she sucked in a sharp breath as pain shot through her body. While some of her wounds had healed fairly well, her broken rib was still tricky. The doctor told her that it would take at least six weeks to heal, which meant she wasn't even half way there.

"When you've finished putting the food away, could you get me some water and that medicine bottle over there?" She pointed towards the kitchen counter, where she had left it last.

Korra was glad that Caleb was there, but she also felt... awkward. She'd yet to tell him exactly what happened. She could barely bring herself to tell Miles and the police, after everything. And then when Caleb had visited her for the first time, she'd been too tired to talk. Too mentally and physically exhausted to want to say anything.

"I'm sorry if I... worried you." She found herself saying. "But I promise I am okay. I mean... I wish I was better. That my injuries hadn't been so... extensive." Korra shrugged. "But... it was partially my fault."

[korraxnazari]

where: korra's home, a couple of weeks after the attack

who: @morenocaleb

Korra shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable. She was still incredibly sore and her body was healing slower than what she would prefer. The doctors insisted that she remain resting but Korra was never one to sit still for very long. In fact, she hated it. Hated that she felt useless. That she couldn't even hold Harper or that she didn't have the energy to make food for them.

She'd cried more in the last couple of weeks than she cared to admit. One time in front of Harper. Another time with Miles. The rest, she was alone. But lately, the pain medicine she was given was helping her feel less emotional. Numb. In much less pain. She both appreciated it and hated it.

Korra no longer felt like herself.

"I'm fine." She insisted to Caleb. She wasn't. She was still hurting. Still healing. Walking with a limp. She was slow with almost every action. "They should have given me permission to go back to work." It was a lie. One that she wished were true.

[korraxnazari]

❤ tristan

korra: No, I can't sleep. Surprise, surprise. korra: I'm coming back to work tomorrow. korra: Maybe we can meet and catch up on things that have been going on since I've been on bed rest?

@tristanzaire

[max-millers-deactivated20250119]

"Miles." Miles wasn't a doctor, which meant Max had to pull some ties, had to use some money. Ripping up open the glove department at a red light, Max searched until he found a secret compartment and pulled out a stack of cash, briefly skipping over the bills to figure how many there were; and he figured they were enough for most doctor's to not ask him questions for now.

Max parked the car, hitting the brakes softly but as quickly as possible, running around the car to pull her out, back up into her arms. With his badge in his hands, Max started to run again. "I know this is going to hurt. But you're going to make it, okay, Korra? We made it." Thank fucking god that they had. Thank fucking god that he wasn't fucking watching her die.

Opening up the door, Max made his way into the emergency room, "I found her on the street on the way here.", he tells one of the rushing doctors he knows, sliding him the wad of cash, "No more questions." The man looks at the money, takes it and allows Max to lower her onto a bed. "Korra. I might have to leave.", he informs her, "I likely will have to."

[korraxnazari]

Yes, Miles. Korra wanted to say but she couldn't find her voice. She was too focused on keeping her breath even as the pain medicine he had given her coursed through her veins. It had touched the pain a little, but once Max touched her, pulling her into his arms, Korra let out a scream. She couldn't help it. He wasn't being gentle.

Stop, stop, stop. Tears poured down her cheeks as she mentally begged Max to not run. And while she knew why he had to, her mind was at war with itself over the pain she was enduring.

When he told her that he might have to leave, she shook her head back and forth, a choked sob escaping her lips. She didn't want to be alone. What if Miles didn't make it in time? What if she didn't see him again? Korra reached out and grabbed Max's hand and held it tightly in her grip. Or, as tightly as she could manage.

Please. Her eyes begged as several nurses entered the room and began working on her. Trying to find access for an IV. Assessing her plethora of wounds. She flinched as pressure was placed on the wound on her abdomen. Her vision blurred -- black spots appearing everywhere.

I'm sorry. More tears as the needle was pushed into her arm. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.